Hiii, Really Like Your Writing, It Feels So Comfy, I Would Like To Ask Minghao + Will You Please Just

Hiii, really like your writing, it feels so comfy, I would like to ask Minghao + “will you please just come back to bed?”, I just imagine this after a fight, like he just giving up aferre a few days and asks you to go back to normal

( is okey if you don’t like it or do feel inspired by it, also thanks for this dinamic)

that's such a nice compliment, thank you so much. ❤️ thank you for requesting!

there's only so much silence minghao can take. he's never been a fan of the silent treatment and prefers to talk things out and get things resolved as quickly as he can. you're very aware of that but you refuse to make the first move and he's made it clear that he isn't backing down either. the both of you were stubborn like that.

this is the biggest fight you've ever had with him. you'd gotten into little bickers here and there before but those would be fixed right away and you'll usually work out the more serious arguments within 3 days but it's been a week now and you've also been choosing to sleep on the couch instead of on the bed with him.

minghao lets out a huff when you move past him to make your way to the couch, ready to go to sleep. he abandons the thought of resting to follow behind you, mind set on reconciling tonight no matter what.

"this is ridiculous," he tells you as you pull the blanket up to cover yourself. "will you please just come back to bed?"

"no," you turn your back to him.

"you're going to get backaches if you keep sleeping here," he takes your blanket away.

"good, maybe that will distract me from the heartache you caused."

he sits on the edge of the arm rest you were using as a pillow. "then let me sleep on the couch as a punishment for the pain i caused you and you can sleep on the bed."

"no," you refuse willfully.

you feel the blanket over your body again before the heat of minghao's body as he presses his chest flush against your back and drapes an arm over your waist. it feels comforting and you have to force yourself not to snuggle up against him.

"move in a little more, i'm about to fall off." his warmth breath tickles the back of your neck.

"go back to bed, it's too cramped here." you grumble with a feeble attempt to shrug him off you.

"the bed feels too cold and empty. if you're going to keep sleeping here then so am i." he pulls you closer to him.

you won't lie, his actions and the sound of his raspy voice is crumbling your resolve bit by bit.

"i'm sorry for what i said and i'm sorry for hurting you," he continues.

you let out a hum in response.

"i promise i'll be more careful and considerate of your feelings from now on," he nuzzles your hair and you cave completely.

you flip around to face him and realises just how much you actually missed him once your eyes meet his warm, sparkly ones.

"am i forgiven yet?" he asks softly as he reaches a finger out to tuck away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face.

"yeah, you are." you lean forward until your lips touch his briefly and he chases them when you pull away.

"let's make a promise to never let a fight get this bad again," he runs a hand up and down your arm.

"yeah, the couch is super uncomfortable to sleep on."

minghao smacks your arm lightly with a chuckle before getting up. "come on, let's go back to bed."

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13:47 — c.sc

"not again." you groan, turning around to face yourself with yet another problem: your boyfriend is missing.

if you had a dime for every time you lost seungcheol in your 3 years of dating, you would be filthy rich. how a person could be so bad at directions is beyond you, but nevertheless, you still love him all the same.

you attempt to jump a little, trying to see if you can at least spot his bright red hair he sported recently (you urged him to dye it under the guise of saying you missed his cherry hair, but in reality, it was just to help you find him in large crowds), but to no avail, you could only see heads of brown and black hair, with a couple of hats here and there.

"OH MY-"

you jolt as you felt someone poke your waist, whipping your head around to face the culprit, and you're met with seungcheol's face, adorning a cheeky smirk as his flaming red hair softly falls over his forehead.

"i thought i lost you, princess." he pouts, pulling out something from behind him. you scowl at him, your eyes catching a glimpse of what looked like a keychain, and any thoughts of scolding him immediately wash away as you realize what he was holding.

your eyes widen as seungcheol dangles the little pochacco keychain in front of you, the character looking like it was jumping in the air, with a green wristband saying 'pochacco' on it. he hands it to you, kissing your temple as he guides you to walk forward, his arm coming down to rest on your side.

"i saw you admiring it, but you didn't say anything to me. so i just decided to buy it last minute." seungcheol smiles down at you, feigning hurt at the fact that you didn't take advantage of how much money he's willing to spend on you (aka the love of his life).

you immediately intertwine your fingers with his, bringing his hand up to peck it softly as a silent 'thank you', and seungcheol hums, softly squeezing your hand in response.

oh, how you love this man.

wc. 361

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To all the love letters I wrote but never sent | Xu Minghao

Synopsis: what happens when your best friend, minghao, finds the secret stash of love letters you’ve been writing to him over the past few years?  Minghao x gn! reader | fluff, best friends to lovers | w.c | warnings: mention of a drug (minghao is said drug) | not proof read A/n: happy birthday @haecien! Idk, when i think of you i think of letters… can you tell?

For years, you’ve been utterly and hopelessly in love with your best friend, Minghao. 

At first, you thought it was just a passing phase of infatuation. You know the one which happens when you begin to get a little too close to your best friend? It’s the time when you begin to sit a little closer to them, you begin to lean into them, share secrets with them, stare into their eyes as they talk and then watch as their eyes stare back intensely at you. Your mind starts to make weird connections that maybe these actions aren’t so platonic anymore? Maybe, just maybe there’s a spark between the two of you? 

You didn’t really bother to think too much about it, thinking that the phase would eventually run its course, that it would eventually pass. He’s your best friend after all. There’s going to be some level of connection or intense emotions shared between the two of you. It will pass, and then everything will go back to normal.

Oh you were so wrong. What you thought would be a simple passing phase of infatuation turned into a full blown crush, one which you could not control. Everything about Minghao was so infuriatingly intoxicating. You hated how attentive he was, you hated how pretty his eyes were, you hated the way he had with words, you hated all the details you noticed about Minghao because they only made you fall in love with him more. The more details you noticed about Minghao, the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted him, and the more you needed him. He was like a drug, one that you couldn’t get enough of. You lived off the high of being near him, all while hating the fact that he was yours, but not in the way you wanted. He was your best friend. Not, your boyfriend. 

You hid your feelings of course, behind a smile and the facade of a supportive, loving best friend, out of fear your feelings would change the friendship you held so dearly to your heart. You were scared your feelings would frighten him, chase him away. Because as much as the proximity between you and Minghao pained you, it gave you the pleasurable high you never ever wanted to come down from. 

But the pain of being near someone who you believed would not, and could not love you back was overwhelming. It began to consume you. You needed an outlet. You needed a way to write down all the feelings you had for Minghao, just in a way he would never find out. 

So, you settled on pouring your feelings out through letters. You guided your pen across the paper, letting the ink act as your messenger for the heartfelt words you longed to tell him. Whenever you felt like your feelings for Minghao were too much, you would write. You chuckled at how silly it was, writing letters to someone who was never supposed to receive them. Still, it must have worked because writing everything down helped to soothe the pain in your heart until it was only a dull ache. 

Months and years passed. Your stash of secret love letters seemed to only grow thicker with each passing day. And you swore to yourself that Minghao would never find out about the letters. 

Or, at least that was what you thought. Life always seemed to throw you unexpected curveballs, though, not all of them were bad. 

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃 

“Y/n! Do you have my charger? I think I left it in your room the last time I was over!”

“You… Hao! You’re always leaving things over, maybe you should just move in! It should be in one of the drawers at my desk. Try the one on the bottom left!”

Snickering at your frustrated tone, Minghao walked over to your desk. His eyes scanned the books and sticky notes scattered across your desk. You would never change would you? You were always going to be that messy person he met on the first day of grade six in school. Well, that was just one of the many, many things he adored about you. 

Flushing at the thought, Minghao shook his head. He needed to find his charger to charge his dying phone, not charge the (definitely not platonic) feelings he had towards you that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Crouching over your desk, he pulled the bottom left drawer open. He clicked his tongue once again when he saw his charger lying within a mess of twisted cords and wires. He picked it up, and shut the drawer. He was going to have to teach you the art of tying your wires together neatly, again. 

As Minghao was about to get up, a shiny box tucked beside your desk caught his eye. Pulling the box up with him, he lightly swept his hand across the top to remove the dust that had piled on there. He shook the box gently. What was in it? Since when did you have this box? Raising it to his eye level, he inspected the box closely. Noticing some writing at the bottom, he squinted. 

“To all the love letters I wrote but never sent”

Love letters? Slightly taken aback, Minghao almost dropped the box. He knew you were hopelessly pining after some guy for years. You had told him that. It pained him to know your heart belonged to someone else, but he always told you to go for it. You never know, maybe the guy you like liked you back. Somehow, you never did. Wanting to respect your boundaries, he never pushed you further than that. 

Minghao sighed. He should really put this back. This was obviously your private stash of love letters to the guy you were pining after. He gripped the box tightly at the thought of you hunched over, pouring your heart out on paper to someone that wasn’t him. His heart clenched. You’ve loved this guy for years, and he did want to know who this idiot was. Which idiot were you so afraid to confess to? Maybe it was Junhui, one of your other best friends. You two were close, and he knew Junhui had a small, tiny crush on you. Minghao growled a little, Junhui…. That little… The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got. 

Minghao was torn. He really wanted to know who you loved. But no, he would never invade someone’s privacy and breach their trust like that. He would never do that to anyone, especially not to you. 

“Hao?”

Your voice broke Minghao out of his intense train of thought. Alarmed, Minghao peered up at you, “I’m sorry! I saw this shiny box! I didn’t open it though!”

You stared at the box in Minghao’s hands, wide eyed. He found it? Fidgeting on the spot, you bit your lip, trying to calm the hot flush that was rising quickly up your face. You knew Minghao was telling the truth, he wouldn’t open the box. It’s just the thought of him finding that box out of all the things you had littered around your room. It was embarrassing and horridly nerve wrecking.

Noticing your discomfort, Minghao spoke gently, “Y/n, I’m really sorry. I’ll put it back.”

Impulsively, you shook your head. Your brain was fried, your emotions were going into overdrive, but something inside told you that it was okay to let Minghao know. It was finally time for you to tell him. You loved him. 

You took a deep breath, “You can open it.”

“Y/n, you don’t have to… this is your personal box…”

“Hao. It’s okay. I want you to.”

Staring into your eyes intently to make sure it was really okay, you affirmed his wordless question with a slight nod. 

Minghao set the box on your desk, and gingerly opened the lid. Picking up the stack of letters gently, Minghao shuffled through them quickly, noticing how the date of each one went back further and further. He inhaled sharply. You must really love this guy… Setting his sights on one where the title was bolded and written larger than the rest, he pulled it out of its place between the rest of the pieces of paper.

He let his eyes run across the title.

I think I love him. 

He unfolded the letter, scanning through it quickly. 

I think I love him.  The way he laughs, it’s so melodious.  Like a harmony sung by the most prestigious choirs. 

I think I love him.  His eyes, the way he looks at me.  It brings out my inner most desires.

I think I love him.  It’s the little things he does like carry my bag, buy me a drink. Even the way he helps me tie my wires.

I think I love him.  Minghao, that’s his name.  I want him so badly but alas, what I want will never transpire. 

Minghao? That’s his name… He rereads the letter again, staring intensely at the line that his name is written. Him? The idiot he was talking about earlier… It was him? 

Minghao’s eyes widened in shock. You loved him.

As the realisation kicked in, a tiny glint in his eye appeared. You loved him. 

Letting a toothy grin spread across his face, he looked at you excitedly. 

You reeled back, slightly unsure as to why Minghao was acting in such an unMinghao-like manner. Why was he smiling? He literally just found out that the person you’ve been pining after for years was him. Shouldn’t he be creeped out? Yell at you? You’ve been writing about him for years…

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” Minghao exclaimed.

You stilled. What? Did you hear him wrongly… 

You chuckled nervously, “Hao? Say that again?”

Shaking his head, Minghao walked over to you in a few big strides. Shoving the letter right in your face, Minghao repeated himself, “I SAID, I LOVE YOU TOO!”

Watching Minghao’s bright eyes, his words finally began to sink in. You yelled, “WHAT? YOU’RE TELLING ME, WE COULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN DATING BY NOW?”

Minghao nodded, laughing at your reaction. That was what he loved so much about you. Your reactions were somehow always so perfect. 

Using his free hand to lift your hand in front of your face, Minghao intertwined your fingers. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “Yes, we could have… but it’s not too late to start? In fact, now that we both know, how about we ditch the work we were going to do and go on our very first date?”

Scrunching your nose and looking at Minghao adoringly, you replied with a kiss on his knuckles, “Of course. And you know. Just in case you didn’t already know. I love you. A lot.”

Minghao leaned towards you, “No, no, I know. But I think you’re going to need to rewrite the description of your box.”

“And what’s that?”

Clenching your hand a little tighter, Minghao replies with a smile, “To all the love letters I wrote but never sent, don’t worry because he got them anyway.”

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natural

PAIRING: joshua hong x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 328 WARNING: reader is overthinking

Joshua knows all the way to that pretty head of yours. The way you think, the way you overthink, the way you play out every scenario. So when you fell quiet after he finished his story about his coworkers, he was already on his way to hold you.

"Do you still love me?" you muttered.

"Of course I love you" he smiled. His hands come up, sandwiching your face in between his palms. It's not the first time you've asked such a question, and he's never tired of assuring you that he loves you still. "Loving you is natural, darling," he coos.

Natural is a fitting word. Joshua breathes adoration for you, his hands are made perfectly to carry your heart and keep it from breaking, his heartbeat is your mantra to go through the day, and his smile is your safe haven from the harsh world.

Joshua presses a kiss on your lips, distracting you from all the train thoughts of the future's what-ifs.

"I love you, do you hear me?" he asks. If he could, he wants to have half of your worry, or better yet, make it disappear. Because you deserve all of the love in the world despite whatever people (or the voices in your head) say.

"I love you," he said again, brushing his nose with yours. He finds it easy to say that word out loud, it rolls out of his tongue almost instantly whenever you cross his mind. He doesn't even have to try.

"I love love love love love you," he said with such tenderness. He doesn't mind repeating that word, doesn't mind whispering it in your ear when you're half asleep in his arms, doesn't mind if he had to say only that word for the rest of his life.

And it helps you to relax that he loves you equally as much, if not more than you do him.

"I love you, Shua. I love you beyond words."

a/n. this was inspired by YoungK's song - Natural like that song is so soft and makes me feel loved:")

thinking about how mingyu would go out of his way to help you deal with a particularly intense migraine.

his main goal is to remain as quiet as he possibly can, making sure that the drawers don’t close too loud or that no sound is leaking from his headphones. he only allows himself to make a little noise to bring you a steaming cup of ginger tea, which he lovingly prepared after asking minghao what kind of herbs were best for migraines.

he reads dozens of online articles on how to relieve the pain, and you’re benefitting from everything all at once: lights off, cold compresses on your neck, temples massages… even acupressure points on your hands, which he gets very serious about, following tutorials to the letter.

you end up falling asleep after almost an hour, soothed by the calming environment he’s created for you. and although he’s kept massaging you for a few minutes, he eventually shifts his weight to the edge of the bed, ready to get up and leave you alone to rest. but he’s held back by your arm sluggishly wrapping around his waist as you pull him back to bed.

“can you stay a bit longer?” you ask, “you’re comfy”

and although you can barely make out his features in the dark, you just know that a fond smile is lighting up his face.

“of course i can” he tells you, leaving a kiss on top of your head before lying down to let you cuddle him the way that feels right for you. his hand finds its way back to your head, and you let yourself be lulled back to sleep by his fingertips tracing curvy patterns on your scalp.

Can I request this? A wonwoo oneshot where they had a fight at the company which leads to the oc to storm out and later wonwoo finds out that on the way home she got really sick but at the moment the oc is in the library. So wonwoo mission is to get the oc out of there but she’s giving him the silent treatment somehow😁

content: established relationship, idol!wonwoo, afab reader, public argument, angst, fluff, etc.

wc: 987

a/n: i did my best to include all the main details of the prompt into a short drabble i hope u enjoy<3

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you knew you were being quite immature.

yeah, it was just a small altercation with wonwoo over some small thing, but that had just been what it snowballed into.

it had only been a few days since wonwoo got back from tour, having been gone for a few weeks with limited contact with you due to timezones and his packed schedule. you understood. you were no newbie at this. by now it had been a while since you had began dating wonwoo, so you were already an expert on the ins and outs of dating an idol. however, you still demanded some type of attention.

when wonwoo finally arrived, you had expected that maybe he'd try a little harder to spend time with you. while you understood that he was likely very tired from touring, seeing the way in which he isolated himself rather than dedicate at least a bit of his free time to you did hurt your feelings.

had he not missed you as much as you did him?

this led to a one-sided silent treatment. he, of course, didn't really notice as the two of you weren't spending much time together anyways. though you were still on speaking terms with him, you were very curt and short in your interactions. something which he, yet again, had no reaction to.

which is what led to an embarrassing argument just a few hours ago. at the company. in front of his members.

it wasn't anything too big. it was mostly complaints about his terrible time management when it cane to sustaining your relationship. already hurt and having made the mistake of not communicating your issues to your boyfriend, you snapped when you stopped by the company to get lunch with him, only to be told he already had plans with his members.

after an embarrassing rant in front of half of seventeen, you stormed out, leaving a very confused wonwoo behind and finally allowing him to realize that he had unknowingly iced you out.

it felt like shit, to be quite honest. you felt invisible to him. was picking a fight the only way to get him to react?

things weren't always like this. wonwoo had always been the most comforting person you'd known. maybe he was a little reserved and shy at times, but he was always showing you his unconditional love. whether it was through his words or through silent acts of affection, he had never made you feel unwanted or ignored.

even when he'd return from a tiring tour, he'd isolate himself with you. you'd lock yourselves away from the world and simply exist with one another, encompassing each other in the love you shared. this time around, wonwoo had somehow forgotten about you, simply sharing a living space with you rather than being your home.

the worst thing was that he was entirely unaware. the moment you confronted him, you could see the shock in his eyes. wonwoo hadn't even realized he had been withholding himself from you emotionally. the more frustrated your voice grew as you ranted, the more his confusion transformed into hurt. he was hurt at the realization that you'd been hurting because of him – all while he thought everything was fine.

this made you feel miserable as soon as you made your way out of the company. fully aware that you should've communicated your distress to him earlier, you still left, embarrassed at the scene you caused and hurt that he hadn't considered your feelings until you shoved them in his face.

was it so wrong of you to have wanted him to realize on his own? you thought he knew you better than anyone, so it shouldn't have been too difficult a task to realize. right?

and now you were alone.

upon leaving the scene, teary eyed and embarrassed that you had shown such a vulnerable part of yourself in such a public setting, – in front of some of his friends, at that – you went to the place that brought you most comfort. you needed silence, so you went to a secluded library in town.

you and wonwoo would sometimes frequent this place. as both a bookworm and the girlfriend of a popular idol, this was one of the only places you could really go with wonwoo. it was secluded and quiet, meaning that you could simply exist around each other while not being perceived by anyone else. the memory of your times together there made you feel unable to concentrate, so you simply sat in silence for a while.

it wasn't too difficult for wonwoo to find you there. he had assumed you wouldn't just go back home, so he searched from you in places he knew you loved. this had been his second guess, right after the han river, where you would sometimes walk together at night.

sitting in your usual spot, wonwoo quietly approached you, sitting next to you. neither of you said anything. the first contact between you two came in the form of wonwoo's pinky seeking your own, twisting it with yours in a sweet manner. there was no way for you to deny him, so you humored him, eventually holding his hand as his fingers graced your own.

"im sorry," he whispered, looking down at his lap.

"yeah?", you whispered back.

"i take you for granted sometimes. you wait for me here and you put up with my hectic life and i ... i forget that i should reassure you of my love. im so sure of how i feel about you that i forget to let you know every single day. it wont happen again," he finished, eyes now boring into yours.

"can you say it?"

"i love you. you'll never have to ask me again. okay? i love you."

"i love you too."

"let me take you home?" he asked, leaning into you as you sat side by side.

"yeah."