#yonghoon x reader

[yawnzzznnn]

hi, i saw you added onewe to your masterlist and wanted to ask if it'd be okay to request for them? if so, could i ask for something sweet with yonghoon, maybe both him and the reader being exhausted but just unable to fall asleep? thank you!!

★Up All Night - Yonghoon★

★Special thanks too: the amazing person who requested, Yonghoon, Onewe

★Note: I'm currently sick and unable to sleep so I figured I should write something

★Taglist: no one at the moment but if you wanna join please DM me or send an ask

★TW: mentions of food : eating food : late night snacks : loud laughing : scolding : sleeping on the couch : sharing a blanket : sharing food : ramen :

10-29-23

You and, Yonghoon are cuddled up on your shared bed, both of you not being able to sleep. You, who thought Yonghoon was asleep got up off your bed, "where are you going?" A voice broke through the silence of the dark room, jumping slightly from the unexpected noise. Quickly turning around, refocusing your eyes to see your lover.

"I can't sleep so I was gonna watch TV and, eat whatever ramen we have in the cupboard and, let you sleep here" you reply, putting your slippers on, "well I can't either, so you can't just leave me here alone in the dark" Yonghoon says dramatically. You sigh "then come with me" you said quietly making your way to the door, Yonghoon didn't respond but you heard the soft creeks of the floor boards under his feet.

After a few minutes you and Yonghoon got snuggled on the couch watching his favorite show, while you slurped on ramen next to him half paying attention. "I swear he's my favorite character, he owns this entire plot" Yonghoon said giggling at the guy on ramen "uhuh" you hummed focused on your ramen, "you're not paying attention are you?" Yonghoon said teasingly, once you realized he caught on you blushed hiding behind your ramen bowl, your action caused Yonghoon to laugh a bit loudly.

Quickly hushing him "Hoon! The neighbors!" You scolded, lightly hitting his shoulder, he hushed his laughing, but his body shaked, being a dead give away to him still laughing. You sigh ignoring him going back to your ramen, a few seconds later, you notice Yonghoons face slowly coming closer to the chopsticks in your hand. Holding out a bundle of noodles close to his mouth, he closes his mouth around you're noodles before slurping and chewing.

A few minutes later of you sharing your ramen with Yonghoon, you set the bowl on the low coffee table, in front of the couch you two are on, you snuggle you're head into Yonghoons shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly. It takes Yonghoon a second to notice your quiet snoring, once he does a small smile grew on his face, pulling you closer grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, laying it over the both of you, turning the TV off, he lays you on him, falling asleep beneath you.

Although you were both slightly uncomfortable that night you both slept amazing. (you made sure to give Yonghoon a back message from laying with you on him on the couch)

#yonghoon #onewe #onewe x you #onewe x reader #onewe imagine #onewe reactions #onewe imagines #onewe yonghoon #Yonghoon x reader #yonghoon x you #Yonghoon imagines #yonghoon reactions #yawn answers

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Yonghoon (Onewe) | Reunion fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader A/N: made the terrible horrible mistake of watching that one clip of Giuk sitting on Yonghoon's lap when I was already a mess and you can really tell but anyway... he's back 🥹

It’s sort of loud, but for once you don’t really mind. The music playing in the background can barely be heard over the chatter and laughter, the whining and swears cut into threatening silence. It’s just as it always has been when the whole friend group hangs out. You don’t know everyone, maybe less than half of the people, but it doesn’t matter when you’re barely allowed to move an inch. Speaking of which…

“I’m just trying to get my glass,” you sigh and roll your eyes when the arm around your waist tightens and pulls you back against Yonghoon’s chest just as you lean forward to reach your drink. 

“Oh, okay,” he murmurs as lets you go - not after another quick peck to your shoulder. Your eyes meet Dongmyeong’s briefly as he’s also getting his drink and he mouths want help? at you, chuckling at the position you found yourself in. You shake your head with a grin and wave him off to leave, leaning back into Yonghoon’s waiting arms. As annoying as the position is when you’re trying to function, you’re actually pretty satisfied. You know he’s been waiting for the night to get to the point when everyone’s mingling with each other and separates into smaller groups to talk and they leave you alone for a while; waiting for when he’ll be able to hold you in his lap without coming off as too clingy. 

“Give me the glass,” he mumbles into your neck, lips spoiling your skin with kiss after kiss that leave the area ticklish and sensitive, but you can’t tell him to stop. Not after you’ve missed the feeling for so long.

You do as told without questioning it, that is until you see Yonghoon trying to carefully balance the glass on the armrest of the couch, leaning it against the wall for more stability.

“Absolutely not, that’s gonna spill all over us,” you hurriedly take the glass from him again and set it back on the table before he can stop you. Not a second later you’re again trapped in his arms before you can even process being pulled back. You feel his pout against the skin of your shoulder. Then a kiss - and another…

“Love, I missed you too,” you sigh, melting into his hug, “Let me see you?” Then you add when he doesn’t loosen his hold: “Please?”   

His reluctance is very obvious from how slowly he moves and his dissatisfied grumble. You shift your position to sit sideways on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he pulls you closer again. 

“You know, I’m starting to think you asked the guys to host this just so you can’t be called a bad host,” you tease but the reaction comes in the form of another hungry kiss to your lips. He’s mindful of the people around, though, so he stops before he can get carried away. 

“So?” he whispers against your lips before stealing another kiss.

“Not even denying it?” you laugh, trying to appease him by kissing the corner of his lips. He leans his head on your shoulder and gives you not-so-subtle puppy eyes. You roll your eyes but you still kiss his forehead and move your hand to his hair, gently running your fingers through it.

“You know it was them who offered,” he reminds you, and you do. At the time they said they didn’t want to make you too busy with preparing everything and then cleaning up when you’re supposed to celebrate, some jokes about how Yonghoon won’t be able to keep his hands off you were made, but you suppose they didn’t expect they’d be so right. “We should thank them again.”

“Yeah, we should. But we can go home now if you’re tired,” you suggest, although you’re quite content here, even if you’re taking a break from socializing for the moment. He seems ready to sleep though, seeing how peaceful he looks resting on your shoulder. 

“I’m not,” he shakes his head, “Just want to be with you for a while.” 

“We were together the whole evening,” you point out, “And the whole day, and we’ll be together the whole night.”

He smiles at your words and you wonder if he’s thinking about the evening too. It’s hard not to feel butterflies in your stomach as you think of his hands barely ever leaving your body - always either playing with your fingers or holding your hand, holding you close to his body, stroking your back, your thigh… Good thing everyone’s already used to Yonghoon being affectionate with the people dear to him.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispers, “You’re stuck with me.”

To stress his words, he pulls you even closer and tilts his head up to get free access to your neck. You tug at his hair lightly when he starts kissing up your neck, smiling at his touch starved behavior. It’s welcomed, it’s needed.

Gradually things will return to normal, but right now you’re not sure if you’re looking forward to it or dreading it. As annoying as it gets sometimes, you’re in love with your clingy boyfriend.

#onewe scenario #onewe reactions #onewe x reader #yonghoon x reader #yonghoon scenario #onewe fluff #yonghoon fluff #drabble

[ddingbaragi]

Dream of Me (but not like that)

Yonghoon x Reader Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares word count: 939

"Don't forget to dream of me" Now if only it were a sweet dream and not a nightmare

A/N: Writing is a bit shit here lol but I hope you enjoy

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There are just those times you’re exhausted and want to flop onto the bed and doze off for hours. It just happened to be one of those days.

You had been going out all day long, hanging out with your love, Yonghoon, and his band members. You spent all day with them, from having lunch to going to arcades, Yonghoon just wanted you to bond more with his bandmates.

You were happy, really, but all those things you guys did drain your energy and you need to rest now. Yonghoon told you to go home first since he still had band practice afterwards. Honestly, where does he get all his energy from?

You didn’t really bother to change or wash up. You just took off your shoes and bag and laid face up on the bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

Ring ring

“Ugh,” you groaned, getting up from your bed and reaching for your phone. You would’ve rejected the call but you saw the caller’s id and it’s Yonghoon.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby,” You heard his voice over the phone, sounding rather worn out. “You sound tired, going to sleep?”

“Yeah, and you were bothering me,” was all you said before ending the call. You didn’t really pay attention to the tone of your voice, which seemed like you were pissed at him. You were tired after all.

Before you put your phone on your desk, a message came in

Yongie <3

Don’t forget to dream of me

I’ll be home in an hour

I love you

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You ignored his message, too tired to reply. Again, you went to sleep with no cleaning up.

It took you only a few minutes to doze off into a deep sleep.

It was dark all around you, you could hardly see what was in front of you. You squinted hard through the black abyss, hands in front of you as you tried to find something to hold onto. It was when you felt something, a person, standing still in their place.

“Yonghoon.”

The lights flickered on, revealing your lover before you. He wasn’t looking at you, no, he was staring off to the distance, to the darkness of whatever this place was.

You realized where you are now: a dark field, no light for some reason. There was no moon shining above. It was just… Empty.

“What do you want?” His voice echoed. It wasn’t his usual chocolate-like voice. It was dull, cold even. 

“Y-yonghoon-”

“Why are you even here?” He said again. 

“Go away.”

Although it was only those two words, it felt like a blade to the chest. You instinctively stepped away from him, bowing your head.

“I don’t want to see you anymore,” he said. It was then you realize his body slowly losing opacity, fading away like dust. You tried to reach out to him, but he started to get fainter.

“Yonghoon.”

You awoke with a jolt, your body sweatier than before and panting heavily. The images of your dream started returning to you, your hands reaching up to rub your face, recollecting yourself.

What was that? Why was Yonghoon like that to you?

What was it supposed to mean?

A knock came from the door, snapping you out of your trance. You shakily get up from bed and head to the door.

You opened it without thinking of checking who it was. Turns out it was Yonghoon, drenched in sweat and exhausted.

“Y/N?” He asked, his voice muffled because of the mask. “Are you okay?”

You had no idea how bad you looked, you were a mess. You couldn’t let yourself say anything and your voice was stuck in your throat.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His hands gripping onto your shoulders. You finally lost it. You broke down there and then. Yonghoon panicked momentarily before pulling you into a hug. You didn’t care about how smelly the two of you were, your hands made their way to his back, clutching the fabric of his jacket tight.

“Shhh it’s okay,” he whispered, letting you sob into his chest. He picked up your petite frame and carried you to the bed. 

“What happened?”

Once you calmed down, you finally managed to explain to him what happened.

“You just seemed so… you hated me.”

Yonghoon’s face was sullen. He pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You know I would never hate you,” he said gently, rubbing circles on your back. “I love you too much.”

You sighed and dropped your head. “I’m sorry if I was a bit mean on the phone.” You felt like it was probably the reason you had that dream. You shouldn’t be mean to him, you never should. He has always been so caring to you. There was nothing about him you can get mad about.

“It’s okay, you were a bit tired, that’s all,” he said. “We should get cleaned up before heading to bed.”

Unlike before, you washed up and brushed your teeth before changing into more comfortable clothes, Yonghoon doing the same once you were done. 

He crawled into the sheets right next to you, wrapping his right arm around your waist. His other hand playing your hair before placing small kisses over your face. It was ticklish and it made you squirm in his embrace, but you eventually melted into it, snuggling your head into his torso as he hummed a soft tune.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before you started to slowly drift to sleep, not missing the words he says as you fall asleep

“Good night, my world. I love you.”

#onewe imagines #onewe x reader #yonghoon x reader #jin yonghoon #onewe fanfiction #hurt/comfort #pre-established relationship #nightmares

[i2kittenz]

after work

this was my first request ever, i hope it turned out somewhat like u were wishing! feel free to request more whenever <3

(wanted to request a short story if it's okay with Onewe's Yonghoon where the reader is tired from work at the studio so they just do cute and sweet stuff together (could be anything that comes to your mind honestly) )

contains; mentions of flinching, reader just being very tired.

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yonghoon was working in the studio, writing lyrics for a new song. i was sitting next to him, my palm carrying the heavy weight of my head. i had been working all day and was exhausted. all i wanted was to go home and get some sleep, but yonghoon asked me so sweetly if i could meet up with him at the studio so he could show me his new lyrics and i couldn’t say no to him.

he was humming along to the beat while fidgeting on his pen, trying to get some inspiration. he suddenly moved really fast to write something down on his notes, making me flinch a bit in the process.

“sorry” he chuckled and i smiled at him.

he leaned down to pick up his guitar and started playing while softly singing the lyrics he had just come up with, checking to see if the lyrics blended in well with the melody.

“i’m wondering whether i sing this line now or if i save it for the end. what do you think love?” he asked me and contiuned to play along on his guitar. 

when i didn’t answer he stopped playing and looked up at me. my eyelids were heavy and i was trying my best to not let my eyes completely close. yonghoon noticed, and instantly put down his guitar. he stood up, took my hand and went to the back of the room to the sofa.

he laid down first, with his head on the wall and then put his arms out to direct me to lay on top of him.

“come here” he said quietly and embraced me in a back hug as i laid down.

“long day?” i nodded at his question. my hands going up to his and gently holding them. he smiled at my action and kissed the back of my head while snuggling into my hair.

“sleep well darling, i will wait here for you to wake up.” i smiled at his words and kissed the back of his hands.

“thank you.”

#onewe #onewe yonghoon #onewe imagines #onewe x reader #onewe scenarios #onewe fluff #onewe yonghoon imagines #onewe yonghoon imagine

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ONEWE REACTION: Their being cute/hot for their S/o

YongHoon

"Your so cute and sweet Yongie" YongHoon chuckle softly as his cheeks turns a slight red.

"Y/n stop teasing me, your making me shy!"

Harin

"Your look so sexy hun." Harin was button up his shirt when he heard that. Looking at the mirror to see his s/o, Harin smile softly before turning to face his lover.

"Your the sexy one here love"

Dongmyeong

All I can say for this guy. He is a proud man cause he loves being called cute an is adored by his s/o.

Kanghyun

Kanghyun is one of the guys on the handsome/sexy side. "Babe have you seen...Oh my what do we have here~" Kanghyun s/o other said as they can into the room to see a shirtless Kanghyun looking through his closet to find a shirt to wear.

"Don't you get any ideas there love" Kanghyun said in a teasing tone since he could feel his lover eyes on him.

Cya

The world's most cutest and beautiful man. Cya hates when his s/o calls him cute tho they know he is one.

"Y/n stop calling me cute!!" He pouts as his s/o chuckled softly and gave him a light kiss on his lip.

"but you are cute, your my cutie"

#kpop oneshots #sub!kpop #onewe reactions #sub!onewe #kanghyun #Cya #yonghoon #Harin #dongmyeong #onewe x reader

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Onewe masterlist

Deongmyeong:

Adopted Golden retriever Hybrid Deongmyeong x reader chapter 1

Adopted Golden retriever Hybrid Deongmyeong x reader chapter 2

Younghoon:

Coming soon...

Harin:

Coming soon...

Kanghyun:

Coming soon...

Cya:

Coming soon...

Reactions:

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#onewe x reader #onewe dongmyeong #onewe yonghoon #onewe cya #onewe harin #onewe kanghyun

[yakshua]

little onewe boyfriend scenarios 🦋

ps : harin's is v long teehee

🍧 hyungu :

i can see him reading a book aloud to u and pausing when he notices you're not replying to the main character's dumb decisions anymore. so he peaks down and sees u asleep on his chest and a soft smile grows on his face, he chuckles and rubs ur back until he falls asleep as well with u in his arms 💭

🍰 giwook :

after a hard day u collapse into his arms on the couch, he puts a lil pout on his lips and brushes the hair out your face, lifts your chin a bit to look into ur eyes and asks u what happened. while u tell him about it, he'd stroke ur hair and give u little encouraging smooches across ur face every time u start speaking quieter or get choked up. he'd just be so incredibly loving 💭

🧁 dongmyeong :

he'd squish ur cheeks together and after gushing for a bit bc how cute u look would cup ur face with his warm hands and litter tiny smooches all around ur face, so everytime u go to a mirror, no matter where u look on yourself, he'd have kissed u there and u'd always be reminded of how much he loves u 💭

🍪 yonghoon :

even though he could just text u, yonghoon thinks it's romantic to send u little heartfelt love letters, and it absolutely is. if he ordered you fruit tea he'd stick a lil note on it saying something like "I remembered your order! the peach is so sweet, it reminds me of you <3" or a lyric from one of his songs that reminds him of u. eg: "when darkness surrounds you, can i wrap you in my arms?" from universe 💭

🍩 harin :

i can see u guys on a amusement park date and he'd let u drag him wherever u wanted, if you saw a cute plushie at a stall he would not stop until he won the game and got it for u. if u were a bit scared of heights, on the ferris wheel, he'd tell u dumb stories from when he was younger to make u laugh, and his arm would never leave from around ur shoulder, regardless if u were scared or not. also he'd give u his jacket on the way home, even if u weren't cold, just to see how oversized and adorbs it looks on u :( and when he drops u off at ur place, you'd take it off to give it back but he'd just tutt at you, slip it back on ur shoulders and say "keep it for a bit, it looks cute on you" and give u a sweet goodbye kiss and drive off leaving you screaming so loud on the inside. Also the jacket would smell like him and AAAAAAAA JU HARIN I HAVE NO WORDS 😖😖😖

#onewe #onewe imagines #onewe reactions #onewe x reader #onewe fluff #giwook x reader #dongmyeong x reader #harin x reader #yonghoon x reader #kanghyun x reader #kpop x reader #soft hours

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Freezing || Sangyeon

Wrote this originally for Kun from NCT but honestly I don't have much interest in writing for NCT since I don't keep up with them as much (Still love them tho! but the idea of writing for 20+ men in one group alone is a lot!) So why not give this writing over to my love Sangyeon.

Pairing: Sangyeon x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

You went out to see a movie with your loving boyfriend, it wasn't too cold so you didn't think to bring a jacket. It was daylight when you left for the movie theater so it couldn't get that bad right? Well once the movie ended and you were headed home when the sun was setting, you began to regret your choice in a short sleeve shirt. You had conversations about the movie you watched going into detail on why you both thought the characters were interesting but Sangyeon didn't fail to notice the shivering from you causing a small stutter. Sangyeon turned to you, causing you to stop.

"You look cold, want my jacket?" He asked, he felt a little bit of the breeze even with his jacket but he didn't want to see you cold either.

"No-no it's fine, don't worry baby." You said but he continued to take off his jacket knowing you couldn't argue with him you didn't try to stop him. Placing his jacket around your shoulders you put the jacket fully on and took his hand in yours.

"Thank you." You said quietly, he hummed in response. The two of you continued for a normal conversation till Sangyeon started to feel the cold start to hit him, he started closing the distance between you two.

Once the two of you arrived back to the house in the short walk that felt like ages from the cold, you had started to warm up but from the feeling of Sangyeons hand in yours he felt incredibly cold which made your heart drop since you didn't want to be the reason he was cold.

"I wo- would lo-ve if-if you'd help me right now babe" Sangyeon said with a small laugh but obviously meaning each word with the stutter in-between from how cold he was.

"Of course baby." You quickly scrambled to get your keys to unlock the door; since you felt a pang of guilt from your boyfriend getting cold because he gave you his jacket. Unlocking and opening the door you tugged his arm bringing him inside and taking his hand in yours, leading him to the couch where you then grabbed a blanket to wrap around him.

"There you can get nice and warm now, I'll be right back with a cup of warm tea." You said kissing his nose. He wanted to protest you getting him tea so he could have you in his arms instead but he appreciated your kindness and knew you wouldn't let anything slide till you got him some tea. You prepared him tea and came back handing it to him which he took gladly with a smile on his face, you ruffled his hair and smiled looking at him.

"There you go baby, I'm sorry you got cold you didn't have to give me your jacket you know." You said planting a kiss to his forehead, he put the cup down and signaled you to sit in his lap which you gladly accepted the invitation; he wrapped the blanket around the both of you and grabbed the tea again taking another sip putting it back down.

"You know I wouldn't let you get cold even if it meant I had to instead." He said staring at you with a look of genuine happiness just from being there with you. You nuzzled your head into his chest and smiled.

"I love you so much"

#sangyeon x reader #sangyeon imagines #jacob bae x reader #juyeon x reader #hyunjae x reader #eric x reader #kevin x reader #chanhee x reader #hakyeon x reader #changmin x reader #yonghoon x reader #sunwoo x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz x reader

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Rescue | j.yh

synopsis: rescuing a german shepherd hybrid from a fight ring turns out to be the best thing you’ve ever done.

characters: german shepherd hybrid!yonghoon x reader

genre: angst, fluff, hybrid!au

warnings: dog fights, animal cruelty (i hated writing all of this pls;-;), blood

song rec: fighter by monsta x, beauty and the beast by the rose

notes: this is sort of a part one? i dunno if people like it i’ll make it a series but this was a one-shot idea i had. i’m also always willing to hear head cannons on hybrid!onewe, i would love to write some more in this au so:’)

it was a gloomy day for you, your roommate had moved out the week before and you were lonely, you were thinking about adopting a hybrid, although you had yet to find a hybrid that liked you. a close friend of yours had invited you to a ‘hybrid party,’ you highly doubted that it was actually a party. or that it was legal, this friend had a tendency to like illegal things.

but at this point what choice did you have? you had gone to the shelter every week for the past month, not once had you found a hybrid that worked with you yet. you weren’t hopeful that the perfect hybrid would be waiting for you tonight. getting ready was slow and quiet, hope was slim. you had already decided that there would be no hybrid for you, no friend to keep you company.

your friend drove you to the ‘party’ but didn’t stay with you, they had somewhere else to be tonight. the warehouse you found yourself in front of was run down and unassuming. inside however hundreds of people were packed together, music thumped and people chattered excitedly in small groups. you pushed through the crowd to stand right at the front.

in the centre of the room, a large ring with floor to ceiling chains were secured to the blocks that made the ring. you weren’t sure if the chains were meant to keep onlookers out, or something in. a moment later two cages were pulled into the middle of the ring. your heart dropped. this definitely was not a party, it was a hybrid fight ring.

there was a reason hybrid fight rings are illegal, they’re vicious and violent. hybrids are treated horribly, and are forced to fight. you felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to leave immediately but something about the eyes of the hybrid staring at you from one of the cages rooted you to your spot. the doors of the cages opened and both hybrids shot out, one a mangy looking dog hybrid and the other a beautiful, glossy german shepherd hybrid.

the shepherd hybrid was the one that was staring at you, he was beautiful. he was running from the other hybrid, it was like he didn’t want to fight. they ran in circles around the ring for a few minutes before the other dog lunged and caught the german shepherd’s leg. he yelped and fell. after that you could barely watch.

the mangy dog hybrid won, and the german shepherd was left whimpering in the ring. you couldn’t leave him there, you navigated through the crowd once again to the security guards by the gate into the ring. “how much to buy the german shepherd hybrid?” you asked, the guard raised his eyebrows “you can have him, he has no use to us now.” he opened the gate and gestured to some men to bring the whimpering hybrid out. you sighed at the state of the poor pup, his body was shuddering every time he took a breath in and blood oozed from his wounds.

you brought the hybrid to an emergency specialist who patched him up, and kept him over night. the next day you went to visit him there. he looked at you, his eyes deeper than the ocean. “hello, my name is y/n, i brought you here. you don’t need to feel comfortable with me or anything i don’t expect you to want to come home with me-“ before your eyes he transformed into a tall man, a gentle smile on his face. “my name is Yonghoon, i would much rather stay with you then go to a shelter. i liked you from the moment i first saw you last night. please can i stay with you?” his big puppy dog eyes drew you in, and you found yourself nodding, “nice to meet you Yonghoon. of course you can stay with me!” you smiled at him, and he smiled back.

#onewe x reader #onewe imagines #yonghoon x reader #onewe yonghoon #jin yonghoon #onewe angst #onewe fluff #onewe hybrid au

[bearseokie]

Insomniac (M) | yonghoon

Stuck in your apartment awake all night suffering from insomnia, you befriend your neighbor, Yonghoon, when you overhear him singing on his fire escape.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | fic | 2.7k ] PAIRING — neighbor! yonghoon x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — neighbor! au, romance, suggestive WARNINGS — mature themes, suggestive content, eavesdropping, falling in love with a stranger

one.

In the mischievous midnight, it was his voice that calmed your senses the most. The man a floor above you, your window opened, and his impeccable vocals seeping into your ears. A blow of the wind would carry his words into another direction, but they always came back around. For your ears only, the pleasant melody of a stranger.

You found yourself falling asleep easier at night, whistling the tunes of the repeated songs sung by the stranger at odd hours of the day, and even once caught yourself leaning against the windowsill of your apartment just to hear him clearer.

It was a continuous feeling in your gut that pulled you to him, whether or not he was singing. You’d hear him clear his throat just before starting up another song, or even hear him laughing at himself—but they always made your limbs shiver. He enjoyed his own talent, and you began to enjoy him.

But some nights fell silent, his apartment seemingly abandoned and leaving you alone to your own thoughts. What does he do? Is this his career? Is he in a band? With such a brilliant voice, it was too straightforward to consider the man an official performer. He could be anyone with this as his hobby, but your mind still wanted to imagine him giving these same feelings and chills to an entire crowd and not just you a floor down in your own living space.

Gut feelings, they’re seamless. Unquestionable, your instincts will always know better than your mind or heart; but you still listen to the trio in its entirety. Your mind creates scenarios you wish to play out, your heart beats harder from the imaginary feelings and reimbursing reality, but your gut always knows where you lead you that’s best.

Dark pavement beneath your shoes and a walk at a later hour than usual, it turned into what you had waited for. A small club being smoothed over by his voice, the band at his back giving each other smiles and laughs, and every single person in the crowd shivering with that same giddy emotion.

Yonghoon, the man now with a face on his body and his name on the chalkboard, had been performing for two hours before his eyes surfed over the packed club to find you. Weaseling your way past the man at the door just to peer inside and match with his dark brown eyes. You finally had the chance to see his smile light up the entire building and your heart all at once. Like when you make eye contact with an animal a long ways away and they deem you as not being a threat, keep moving along in their world—you felt comfort from seeing him in his own space.

His eyes shined like light hitting a raven’s feathers, glazed over with tears from the blazing lights over his head. Lips forming words, his voice was louder in your ears than anyone else’s. The use of the microphone at his mouth was almost unnecessary from his blaring pipes, each note capturing your feet in place like wet cement was at your ankles.

It was only when a hefty arm caught your shoulder and twisted around that you remembered you were a person in a body standing in the middle of the opening of the club. “In or out, please.” The guard at the door seemed tired of having to peel people away from the performance, but he only shook his head once at your appalled state.

But your tongue moved faster, eyes blinking in tandem with the thumping bass shaking the floor. “Out.” Every muscle contracting and releasing to pull you from the club, the oxygen around you only slipped back into your lungs as the familiar feeling of your apartment surrounded you.

“What are the odds?” You whispered to yourself, an estranged feeling now in your gut. You finally witnessed the man in his own world, not in the comfort of his home where he could belt out any note without feeling watched, and yet he still sang beautifully. As if the world turned for him like a record on a needle, he had everything in the palm of his hand.

And once again, midnight creeped around the corner. His voice painted a picture above, body cradled on the windowsill staring up at the stars. Completely undisturbed, your voice caught him first.

“Nice to know I’m not the only one listening to this every night.” The honking of horns and chatter of people still on the streets below didn’t cover your voice like you thought it would, Yonghoon standing from his sitting position to peer around.

“You saw me tonight?” His brows were furrowed, but he still wore a smile on his face.

“Only for a little bit of time, but it was enough.”

“Why didn’t you stick around?” Intrigued, he dipped himself back down onto the windowsill and ignored the cold wind of the nightly air brushing against his face.

“Call me selfish, but I prefer hearing you when we’re all alone.” You laughed at yourself silently, the same out-of-body feeling in your chest as when you saw him performing earlier that night. It doesn’t seem to let up around him at all, in fact. “I can hear you clear as day when it’s just the two of us.”

“And yet, it is ironically past midnight.”

“I don’t sleep well these days.” Your sentence was nearly halted by his overlapping sound, a defiant sight creating a delightfully understanding word.

“Ahh—” he chuckled. “A fellow insomniac.”

“That would be the term, yes.” You laughed back, but knew the two of you bonding was already a step above whatever scenario you could have ever created in your own head. Just like all humans, the imaginary person you dream and conceive when you’re away from a person you enjoy is only a concept of them. But Yonghoon was filling in his own shoes, and riddling you astounded.

“So, my new friend—” All surroundings flourished so loud you could hardly make out his voice, but even you knew what he was asking. “—what song would you like to hear next?”

two.

One song turned into two, and two turned into three. Like getting a mixtape of your favorite songs sang by your favorite vocalist, you were in your own form of heaven. Nothing in the world could touch you, not even the things that scare you most. No stress, no worries, all of it covered by Yonghoon’s voice until the sky broke with purple and blue and the sun fought to rise.

“Already dawn.” He smiled, the cracks of the fire escape helping you see his cheeks rise and head shake. “I kept you up all night.”

“I would have been awake anyways. You just gave me company and music all at once.” You hated admitting it, but having him singing for you, directly to you, made each night that you listened to him in silence feel like they were a dream, themselves. As if you hadn’t actually been here, only a cloud in the sky listening to the humans below.

“I don’t suppose you’d still like to stick with me?” He asked, peering down to find your eyes through the same cracks that you gazed up at. His smile was sideways, hair greasy from the humidity of the morning, and clothes from the same stage he had been on that night.

“Depends on if you go shower first.” His laugh is better than his vocals, that’s for sure.

“Same for you?” He questioned through his own cackle. “I’ll come down in forty-five minutes and we’ll go get coffee, yeah?”

“It’s a date.”

And a date, as seen by movies and media, is always chalked up to so many things at once they can make someone dizzy. Walking hand-in-hand or side-by-side, staring at their lips as they talk, someone paying for the entire meal instead of just one, and the oh-so-classic kiss at their front door before parting.

But Yonghoon, swooning and bright-smiled, catered to it all so peacefully. Capturing your hand as you walked together down the sidewalk to the café on the corner, paying for your drink and breakfast, eyeing your mouth as you talked and told him all you could say in a short amount of time that wouldn’t leave him thinking you’re weird for speaking so much, watching you listen attentively to his own words and stories in the mix of yours, and the best part—the kiss.

“I’ve never spent so much time with a stranger.” Admittedly, you laughed along with him in the hopes he’d understand that you hadn’t, either. “But this was thrilling.”

His eyes admired your face with the same glistening twinkle in them as when he performs, palm now against the frame of your door. He was like an embodiment of the word charming, your eyes blinking at him like he’d fade away in a mirage.

“So,” his smile, so cherishing and warm. “What’s next?”

“What does your day consist of? Considering I’ve already taken over an entire night and morning, I’ll admit I'm not ready to part just yet.”

It was the word ‘part’ that brought his pearled teeth to shine between his lips, his back to lean him forward, his face to turn opposite of yours to find your mouth in a deep kiss. Like he was sucking the air from you, you pulled back in an abrupt way that made even him laugh.

“Another try?” You asked, eyes squinting from embarrassment before they relaxed. He didn’t miss a beat, pressing his lips to yours for a second kiss.

Small movement, softness, and a flutter of your heart. The man you had listened to sing into the night’s air, faceless and nameless, had swept you off your feet with his voice and made you find solace so simply. Yonghoon, an obvious enjoyer of life and your shaking limbs in his hold as you both smiled into the kiss, had become someone important to your little world.

“What is the extreme measure here?” You asked with a heaving voice, his eyebrow cocking in wonder.

“Such as me coming into your apartment with you after only knowing you for a little over ten hours now?”

Your smile made him nod, voice small from his warm glare. “Such as exactly that.”

“Why wonder what could be if you can act on it?”

Standing outside of your own apartment with shivers running up your spine from his words, he truly did make you think. You could have said nothing last night, listened to him contently like you did every night he was home—and yet you spoke up. You could have made the conversation small, let it wither away—but you let it continue on. It was a common factor - letting your control slip from your grasp - that gave you the confidence to befriend the stranger in the first place. So why not take control now and play this out for what it is?

“Come right in, then.”

three.

Nightfall, hours of spilling life to one another, and Yonghoon with his chin in his palm and his eyes following your pacing form. Oblivious to the tiredness in your bones, darkening eyes, and slowing pace: normally you’d be crashing from sleeplessness at a time like this. But the adrenaline in your veins couldn’t leave your form with Yonghoon here, so close.

Back and forth, his stories filling your mind and helping you piece the man together. All while yours gave him a better idea of who had been listening. You had gotten more out of today than the month of listening to his voice sing notes of love songs, pain, and happiness all together did—and the lingering feeling in your stomach never subsided.

“What makes you excited?” His question caught you off guard, the few seconds of silence finally letting your mind race with the reality of having him in your safe space as he truly is.

“Hmm?” The sound wasn’t just from your curiosity of what he meant, but what he was expecting the answer to be.

“What do you think about that makes your heart race from the thought alone? Or what do you do that makes your hands shake from the enthusiasm?” He asked questions that left you on the edge of your seat and made his mind seem like a huge puzzle for you to solve. You couldn’t configure what was next, and that’s what differentiated from him in your mind and the man sitting before you now.

“There are so many examples in life that make us giddy.” He began to explain. “Sex, love, romantic acts done to or around us; they make our heart beat faster. Stepping down one step and accidentally slipping down a second is another, but it’s less controlled. Do you enjoy control?” His words seemed nearly perverted, but he had a point. When you section life off as things that can and cannot be controlled, you’re left with two very different sides.

“Control is overrated.” Your response made him sit back, tap his index finger against his chin, and his eyes roll over your frame from head to toe. “If I had any, true, sense of control—we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Valid response.” He nodded, but a pout was worn on his face. “But—” His voice was evident of a lingering question, one that had been missed multiple times all day due to not being the right moment. “—how long have you been listening to me sing from above?”

“A little over a month.”

“And you said no words, just listened?” You nodded at his questions, but your gut only tightened. “I was like your little secret.” The smirk on his lips overtook the pout, his eyes glazed over with a filter of courage and libido. “Is that what makes you excited? The thought of me?”

His palm moved from his chin to his knee in tandem with his other hand, the sweat forming from his own excitement being pressed into the fabric of his jeans.

“If I say yes to any of this—” His face was centered with yours, your pacing form finally moving in his direction after hours of keeping a respectful distance. “—would you consider me a creep?”

“And if I say I knew this entire time that you were listening to me, would you consider me a coward for not calling out to you first?”

The long nights of his vocals filling the air, all other neighbors ignoring the sound and going on with their evenings, but you being the only one to listen. It was stupid of you to think it wasn’t obvious, the sound of your window sliding open when the first note left his throat until the last echoed into the darkness. He had known for weeks, but you were on the same page of keeping your distance.

It takes every human emotion and instinct to hold back from doing something simple, common, and natural. The fight is like war—mentally, emotionally, and physically. He held back just as you did, two strangers enjoying each other’s company in silence.

“I would consider you human.” You spoke up, face feeling the heat of his cheeks as you fell down at his side to stare at him evenly. “All this time, and neither of us did anything.”

“Separate worlds mixing for a mere few hours a night, huh?” He laughed like he was being spoiled by the universe, and you were his muse.

“One last question.” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Yonghoon, casually placing his hand over your knee to rub the pad of his thumb in a circle, hummed in response. “Do we keep learning about each other, or return to the pleasing abyss?”

You meet a stranger. Hear their voice, smell their scent, catch their sight—once or repeatedly. And yet they stay at the front of your brain, the image of them like mental polaroids. Why is it that we fall in love with strangers? Everyone you meet is a stranger until you get to know them, but how can you know you love them if you’ve never met them?

One answer resides, and you didn’t have to question it for a split second—that gut feeling.

“Your call, stranger.”

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[kbandtrash]

Tender Hours (Yonghoon x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Anon: Hi! If you're okay with it, maybe something sweet with Onewe's Yonghoon, if you write for Onewe? Like maybe his s/o calming and cuddling him after he's had a nightmare 🥺

Me: This took. too long to post I apologize but also I hope you enjoy?

Content: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmare, he accidentally pulls your hair

Word count: .6k

“Ah--stop, that hurts!”

You were woken in the middle of the night by a sharp tug on your hair. Feeling around in the dark, you found Yonghoon’s hand clutching a fistful of sheets, in which your hair happened to be wrapped. You tried to open up his hand, but it was clenched too tightly for you to work your fingers under his.

As your eyes adjusted further in the dark, you started to make out the rest of his figure next to you. His whole body was tense and he was curling into himself. His breaths were shallow and quick.

“Hoon?”

Now you could see that his eyes were squeezed shut and his face was screwed up into a terrified grimace.

“Hoon, hey!”

“Stop--stop!” he gasped.

He pulled his hand--the one tangled with your hair--closer to him, dragging your head along with it. With a sharp crack, your foreheads collided.

His hand immediately released as he recoiled. “What--what’s going on?” he panted as he caught his breath. “(Y/N)? What’s happening?”

“I think you were having a bad dream,” you groaned, nursing both the impact zone on your forehead and where your hair had nearly been ripped out of your skull. “Are you awake now?”

He swallowed and kept steadying his breaths as he reached out to try and find you in the dark. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” His hands found you, and he traced your hands to where they cradled your head. “Did I hurt you?”

“It was an accident,” you said, moving one of your hands on top of his. “Are you okay? Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”

He slipped his hand out from between yours so that he could wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into his embrace. As he nestled his face into your neck, you heard him take in a shuddering breath.

“Oh, Yonghoon,” you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around him in turn. You felt him shaking as you stroked his hair. “It’s okay, you can let it out.”

And so he did. You were curious what had worked him up like this—he wasn’t someone who was ashamed to cry, but these weren’t the tears you were used to seeing. However, you knew that satisfying your curiosity wasn’t as important as making sure he knew he was safe in your care.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, his voice muffled as he still had his face buried in your neck. “It was just weird and scary and--” he sniffed-- “I didn’t like it.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you assured him. You brushed his hair flat and kissed the top of his head lightly. “I’m just here for you.”

“Okay,” he said with a small, shaky nod. He had calmed down a bit, but he was still holding you like you would disappear if he let go. He still cried, too, just a little softer now.

“I’ve got you,” you comforted him.

In not too much time, he ended up falling asleep again. It had been hard and busy for him for a while, so you weren’t too surprised. He was tired, and you were just grateful to have him in your arms.

With a smile, you wondered if he would remember this in the morning. It was okay if he didn’t remember as long as you could keep this moment as treasure. As much as he loved to snuggle, it wasn’t often that you had him asleep in each other’s arms like this.

It didn’t take too much time for you to fall asleep again, too.

#onewe #onewe x reader #yonghoon #yonghoon x reader

[synthetickitsune]

Hi~ i saw your requests are open and was wondering if i could ask for 18 and 35 from the smut list with yonghoon please? Have a lovely day ♡

Tbh my requests are always open for Onewe jk jk... unless? 👀

Yonghoon (Onewe) | Rough and desperate & “Show me how much you missed me.” smut | 0.8k

The windows that no one bothered to open to let some air in after the previous night are getting foggy. The room is alive with sounds, skin on skin, heavy breathing. Yonghoon’s lips meet yours again and again. He whines into each kiss, his hips snapping into yours at a frenzied pace. 

He struggles to keep himself up. He yearns to touch you, run his hands all over your body, to commit every single inch of you into his memory again. At the same time, he can’t stop. He can’t slow down. He needs to make you his. You're not an object, nothing to own, and he feels guilty for the thoughts in his head. At the same time, he can't help the possessiveness that has taken hold of his mind. Unable to do much else, he cups your jaw and holds you still as he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth without resistance. Anything to soothe the ache, the desire. His fingers slide lower, ghosting over your throat.

You clench around him with a whimper. Your hand wraps around his wrist for a second before it moves higher, tracing the line of his bicep until you dig your nails into his shoulder. Yonghoon envies you. You’re free to touch him as much as you want. He feels your other hand brushing up and down across his stomach, over his chest and back down again. It’s driving him crazy with need, desperate to touch you.

Unable to hold back anymore, he sheats himself inside you with one deep thrust that has you choking on some broken sound. He gathers you in his arms, sucking mark after mark onto your neck as he carefully rolls both of you over until you’re lying on top of him.

“Hoonie-” you try to speak but all you can do is gasp when he thrusts into you again. He feels so good you feel like biting something. Preferably him, but that might not be such a great idea.

“Ride me,” he moans as he helps you roll your hips over his, “Show me how much you missed me.”

Maybe making him just as much of a mess as you are might be a good alternative. Though by the looks of it, he already is.

You lift your hips before lowering yourself again and he meets your movements, but it’s not enough. You can’t bounce on him as fast as you’d like while caressing his torso. You don’t wanna give that up, though. You’ve had enough time to stare at him, run your hands all over his body, but it’s not enough. The changes are not all that drastic, yet it feels uncomfortable not to feel familiar with every inch of him. Yonghoon himself seems to be struggling with keeping his hands on one spot. He strokes your thighs, your sides and chest, your arms, desperately mapping your body again. And yet sweet, needy whines are spilling from his lips. So you prop your hands on his chest in the end, giving both of you what you crave.

It’s much easier to fuck yourself on his cock this way, and he thrusts up in perfect sync with you. You wanna see him, wanna watch him fall apart, but you can’t keep your eyes open. Much less so when his hand sneaks between your bodies to draw circles on your clit. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids, your abdominal are muscles convulsing as your climax approaches. You hear yourself pleading for more.

His other hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down. Your lips crash together effortlessly. Yonghoon takes over, guiding the movements of your hips while desperately pounding into you. His voice blends in with yours as he begs you to let go with him, his hand covering yours on his chest, fingers sliding between yours as he squeezes. He pulls you closer, he can’t stand the space between you. It’s almost like he’s annoyed he can’t crawl under your skin and really it’s the last push you need to come undone with a soft gasp. Your walls squeeze him, coaxing his own climax out of him and his moans stutter, high-pitched and broken as his arms envelop you and hold you to his chest. 

Your body feels like it’s floating. He’s as warm around you as you must be around him and the thought makes you giggle. He hums, not entirely down from his high, but already willing to tend to your every need. 

“I just missed this,” you admit softly as you caress his ribs, feeling new lines of muscles that weren’t there before.

“This,” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips into yours which makes you hiss with overstimulation, “Or this?” He hugs you tighter with a kiss to your forehead.

“You,” you answer instead, “I missed you.”

#onewe #yonghoon #onewe reactions #onewe scenarios #onewe imagines #onewe smut #onewe x reader #yonghoon x reader #yonghoon smut #drabble #smut #requested

[luvidzy]

☆ genre: fluff, flower-shop!au

☆ pairing: jin yonghoon x reader

☆ summary: a man walks into your flower shop one day and completely changes everything in your life

☆ word count: 2.3k

The sunlight streamed in through the large glass windows of the store. The AC blew a light breeze through the main room, and you allowed yourself to deeply inhale the soft floral scents of the flower shop.

You always believed that getting a job here was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to you. It was so rare for people to find jobs that they truly loved, especially on the first try, but it seemed like you had been one of the lucky ones. 

The day was fairly slow, as most of the weekdays were. A few people came in looking for bouquets for special anniversaries, or to ask about ordering a few arrangements for parties, but other than that you had been left alone to enjoy the ambience of the store and read a little bit of the book you always kept behind the counter.

You had only gotten a few pages through when the bell above the door chimed. Placing your bookmark softly into the book, you placed it on the counter and stood up to greet the customer.

“Welcome to Start of Spring, what can I help you with today?” you asked, moving to get a better view of the man that had just walked in. He was tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He had his hands tucked into a tan overcoat, a white turtleneck peeking out from underneath it as he strolled into the shop. He was incredibly handsome and you could feel your cheeks heat up a bit as you watched him.

He turned to you and beamed. You had to shake yourself out of it, reminding yourself that you could not fall for a man that you had literally just met. He removed one of his hands to wave at you politely as you made your way closer to him.

“Hi! I need a bouquet of flowers, but I have absolutely no idea what kind to get. Do you think you could help me out?” he asked. You nodded happily, a smile slipping onto your face. You loved when customers didn’t have a specific flower arrangement in mind. It meant that you could take the reins and make something beautiful from scratch, just the way you preferred to do it. 

“Sure! Usually I recommend making a bouquet of flowers that represent the occasion or what feeling you want to convey,” you explained, looking up at the stranger. You saw his eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion, and couldn’t help but giggle at how his nose scrunched as the gears in his brain turned.

“Flowers are a language. Each flower has a meaning, and even different flower colors can mean different things. It’s an amazing way to tell someone something when you can’t find the words to say it aloud,” you said, before pointing to the large bucket full of tulips that you were in front of.

“Tulips represent love, warmth, and comfort, so we usually include them in bouquets for anniversaries or weddings. Hibiscuses,” you pointed to the vibrant red flowers beside the tulips, “symbolize delicate beauty, so we include those in bouquets for dates, and even bouquets for certain family members.”

The stranger nodded, his lips parted in slight awe. He couldn’t help but observe you as you rambled on about the language of flowers, your eyes sparkling. Finally, you turned to look back up at him with a wide smile on your face. 

“So tell me, what kind of message do you want to convey….?” You trailed off as you realized you’d never gotten the name of the customer that was in front of you.

“Yonghoon. My name is Yonghoon,” He finally spoke up, a shy smile slipping onto his lips. You smiled and nodded.

“What message do you want to convey, Yonghoon?”

“Well, these are flowers for some friends of mine. They have been working really hard lately with our new project, and I want to give them something to show how thankful I am. Our apartment is pretty dull, so I thought some flowers would be a good idea,” Yonghoon explained. 

You nodded, taking in the information, before moving towards the counter to pull out a notepad. “Well, yellow roses often symbolize friendship, so I think those would be an obvious choice. Irises are seen as a symbol of admiration, and they’ll compliment the yellow of the roses quite nicely. And then I think some pink tulips would also fit well with the yellow and the white of the irises,” you said, jotting some things down on the paper.

“I thought you said tulips represent love?” Yonghoon said, which caused you to laugh.

“I did, but I also said different colors can mean different things. Red tulips mostly mean love, but pink tulips represent happiness,” you explained, before handing him the list you had written with the flowers and their meaning. 

“Does this look good? Or would you like me to add anything?” Yonghoon’s eyes darted across your neat handwriting, before looking up with a smile.

“This looks perfect. You really know your flowers,” he joked. You chuckled, before moving to collect the flowers you’d need for the bouquet. 

“I’d hope so. I’ve only worked here for 2 years.” Yonghoon laughed at your quip, his eyes following as you darted across the shop, plucking flowers carefully from their buckets and gathering them delicately in one hand. 

Finally you walked back over towards him, tying the flowers together with a piece of string and wrapping them elegantly in brightly colored tissue paper.

“There, all finished,” you said, holding the masterpiece out to Yonghoon. He smiled at it, gently grabbing it with one hand. As he did, your fingers brushed and you felt yourself flinch slightly at the feeling of electricity that ran down your spine. Despite this, you forced yourself to ignore the now pounding heart in your chest in favor of grabbing the credit card Yonghoon was holding out to you.

“Thank you…?”

“Y/N,” you responded as you handed him his card back. He smiled softly as he slipped the plastic back into his pocket.

“A beautiful name. Thank you, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last nod before exiting out the door. You plopped back down into the chair as you reached for your book, letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. You shook your head, blaming your flustered state on the heat because, even though you knew the A/C was on, you didn’t want to admit the real reason for your burning cheeks.

Much to your surprise, Yonghoon continued to come in every week with a new reason to buy flowers. Each visit got longer and longer, with him asking millions of questions on different flowers to the point where you almost couldn’t answer them. However, as much as you did not want to admit it, you didn’t mind the visits he made. He was incredibly easy to talk to, his smile made your heart melt in your chest, and he seemed genuinely interested in everything that you said. Week after week, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for Yonghoon, and every week you became a little less opposed to the idea of his visits.

Meanwhile, Yonghoon was enjoying every visit that he made to your store. His bandmates, however, could not say the same. Their dorms had been turned into a small flower shop of their own and, while it was pretty, it was not very functional.

“Yonghoon, I can’t even find a spot to put my coffee cup down on the table!” Kanghyun whined as he plopped down onto the couch next to his leader. The other boys nodded their heads in agreement, making mentions of the countless other things that Yonghoons flowers stopped them from doing. Yonghoon pouted as he slumped into his seat, arms crossed.

“But I have no other reason to go see them but to get flowers! I’m sorry that love comes at such a beautiful price,” Yonghoon huffed dramatically. Dongmyeong rolled his eyes as he sat up, crossing his legs.

“Why don’t you just tell them how you feel?” “Are you crazy? What if they say no?”

“They won’t. I’m sure they’re just as enamored with you as you are them. Come on, you can even do it in an extremely dramatic and romantic way, since that’s what you like best,” Harin argued, earning a punch in the shoulder from Yonghoon, who sighed soon after.

“Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m never getting rid of these flowers.”

2 months after his first visit, Yonghoon walked into the flower shop already greeting you as you sat behind the counter reading as you usually did. You looked and grinned at him, the grin that made Yonghoon’s own heart flutter, before closing your book and standing up.

“Why welcome back. What can I do for you today, Yonghoon?” you asked, pulling out your pen and notepad to write down the flowers that he would need. He smiled as he leaned against the counter and smirked.

“I need a bouquet to confess to someone. I want it to be incredibly romantic, the whole 9 yards, you know?” Yonghoon said. You froze as you heard the words slip out of your mouth. A bouquet to confess to someone should not have made your heart sink the way that it did, but the thought of him romancing another person with the flowers you recommended made you want to throw up and cry at the same time.

“I… I see. Well, why don’t you tell me about them so I can recommend you a bouquet,” you asked, trying to settle your shaky voice. If Yonghoon noticed, he didn’t say anything as he continued to smile.

“Well, they’re extremely pretty and super smart. They are kind and generous, and always know how to make me laugh. I always feel warm when I’m with them, like I just drank the best hot chocolate, and they’re the perfect combination of tough and delicate,” he rambled, listing off thing after thing. Each note that you wrote down about this mystery person had your heart aching. This person sounded perfect, and you were happy for Yonghoon, but you couldn’t help but pity yourself at the fact that he was not buying these flowers for you.

“Well I think red roses are a must… and probably some peonies as well for beauty. We could add some carnations as well, if you’d like?” you asked, trying not to look at Yonghoon. You heard him hum in thought for a moment, before shifting his weight a little bit.

“I think some red tulips and maybe some hibiscuses would be nice,” Yonghoon said. You nodded quickly, writing them down, before handing the list to him with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned it like the first time he had come into the shop, before he beamed and nodded.

“Perfect!” You swallowed harshly, before moving to gather the flowers. You moved slowly, trying to stop the tears that threatened to prick your eyes with each flower that you picked up and held in your grasp.

Finally you had a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers, wrapping them gently and making them look as elegant as you could. After all, even if they were another person, you wanted Yonghoon to like them as much as you liked him.

“Here. I’m sure they’ll love them,” you said, plastering a small smile on your face in an attempt to not look as destroyed as you were feeling on the inside. Yonghoon chuckled lightly and nodded, smiling softly as he looked at the flowers.

“They’ll love them.” The credit card was exchanged, and then you both just stood there, neither of you speaking. You wished Yonghoon would just leave so you could cry in peace, but he fidgeted with the tissue paper around the flowers, his feet seemingly glued to the spot across the counter.

“It’s much harder to do this than I thought,” Yonghoon chuckled out. You looked at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he meant. It was only when you finally looked at his face, making eye contact with him, that he let a warm smile melt across his face, his hands moving to hold the flowers out.

“Is there something wrong with them?” you asked, reaching to take them and inspecting them to try and find the issues. Yonghoon chuckled, running a hand through his silky brown hair, before shaking his head.

“No, they are for you.” You felt like the world had just stopped around you. Your hands froze and you stared at him, mouth parted in surprise. These were for you? But he had said he wanted to use them to confess, and had even described the person to you!

“You were the person that I was describing, and I do want to confess. I want to confess to you,” Yonghoon replied, and you flushed as you realized that your thoughts had been spoken aloud. You held the flowers carefully to your chest, before looking up at him with eyes full of happiness.

“You idiot. You scared me, I thought you were buying these for another person!” you said, reaching out to hit his shoulder playfully. Yonghoon’s expression dropped as he realized his mistake and he sighed, before letting out a weak chuckle.

“Guess I’m not great at this confessing thing.”

“No… you’re wonderful at it. Seriously this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me. You used the thing that I love the most to tell me that you like me, and that overshadows any stupid assumptions I may have made,” you said. His expression lit up at your words and he smiled at you brightly.

“Does that mean I have permission to take you on a date?” He asked hopefully. You pretended to think, before nodding eagerly, giggling as you did so.

“It does, but next time buy me flowers from a different flower shop. I want to be surprised.” Yonghoon nodded happily, before he made his way behind the counter to give you a hug.

You melted into his arms, happily hugging him back with affection. There was nothing more perfect than hugging the man you loved in the place that you loved, and you were lucky enough to have that.

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[lovingoneweisalifestyle]

Soulmate AU

A/N: It’s my first time writing a soulmate au so bear with me. This took a bit long to write but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! This one ended up being a long one haha 😅

Yonghoon: The first words you hear your soulmate say it tattooed on your wrist and disappear only once they’ve said them to you

“when will you finally appear” the words etched on his skin. He’s memorized them by now. He was glad it wasn’t super ambiguous but he’s tired of waiting for his soulmate to show up. 

He walked into band practice and when he saw Giuk pick up the bass, the words that were on his wrist were gone. “I guess you met your soulmate” he pointed to Giuk’s wrist

The boy smiled and nodded, “yup, just earlier. what about you? no luck yet?”

Yonghoon shook his head, he couldn’t wait for this day to be over. Every one except him seemed to be finding their soulmate. At this point, he was sure that he didn’t have a soulmate but the words on his skin beg to differ. 

He walked into the convience store and saw someone sitting near the door, looking glum. She was staring at her wrist. ‘at least i’m no the only one whose soulmate didn’t appear yet’ he thought to himself. 

He bought some snacks and as he was on his way out he heard the girl mutter “when will you finally appear?” Yonghoon’s heart was beating, he glanced at his wrist, the words finally gone. 

He approached her, “still looking for your soulmate?” he asked 

The girl looked up at him with her eyes wide, she glanced at her wrist, the words that she was staring at a moment ago was no longer there. She pointed her finger at him “you-”

“I’m Yonghoon, nice to meet you!” he stretched out his hand for a handshake

“I’m Y/n, i guess we’re soulmates” you shake his hand still in shock. 

You both talked for a while before it got dark and headed your seperate ways but not before exchanging numbers, he wouldn’t let you slip away from him. Not after he finally found you. 

Harin: Your soulmate can hear all the lies you tell in advance 

“i’m late because there was lots of traffic.” Harin heard the 5th lie of the week. His soulmate had a knack for being tardy and always lied to cover it up. 

“Ah, i wonder what will happen this time” Harin thought out loud 

“Your soulmate will lie again?” Hyungu asked him

Harin nodded, “about why they’re late today” 

“at least you have heard something from your soulmate. My soulmate never lies, i don’t even know if they’re alive at this point” Hyungu pointed out 

Harin’s phone beeped. It was his mom, she had come to visit Harin and asked to meet him at the nearby coffee shop if he wasn’t too busy. “That’s my mom, i’ll get going now. Good luck with your soulmate” 

Harin walked to the coffee shop and saw his mom sitting at a table, he greeted his mom warmly with a hug and ordered coffee for the both of you. A girl walked into the coffee shop and his mom waved her over. 

“I’m late because there was lots of traffic. I’m sorry” the girl said breathless, greeting the both of you. 

Harin thought the words were familiar but didn’t think too much of the words since they were common. 

Harin greeted you politely and asked his mom, “who is she?”

“Oh, that’s my student. She volunteered to tutor some kids and I remembered you saying you had a friend who needed a tutor so I decided she could help your friend.” she introduced you 

The girl turns to him, “I’m y/n, i look forward to working with you, um.. well, your friend” 

Harin shook her hand, “I’m Harin, it’s nice to meet you”

His mom left after finishing her coffee, leaving the two of you to talk. “Why do those words sound so familar?” Harin tapped his temple

“Pardon?” the girl asked him 

“Oh? Nothing, sorry.” he said mentally cursing himself for thinking out loud again

“That’s a lie” a small smile on her lips

His eyes widened, “you can tell i’m lying?” 

She nodded. Neither of them had to say it but both of them knew that they were each other’s soulmate. Now that both of you know, you both start to talk, not small talk, but friendly talk. A sort of way to get to know each other. Harin made mental note to thank his mom for introducing him to his soulmate even if she didn’t know. 

Kanghyun: Every night you dream of the place where you meet your soulmate until you meet them 

The same store. The same books. The same dream. He dreamt this dream countless times. Why couldn’t he meet your soulmate already?

He walked to the bookstore down the street. He could recognize it a mile away, the one from his dreams. The one he’ll meet his soulmate at. 

The same rountine he wished would be over already. He spent all of his free time at the bookstore. At least he wouldn’t be bored while waiting. He’s read most if not all of the books there. 

The next morning, as he was walking to the bookstore, he saw someone looking around, looking lost. They saw him and walked up to him. “Hi, i’m Y/n. I just moved to this neighborhood and do you know where [bookstore name] is?” 

He nodded, “My name is Hyungu. I’m headed there now, let’s go togther” he started walking and watched as she followed him. 

“so...what brought you to move here?” he asked quietly 

“oh, the whole soulmate thing. I kept seeing the bookstore in my dreams and decided to move here if i was to meet my soulmate” she answered 

He made some small talk, well she mostly did the talking but they arrived soon. They both went their seperate ways. 

That night he didn’t dream of the bookstore. Could it be, that girl was his soulmate? Why didn’t it occur to him? He almost ran to the bookstore the next morning, he bumped into her on his way in. Her face gave away that she made the same discovery. 

Dongmyeong: You can only see in black and white but when you meet your soulmate, you can see in color

“What do colors look like?” It’s something he wondered for as long as he could remember. 

His friend who recently found his soulmate tried to describe the colors for him. It was no use, he just had to wait until he found his soulmate. 

The bus just left as he arrived at the bus stop. It was the last stop for the day and now he’d have to walk home. He felt something wet on his head and looked up at the sky, it was raining. Great. Just great.

As he rummaged through his bag to look for an umbrella, someone approached him and put the umbrealla over his head. He looked up at the girl and suddenly he could see color. He looked at the bright colored markers in his brown bag. 

“I’m y/n” the girl smiled at him 

“i can see color now” he was in shock

“i know, me too” she laughed 

“oh sorry. I’m Dongmyeong. Thanks for this by the way” he pointed upwards at the umbrella that is over the both of your heads

Dongmyeong didn’t know that he’d be meeting his soulmate by missing the bus in the rain. He was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to get to know you better. You were his sunshine. Just like the sun, you brought light (and color) to his life. 

CyA: You can talk to your soulmate through telepathy  

‘What are you doing?’ he tried talking to his soulmate. You’ve been talking for a while now. He knew that his soulmate was named ‘y/n‘ and he’d been on the lookout for any y/n’s but so far no luck. 

‘I’m on the bus, what about you‘ he heard his soulmate

‘i’m just playing the bass‘ he answered 

‘We should meet up if you’re in Seoul’ he heard, his heart was thumping

Could he be meeting up his soulmate, ‘I am in Seoul, let’s meet up at [adress] today at 4 p.m. if that’s good with you?’ he had an hour to be presentable

‘see you then‘ with that reply, he got out of his chair and started getting ready, he arrived early and looked around when he heard the voice in his head, ‘i’m here‘

Giuk glanced at the entrance and saw a girl standing there, looking around. He walked over and waved her over. 

“I’m Giuk” he said shyly

“I know, and i guess you know that i’m y/n” She smiled at him

He recognized your familar voice, the one he often longed to hear. The voice that brought him comfort. He couldn’t believe he finally found his soulmate. 

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[soulangel-works]

Yonghoon-Onewe (requested to be anonymous)

A/N: oh god another bias this soon?!?!?! Doxjsoaksjsj so.....so many ideas....

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"Y/N! Get over here and try this!" Dongmyeong shrieked to get your attention.

You immediately bolted over to his side to see what he was pointing at and snagged a piece of the food without hesitation. You were about to take a bite when you stopped and looked at it. "Myeongie.....you better run." You mumbled, finding the food in your hand something you REALLY don't like.....at all.

He took a moment to grin at you before sprinting to the other side of the room, yelling at your boyfriend to hide him. "Why am I hiding you? What did you do?" He asked, immediately turning to stare at the younger bandmate with an unamused look.

You pranced up behind Yonghoon and rested a hand against hisshoulder, holding up the disgusting piece of food. "He gave me this! Saying it was good! He knows I don't like this food!" You whined with a pout.

The unamused look turned toward you this time and he arched an eyebrow. "You two are such children....I swear." He mumbled softly, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder.

You squealed in surprise and flailed around for just a moment. "But you love me?" You responded in a question.

Dongmyeong made a gagging noise in the background. "Get a room...."

"Planning on it!"

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[gratefulgirlie]

ATTENTION ALL ONEWE WRITERS

Ok so recently I watched Julie and The Phantoms and I love that show so much. So right now I wanna summon all the onewe writers, if you need inspo for a fic, this is it. Basically imagine an au based on the story of Julie and the Phantoms, where onewe dies right before a really important gig many years ago (this could be in their MAS 0094 days) and then get summoned as ghosts in the present day when the reader finds their demo cd and plays it. They then discover that they can be seen and heard again when they perform with the reader and decide to add the reader to their band.

If anyone actually writes this, I love you very much, you own my heart.

(If anyone reads this and has no idea what Julie and the phantoms is or who onewe are, please listen to their music, they have too many bangers!!!!)

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