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☆ ͡ ݂ taehyun x m!reader for the world: with kang taehyun (강태현)

834 words | 001: taehyun had been your best friend for years, he never once left your side or left you alone in a time of need, but one day; he started acting strangely. he wouldn't answer calls or texts, you were basically certain he'd fallen off the face of the universe, so you go to confront him. horribly written confessions follow. | 002: sorry i was going to write this earlier but i had a seizure and couldn't write :sob: an argument is mentioned, a bit of self depreciation on taehyuns part, also taehyun might be a bit ooc! reader uses he him pronouns as usual, also, my writing requests are open, so feel free to send in an ask if you have anything you want (: as always, apologies for any grammar or writing mistakes! i hope you like this story <3

it started with little things, like taehyun mysteriously wandering past a book store, which also conveniently had a book y/n had mentioned he wanted but couldn't afford; and then said book ending up in y/ns hands the next day. "oh, i just saw it as i was walking past, i had some extra money." taehyun had lied. writing little notes for y/n, so that he'd remember important things. if y/n asked taehyun about it, he'd say that someone else must've written them. taehyun always made sure to say good morning to y/n, every single day, using the excuse of wanting to make sure y/n woke up at a normal and healthy time each day. it meant a lot more to taehyun, than just that.

so when taehyun's good morning messages and the notes stopped, it didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong. y/n stood on the wooden planks of taehyun's front porch, hand pressed into a gentle fist just an inch away from the pine-wood door. he sucked in a deep breath before his skin met the door, knocking 4 times before dropping his arm down to his sides. a faint rustling could be heard inside, y/n knew taehyun was home, but nobody came to answer the door. clearing his throat, y/n decided to knock again, more firmly this time. he wasn't going to leave until he saw the face of the man he called his best friend. "kang taehyun!" y/n called out as he knocked, before the sound of footsteps hitting the floor on the other side of the door followed. his eyes followed the noise as taehyun unlocked the door and it opened. "taehyun, why have you—" "i'm sorry." taehyun's voice came out in a whisper, eyes directed at the ground, towards y/ns shoes rather than his eyes. his arms sat limp against his sides while y/ns went up and crossed against his chest. a look of anger and frustration mixed with hurt and concern laced y/ns features as he looked into taehyun's eyes the best he could with the other man actively avoiding his gaze.

it was odd. seeing taehyun like this, usually he was strong and brave, now he was afraid and you could basically see the fear dripping from his skin. anxiety kissed up the back of his neck like an abusive lover, as the air surrounding them turned uncomfortable and filled with disquietude. now the pair sat across the couch from each other, after a few minutes of stubborn arguing, y/n had made taehyun let him inside to talk.

"what happened, taehyun?" his voice quivered, shaking as he finally met the gaze of the black-haired man who sat beside him. "i don't get it, did i annoy you? you can't just randomly start ignoring me." y/ns hand went up to wipe away the slither of a tear that had accidentally seeped through his angry demeanour. "i just don't get it, no calls, no texts, no nothing." taehyun's mouth opened to speak, and a nervous breath followed. "i don't know." he whispered, looking down at his hands. "i couldn't deal with it anymore." "what?" y/n responded. "what are you talking about?" "i really, really, like you." he breathed out, voice shaky. "i do, but i don't want you to like me back." y/ns brows furrowed as he listened to taehyun's words. "you should have someone better." y/n stared at taehyun with a confused expression, the air surrounding them grew quiet, as they both processed what was going on. y/n didn’t understand, taehyun stopped talking to him because he liked him? “i think you should leave, y/n. i’m sorry.” their gaze met once more. “no, taehyun. i’m not going anywhere.” y/n exclaimed, voice gentle yet loud as he tried to make the other understand. “i like you too, taehyun.” those 4 words made taehyuns eyes widen, he had to fight back the urge to smile at the boy, he’d been wanting to hear those words for so long. “but-”

“no, taehyun. no ‘but’s, i like you too. i really do, you shouldn’t have shut me out. you should’ve spoken to me about this.” y/n spoke firmly. “really?” taehyun whispered, his voice were quiet, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear, as if he couldn’t believe it. “really.” a deep breath could be heard echoing throughout the small space between them, before y/n nervously leaned in and pressed a kiss to taehyun's soft, yet firm, lips. it was quick, and messy; neither of them were by any means a good or experienced kisser, yet taehyun's heart fluttered in his chest as his mouth lay slightly agape. taehyun leant in once more, pressing another, more stable kiss to the other's lips this time. as the pair pulled away from one another, they couldn't help the smiles that erupted on their features. it was hard to believe they were arguing just moments before, but it was as if everything had been forgiven.

"will you be my boyfriend, kang taehyun?"

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☆ ͡ ݂ yeonjun x m!reader overworked: with choi yeonjun (최연준)

907 words | 001: your boyfriend, yeonjun, has been overworking himself lately. you catch him one night on a particularly bad day, comfort ensues. | 002: my first post! hurt/comfort, written in third person perspective. reader uses he/him pronouns, yeonjun is referred to as older and taller then the reader and i'm sorry if this isn't the best, i haven't written in a while! likes + reblogs appreciated <3

a sigh left y/n's lips as he walked into his apartment, placing his groceries on the counter as he began to relax. his head shot up in confusion and alert at the sound of running water in the hallway bathroom, y/n's lips pressing into a thin line as he didn't bother putting away any of the shopping and instead decided to investigate the noise. as he walked closer to the doorframe and gently pushed the door open slightly, where he was met with a familiar set of orange hair, his boyfriend, yeonjun. a quiet sigh of relief left his throat at that, relieved it was just yeonjun instead of an intruder or someone else. y/n had given his boyfriend a key one night a couple months ago when he'd had to go out of city for a work trip, and he wanted yeonjun to take care of his pets for him. "yeonjun, baby? what are you doing here?" y/n's gentle voice echoed in the bathroom, a hand reached out to touch yeonjun's shoulder and he jumped slightly, rubbing his eyes with wet hands to try and wake himself up from his exhaustion.

despite yeonjun's reluctance to look at y/n, in the mirror, y/n could still see the bags underneath his boyfriends eyes and the tear tracks that broke through his now ruined makeup. worry seeped into y/n's thoughts at the state of the boy in his apartment, he gently took yeonjun's hand into his own. "hey, what's wrong? did something happen at work, baby?" y/n softly whispered, taking a slow step closer towards the other as to not make him uncomfortable. "you can tell me, jjunie." he reassured, eyes finally meeting his boyfriends for the first time, gentle brown eyes filled with shame and hurt stared back at y/n's own. "i just.. i don't know." yeonjun finally stuttered back, voice dispirited and unfamiliar to y/n, his voice usually bright and sweet. "it's so hard, y/n." his tone quavering as he tried to hold back stutters, trying to make himself seem more stable then he actually was. "no matter how hard i work, n-no matter how much i try, it never- it never works." a few stutters managed to slip through, he broke y/n's gaze, looking down at the tiled floors of the apartment the pair stood in. "i just don't understand, all of my members have gotten the choreography perfect by now, why am i so awful? i've been working so hard." the sentence trailed off with a whine, a few stray tears beginning to fall down his soft cheeks, ruining whatever was left of the makeup from his schedules today.

y/n's brows furrowed, a frown gracing his lips as he gently pulled his boyfriend close. "baby, listen to me." he started, arms wrapping delicately around yeonjun's waist in an attempt to comfort him. "you're an amazing dancer, yeonjun. i'm sure your attempt at the choreography is just as amazing as the rest of your members', and i'm sure your members think the same thing." cautiously, a hand reached up and brushed a strand of red hair behind yeonjun's ear, a gentle and loving kiss pressed to his left cheek as tears continued to fall down them. "you work really hard, yeonjun. you deserve a break just as much as everyone else does, give yourself a rest, baby." whispered y/n, the red haired boy before him just continued to cry, no response could be heard to the others words as yeonjun buried his face into the crook of y/n's neck. long arms wrapped around y/n's upper torso, the bathroom fell momentarily silent as the pair just stood there relishing in the moment. hushed shhh's and quiet sobs were all that could be heard, yeonjun trembled and shook in y/n's hold, but y/n continued to hold him close.

"it's gonna be okay, my love.." y/n pressed a gentle kiss to yeonjuns forehead as the older pulled away from the embrace, tears beginning to clear up. "are you feeling better?" hesitating slightly, yeonjun nodded at his question, arms still wrapped around each other lovingly. "y-yes, thank you, y/n." he smiled through dried tears, eyes half lidded in exhaustion, halfway from crying and half from overworking himself. y/n chuckled affectionately at his boyfriend's tired expression. "i'll try to stop overworking myself." yeonjun spoke, his tone certain, as if he was certain he was going to stop this bad habit. y/n nodded at his words, letting out a quiet: "mhm." so that yeonjun knew he was listening, y/n's hand went up to gently caress yeonjun's cheek. "why didn't you just text me? was breaking into my apartment necessary?" his tone playful, not wanting yeonjun to think he was actually upset with him. the taller's gaze drifted towards the kitchen, before meeting back with y/n's eyes. "w-well, i planned to surprise you with dinner tonight." he stammered, embarrassed. "but then i.. i'm just so tired." yeonjun breathed, pressing his forehead against y/n's. "let's go have a rest, baby. you deserve one right now." y/n insisted, looking up at yeonjun. it didn't look like y/n was going to take no for an answer, yeonjun just nodded silently, too tired to argue. "maybe i can cook you dinner instead, after we have our rest."

y/n gently took yeonjuns hand, they cuddled up together on the couch with a movie that got forgotten mere moments after as yeonjun hastily fell asleep leaning on y/n's shoulder.

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