I cant insert a photo here on your ask but it goes something like
"Do whatever you want!!!" X said out of anger then character Y kissed him gently. "You said do whatever i want, right?"
whatever â choi seungcheol | 1,821 words | hurt/comfort, fluff
this prompt was really cute!!!
gender neutral reader. warnings: reader is stressed out? and in need of a hug?
you love the sounds that make the house you share with seungcheol your home.
you love hearing the door creak when you open it at that specific angle. you love the sound of the clock ticking in the living room that seungcheol himself picked out. you love the sound of him walking on the wooden floor of your house, the sound of his glass when it clinks against the marble of the kitchen island, the birds chirping in the evening when you take out time to just relax against him and watch the sun set, and the sound of his quiet snores when he insists he wants to watch you watch your favourite shows, only to end up falling asleep.
thereâs none of that here, in this moment.
you take off your shoes and kick them to the side, not bothering to open the cabinet to put them inside because the doors make a particularly loud sound when they snap shut, and you donât want to risk waking seungcheol up again.
itâs been an odd couple of weeks, with you staying out late because of more work and seungcheol staying in because his workload has been relatively less for the beginning of the new year. him being at home wouldâve made you happy if you didnât have to apologize for cancelling and rescheduling dates, or for being left with energy enough only for a bath and a quick dinner, movie plus cuddling sessions replaced by cuddling in your sleep. if you were lucky to get back home in time, that is.
you stop and listen for a few moments. thereâs no sound to be heard. the door to your bedroom is shut, which means that seungcheol must have already gone to sleep.
a little pang of hurt stabs your heart. itâs not like you want him to keep late hours for you, but youâre not exactly doing well in these trying times, and youâd really love to have his voice wash out your worries.
a resounding bang from the kitchen startles you. before you can even think of the worst possible scenario that couldâve just transpired, seungcheol walks out of the kitchen, a rolling pin in one hand and some flour on his hair and his rolled up sleeves. the literal definition of a hot mess.
âhey, baby,â he says, eyes widening when he sees you. âi was expecting you to be back in an hour or two.â
so itâs that bad, huh? itâs become normal for him to expect you to come back even later? you focus on the stains on his clothes instead, and the rolling pin that seems so out of place in his hand. âwhat exactly are you doing?â
ânothing! well, nothing much. yet. maybe you should stay out of here for a while.â
one thing about seungcheol is that he never keeps secrets. he canât tell you a white lie to save his life, much less a black lie. âcheol,â you say, frowning, âboth of us know you donât even cook. are you baking? and whyâs there flour in your hair?â
âsieving accident,â he mumbles, so quiet that you almost donât catch it.
âshould i be afraid?â you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose. you feel like your tears are a short distance away, and you really, really hope heâs done nothing more. something tells you that isnât it, however.
ânot really!â says seungcheol, but you can read him like glass at this point. the little nervous laugh and the way his nose twitches when he tries spinning facts makes you dread what youâre going to find inside. âmaybe you should have a nice bath before you sleep? did you have dinner yet?â
you try to move past him into the kitchen but he blocks the entrance with his broad frame. the one time this isnât sexy.
âcheol, let me in.â
ânot until you tell me the password.â
âthereâs a password now? what, something like choi seungcheol is the best?â
he giggles. âclose.â
you sigh. âcheol, iâm really not in the mood to play games right now. please tell me whatâs going on in there?â
he tries pulling that face, the one with the puppy eyes, where he looks at you so pleadingly that youâre generally ready to fold and do whatever he asks of you, but right now it just doesnât work on you. the more evasive he is, the more worried you get. before he can react, you duck under his outstretched arms and into the kitchen.
rather, into the mess heâs made of the kitchen.
youâve heard stories about junhui trying to bake. they sounded absolutely hilarious, and youâve always wondered how he could mess up so bad that he managed to land waffle batter on the ceiling. especially when he didnât even own a ladder to try and clean it.
itâs not funny when itâs your house that has some batter on the walls. at least itâs not the ceiling, you think, a bit hysterical, until you see flour on theâŠeverywhere. itâs just everywhere. the counter, near the sink, in front of the oven like itâs a modern day trail of breadcrumbs that hansel and gretel wouldâve followed. thereâs also baking supplies scattered all over, an extremely huge sheet of baking paper lining a tray thatâs sitting next to a bunch of bowls.
itâs a mess, to say the least.
âiâm sorry,â seungcheol says, gently turning you away from the sight of it. he winces when he sees your face. you donât even know what your face looks like. all you know is that youâre tired, that you need a break, and that the last thing you would have liked to see today was your boyfriendâs face while he was peacefully asleep, and notâŠthis.
you shake your head but no words come out.
âiâm sorry,â seungcheol repeats, setting the rolling pin down on the counter. a comical little cloud of flour rises and settles. what kind of accident even was that? âi was justâŠtrying to bake.â
âcheol, you didnât even know why we use baking soda till last week!â
âhey!â he says, defensive. âi asked you so i could learn. and i know this isnât great, butââ his words dry up when he notices where your gaze lies â on the batch of cookies that are burned beyond belief.
you canât believe your eyes, either. youâre not the biggest baker in the world, but youâve never burned anything youâve baked. especially not in your first attempt. maybe youâd have given up the courage to bake again if that had happened, but seungcheol clearly isnât that bothered by it.
you donât know if itâs because of how pitiful they look, or how long your day has been, but you feel a lump rise in your throat.
âyou never even do this,â you whisper, only focusing on his face and not the mess around you. âwhy did you think you had to do this today?â
âam i not allowed to try things if i want to?â he asks, crossing his arms.
âitâs not that, cheol,â you say, trying to be as reasonable as possible. âiâd ask you for some help before trying something iâve never done before. you never, ever do this. only when i ask you to help me. why today?â
âbecause i wanted to,â he says, almost flippant. âiâll clean it up before you know it.â
but itâs not about the mess. itâs not about the burnt cookies. itâs not about the way he tried to block you from seeing the state of the kitchen. itâs the finality in his tone. itâs the fact that itâs not a big deal to him because he hasnât had the day youâve had.
seungcheolâs eyes widen when he sees your lips tremble. âare you seriously mad at me? for baking?â
âdo whatever you want,â you hiss, tired and angry, feeling a single tear slide down your cheek. âi shouldnât have looked inside.â you turn to walk away before it becomes a full fledged cascade of tears, but you donât go far because of the hand holding on to your wrist.
âstop,â he says, holding you strong enough that it becomes futile to try and escape.
âlet me go, seungcheol,â you say, avoiding his face.
âoh, no,â he breathes out, and the next thing you know is that your face is cradled in his hands and thereâs a warm kiss pressed to your forehead. and your nose. and your lips. and it keeps repeating till you push him away, your face in his hands. you can feel the ugly emotions inside you ebbing away slowly, reducing to small embers that prickle the slightest bit.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask weakly.
âyou said do whatever i want, right?â he asks, a smile on his face.
that gets you to break, for some reason. you wouldâve forgiven him even if heâd gotten batter on the ceiling, because this â the sight of seungcheol with flour in his otherwise perfect hair, wearing an old shirt and beaming at you even though youâve snapped at him â kills even those small embers.
you press your face to his chest and let the tears out silently.
seungcheol rubs your back. âhey,â he says softly. âlet it out, okay? and iâm sorry about the mess. i meant it when i said iâll cleanââ
âitâs not that,â you whisper. âjustâŠhold me?â
seungcheol complies, and you find yourself swaying in his hold in the silence of your house.
âwant to talk to me about it?â he offers when you pull away, feeling slightly better. âiâmââ
âstop apologizing to me, cheol,â you say, laughing a little wetly. âitâs not the kitchen. iâve justâŠiâve been missing you like crazy and i miss just being with you without doing anything. i hate coming home late and seeing you asleep by yourself in our bed. i wantâŠi want things to go back to the way they were.â
âso, a bad week?â
âmore than one.â
âbut you have me here at the end of every single day, right?â seungcheol says, pushing up the corners of your lips to make you smile. you do smile, but itâs because of the cute grin he has on his face. âweâll get through it before you know it.â
you sigh. âit sounds good when you say it like that.â
âbecause i mean it. also, one more thing.â
âyeah?â
âplease donât ever call me by my whole name again.â
âonly if you mess up the kitchen that bad again.â
âhey!â
âalso, why were you baking in the first place?â
âbecause i wanted to cheer you up,â he says, sheepish, and you want to do nothing more than hold his face and kiss him silly.
âyouâre an idiot, baby,â you say, cradling his face in your hands. âbut youâre my idiot. and i love you.â
seungcheolâs blushing face is quite possibly enough to get you through tomorrow.
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writing a fic and i just realized hansel (of hansel and gretel) and hansol are one letter off
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itâs well past two in the morning when all your guests have left, and itâs just you and jeonghan and some cardboard boxes.
the two of you are taping the last of his boxes shut, a movie youâve seen a million times playing on the television, both of you talking and laughing over it. the party has just died down â yours and jeonghanâs farewell party.
heâd said it sounded too dramatic, when you first brought it up. because neither of you were going far. you to your new studio apartment and jeonghan moving in with seungkwan, now that the lease was up and the owner wasnât planning to renew it. jeonghan had dubbed it the âhouse-coolingâ party instead, the opposite of housewarming â the kind of stupid joke he only makes to you.
still, though, as you sit among the boxes and leftover pizza, you feel kind of â wistful. when you say as much, jeonghan laughs, reaching over to tap under your chin fondly.
âwistful?â he repeats, smiling.
you huff at him. âiâm going to miss you, thatâs what iâm saying, you ass.â
âiâm not going far,â he reminds you. âweâre literally within twenty minutes of each other. fifteen on a good day.â
âstill!â
âiâll visit you all the time. iâll get tired of seungkwan doing karaoke. and then weâll basically be roommates again, because he doesnât stop doing karaoke.â
jeonghanâs tone is light and easy, but you canât help wondering why the two of you arenât going to be roommates again. why you hadnât looked for an apartment together. neither of you had brought it up, things just fell this way, and all of a sudden youâre thinking about how jeonghan always moves your washing to the dryer for you and how much youâre going to miss him.
because you really are â not just because of laundry. you guys were roommates before you became actually close, brought together by mutual friends; youâve never known a jeonghan that wasnât jeonghan, my roommate, and suddenly it feels a little like losing him. because suddenly you love him, and not in a jeonghan, my roommate way. not in a jeonghan, my friend way either â in a way that puts aches in your chest, has your ribs living up to their name, acting a cage for your heart. youâre not sure how long itâs been, but itâs been long enough.
youâd been clinging to the hope that it would pass; everyone knows you donât date your roommate. but now â now heâs not your roommate, and it hasnât passed, and you donât know whether thatâs a good thing or a bad thing anymore.
on one hand: you could tell him. bare it all out, in the open, raw and bloody and unfettered. on the other hand: there are so many things you would rather do than experience rejection. youâd be able to take just being his roommate if you needed to. couldâve held out until it passed.
âmaybe we shouldâve moved in together again,â you voice, forcing your voice light and airy and casual, playing it like a random off-hand suggestion.
jeonghanâs vehement shake of the head is surprising, and it stings. more than you expected. âno.â
you can quite literally feel your face fall, staring at him without pretence. âwhat?â
he looks up from the box heâs packing, an uncharacteristic seriousness in his brown eyes. âask me why,â he instructs softly.
you swallow thickly. itâs hard not to, when heâs looking at you like that â warm and familiar and intense and scary, all at once. your eyes follow the strand of dark hair that falls over his forehead, suddenly realising just how close he is. âwhy?â
jeonghan sets down the tape, tilting his head to the side, choosing his words slowly, carefully. âbecause if i ever ask you to move in with me again, itâll be very different to this. can you pass me the scissors?â
you barely even hear the last part. âdifferent? different how?â
âjust⊠different.â he shrugs, reaching over you for the scissors himself. âyouâll be dating me, for one thing.â
time seems to come to a halt when he says those words, and you barely manage a whisper â âwhat?â
jeonghan rolls his eyes and pokes your forehead. âiâm trying to say iâm in love with you, dipshit. can you please take a hint?â
you malfunction. itâs late and your brain is already fried enough from finals and heâs staring at you, and this isnât a dream, this is real.
and so you launch your roll of tape in his direction.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
jeonghan doesnât even need to dodge the tape, but still gapes at you. âwhat?â
âyou canâtâ just drop a love confession like a â like a hot potato, and then expect me to catch it!â
âa hot potato?â he repeats, and then heâs biting down on a laugh, shoulders shaking. âdid you just call my love confession a fucking hot potato?â
âno! yes, well â â you flounder, confused in your embarrassment. âoh my god. youâre so mean. i wasnât ready.â
jeonghanâs still laughing. âif iâd warned you in advance, what would you have answered?â
and now itâs your turn to stare him down: âyou didnât ask anything yet. what am i supposed to answer?â
that only tilts jeonghanâs smile further upward, and he scoots closer, leaning on one arm. you can smell him, soft and fresh and so incredibly near, as he speaks â âyouâre smart. i think you can work it out.â
you kiss him first. quick and sweet, over and over. you think itâs probably answer enough.
also in my head this is the same couple from this drabble but they can be read separately
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campfire - bsk
pairing:Â seungkwan x reader
word count:Â 1.7k
warnings:Â the tiniest mention of blood at the beginning
request prompt:Â "What are we to each other?"
A/N: Thanks so much for all the support for my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!
"Iâm bleeding," you wince. You sit down on one of the rocks, turning your foot to assess the damage. A small trail of blood leads from your ankle to your pinky toe, and you let out a little whine. "Gross."
Whoâs idea was it to go on a hike at 5:30am, anyway?Â
Yours. Right. It was your idea.Â
Youâd thought some of your friends would join you â youâre on a week-long cottage vacation. Why would you not immerse yourself in the nature all around you? But only one person had signed up to tag along â the one you thought liked you the least. You donât even know if you would consider him a friend.
The hike had been mostly silent, awkward even â and then, like an idiot, youâd gone and tripped.Â
Seungkwan wastes no time, immediately crouching down on the ground in front of you. He motions for you to put your foot up on his knee and you oblige, wincing again as you move. You canât help but watch his face as he assesses the injury. His hair is messy from the wind, and parts of it are falling across his forehead as he leans forward. He looks kind of beautiful in this element, you have to admit. All sweaty and flushed from the exertion. You try and fail to suppress a shiver as his fingers run across your skin, and his eyes meet yours in concern.Â
"Did that hurt?"Â
You feel your cheeks heat up as you shake your head no, before breaking his gaze and looking back down at your foot. You watch as he pulls off his backpack, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that he has a first-aid kit in there (because of course he does), even though thatâs what you do. You and Seungkwan are just that â two people who happen to have the same friends, and bicker over the dumbest shit. But right now, with the way he looks so soft and concerned, his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, you canât find it in you to make a snarky comment.Â
Youâve been finding it harder and harder to do that lately, if youâre being honest with yourself. You donât know when it started to happen, but the teasing between the two of you just makes you feel warm all over now, instead of irritated like it used to. Youâre starting to resent the way he makes you smile.
âThis will hurt.â Seungkwanâs voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you nod, unable to find your voice as he presses a piece of peroxide-soaked cotton onto the affected area. You hiss at the pain, and his free hand gives your calf a gentle squeeze of reassurance. âItâs not sprained,â he tells you, âbut itâs going to hurt like a bitch. You should be okay to walk on it, but we should definitely head back.â
He starts packing up his bag again, and you wish that you could find something, anything to say. You know a thank you is in order, but all you can manage is, âSince when did you become an expert in sprained ankles?â
Seungkwan snorts, but he doesnât so much as flinch while he continues to put his things back in his bag. âBeing the captain of the volleyball team has its perks, I guess.â
âAnd co-captain of the badminton and table tennis teams.â
That makes him look up. His eyes are wide in surprise, and you try to ignore how flushed youâve suddenly become under his gaze. âYeah,â he says slowly, âI didnât know you even knew that about me.â
You canât help the defense that shoots back up as you retort, âWhat do you mean? Itâs all you talk about. We get it, youâre sporty.â
âRight.â His lack of response to your quip has you flustered. He simply hums, stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulders. âCan you walk on your own?â
You feel stupid all of a sudden. âI think so,â you respond, dejected by the weird energy between the two of you, and you can feel Seungkwanâs eyes on you as you stand, testing the weight on your foot. âIâm good, just go slow.â
You donât talk to Seungkwan for the rest of the afternoon. He disappears when you make it back to the house, and all you get from him over lunch are some smiles and a giggle when you guffaw at Mingyu tripping on his own shoes. You spend the afternoon hanging out with Vernon and Seungcheol in the library, ankle propped up as you read in silence.Â
A campfire is on the agenda for dinner, and you're told to sit back and relax as things are brought out from the cottage. Youâre entertained from your seat by Seokmin and Mingyu as they begin cooking, and the rest of your group comes out one by one. The sun is beginning to set, and the sky is a beautiful array of blues, pinks and purples when Seungkwan sits in the chair next to you.
âHowâs the ankle?â
âItâs fine,â you manage, and he nods. He settles in, eyes on the fire, and you canât help but gawk at him. He chose to sit next to you?
The evening passes without much more chatter between the two of you. Your other friends are entertaining as always, and the time slips away peacefully until Jeonghan announces his early retirement, and others begin to follow suit. The fire is dwindling when Chan, Soonyoung and Seokmin announce that theyâre headed in, leaving just you and Seungkwan, and youâre about to ask Seokmin to help you back to the house when Seungkwan interjects.
âIâll help them.â
You flush at the chorus of oohs and ahhs that echo through the remaining group, but Seungkwan doesnât even flinch, already maneuvering his chair in front of yours.Â
âCome on,â he pats his thigh, âlet me see.â
âSeungkwanâŠâÂ
He hums, focused on the task at hand. Itâs quiet now as he stops fidgeting with the bandage, moving instead to gently massage the sore area around the wound. His touch is gentle but firm, and you feel electricity shoot through you. Youâre holding your breath, and you feel a little dizzy; there are goosebumps on your leg from where heâs touching you. Itâs not cold out, so you know you canât blame it on that. Itâs quiet, and all you can hear are the murmurs and occasional laughter of your friends in the distance, and the dying fire.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â Your question comes out harsher than you mean for it to, and you wince.
Seungkwan looks up at that, his fingers stilling on your skin. Heâs silent for a moment, processing. âWhat, helping you?â He sounds incredulous, and you shrink a little bit back into yourself. He begins to gently press his fingers into the muscle of your ankle again, his eyes falling back to his work as he adds, âDidn't know you thought so lowly of me.âÂ
âItâs not as if you like me either, Seungkwan.â You wish you could pull your ankle away from him without it hurting, wish you could find a way to hide from whatever this conversation is about to be â but you canât.Â
Seungkwan shakes his head, the disbelieving huff of a laugh escaping his lips as he does. âUnbelievable.â
You cross your arms, defensive. âWhat?â
Despite being obviously annoyed, Seungkwan is gentle as he sets your foot back on the ground. âNothing. Just let me help you back to the house, alright?â
You stare at him in disbelief as he stands, moving his chair back to its place before he holds out an arm to you. âNo. What? Youâve got to be kidding me, Seungkwan.â
He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight as looks away from you and mutters, âFine. Get back to the house on your own.â
âThatâs notâŠâ You fight back the sudden urge to cry, blinking rapidly. âSeungkwan.â
Something in your voice makes him turn back to you, and now his own arms are crossed in defense. âWhat, Y/N?â
âIâŠâ You donât even know what you mean to say, really, and it takes a moment before you whisper softly, âWhat are we to each other?âÂ
You can tell heâs surprised by your question. His eyes widen as he straightens. âI⊠I donât know,â he admits honestly. âBut I canât figure out why you donât like me.â
His admittance lingers in the air around you, and your mouth falls open as you process. âDo you like me?âÂ
Seungkwanâs hand lifts to run over his face as he sits back in his chair. Heâs embarrassed, you realize, and your heart stutters over itself in your chest. âI mean, yeah, but I just meant â you think that I hate you or something, but I donât, even though you donât like me ââ
âI like you,â you blurt out, cutting him off before he can ramble any further. âI thought that you didnât like me because youâre always so competitive and want to beat me at everything, and you never seem excited to see me or try to talk to me at parties, so I just⊠gave up on trying to make you like me.âÂ
Seungkwan lets out a whine. âYou intimidate me! Youâre good at everything and yes, Iâm competitive, but youâre an equal match and thatâs so hot. But I thought you didnât like me, so I didnât try, either.â
âOh my god,â you say after a moment.Â
You stare at one another in the dim firelight for a moment. And then you both begin to giggle.
âAre we going to ignore that you called me hot?â
Seungkwan stumbles a bit, the arm he has slung around your shoulders tripping you up a little bit too, but he quickly catches himself. You bite back a smile. âYes. Yes we are.â
âWhy? I think youâre hot, too.â
Seungkwan fully stops the two of you now, turning to you with an exaggerated pout. You can just make out his features in the light from the cabin up ahead, and he looks so cute you could cry. âDonât tease me,â he whines.
âIâm serious,â you tell him honestly. He looks away, but you can see the shy smile thatâs formed on his face.Â
âFine,â he says as he begins to walk again. âWe can talk more about that inside.â
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wait your requests are closed but can i just dump this thought here first đ
this is such a random request (not really tbh đââïž) but something about of wanting to see wonwoo doing the fire choreo shirtless pls đđđ» PLS
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https://x.com/ddaddu_wonu/status/1783889384410108294?s=46&t=Pno0_nYlg0gSYtHkBk336g
why is he so bf coded
why is there only one wonwoo in this world đđđđđââïž
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ANON I HOPE YOU KNOW THESE ARE SOME OF MY FAVOURITE PHOTOS OF HIM EVER?? like?? he is so bf coded? yk that post about losing all the self respect you have when you see a certain someone in a black shirt? it was made for wonwoo and wonwoo only.
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heads up! minor injury, food mentions
vernon smooths a bandage around the side of your palm, fingers lingering there a few extra seconds as he glances up to meet your gaze. âyâknow that knife is pretty sharp.â
âvernon.â you know what heâs doing.
he holds his hand up where thereâs a bandaid around the tip of his index finger. it has cartoon stars on it, matching the wide bandage you have since you bought the cuter ones to make using them a little nicer. âremember?â
heâs parroting your words back at you from when you patched him up the other day. but you just lean in, kissing where the bandaid is before drawing back. two can play at this game. âi know. iâm a dummyââ
with a playful roll of his eyes, he draws your hand up so he can kiss the bandaged spot on the side of your palm. âmy dummy, but sure.â he smiles at you, fingers curling around your hand. âjust be careful.â
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BOYFRIEND JUNHUI WHO...
pairing: idol!junhui x reader
genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationship
warnings: mentions of food, poison, skinship
wc: almost 200
a/n: reader is shorter than junhui in this one i'm sorry tall people i'm just jealous
bf! junhui who always eats your food before you just to make sure it's not poisoned
bf! junhui who finishes every show you start together before you can go through half of it. just to spoil
bf! junhui who never lets you leave without eating breakfast
bf! junhui who always makes you a cake for your birthday
bf! junhui who always goes grocery shopping with you and buys anything you randomly throw in the cart
bf! junhui who hides his favorite snacks on the shelf you can't reach
bf! junhui who picks you up whenever you need a ride home even if itâs 2 am
bf! junhui who notices little changes like haircuts and new nails
bf! junhui who remembers all your orders at different food places
bf! junhui who makes you a playlist of songs to listen to on your way to work
bf! junhui who loves when you play with hair while cuddling
bf! junhui who trails his kisses from your ears to your neck
bf! junhui who insists that you must adopt the neighborhood cat
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êą S.coups ê° ê° seventeen ê± ê± lockscreens âĄ
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700 followers!!! Wow. Thank you so much to everyone whoâs followed me so far, and anyone who has reblogged my work. Itâs so appreciated!
I am super busy with life right now, but I wanted to try and do a little event to celebrate by opening my requests and having a little request/drabble event! I canât guarantee Iâll get to everyoneâs requests, but Iâll try :)
(Also yes I know I still have to finish Thirteen Valentines, but theyâre coming!!)
Reblog this post to help spread the word!
The rules are:
Send me an ask with a member + one or two of the prompts from any of the lists below the cut!
You can request more than one member or prompt, but please send them in separate asks
Reminder that I donât write smut
Thatâs it!
prompt list one / prompt list two / prompt list three / prompt list four / prompt list five / prompt list six / prompt list seven
A/N: tagging some loves, if you could share đ©· @tae-bebe @wheeboo @eoieopda @wqnwoos @waldau @minisugakoobies @gyuminusone
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re-reading my own seungcheol fics because damn he got me feeling some type of way even though he's not my bias
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Sunshine was such a cute read đ„č I think itâs safe to say seok would totally sulk in a situation like that hahaha. heâs so adorable and my heart is so warm now đ„č
awww thank you so much!!! dk is the absolute best :D
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sunshine â lee seokmin | 764 words | fluff
bro is literal sunshine, i had to. i don't know how this came to me but i'm so glad it did. and can we ignore the fact that you could see it only across america?
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
dokyeom knows heâs being a bit obnoxious.
okay, maybe not just a bit. very obnoxious.
but is it his fault that heâs upset about missing the solar eclipse that heâd wanted to see with you?
the pictures youâve sent him arenât enough. he kept staring at all eleven of them, showing him every angle you managed to get. even nasa had been roped into your shenanigans to try to make him feel a little less sad about missing out, not to mention the livestream youâd held for two seconds, cutting it off even before he got a chance to say hi.
it goes without saying that he canât help but feel a bit guilty.
he knows itâs a bit too much when the smile he gives you isnât as cheerful as yours. he knows its over the top when he resists your attempts to cuddle with him. in the end, your puppy eyes break him enough to let you hold him.
âitâs just so unfair,â he huffs, pressing his face into your shoulder. he ignores the little giggle you give out, running your fingers through his hair. this is a matter of utmost importance and he should be allowed to sulk, dammit.
âiâm not saying itâs not, kyeom.â
âbut youâre laughing at me! iâm sad i missed seeing the eclipse with you and youâre laughing at me.â
âhey, iâm not laughing. didnât i try calling you on video so you wouldnât miss out? and didnât i send pictures later?â
âthatâsâŠnot the point.â
âthen what is?â
dokyeom sighs. âi wanted to see it with you. it wasnât about the eclipse. we always watch the sun rise and set whenever weâre together. of course i wanted to watch this one with you, too.â
âoh,â is all you say.
dokyeom just pulls away from you and shifts so that his head rests in your lap.
âhey,â you say, thumb tracing his cheekbone. soft. âare you really that upset because you didnât get to watch an eclipse?â
âit wasnât just an eclipse, though,â he says, looking up at you. you look so good, even upside down. âit was the eclipse. and i missed it. and you.â
âbut you were touring, baby.â
dokyeom knows youâre right, but heâs not in the mood to listen to logic right now. so he behaves like the very mature adult he is and hides his face in your stomach, unwilling to look up at you. he doesnât move even when he can feel your silent laughs shake your body. he feels you stretch to your side for something and very reluctantly looks up at you when you tap his shoulder.
âdo me a favour?â
âanything,â he says immediately.
âtake a photo with me?â
thereâs already maybe a couple thousand photos of the two of you together in each of your phones, and dokyeom figures it wouldnât hurt to add a few more. it never does.
but heâs also confused by the sudden change in topic. âwhatâŠâ
âtrust me.â
that he does. he shuts up and arranges himself so heâs lying a bit more comfortably on you, his super long arms helping him take the best picture he can for you. oh, well. pictures. multiple.
heâs become a bit tired of posing for selfies by himself, so it feels good to have your face in the frame again. he keeps capturing you more than himself till you ask him to stop, selecting what he deems are your favourites before you send them to him.
âsee this?â you ask, showing him one of the photos. youâre accidentally out of the frame, and heâs captured himself laughing the way he does when heâs with you, eyes squeezed shut with the widest grin on his lips. do you know how happy you make him?
ââŠyeah?â
âthatâs my sun youâre seeing. youâre lucky you can see yourself in a mirror every single day, you know?â
dokyeom swears his brain blanks. shirt circuits to the worst degree possible. âdid you justââ
ââsteal your job of using pick-up lines? maybe?â
suddenly, it doesnât really matter that much anymore. sure, heâs a bit bummed he didnât get to see it in person, and he didnât get to see it with you, but he has you. forever. like the sun. burning bright, looking after him.
âalso,â you say, looking very proud of yourself, âthe next oneâs in 2044. letâs make sure we donât miss that one, okay?â
thatâsâŠtwenty years in the future.
when dokyeom clings to you a little more while you sleep that night, he thinks you already know the reason why.
taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minnieminshi @nonononranghaee @hrts4hanniehae @viewvuu
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ATTACCA OP.2 JACKET BEHIND
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Cozy and Comfy ⧠l.jh
Pairing: Lee Jihoon x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: Jihoon doesnât understand why you like lying on top of him so much no matter how many times you explain. To be honest he isn't sure why he misses it when you suddenly stop but he'll get to the bottom of the mystery.
Word count: 3.5k
A/N: it's soft hours for woozi rn.
There are a few things Jihoon values above all else. Some of these things are his privacy and personal space - understandably so, after living and spending most of his time with twelve other guys for a significant part of his life.
However, this is his private time now and even though he might not be the biggest fan of physical affection, his hand cradles your head to his chest. His other hand is on the small of your back to reassure you heâs there.Â
You seem most satisfied like this, seeking out this exact position night after night whenever he comes home to you. He doesnât mind, if heâs being completely transparent - he likes it too. This sort of intimacy that seems to help him recharge instead of draining him further. He wonders if itâs going to be the same once you live together, wonders if heâll mind if this little ritual stops.
Jihoon remembers the beginning, when you shyly proposed the idea and he let you do whatever you wanted because he was curious. There was a wide smile on your face when you crawled between his legs and settled almost fully on top of him. You were adorable, gently rubbing your face against his chest. He teased you - are you a cat or what? He didnât want you to get up, didnât expect that you wouldnât recognize the humor in his voice. Before he could say anything, his body reacted on its own to stop you. It felt even better when he was holding you, he discovered. And his touch was enough to let you know he wants you to stay right there.
And now here you are.
Today your hand is stretched slightly so you can play with his hair. Itâs getting inconvenient at this length but he has to admit your attention makes it slightly better. He lets you mess with the tips and pull at them gently. He even allows you to loosely braid the strands you can reach. Maybe itâs that heâs already slowly drifting off, maybe itâs that heâs just in love.
Heâd like to have more time with you, but the nights usually end like this - with him suddenly falling asleep before he can realize how tired he is and you waking him up so softly and gently he doesnât mind it at all. Itâs nice, if heâs honest. To have someone to trust, to have you slowly lead him to the bedroom. You look so sheepish after having to wake him up that it always feels like the first time you gave him the privilege to be led to your room.Â
Itâs the perfect way to spend the night. This way he gets to fall asleep next to you twice instead of just once.
Jihoon doesnât understand why you like lying on top of him so much no matter how many times you explain. Not that he minds - he just canât comprehend what youâre saying to him.
He doesnât get your excited youâre so cozy and comfy. He gets that heâs warm, sure, or that you like hearing his heartbeat. He also likes it when you sometimes sneak your hand under his shirt and put it above his heart. Just as heâs fond of moments when nothing can help you relax but lying like this while youâre both naked, with nothing but a blanket covering you. Hell, itâs nice is fine too. But the rest of it? Itâs just confusing.
What he also doesnât understand, and what pretty much solves the question of whether heâd miss lying with you like this if you stopped doing it as often, is whatâs been going on these past few days.
Itâs not literally always that you lie on top of him, sometimes itâs too hot or youâre just not feeling as affectionate or one of you is in pain or sick. But none of this applies now. He knows this because itâs definitely not hot, he checked that youâre feeling fine, and youâre all over him otherwise.Â
Itâs just that you wonât take part in your little ritual.Â
Last night you did for a bit but you were restless and squirming until you gave up and laid tucked into his side. Now, heâs not complaining about that - it also feels nice but itâs not exactly what heâs used to and what he started to look forward to each day that heâs spending with you.
On the fourth day he cracks and once he lies down, he opens his arms for you. Jihoon knows heâs cheating because you never say no if he explicitly asks for any type of affection. He figures thereâs no harm, though, thinking that maybe youâre just feeling a little self conscious as you sometimes do. He sees the surprise on your face, feels reassured by the giddy laugh from your lips and how happily you take your place where you belong. He might hold you just a little tighter for a bit. Just maybe. He pretends he doesnât know heâs doing it.
Yet even though everything seemed fine, like things returned to normal, they didnât. Youâre trying to hide it, but itâs impossible to mask your squirming when youâre literally on top of him.
âIs everything alright?â he asks, his brows furrowed into a concerned frown. Are you feeling uncomfortable with the position all of a sudden? Are you hurt? He trusts you to say something if that was the case, but maybe you needed some encouragement? Needed him to show that he cares? His hold loses some of its strength.
âYeah, why?â you turn your head to look at him. To your credit, you keep lying on him, and even if your voice is nothing but curious, he feels like youâre calling him out. Daring him to say he misses the affection he sometimes playfully teases you about. He contemplates for a moment before he decides that he trusts you. Really trusts you. And heâs⊠worried.
He might not understand what you mean by him being cozy and comfy to lay on but he knows itâs what he wants to be. He doesnât think anything about him changed, so he wonders if maybe he did something that changed your perception of him. He licks his lips, ready, and then groans nonetheless. He knows you wonât tell anyone, but stillâŠ
âItâs just, uh, you donât seem comfortable and I donât know, did something happen? Did I do something?â
His hand moves from the back of your head to your face, gently caressing your face with his fingers. Did you maybe just feel uncomfortable sharing whatever is the issue with him? He doesnât know why youâd feel that way, but heâs ready to do whatever he needs to if it means getting your trust back.
âHey, Jihoon,â you call his name softly, as if you knew just what was going on in his head. You scoot closer to him, a movement which naturally makes him curl an arm around your waist. âItâs nothing. Itâs really nothing.â
âYeah?â he asks and immediately cringes at how defensive he sounds, âSorry.â
You smile and pull away, slowly moving to straddle him once he lets you. Soon you guide his hands back to your waist.Â
âHave you started working out more?â you ask and it makes the frown on Jihoonâs face deepen.
âNo, I donât think so,â he shrugs. If anything, it was a struggle to fit the work outs into his schedule. He couldnât have more of them if he wanted to. âWhy? Do you think I should - or should work out less?â
âNo, not at all,â youâre quick to reassure him, âItâs just that your body is, uhm, harder lately.â
Your voice gets weaker towards the end, but not enough that he would have trouble hearing you, although he canât really imagine what you mean.Â
âExplain?â he asks, blinking a couple times. You groan, leaning down to hide your face in his shoulder.
âItâs just that, well, usually youâre kind of soft and comfortable? Like not soft soft but just, I donât know, nice to lay on,â you rush with the explanation but thatâs okay - so far Jihoon understands nothing anyway, âBut lately youâre so hard - your body, I mean. Like youâre turning into a rock or something. Are you sure youâre not overdoing it at the gym?â
Itâs a bit too much information that he doesnât know what to do with. Again, heâs not sure what you mean exactly, so he stares at you for a second or two before he finally speaks up.
âWe started adding more weights recently, so maybe,â he shrugs.
âAnd you didnât notice something is different?â you ask, rising from your hiding spot. You seem confused - just as confused as he is.
âWell itâs not like I poke myself to know what my body feels like, y/n,â he deadpans, âIâm more sore but something hurts all the time, so I canât say I noticed much of a difference.â
He watches as your expression morphs into one of concern and heâs so grateful for his quick reflexes that allow him to pull you down before you can get up from his lap. âWhatâs wrong?â
âYou tell me when it hurts, right?â you ask, worrying your lip between your teeth. He smiles softly and nods. Heâs glad when you relax, but he keeps his hands on your hips anyway. âYou rest enough, right?â
He resists rolling his eyes and just confirms instead. âYou know I have to take care of my body if I want to do this for a long time - and that includes rest.â
âAnd eating proper meals,â you remind him. He chuckles, agreeing with you easily. âIf youâre short on time and need a meal quickly just let me know.â
He smiles, bringing one of your hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand. Heâs grateful for you, truly. But he canât help but wonder if you know how much youâre actually doing for him. If youâre aware even all the little things add up.
âI appreciate that, but you know I can just order-âÂ
Before he can finish the sentence, thereâs a finger pressed against his lips. He doesnât protest upon seeing the determination in your eyes. âYou know what I want to say, right?â
âOf course,â he sighs, his lips still turned up, âAnd you know I enjoy when you cook for me.â
The way you beam at him one would think heâs never told you before. But he did. Every time. Because it was true and the least he could do.
It gets quiet for a while, but Jihoonâs happy enough to know that nothingâs wrong. He knows his overworked muscles will eventually get stronger and heal, returning to their original consistency that was apparently soft but not soft soft. Thereâs always a chance that youâll get over your fondness for this particular position, but thatâs something only time will tell. For what itâs worth in the eyes of fate, he hopes you never will.
With the crisis over, his body starts to feel the day again. As if all the aches simply hid to make room for his insecurity and only now started to come back once the air cleared. He tries to push back the yawn, but fails yet again. He hears you shake your head, well familiar with the sight. He holds you tighter before you can think about leaving.
âWe can move to bed, youâll fall asleep soon anyway,â you rub your hands over his chest, but Jihoon is nothing if not stubborn. So despite his aching body, he flips you sideways and traps you between his body and the edge of the couch. He takes more pride than he probably should from the fact that you cling to him despite his not soft body. Heâs holding you. He wouldnât let you fall.Â
âIn a while, I like this thing we have,â he mumbles, taking advantage of your face still buried in his chest where you canât see the longing in his eyes.
You know itâs a lost fight anyway, and itâs not hard to oblige when the prize is being held by Jihoon and relaxing watching whatever you put on. He always tells you that the pillows are more comfortable than him, but youâre pretty sure you saw him frowning while you took one to put under your head.
You settle into a more comfortable position with your back against his chest and his arm loosely thrown over your waist. You canât even remember the last time you spooned like this. Itâs nice. Regardless, you miss your usual position. It allows you to watch him once he falls asleep, and his heartbeat is nicer under your palm or your ear instead of against your spine.
It doesnât take long for you to feel as his breathing evens out against your neck. His face is buried in your hair and you donât understand how that can be comfortable. You wonât complain, though, when you are so perfectly surrounded by his warmth. You feel your own eyes becoming heavy. Youâre actually looking forward to your bed, but you donât have the heart to wake up Jihoon yet. Itâs always a gamble, trying to allow him to sleep for as long as you can without falling asleep yourself, but you have yet to lose. You are responsible for his comfort, after all. And thatâs a job you do best.
Things get back to how they were eventually. Jihoonâs body regenerated enough that itâs returned to the cozy state now, even though he still has some reservations regarding the label. One day you went as far as to call his biceps squishy, which he has yet to process.Â
Overall, though, things are peaceful.
Just as he wanted.
Only today was tough. Really tough.
One of those days heâs so grateful he could cry for taxis being a thing. He doesnât know how heâd make it home otherwise and still he managed to doze off in the car. At least heâs familiar enough with the route to your apartment that he can manage it even half asleep. Itâs a small miracle he doesnât stumble and fall on the stairs.
You on the other hand think itâs a miracle heâs made it this far without passing out cold.
The moment you opened the door - or more precisely the moment you had to open the door you knew something was wrong. If your boyfriend canât even unlock the door himself, something is very wrong.
Itâs heartbreaking to see him like this, but at least heâs out of it enough not to mind your concerned gaze on him as he shoos you away so he can take off his shoes. A herculean task it seems because it takes him forever. Youâre close to telling him to just come in anyway when he pulls them off at the last second.
You help him straighten up under the guise of taking off his jacket - something he usually doesnât allow either, but itâs not wildly off limits. Neither is hugging him as a greeting. If you cling to him a little to help him to the bedroom, thatâs between you and the sky above because you believe he falls asleep on you for a minute there. A belief that comes concerningly close to being the truth when he blinks and looks around the room as if he had no idea where he is.
âThis is the bedroom,â he slurs the words together, but at least you know heâs not sleepwalking yet.
âYeah - look at you, Jihoon. Where else do you think we should be?â you chide, gently. He can be moody when heâs tired, though you think heâs not in a state where his brain is capable of processing something as complex as a mood.
Instead of answering, he nods in the vague direction of the living room. You have half a mind to scold him, but then think better of it. Another thing about tired Jihoon is that heâs even more stubborn.Â
âOkay, sure, we can go there, but wash up first, hm?â you instruct him and turn to walk away when he grabs your wrist. His hand falls limply back down, but it achieves what he wanted.
âWhy? Iâll do it later,â he argues, frown pulling at his features.
âYou wonât, love, and we both know it. Now, you can either wash up yourself while I heat up some food, or I can help you and then get you the food, so?âÂ
One more thing about Jihoon is that heâs infuriatingly determined to take care of himself without relying on others. Especially when it comes to you.
Heâs getting better though. You see it when his lips pout slightly but he still gets up and heads to the bathroom.
You take that as your sign to head to the kitchen to warm up the soup you made earlier. Itâs not much, but you hope heâll be stronger later and youâll manage to persuade him to eat a proper meal. For now, though, the soup will have to do. You donât think he would manage anything requiring him to put actual effort into eating.
Just as you begin pouring the warm substance into a bowl, you hear footsteps in the living room. You follow their trail across the room in your head and then breathe a sigh of relief at the soft thud where the couch should be. You carry the soup over, not too hot, just the right temperature to eat.
Jihoon is already sitting there, although it looks like heâd much rather fall sideways and sleep. You hand him the bowl carefully, however you never get to give him the spoon as he just drinks the liquid straight from the bowl. You sigh, but leave him to it and carry the utensil back to the kitchen. Heâs done with the soup when you return, but he looks so miserable that you decide to put the dirty dish further away on the table and deal with it later.Â
You sit down next to him but donât stay put for too long, lying down and opening your arms for him. He looks at you with pure confusion.
âWhat are you doing?â
âCome on,â you sigh, motioning for him to lay down. He looks hesitant, if a bit more awake.
âIâm heavy,â he counters.
âWeighted blanket. Stop fighting and just lay down. Iâll push you off if itâs too much,â you raise your brows at him in a clear challenge. He might be more stubborn, but youâd win this fight since you wouldnât fall asleep halfway through it. He sighs, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath. He does move though, and you make space for him between your legs, helping him settle over your body. All that working out and yet he struggles to hold himself above you, his body shaking with the effort.
âItâs alright, lie down,â you coax him, slowly. He all but melts over you once your bodies touch, like butter on a warm toast. He looks so comfortable you feel a little bad for guiding him to a more comfortable position with his head on your chest. Itâs for him to lay comfortably, of course, but it also gives you easy access to his hair.Â
First you smooth any stray hair away from his face, maybe taking just a second to caress his skin while he allows the affection. Your fingers glide through the locks without any trouble. Again and again you brush your fingers through them, enjoying the texture, scratching across his scalp like you know he likes. You think how much youâll miss this when he cuts his hair short again.
âStop, Iâll fall asleep,â he murmurs, words barely recognizable, âI havenât asked about your day yet.â
You sigh - try to, really hard you try, but fail harder. You just laugh, in love.Â
âIt wasnât anything special,â you assure him, âThereâs always later if youâre curious.â
You think he tries to nod, a little jerk of his head against your chest. He presses his face further into your chest, his ear right above your heart. You know the feeling well, holding your breath - hoping. Hoping heâll find the same comfort in you as you find in him.
âItâs really nice,â he more so breathes than whispers. And soon enough, his breathing slows down and evens out, his body getting heavier like a blanket pushing you into the cushions of the couch.
You smile for a second, and then return to playing with his hair.
This is what home should feel like, you decide. Like the trust he puts in you by letting his guard down, like the unconditional love he shows you by always holding you while he falls asleep - but also like the safety in knowing there will be a new day and nothing will change.
Youâll still have each other.
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pairing: vernon x fem!reader
prompt: a grabs ahold of b's hand/arm just as the latter starts to turn away/etc.
genre: fluff, (newly) established relationship
warnings: none
wc: ~1.1k
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute-
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There's a sharp ache in the side of your neck that wakes you as you felt the weight underneath your head that starts to shift and rock. Wincing and grimacing at the discomfort, you groggily try to sit up, pushing yourself into a sitting position, leveraging his thigh to steady yourself. Your death grip seems to awake your companion - what seemed like just slight adjustments in sleep evolving into a stretch and a satisfying crack of his back.
When your eyes finally adjust to the dimly lit room and you're slowly coming to your senses, you fumble for your phone on his scratched, oak coffee table with one of the legs loose, so it was a little wobbly. The overwashed navy blue fleece resting on your lap falls to the ground in the process, the table teetering ever so slightly as you slide the device off the surface.
12:43AM, reads the screen.
You inhale sharply, tossing your head back.
"What's up?" Vernon asks groggily, his voice husky with sleep. Using the heels of his hands, he adjusts himself to press up against the arm of the loveseat.
You chuckle half-heartedly, "We fell asleep watching TV." You gesture to the screen that had returned to the series list, the same preview playing over and over again in the upper right hand corner.
"Oops," Vernon mumbles lightly. He reaches for his water bottle and takes a quick swig to clear his throat.
"I should go," you tell him, starting to rise from your seat. You didn't think twice about it, to be frank. Yes, you've been dating for a few months now, but staying over was anything short of natural. You bend over the side of the couch, starting to search for your coat and bag you had tossed haphazardly on the floor early. You can hear Vernon rustling on the couch. The friction of his jeans brushing against the patterned surface of the hand-me-down couch from Seungcheol, the springs creaking under his weight.
Though you feel nonchalant, Vernon feels like the moment is sand slipping through his fingers - it's going all too fast and he can't think straight, yet he's grasping for each and every piece like his life depends on it.
Vernon's hand latches onto your wrist, the warmth of his finger tips seeping into your skin, prompting you to pause in your search and look back to him. He's leaned over on his knees, his other free hand propping himself up. His mouth fell agape; the light from the screen danced in the reflection of his dark hazel eyes, innocent, but somewhat serious.
There's a beat that passes before he utters a soft, "Wait."
You don't answer, only giving him your full attention and looking at him expectantly for him to ask his question.
"Do you wanna stay over?" he asks, "It's late."
This takes you by surprise because you have never not left his place during darker hours of the night before. He usually drove you back himself if you hadn't driven over - or if the both of you were too tired, he'd help pay for an Uber back (only because you refused to let him pay in full).
You chuckle nervously, defaulting to what you know best: teasing.
"Aw," you coo, leaning over to be closer to him. You slip your wrist out of his hold to let your fingers intertwine with his loosely. You joke lightheartedly, "Only if you miss me."
He doesn't hesitate to reply: "I do."
Your tongue dries, the snarky rounds of teases lodging in your throat.
The way your mischevious smile falls and your eyes darting away from him while blinking rapidly is all Vernon needs to know you were affected.
That was the thing about Vernon - perhaps if it was anyone else, they might have fallen into a fluster with your question, or at best, banter back. However, it wasn't in Vernon's nature to flirt and joke in such fashion. Times like this reminds you of that this was part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He catches you off-guard, his straightforward nature somehow managing to make you flustered and skittish. Whether it's intentional or not, he knows the ins and outs of your little default flirting games, getting you to tell him what you really wanted, rather than dancing around it. His intentions were always clear.
"Stay?" Vernon asks again, already pulling you away from your stuff.
"A-are you sure?" you stammer, "We haven't . . . done this before."
"I'm sure," he tells you firmly. Quickly, he adds to reassure you, "There's a first time for everything."
"I don't have my pajamas or anything," you argue weakly.
"You can borrow some of my sweats and t-shirts."
"Oh," you look away bashfully. It wasn't even a scandalous request, yet it still feels so intimate, it makes you shy.
He gives you a moment to collect yourself, before giving your hand a quick squeeze again.
"So?" he asks softly. "If you really feel that weird about it-"
"It's fine," you cut him off quickly. You let out a deep breath, not wanting this moment to slip out of your hands because you were being squeamish.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" he challenges. You don't bother to look at him, but you knew, he was grinning - you could practically hear the way his lips creak up into a wide smile at your fidgeting.
"I-I'm just . . . you know," your voice trails off, finally having enough courage to look up at him.
"I don't know, actually," Vernon pushes on.
He waits patiently for your answer. The moment growing more awkward as the seconds pass by. The antique clock Seungkwan got at the garage sale two blocks away ticking away in the background making it known that you were taking a rather long time to answer what was supposed to be a simple question.
"I'll stay," you finally relent quietly.
"Was it that hard to say?" He brushes his thumbs across your knuckles once before letting go. Indeed, you were equally straightforward when the time was right, but feelings, particularly romantic ones, weren't one of them. Heck, after almost three months of what he'd like to think was mutual pining, it took Wonwoo (voluntarily by his own will for the record - Vernon would never force you to do this) cornering you after work and personally delivering you hostage to Vernon at his apartment (a story for another time).
"Yes," you mumble.
He plants a chaste kiss on your temple. You could feel him smiling into it. "I'll go get you something to wear."
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