whatsa-bi-as

[whatsa-bi-as]

first time

GN!reader x Haku Shota (Soul)

song; first time - Hozier

plot; a young couple talks about whether it would be worth trying again to make a relationship work

genre; angst

warning; none - let me know if I've missed any

word count; 1.4K

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

proofread; by the wonderful @gyumibear go check them out they've been a lot of help!!

a/n; I'm thinking of doing some stuff inspired by songs and this was kind of a test run :)

masterlist is here

“Do you think that this could have worked? You and me?”

It was a risky question, but one you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for weeks. It was eating you up inside, and if you didn’t ask it now, you probably never would. The silence that followed filled the air around the both of you and it was deafening.

“I don’t know. I mean, we tried. We tried twice, and Keeho always says 'third times the charm'. So maybe we would, maybe we wouldn’t.”

This was your ex-boyfriend, but your first love. This was the boy you had loved with all your heart, the boy you had watched grow into who he is now, the boy you had always supported with everything you could give.

“One of my mates tells me about this philosophical idea she read about. She thinks it’s just to make people have hope that things could have turned out differently. It’s the idea that there are different versions of people in different universes. ”

He smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He just let you keep talking and listened to you, like he always had, whether you were together or not.

“Which means that in one universe there's a version of us that never met, in another you were always my best friend but nothing more, and in some far off universe it worked out the first time. We never had to wonder if it would work because we… we knew we’d be together forever.”

“So we’re in the one where we tried, but it never happened.”

“Pretty much, yeah. That sucks, doesn’t it. Out of all the universes to be in, we got this one.”

He took a second to think about it. The idea of alternate universes was a lot to take in, especially when it was randomly presented to you late on a Wednesday night.

“What do you think we’re like in that last universe, the one where we never broke up? Do you think we call each other every night and put our beds together in Minecraft?”

You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not, but that was typical of him, always trying to make you laugh, even in the middle of a semi-serious conversation. Once he told you that he did that because he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and deep down you still hoped that was the case.

“I like to imagine that we’re planning our future. I’m stressed about university applications and you're telling me to relax, that I’ll be fine. We’re also bickering over what colour the rug should be in the living room because you think it's the perfect shade, but I am convinced that it’s too dark for the colour palette we chose.”

“If we would bicker over anything, it would be over what mugs we have on the side and which ones go in the cupboard. You want the ones we use everyday to be on display and I think that glass ones would go better with the decor."

You could picture that argument, and try as hard as you might that one did make you laugh.

“That's the only right answer! It’s not only practical, but a house isn’t a home unless you add some personality to it, and what better way to do that than with mugs!”

“I guess one thing that doesn’t change between that universe and this one is that I know you better than you know yourself.”

The wind was not the only thing that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the fact that he was right, this boy could read you like a book, you didn’t have to say anything for him to know that you were upset, or happy, or stressed, just anything. He always knew exactly what to say or do, and although you used to love that about him, now it just leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

“It's way too cold for us to be out this late.” He stood up and held out a hand to help you up. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do we have to go just yet?”

This night felt perfect. It was like a bubble had formed over the two of you, blocking out any fear and anxiety, but you knew that the moment you walked through your front door, you’d have to deal with all of it.

“You hate the cold. I’m honestly surprised you’ve lasted this long without complaining.”

You just looked up at him silently pleading for him to say no. For him to sit next to you again.

“We can walk slowly, but it’s late, it’s dark and it’s cold, so I’m walking you home whether you like it or not. And I’m not taking no for an answer, so..."

This was a situation you’ve been in before. He's not going to give in. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around, so you take a deep breath and take his hand. The feeling sends a sense of nostalgia and hope deep into your soul. There's something about holding his hand that just feels right, like it was made to fit in yours.

The walk starts off in silence, the previous conversation soaking in like winter rain into a jumper. It was comfortable but as you got closer to your house and the seconds began to tick away, there was so much that you had to say, but so little time.

Passing the bench where you spent plenty of late nights when you first started dating you just let it out. All the things you'd been meaning to say over the last few years came out all at once.

“I did love you, you know. Sometimes it's hard for me to realise that I love people because in some ways it just comes so naturally. I know I love my family and my friends, because I mean that's a given, but when it comes to like, romantic love, that's a bit harder to realise. I don’t think I truly realised I loved you until I knew it would never be the same again. You’d never put your arm around me while we talk to our friends, you'd never pick me up for late night snack runs, or send me stupid pictures when I’m having a bad day, and I really, really miss that. I miss you.”

“You love me?”

“I did.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I think a part of me always will. You were my first love. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you completely.”

“You were my first love too.”

You had reached your front door. The night was over. You had said everything you wanted to say, so nothing should really stop you back from going inside. You weren’t together, in theory you owed him nothing.

In reality, this boy was the first one to hold your heart in his hands and try his hardest not to let it break. He was your first love and it felt impossible to leave him. His hand in yours warmed your heart more than any blanket ever could. It just felt right to be with him, but you had to leave. This doesn’t work and as painful as it is, you just have to admit it. It would be for the best if you could find the strength to turn away.

Instead, you just look at him, admiring how his eyes shine like the stars, how he’s so young but already has laugh lines, and he doesn’t care because it means he’s lived a happy life. He was perfect, and the fact that it wasn’t meant to be broke your heart into smaller and smaller pieces every time you thought about it.

He was the one who broke the silence first.

“Can I kiss you? One last time to say goodbye?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Breaking apart neither of you really knew what to say. You were both so different from the people you were when you first met, but the moment after you broke away it was as if nothing had changed. You were back to being those nervous kids again, whose cheeks got warm every time you held hands because it was all so new.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shota.”

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[whatsa-bi-as]

people watching

stranger!Minho x stranger!reader

plot; while you feel cursed in love the pretty boy at the Christmas market can't stop looking at you

genre; mainly fluff with a bit of angst (reader feels lonely), meet cute situation

warnings; slight self deprecating language from the readers perspective (let me know if I missed any)

word count; 0.6k

proof read; this one has been checked over by the wonderful @kyrjnie so check her out <3

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

masterlist is here

You were feeling pretty unlucky in love. Talking stages never got anywhere, all your friends were in relationships, and now as it was getting closer to Christmas it seemed that everyone had someone to spend the holidays with. The feeling of loneliness circulated an uncomfortable heat throughout your chest; a feeling you couldn’t seem to shake no matter how bitter the wind was outside.

Your friends had dragged you to the local Christmas market and while they all had someone to warm their hands, all you had was your cup of hot chocolate. The drink was far too sweet and gave you the same sickly feeling that you got when watching all the happy couples pass..

People watching used to be your favourite way to spend time; making up stories about those walking past, people you will more than likely never see again, feeling like you understood them even if it was just for a brief moment.

It was when you were sitting on that bench that you first saw him. He was surrounded by people, throwing his head back as he laughed, a halo of light surrounding him from the fairy lights circling the stalls. He was gorgeous. The kind of person that you would write poetry about even if you knew that nothing would do their beauty justice. 

You had no clue who he was. No idea of a name, of an age, of his interests, his likes, or dislikes, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was the closest thing to comfort in a human. He looked like the type of person that you had been wishing for. 

You decided that this night was a waste. You had lost your friends and at this point you were just letting the empty feeling win. Getting your bag from your side, a figure appeared in front of you. It was the boy with a halo in his hair. If he looked gorgeous before then he was something heavenly up close. Eyes full of stars, a smile as sweet as sugar, he looked like an oil painting come to life.

Then he began to talk, and his voice simply filled you with a sense of calm, a sense of belonging and understanding.

“Hi, are you with anyone tonight?”

It took you a second to answer, not fully believing that someone like him would want to talk to you. 

“I mean I was, but I think they’ve just gone to do their own thing.”

The look he gave you was one full of sympathy, not pity like you expected.

“Well, that’s not fair. This is the place to be with people, not on your own.”

“I guess so,” you said through a genuine smile “but I’d rather be on my own than being the third wheel for three couples at once.”

He smiled back and seeing that sight up close it was something you wanted to burn into your eyelids.

“I can relate to that. Luckily, my group has no couples if you want to come hang out. And if you don’t then maybe we could go do something? Just us?”

The feeling that those words created is something you could never describe. It was like the broken parts of you were being pulled together, not fully whole but one step closer to being complete. The darkness began to crack as the twinkling lights surrounding you were illuminating your heart. One day he would know that this was the moment where you felt like you finally had a chance at moving forward; that this was the moment where those thoughts of being unlovable washed away like chalk in the rain.

 But right now all you could say was;

“That would be wonderful, but I would like to know your name before any of that.”

The laugh that he let out was something that you would never forget.

“Right, I completely forgot! My name's Minho. What’s yours?”

This would be the start of a relationship that you both could only dream of, but that could only happen with that first night of easy conversation and a fresh cup of hot chocolate.

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[whatsa-bi-as]

forever kiss

GN!reader x BFF!Park Jisung

Genre; fluff, best friends to lovers to be more specific

warnings; swear words, Jisung is implied to be taller than the reader. Let me know if i've missed any :)

word count; 0.8k

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

A/N; proofread by the lovely @hyuukais they made me giggle so definitely go check them out

masterlist is here if you want to read on :)

It was no secret that you had fallen for your best friend. It was painfully obvious to everyone around you apart from your oblivious best friend.

Now, Jisung isn’t stupid by any means but it would have to be a cold day in hell if he was to be even the least bit observant. No matter what you said, how much touchier you’d become, he was completely blind to any subtle advances that you made.

Despite how close you and Jisung were, you thought that a new perspective would help. When releasing your frustrations to Chenle, all the boy could do was laugh. 

“Look, I love him but Jisung is stupid when it comes to anything about relationships. You could make out with him and he still wouldn’t realise that you liked him.”

It was a truth that you had known but refused to admit to yourself. Jisung wasn’t new to the idea of relationships by any means; he’s had girlfriends and talking stages, but it always took the other person to make the first move. You never really understood why. He was funny and drop dead gorgeous, so why he couldn’t make the first move was something that completely baffled you. 

It was a week after that conversation with Chenle when you decided to throw caution to the wind and just make a move that would leave no doubt that you had a fat crush on the boy. The regular routine was taking place, you had cooked, he was washing up. You were sitting on the counter filling him in on the week's gossip as he had his hands soaked in soap and hot water. It was a comfortable routine, but you wanted more.

As he dried his hands you pulled him close so your head was against his back and your hands were wrapped around his waist. He leaned into it, lessening the height difference allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck rather than against his back. It was a moment that felt so intimate that it made your heart race. 

Taking the chance you just said fuck it and decided to voice the thoughts that had been racing through your mind for the past months. 

“Ji have you ever thought about us being something more? Cause like I do and I would really like the idea of us dating and holding hands and doing all that mushy stuff that couples do. And no matter what, when I think about doing that, you’re the only person I can picture doing it with.”

When he doesn’t respond you keep going. Feeling the need to fill the silence as you let your words sink in.

“I like you, like a whole lot. I feel so stupid sometimes because all I can think of is you. I think about what it would be like to kiss you, what it would be like to hold your hand as your partner not your friend, what dates would we go on. I think about it all and I might regret saying this but I don’t think I can hold it in anymore because I like you so much it’s like my heart hurts everytime i see you smile or do anything basically.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening. Fearing the worst you start to move away but he places his hands on yours keeping them around his waist.

“I like you a whole lot too. I mean I think of the same things everytime I see you wearing my hoodies or when I get home from practice and you’re sitting on the sofa ready to ask me about my day. I smile everytime you text me, god, I smile even when I just think about you. I guess what I mean to say is that the only thing I really think about is us being more than just friends. I’ve just always been too scared to say anything because I’d rather have you in my life as my friend than lose you because you didn’t feel the same.”

Turning around in your arms he looks you dead in the eyes.

“I would love to be more. I would love to take you out on dates and hold your hand and do all that mushy stuff that couples do. I like you so damn much I don’t really know how to put it into words.”

Not knowing how to respond, you just looked at him. The boy of your dreams had just told you that he felt the same about you. He liked you! And you’re sitting there silent? So you decided to keep going with what felt right.

“Ji, can I kiss you?”

“All you had to do was ask.” he replied.

Leaning down to capture his lips against yours it felt as though it was meant to be. His lips were soft and fit perfectly against yours, but, not wanting to start anything in the middle of the kitchen, you broke away.

Your foreheads pressed together, slightly out of breath, smiling so wide both of your faces began to hurt, you realised that the boy in front of you was yours. He was yours and you were his. Just you two together against the world. 

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[whatsa-bi-as]

panic and pain

bf!Riki x partner!reader

plot; you go home early with a migraine and Riki starts to panic

genre; little bit of angst ending with fluff

warnings; mentions of medication, reader in pain (please let me know if i missed any)

word count; 0.6k

networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

Riki was worried, he knows that you’re old enough to look after yourself but you going home when you have a club after school? That’s just not like you at all.

You hadn’t answered any of his texts and the worry bubbling in his chest had turned to pure concern to the point where he felt like he wouldn’t be able to breath until he knows you’re okay. 

The path to your house was one that Riki was familiar with. Whether it was walking you home or just coming to see you, the turns were something that he could navigate in the pitch black. This time something felt off, he guessed it was the fact that you weren’t by his side; without you there filling him in on your day or telling him the latest gossip the path just felt lonely. 

Getting to your front door he couldn’t see your parents cars but he still knocked on the door, desperate to see you. The time it took you to answer the door felt like jelly, thick and cold, as your boyfriend stood there ready to raise hell to see if you were okay. So when you opened the door squinting at the sunlight streaming past the silhouette of your boyfriend he almost fell to his knees in relief. 

Pulling you into his chest he plants kisses across your hairline, thanking every deity he could think of that you were safe. Closing the door behind him he practically carried you up to your room not letting his grip loosen until he was at your bedside. 

Setting you down and falling into bed next to you he fully takes you in. You had gotten changed into one of his hoodies and some sleep shorts and even though you were the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on, Riki couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look so good.

“Come on sunshine, what's the matter? Why did you leave me all alone in that hell hole?”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile against his chest at the quite accurate description of your school.

“Got a migraine. Promise it’s nothing against you dumbass.” 

“Did you take anything for it? Paracetamol? Ibuprofen? Those headache tablets your mum gets?”

You got migraines a lot but you had never had to go home because of one before. The only thought running through Riki’s head was to try and help you and lessen your pain.

“Yeah, I took some paracetamol when I got home. Just need some sleep and I’ll be good for tomorrow.”

And with that reply Riki pulled you close and let you get comfy. He talked to you about anything he could think of. How Sunoo and Jungwon had tried to get him to settle a stupid argument and he ended up running away, how your literature teacher just gave up and let them watch a movie last period. Anything the boy could think of he talked about letting you fall asleep against his chest as you listened to his voice.

So you fell asleep with the boy you love already feeling better as you knew that you would always have him by your side. He would run to the end of the earth for you, he would take the stars from the sky if you asked for them but all you needed was this.

All you needed was to feel loved as you navigate another day because being a teenager can suck, being ill sucks, school, life, everything just sucks. That all melts away when you're in Riki’s arms, hearing his voice, seeing him smile. He just makes everything better even the most painful of migraines.

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[whatsa-bi-as]

The tempest

Huang Renjun x gn!reader

Word count: 0.3k

Warnings; animal left in the rain

Plot; you grab Renjuns attention in the sweetest way possible

Networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

A/n; proof read by the wonderful @hwasdollie because I wrote this on my notes app 10 minutes before I began work like an idiot

Storms are magical things. The smell after, the perfect excuse to stay home all day they're simply perfect.

As Renjun opened his window to hear the splattering of the raindrops against the glass his eyes draw to the bright colour almost shining against the dull concrete of the path. Someone was brave enough to go out in this downpour but was stupid enough to only have an umbrella and not a jacket to wear underneath it.

To tell the truth the only reason you had taken a detour from the promised warmth of your apartment was the soft meows that were fighting against the sound of the rain. Sat on the path there was a stray tabby cat that you just had to go and save.

The cat immediately jumped into your arms snuggling into your chest to get some warmth after being stuck in the storms war path and you were helpless to do anything but pull her closer before you run inside rushing to get her safe.

In that moment Renjun felt this warmth spread through his chest and settle in his heart as he saw all this happen. And the warmth transformed into joy as he saw you run across the road and enter the front door that led into the boys apartment building.

That feeling of joy only doubled as he saw you get out of the lift with the bundle of fur still held to your chest. Your new pet recognising the man that has stopped to feed her more than once forcing you to meet.

Renjun loves storms because of the calm they throw over the world. The busy city slowing even just slightly as the heavens rain down. The best thing about this storm however is the fact that he got to meet you. The person who was bound to become his personal rainbow against the clouds of gray.

All because you heard a faint meow as you came home from work and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of luck. Summer storms really are perfect.

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meet odd — han jisung.

trope. acquaintances to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff.

synopsis. you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

word count. 2.3k

warnings. mentions of sex (from the apartment neighbor), cursing

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part 2

There are a lot of things you love about your apartment – the free water and electricity bill, how it's walking distance from your school, the really cold study lounge, and the cat that frequents your small balcony.

For its price, you really couldn’t ask for anything more. The cheap monthly pay goes perfectly with your very strict budget as a broke college student. So, truly, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Actually, maybe you could.

Within all the great qualities your apartment has to offer, there lies one really, really big setback. The apartment right next to yours and your painfully thin walls. The amount of times it has fucked you up in the head after a long day of classes and exams are immeasurable.

Cue the soft banging of your head against your wall and the pillow around your ears to block out the noises, serene smiling as you greet her the next day as you walk out of the apartment together to head to your early morning classes.

The months before she moved, your apartment had been the safest haven to retreat to – where you could stare at the ceiling after a long day, finish your school work quietly before getting comfortable in your bed, and rewatch a show you’d seen a million times before sleeping to prepare for another battle in your university.

Now, your armor is faltering, and the number of hours of your sleep is decreasing gradually fast. Each night was just repetitive banging of her bed’s headboard against the wall between your apartment rooms and obnoxious moans.

You honestly wouldn’t have minded if they weren’t so fucking loud about it.

And if they didn’t go at it until the crack of dawn.

You hate to be told to be grateful. There’s a clear border for when you’re valid to feel frustration over your situation – when you’re allowed to be ungrateful for the downcast of your neighbor in your life.

Because of your predicament, you’ve found multiple alternatives to aid you in overcoming this temporary challenge. There’s a pair of noise canceling headphones on your nightstand that you begrudgingly used your savings up on to purchase, and you’d been a constant visitor in Seungmin’s dorms.

However, you can only go for so long before you start displaying lower back pains from Seungmin’s old and fucked up couch. His roommate, Jeongin, doesn’t help much either when he enjoys talking your ears off as he does anything but study for his classes.

This is what your new living situation is like. You live off Seungmin’s dying couch and the random stabs of pain on your lower back, your apartment neighbor having the time of her life, and the newly formed bags under your eyes.

You’ve definitely thought about marching up to her room and talking to her about it. But what the hell were you supposed to say? It isn’t exactly the easiest thing to confront people about their sex life.

That’s how you find yourself retreating from your apartment at the ass crack of dawn to sit at the main lounge for a bit, defeated with slumped shoulders and heavy eyes.

They can’t go on for much longer, right? You just had to wait at the main lounge for a few more minutes and you could go back to the comfort of your own bed.

“Good morning.” There’s laughter in the voice of the only other person lounging on the couches of your lobby, legs crossed with a tub of ice cream in his hands.

You recognize him as Han Jisung – the other apartment situated right next to your sex addict neighbor. You’ve only really seen him a few times, in the elevator, leaving for the gym as you come back from school, and you’ve only really shared a brief exchange of hi’s and hello’s. Seeing him in a hoodie and sweatpants with glasses on has your stomach doing a summersault.

He is so painfully handsome, jumping straight out of his hot-boy-with-humor trope.

As soon as your eyes meet, the two of you laugh so loudly and so hysterically. You just know. You know why he’s here at 2am with his tub of ice cream. He’s at the main lounge for the exact same reason you are, and something about that feels so humanizing and funny to you.

There’s a shared understanding in your crinkled eyes and cracked smiles and heavy panting from laughing too hard at your predicament. You don’t care that you look crazy with your messy hair from tossing and turning from your bed all night. Nothing looks or sounds crazy to Jisung.

He’s scooting over the couch to leave the space next to him for you, his hand dropping down to pat the spot so you can sit right next to him.

You’re quick to walk over and sit next to him, and he gives you a smile, fingers drumming over the arm of the sofa with his thigh pressed up against yours slightly that makes your heart beat erratically.

“Want some?” His round boba eyes look at yours as he nudges the tub of ice cream in front of you, twisting his body so he can face you better.

The scent of his cologne is holding you ransom.

None of this feels real, but you swear you can’t be making this shit up. You can’t be making up pretty Han Jisung with his slightly long and a bit disheveled hair and his puffed out cheeks as he chews on his ice cream.

Staring down at his offer, you go over your choices. Although, when someone offers up free ice cream at 2am when you need comfort the most, you don’t think there’s really a need to go over your invisible choices. There’s an obvious answer – the one you take as you grab a spoonful of his ice cream and stuff it in your mouth.

You close your eyes at the cold sensation, a smile creeping up on your face instantly. You’re the happiest you’ve been today already, in this moment, eating ice cream with the boy with worn out converse and the sweetest laugh.

“How have you been coping?”

Jisung knows exactly what you’re talking about, and he finds it hilarious how you’re labeling his response to your shared neighbor as ‘coping mechanisms’. His lips twitch up as he rolls his head back to rest on the cushions.

“You can only go so far with noise canceling headphones.”

“I know right!” Your face lights up as you take another spoonful of ice cream, nodding your head in agreement.

“I tried staying with a friend for a bit, but I’m tired of living off protein shakes and cuddling on the same bed. A double sized bed cannot fit me and Changbin.” He shivers as he recounts his experiences with the boy.

“Changbin as in Seo Changbin from the Music and Performing Arts department?”

“Yeah! Binnie! How do you know him?” Your question makes the smile on his face brighter.

“My friend Seungmin knows him. I’m definitely telling him you shaded his love for protein shakes and that you hate cuddling with him.”

“I don’t hate cuddling with him!” Jisung defends himself, shaking his head aggressively. “I would cuddle with him on a bigger bed.”

“Dude…” He laughs.

Something about how he has experienced the same struggles you have is a little haunting, but also comforting. To know you’re not the only one who has gone through the mockery of begging to stay at a friend’s or purchasing those stupid overpriced headphones.

“Wanna… uh, nevermind.”

“Hm?”

Jisung isn’t the most straightforward person in the world, but something about the way you’re looking at him with wide, curious eyes is intoxicating, and it gives him enough courage to continue talking.

Clearing his throat, he repeats. “Wanna go out for a bit?”

Han Jisung’s voice is very deep and very convincing at 2 in the morning.

“They’re not gonna be done soon?”

He studies your hopeful features and pats your shoulder in comfort. “I don’t wanna ruin your small ray of hope, but they were going at it until 4am last night.”

Grimacing, you drop your head in defeat. “If that’s the case, then let’s go.”

That’s how you find yourselves at a creepy, run-down convenience store near your apartment, purchasing more ice cream and looking through the stalls for anything to buy.

“Hey, Hannie!” You call out to him at the back of the store, and he comes padding over with a splash of giddiness in his heart at the nickname you give him.

His friends have called him that a million times, but it sounds different coming from you. It sounds so natural, like you were always meant to say it.

He bites down his lip to prevent himself from smiling further. His heart flutters at the possibility of you being a constant in his life. Hannie, Hannie, Hannie. It slips out of your mouth so easily that he wonders if the universe purposely gave you two that neighbor for this specific moment.

For him to meet you at the main lounge and invite you to the convenience store (and into his life in the process).

Is this what those stupid male leads feel like in those romantic comedies he binge watched with Changbin?

Jisung used to think it was absolutely ridiculous to meet someone and form an entire life with them in their head, but he finds himself doing the same in all his hypocrisy.

When he arrives to where you’re standing, he watches in amusement as you spend the next few minutes trying your hand at a run-down claw machine – desperately aiming for the pompompurin keychain.

First, you play with eyes of determination and careful movements, and then you’re smashing at the buttons in frustration.

Pretty, he thinks.

He can’t help but swoon at the sight of you with an oversized hoodie, smashing at the claw machine with your eyes half open and your lips pouted in defeat.

“Want me to try?”

You’re aware that claw machines were always faulty and deceiving, but you allow Jisung to try and win the keychain that’s probably cheaper to buy than the amount of money you’ve inserted in the coin slot to play the game.

With the plastic bag of ice cream and candy on his left hand, he uses his right hand to control the stick so he can angle the claw the way he needs it. Leaning forward, he focuses on getting the keychain you’ve been aiming for, pressing the red button after a few seconds of pushing it around.

His lips twitch in a smile when he sees the claw land exactly where he needs it to be, and he sneaks a glance at your anticipating face – heart speeding up at the sight.

“Oh my god. And you got the one I wanted?!” Jisung crouches down to grab the keychain from the prize slot before handing it to you and it immediately finds its home on the zipper of your wallet.

He has a proud smile on his face when he sees you hugging your wallet to your chest with a newfound happiness brightening your features. Even the convenience store lady is impressed at how he was able to get anything from that claw machine at all.

Maybe that’s what the graveyard shift does to you. It tires you out so much that you find someone winning at the claw machine game fun.

With an ice popsicle on your hand and your wallet with your new favorite keychain on the other, you and Jisung start to make your way back to your apartment. It was getting late, and they have to be done by now.

There’s a few moments of peace before you hear Jisung audibly trying to suppress his laughter. He’s trying not to giggle, and you know exactly why.

Your jaw drops, hitting him on his upper arm before sulking.

He doesn’t even need to tell you for you to know he’s laughing at your ice cream eating skills (your popsicle’s already melting and you’ve desperately been trying to finish it before it dissipates for the past few seconds).

There’s a taunting smile on his face as he apologizes. “I’m sorryyy.” He drawls the last syllable, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“You just look so cute.”

Something ricochets in your stomach the moment he says that, and you really hope he can’t hear your heart racing over his obnoxious giggling.

Jisung doesn’t know where he got the confidence to say that aloud. He’s also hoping the streetlights are dim enough for you not to notice the redness on the tip of his ears.

When you arrive, you immediately recognize the boy hurriedly rushing out of the apartment as your neighbor’s boyfriend. And when he speeds past the pair of you with a sheepish and shy smile on his face, you immediately make eye contact with Jisung.

Another fit of laughter breaks out.

And as you laugh and giggle over the poor boy’s obvious embarrassment, your eyes drift over towards Jisung, your newfound friend and how his eyes glint with genuine happiness and how he feels so comfortable to be with.

Similarly, Jisung finds himself mirroring your gaze. Somehow, he feels that starting today, things are definitely going to change between the two of you and the possible shift of your interactions into something more constant makes his heart flutter.

Before today, Han Jisung was just another boy who lived on the same floor as you, who you shared a few small pleasantries with. However, as the pair of you walk back to your rooms with your plastic bags of popsicle and candy wrappers and the hint of laughter still bubbling in your throats, you can tell that this moment right now with him feels like the beginning of something wonderful.

You hate to be told to be grateful, but in the stupidity of your own reflection, you are. For what – you’re starting to think it has something to do with the boy next to you.

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an extra earbud

Soobin x reader

genre; angst

plot; Soobin realises that there is someone in your life he doesn't know about

warnings; none

word count; 0.5k

networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

It became a habit for Soobin to share his headphones. One ear to be overwhelmed with melody and lyrics and the other free to listen to the rest of the world. Working as an idol this was an easy way to zone out without coming across as too rude. 

So when he met you it was only natural to offer you the unused ear bud. Over time your music tastes blended together, even though they were practically the same, and soon you had a perfectly made playlist for when you could find the time to see each other. 

For months Soobins favourite moments, songs, and restaurants all changed because of you and this change wasn’t exactly hard to see. His bandmates noticed that he was happier and fans would comment on how he looked at his phone more when on live, all that chaos just because he couldn’t get you out of his mind. 

Then his world came crumbling down the day you posted a photo of a bouquet on your story. Now this didn’t make Soobin panic but the caption of ‘thank you my love’ sent a nasty shock down his spine. Going back to your profile he clicked on your highlights, the first was just a collection of you (looking absolutely stunning), the second was of your friends and other happy memories, and then there was the third. The third one, that Soobin had somehow managed to delete from his memory, was more pictures of you but they were taken from someone else's perspective, it was someone else’s phone that had captured these moments of you. There was someone else. Someone who had taken you on dates, someone who had gotten you flowers, someone in your life that wasn’t him. 

But what hurt the most was that in one of these slides you had used one of his songs so as he sat there, feeling his heart break, on his phone was a beautiful photo of you under an arch of lights with anti-romantic playing. That was the final stab to his heart as he realised that all those moments that he held to his heart, all the times that he had got home smiling over the thought of you, it was all a waste because your heart never belonged to him and it never would. 

That extra headphone suddenly felt like added weight as it hung over his shoulder and the playlists that one sounded like perfection now felt bittersweet. You had entered Soobin’s life and lifted the pressure off of his shoulders and now that he knew that he would never be more than a friend to you it felt like he was drowning as the weight of the world came crashing back down. 

That’s why Soobin decided to be rude, to have both ears assaulted by music rather than the one. If you could never want to create a world with him  then Soobin wanted nothing to do with the one he lived in. Call it petty or over dramatic but we all have our ways of dealing with heartbreak and Soobin chose ignorance.

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late night confessions

so this was written for @ssunnae as part of the @kflixnet exchange event. It was pretty fun and they are such a nice person so i hope you like it <3

Bestfriend!Taehyun x Bestfriend!GN reader

plot; Taehyun tells you how he feels while on a late night hangout

genre; fluff

warnings; none (let me know if i've missed any)

word count; 0.52k

networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

You could swear up and down that night air could heal any wounds. Not literally, but nothing can dry your tears faster than the soft wind with a light chill that exists no matter the season. This belief is how you ended up walking with one of your closest friends as the sun began to set.

Taehyun is someone that has always been by your side through everything. Through past relationships that never worked out, through family drama, through exams, through everything that you had ever faced Taehyun was there for you and you were there for him. It was this closeness that first sparked your feelings towards him. 

It was always stolen glances and wishes that his actions were something more than friendly but you kept your feelings quiet because the only thing worse than rejection would be living without him in your life. 

Little did you know Taehyun had also fallen for you, he had fallen harder than you could have ever imagined. You had fallen for him first but he had fallen harder for you, honestly it’s as if it was a romance novel, and it was only a matter of time until one of you began to crack. 

It just so happened that this one warm June night was the time that Taehyun had enough of the secrecy and decided that it was time for open admiration of who he thought was the most beautiful person he has ever seen. So while sat on the swings watching as the sky shifts from orange to inky black he waited until he felt the time was right to tell you how he had fallen head over heels for his best friend.

As the stars began to reflect in your eyes he felt that there was no better time to reveal his feelings as he turned to you and poured his heart into the world letting all fears of rejection melt away as he focuses on the way that your face seems to glow under the moonlight. It was only after he had finished that he noticed the smile spread wide across your face as you began to laugh into the night air. 

This was not out of mockery but out of pure joy that the man you had always viewed as too good, too handsome, too smart actually liked you back. It felt amazing to know that the person you had fallen for had fallen just as deep for you. Looking into his eyes and telling him that you felt the same was the best feeling as you knew that you now had someone who would love you endlessly and never leave your side. Walking back to his car, hand in hand it felt as if everything had righted itself as you knew that the future would be full of unconditional love and kindness.  

The night air had a way of changing things. Good or bad the darkness always brought a change and this night just made you believe that even more but with the way that Taehyun looked at you, you knew that his feelings wouldn't be changing anytime soon.

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Sun god!Haechan X Mortal!Reader

Part 2 of 19:10

Plot; Haechan comes to terms with the fact that he cannot be the one to love you

Genre; angst

Warnings; mentions of death

Work count; 0.4k

Networks; @k-radio @kflixnet

A god falling for a mortal is more common than you may think. Going back to ancient Greece the stories of lifetimes crossing have been filled with love turned to pain as time goes on and Gods forget the mortal they gave their heart to has to die eventually. You might be thinking that the pain of death is something that the gods would be used to but that would not be further than the truth. 

All gods hear the warning tales of an immortal being with someone doomed to die and many stay away; however, those who fall despite the warnings never know the hurt they will experience. 

Haechan falling for you was unexpected by all the other godly beings. Jeno, Mark and Renjun were all quite supportive having never loved a human before but those who had warned him immensely with the only one staying quiet being Chenle, the god of love. 

He knew better than everyone that love cannot be controlled and while it may hurt in the long run the joy that this love would bring him would brighten each ray of sun that touched the earth. 

While I wish that I could tell you this story had a happy ending I’m afraid that is not the case. For the one downside of immortality is that you must watch those you love move on. Haechan could not reveal himself to you so he chose to watch from a distance which was more painful than anything else he would ever experience. 

All he could do was watch you go through life without ever saying a word. He watched you fall in love, experience heartbreak, and find yourself all without ever saying a word because he would rather live in a world without you then have to spend an eternity longing for what had been. 

Love is a powerful thing that has survived centuries; it has lived longer than empires, rulers, religions, and cultures but sadness and grief has survived the same. The god must have to live with both as one cannot exist without the other as long as you can live forever. 

It is said that death is what makes us human and the fact that Haechan has to live forever means that he cannot be the one to love you. He had never felt the pain of immortality more than when that realisation crashed over him like Poseidon's tide.

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i think we've reached a point in tumblr history where we have to accept that things have changed and lower the number of notes we each are willing to consider a post successful. i did the mathematics on it and i get around 2% interaction on the majority of my posts. excuse my language but thats flippen yucky. it sucks

it doesnt matter how many times ccs tell new users that reblogging is what makes this site work, we're not being listened to. new users dont care about how this site works and they'll continue to use it likes instagram. people arent interested in being told how to make the best of this site, all our pleading is falling on deaf ears

nobody is getting the numbers we used to. maybe its time we all adjusted the level at which a post stops being considered a flop down a little. or a lot. personally i think anything over 10 notes is a success in this economy

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P1Harmony ✧ 7 Minutes in Heaven

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Desc.: A small series about P1Harmony playing the game 7 minutes in heaven with six love interests at Keeho’s birthday party.

✧ Prologue (Keeho) | fluff, humor - 0.5k 1. Jiung - Crushing on you | fluff, childhood friends AU - 1.5k 2. Jongseob - Secrets | fluff - 1.3k 3. Soul - Chances | fluff - 1.5k 4. Intak - Shut Up | fluff - 1.6k 5. Theo - Annoying | fluff, enemies to lovers AU - 1.3k 6. Keeho - Playing with Fire | fluff, suggestive - 1.3k

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21:21

Bangchan x gn!reader

Genre; fluff

Word count; 0.4k

Warnings; none I'm fairly sure (let me know if there are any)

Networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

Master list is here

You and Chan had dated back in high school. God those years that you and spent together felt like a lifetime ago.

Life had changed so much for you both in the time since you said your final goodbyes but one thing that didn't seem to change was your tiny home town. Everyone was still somehow connected and the streets that you had walked as a teenager looked the same at 25.

Escaping your mothers house you decide to walk a route that you would take again and again every summer. The path feeling like second nature as you follow the familiar bumps and bends until you reach a secluded spot.

This spot was the perfect place to hide from the Australian sun but also hide from the looks of nosey neighbours. Here was a bridge that you went to walk straight on paying no mind to the chipped paint and rusted railings.

You walked past it once but it was when you looped round to go back home that you stop to look at the trees that tower over you. Attached to the bridge you see a lock, it's battered by age and any past design is hidden under a layer of rust but you know that lock. Hell, you put it there.

You and Chan had put the lock there on your first year anniversary as a couple. Two teenagers blinded by puppy love and yet it had stayed there. No one had taken it down but instead others had added more so the one lock had turned into four, you have no clue who they belong to or who put them there but here they are.

Evidence that love had survived in this little part of the world. Taking a picture you think nothing else of your discovery only mentioning it as a cool story to your mum. You remember how everyone is connected in this place? Well that is exactly why you get a text off of an unknown number the following day which leaves you absolutely speechless,

'Hey its Chris, been a while but my mum said you found our old lock. Brings back some memories'

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Pats and plasters

GN reader x park jisung

Genre; fluff

Warnings; jisung hurts himself a couple times but nothing extreme

Word count; 0.5k

Network; @kflixnet

Master list is here

Your boyfriend was an absolute idiot. Your wonderful, talented, beautiful, creative, best friend of a boyfriend was a muppet.

Being surprised with a sweet picnic date to end the summer you were so excited, that was until you remembered who you were dating. While Jisung is a wonderful person, and an even better partner, he could be a bit reckless with some of the things he did. 

Your first date ended with a ripped pair of jeans and bloody knees after Jisung decided he wanted to try and jump off a swing higher than ever before. That being said, his silliness always made wonderful memories for the both of you; that worrying ending to that first date resulted in a second one FAR away from anything that could give the same result.

His friends always made fun of him for being clumsy, Chenle always teased him about it anytime he nearly spilt a drink but you thought that it was wonderful. Dating an idol isn’t always easy but being able to see such a domestic side to him helped to put many of those doubts to rest. 

All this to say your boyfriend is an utter idiot. Knowing his streak of accidents he still decided to try and pet the cows that you had come across on your way home from such a sweet day. 

Having googled how to do it he approached the cow while you stood safely behind the fence, phone in hand ready to capture whatever outcome came of this melting pot of chaos. To both of your surprise the cow stayed calm and let Jisung pet her head, allowing you to get an adorable photo of him smiling next to her, and when he had enough of the petting he began to walk back over to you.

Giving you a kiss over the fence, Jisung was positively beaming at the fact he had managed to pet a cow! A cow! How many people could say that they had the chance to pet a cow? Not a lot but Jisung could! 

It was all perfect until Jisung tried to get over the fence. The poor boy almost forgot how tall he actually is and flipped over the top landing on his hands and knees. Dusting himself off he noticed his hands were all cut due to the rocks that littered the floor. Laughing at his own misfortune he smiled at you once again before starting on the walk back home to clean up.

Jisung was an idiot. A clumsy, tall, childish idiot. But at the end of the day that is what made him, him. Jisung was more than a beautiful idol, he had his silly moments and there were plenty of times where you had to help him deal with it. Those moments, those pieces of him are what make him so unique, they’re why you fell in love with him.

Your boyfriend is many things but the most important thing is that he is the love of your life and you wouldn't want him any other way.

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