Under The Sun [preview]

under the sun [preview]

pairing: n/a [will be non-idol!svt x gn!reader]

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 1.7k~

warnings: amnesiac seungcheol wakes up. set two years and four months before the events of the fic.

daisy’s notes: here’s a little preview of what’s to come eventually. no promises on a start date.

The day Seungcheol woke up, he was alone.

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i dont have the energy to write an actual fic rn but

cheol would gently tell u to lay ur head in his lap so he can rub your scalp for u whenever u have headaches bad enough. he just asks in a soft voice if you’ve taken medicine yet, if you’ve been drinking water, if you ate something earlier, and sighs when the answer to all three is yes just because he doesn’t like to see you in pain. usually the next question is whether you’ve been sleeping well

just. idk caring, soft cheol, thank u

congratulations on 1k! taking this opportunity to request (beg) you for any jeonghan comfort fluff - literally anything you write, i will gobble it up. i love your writing, as i'm sure you know.

- livvie (who is having quite a week and could really use a jeonghan bf to hold her)

aaa i hope this meets ur expectations livvie!!

massage

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: stressed reader. jeonghan gives reader a massage n then its cuddle time. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: admittedly. i need a massage myself rn.

sometimes it seemed like jeonghan had a sixth sense for when you were feeling off.

maybe it was something in the way you texted him that you were leaving work. you’d only given him a short “leaving now” and nothing more--no questions of whether he needed anything or talk of dinner plans like the two of you usually would do. or maybe jeonghan was magic and just seemed to understand how stress would hit you sometimes, watching as it piled higher and higher on your shoulders until finally spilling late into the week. he always would complain that you should tell him sooner so that he can help you relieve stress, either by being there to listen or by distracting you however you needed, but that’d come after caring for you. you had said nothing to him when you came home past a general “i’m home” before you went straight to bed, changing out of your work clothes before practically collapsing onto the mattress just for a moment.

just to catch your breath.

and yet jeonghan maybe a minute later, lying down next to you. “do you want to talk about it?”

you opted to just groan in frustration instead. it was one of those days.

“ah. let me order dinner and then i’ll massage your shoulders. okay?”

you mumbled something about him ordering whatever he felt like, still muffled into the blankets.

“i already know your order,” he said, pulling up a food delivery app. “just give me a moment.” he looked up. “take off the sweatshirt so i can massage your back, too.”

despite not moving for another few moments, you propped yourself up enough to pull it over your head and set it onto the bed next to you. jeonghan dropped his phone onto the bed after a moment, saying he’d placed the order.

“hold on,” he said, moving to where he had better leverage over you. he hovered over you, knees on either side of your hips, as he gently pat your shoulders. “is this good? or do i need to move?”

“‘t’s fine,” you mumbled, angling your face so he could finally hear you properly. “you don’t have to do this, babe.”

“i want to. we can cuddle afterward, okay?” he started to knead at the tension in your shoulders, and you could practically feel how much he grimaced at that. “ah--see? you always get so tense.” he sighed, a little playful and over-exaggerated just to try and earn a smile from you. “you should be thankful to have such a sweet and handsome boyfriend...”

he hit a particularly sore spot, earning a groan of pain from you.

“oh, love...” his voice was softer then. “it’ll hurt a little, okay? let me know if it’s too much.”

he pressed his fingers into the knot he’d found, rubbing small circles slowly into your skin. he softly cooed at your whimper of pain, promising that he was only doing what he had to do in order to help you relax a little more.

“it wouldn’t get this bad if you came to me more,” he said, more serious than you expected him to be. normally, he’d be teasing you over the sounds you were making. instead, he just continued to massage out every knot and tense spot he found. “you take care of me when i need it. it’s okay to let me take care of you.”

“i know,” you sighed. “i just feel bad. you already deal with enough--”

“and you’re my partner and i love you and i want to be here for you, too,” jeonghan said, cutting you off. he climbed off of you, pulling your sweatshirt into his arms for a moment. “did that help? or do you need more?”

admittedly, jeonghan massaging your shoulders did make you feel a lot better. you hadn’t realized how tense you were. you ignored your sweatshirt as you crawled toward him, all but collapsing onto him. you shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you let out a heavy sigh.

“you don’t want it back?” he asked, acting as though he wasn’t about to pull it on himself. he liked stealing your bigger sweatshirts to look cozy in. it was always obvious when he did, in his friends’ opinions, because he always looked extra smug in being able to say that he was wearing his partner’s clothes.

(later that night, he would come back to the bedroom wearing your sweatshirt, takeout in hand and smiling with pride at successfully showing off that he was yours.)

“honey,” he said, reaching up to trace shapes onto your back, “don’t get too comfortable yet. i still need to get dinner.”

“mmhm,” you shut your eyes, relaxing against him.

“you look like you’re going to fall asleep.”

“and if i do?”

“you should eat first,” he hummed, drawing hearts now without much thought. “and then we can go to sleep.”

and yet he still let you cuddle in close, an arm draped around you that made you feel safe, a kiss pressed onto your temple.

I had wayyy too much fun changing my blog appearance

Can u pleasee make a fic of seungkwan being clingy drunk😭😭 the vlive today shows how clingy he is...(calling friends just to say he loves them, TRYING TO KISS DK?? clinging onto jeonghan) seriously begging for one cause he's honestly so cute wahhh

me regretting not watching that vlive </3

love sick

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan x gn!reader

word count: 1.3k~

warnings: drunk seungkwan. help him. also reader teases him a little and he almost cries bc he’s drunk lmao.

daisy’s notes: woo baby im love sick girl... the day i stop naming fics after shinee songs is the day shinee stops slapping (so.. literally never)

Despite the initial embarrassment of answering Seungkwan’s call with a “hi, baby!” only to immediately be met with Jeonghan’s voice (he laughed it off while you were busy being mortified, making some comment about how he didn’t know you liked him like that), you were glad to make your way over to his apartment. Seungkwan had gone over to have dinner and drink with him and a few friends, and you, being the loving partner that you were, told him to just let you know whenever he needed to be picked up and to take care of himself. He left you with a peck on the lips and a promise to call you as soon as he’s done being social for the night, and that had been that. But you could hear his drunk blubbering in the background of Jeonghan calling you from his phone (apparently he’d been trying to stop Seungkwan from calling another one of his friends to tell them he loved them) about how much he loved his friends to Seokmin, who’d just been kind of laughing along with patient “I know”s bubbling up every so often.

And he was still doing it when you showed up to gather your drunken boyfriend before he could say anything incriminating. God knows some of his friends wouldn’t hesitate to use it to tease him later on. You laughed when he tried to plant (another, apparently) a kiss on Seokmin’s cheek, saying something about how much he appreciated and loved him as one of his best friends before gasping the moment he saw you. He had wrapped his arms around you tight, slightly wobbly like a newborn deer since he stumbled on his way over to you, and you could feel him press a tiny kiss against your neck.

“Let’s go home,” you gently pushed him back to look at how flushed his face was.

He turned back to his friends, waving, “I love you guys! I’ll see you tomorrow--”

If he’s not hungover as hell, you thought to yourself as you gently nudged him to get his shoes while you went to hug Jeonghan.

“Thank you for calling me,” you said. “How much did he drink?”

Jeonghan stole one glance to where Seungkwan had sat down on the floor to carefully put his shoes back on. “Plenty.”

“I’ll let you know when we get home,” you told him, already making your way over to give Seokmin a quick hug considering he’d been giving you puppy dog eyes the moment you let go of Jeonghan. “Drink some water,” you told both of them, “and get some sleep, okay?”

You were met with a “thanks, mom,” in response, but the thought was still appreciated. Maybe you could bring Seungkwan back over with breakfast tomorrow, if everyone wasn’t feeling like shit.

The moment you and Seungkwan leave their apartment, he wrapped his arm around yours to link the two of you together. “Thank youuu for coming to take care of me,” he hummed. “You’re always so nice to me.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that: of course you were nice to him, he was your boyfriend. “Watch your step,” you said to him as the two of you started down the stairs, while you mentally cursed the fact the elevator was out. “We gotta hurry before I get in trouble for parking where I did.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “Did you park somewhere illegal?”

Technically, you weren’t blocking anything, but you’d dealt with plenty of assholes before who’d complain about you staying stopped for a second too long. “Let’s just get to the car.”

Thankfully, getting Seungkwan to your car was easy enough. You ended up cracking his window down as soon as you were back in the drivers‘s seat, and made a comment that he should tell you whenever he started to feel sick because you knew he’d feel bad if he threw up in your car... again. The last time was met with a thousand apologies and a promise to clean things up as if you didn’t do it already (the things you do for loved ones...), followed by a promise to make it up to you however you wanted him to.

He’d started messing with his phone again anyway, finding someone’s contact and dialing it. No hesitation, he put it on speaker.

“Seungkwan?” You could hear Vernon’s voice over the speaker. “Hey?”

Seungkwan mumbled out his other best friend’s name--he always swore that you were his number one now--before going quiet. He babbled immediately about how much he loved him and how much he appreciated having him as a friend.

“Love you, too, but--Didn’t Jeonghan call your ride? Where are you?”

“I’ve got him,” you called out. “Sorry, Vernon.”

“See! They’ve got me!” Seungkwan said. “They came to pick me up because they’re my best friend. They’re always so nice to me...”

“Get home safe,” Vernon said. “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

Soon enough, the car had quieted. Seungkwan had rolled down his window, eyes shut as he felt the wind against his face. He looked up after a few minutes, staring at you for a little too long that you could feel it.

“This is a bad time, but... Are you single?” He asked you quietly. He could see where there was a darker patch of skin underneath your collar, barely hidden by it. 

You thought he was joking. You laughed a little, keeping your eyes on the road. “No, Seungkwan, I have a boyfriend. He’s really cute.”

“Oh...” He trailed off. You spared him a glance and he looked like he would have started sobbing at any moment. “I hope you’re happy with him...”

“Seungkwan, why do you look like you’re going to cry?”

“I just--” He started, wiping at his eyes. “I always really liked you a lot, and I was really scared I’d ruin our friendship if I told you. You’re always so nice to me and you listen and you take care of me and--and you’re so nice! Is it Mingyu? Are you dating Mingyu?” He frowned. “I get it... Mingyu’s hot and tall and he can cook and--”

You needed to keep an eye on how much he drank from now on. Just to be sure he’ll be fine. “Kwannie... We’re dating. I was just teasing you.”

He stopped his blubbering immediately, staring at you. “We are?” He cracked a smile after wiping at his eyes. “Good.”

“Okay, we’re gonna get you some water when we get home and you’re gonna lie down, okay?”

He reached out, taking your hand in his and bringing it up so he could press kisses onto the back of it. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled. “You’re so nice...”

Bringing Seungkwan back up to your apartment was easy enough. All you had to do was promise to hold his hand the entire way and he was more than happy to stick close to you. You immediately got him water while trying to figure out if he ate while he was with Jeonghan and Seokmin, because you might need to get some actual food in him if he didn’t. Drinking on an empty stomach was always a bad idea, but it happened. You get him fed and plenty of water into his system before helping him get dressed for bed. You still had a few things you needed to do before you crashed for the night, but your boyfriend was cozy enough.

“Wait, wait,” he reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist. “You forgot something.”

You turned back, and he smiled at you before tapping at his own lips. Dork. But he was your dork. You planted a quick peck against his lips, and he stopped you before you could pull away. Just to plant one of his own against yours.

“I’m glad I’m in love with you,” he mumbled.

You were glad, too.

general taglist: @wonuziex @twancingyunhao

Would prompt 30 (why do you smell like me?) & svt's jun be possible, pretty please? 🥺

gladly <3

body wash

pairing: non-idol!jun x gn!reader

word count: 0.4k~

warnings: n/a just fluff <3

daisy’s notes: i think all of these are gonna be on the shorter side btw!! if any of them go over 1k ur allowed to beat me up.

even though jun didn’t live with you, sometimes he really made it feel like he did. he had plenty of clothes in your apartment, some draped over furniture but mostly in your closet alongside your own thing. he had a bottle of his cologne, a spare toothbrush in your bathroom, and some of his favorite snacks kept in your shelves (which you always liked to make sure were replenished when you could, especially after you stole some). jun’s presence was everywhere around you, down to his toiletries being saved for him.

he knew the code to your apartment, too. he’d usually send you a quick text when he was heading over, and let himself in. he came in while you were cooking dinner one night, calling out that he was going to take a quick shower since he was sweaty and gross from work.

that was what lead you to realize something afterward when jun collapsed onto the couch next to you, arms already wrapping around you. his hair was still wet and you could see where the water droplets were still clinging to his skin.

“you seem tired,” you said, letting jun settle into your arms. dinner could wait a few minutes--it’d been sitting on the dinner table, covered and waiting. you always preferred to eat with jun.

“today was long,” he told you, face buried in your neck.

then you caught a whiff of your body wash. “jun... why do you smell like me?”

he let out a soft hum, looking up. “what?”

“you smell like my body wash.” you drew back from him a little more, just enough that you could see his face. “are you out? i thought i bought a new bottle last time i went out.”

he shook his head, already cuddling back into your arms. “i like yours more,” he said. “it smells like you,” you could feel him smiling against your neck. “do you want me to stop?”

he liked smelling like you...? “it’s fine,” you hummed in response. “it’s cute. you’re cute.”

he giggled, planting a small kiss against where your neck met your shoulder. “you’re cuter.”

“are you gonna get up anytime soon?” you felt jun snuggle in more, happy to be in your arms after a long day. you ran your fingers through his damp hair. “okay,” you said, “five minutes and then dinner, alright? we can cuddle afterward.”

“mm,” he hummed, arms wrapping a little tighter around you. “that sounds nice. i love you.”

“love you, too, jun.”