Yeosang, Has My Heart In This, The Sweet Awkward Bean That He Is

yeosang, has my heart in this, the sweet awkward bean that he is 🥹💘

as your college neighbors — ateez hyung line

pairing : ateez hyung line x gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff, neighbor!au, college!au ➖⟢ cw : food mentions, a tiny bit of feeling insecure in yeo's part ➖⟢ wc : 0.9K

[ 🦪 ] hongjoong — oftentimes, your apartment is like a refuge to him. he gets moments of quiet, so long as the other boys haven’t crashed there for their fun times. even better, though, he gets you. even if you’re off to class three minutes after he’s arrived, the sight of you packing your backpack the same way you always do is a  comfort enough for him amongst the chaos that’s swirling around him. you smile at him before swinging open the front door, reminding him that he’s free to any of the food in your kitchen (except the last few garlic cloves that you’re saving for a recipe). you make him laugh like you always do. as if he’d find reason to help himself to your waning supply of fresh garlic. little do you know, he picked up more garlic at the grocery store yesterday because he noticed you running out of it last time he was here, and he knows how much you use it in your cooking. he’ll be gone by the time you get back, he’s got classes in the evening, but you’ll see the extra ingredients right before you start to make dinner and it’ll make you smile, maybe even kiss him on the cheek next time he comes over like you do sometimes. it makes him wonder what he is to you, but no matter what, your smile alone is everything he could ever ask for.

[ 🦪 ] seonghwa — he worries, that’s all. now your fridge is full of food and it’s all from him. it started with his leftovers, after he made too much food for him and his roommate hongjoong. he didn’t even notice that you popped into his head before any of the other boys to share with this time. surely, he still give them food, but they’re stuck with the leftovers. for the record, the leftovers are amazing, and you were more than grateful for them. but at some point, as hongjoong rests on your couch for some peace of mind, you realize the dishes in your fridge are no longer leftovers from last night. you ask hongjoong if he wants any bibimbap to munch on before remembering outloud he probably ate that for dinner last night. he denies it; he ate out last night with seonghwa, yunho, and mingi. that’s how you find out that this morning’s “leftover” delivery was made just for you and it turns out that half the dishes you get for free are too. you confront seonghwa, trying to tell him not to spend all the time and money it must take for these meals on you. he tells you it’s no big deal, but now you’re always asking hwa over just so you can make him a meal. sitting in your space, looking at you from across your small dining table, seonghwa is convinced that he’s met an angel.

[ 🦪 ] yunho — he loves it when you text him that you’re on the way over. that way he can look out his bedroom window and catch sight of you walking in through the apartment complex’s front door. what he loves even more is you seated on the edge of his bed (or even better, you all the way up on it, your back resting against his pillows). something about you in his space, all comfortable and sweet looking, has his heart doing backflips. in his mind, you belong there, with him. you fit in with his things somehow, just as if it’s the only thing that could be right. sure, he loves to visit your apartment, to see you in the place where you’re most at home. it’s just that he finds pride in the fact that you look like you’re at home in his place too. it makes him happy that his space can be somewhere that you can let out a deep sigh and feel okay grabbing a snack from the kitchen after class because you came straight here from campus. call him “delusional,” as wooyoung might, but it makes him feel like you’re kinda, just a little bit, his.

[ 🦪 ] yeosang — he only comes over when one of the other guys is too, because, to be so honest, he’s too shy to go over by himself. but he loves being your neighbor. he loves knowing you’re right down the hall, he loves when you knock on his door and he opens it to the sight of you in your pajamas and a shy smile on your face. his heart drops just a bit when you ask him if san is around because secretly, so secretly, he wishes you would knock on the door looking so pretty just for him. but he thinks it makes sense. who wouldn’t want to be around san, one of the sweetest, brightest, most affectionate people out there? yeosang’s awkward and unable to show you physically or verbaly that he kind of adores you. san has no trouble with that, and yeosang sees the way it makes you smile. he wants to make you smile like that. regardless, he tells you that san went out with seonghwa and jongho and expects to lovely smile on your face to slip just a little. instead, it grows a bit, not because san’s gone, but because all you need from him is to return the textbook you borrowed and you really came because you want spend time with yeosang. you want to know him, because his awkwardness is so incredibly endearing and you don’t hear his voice as often as you’d like since you’re never alone with him. that day he finds out he’s good at making you smile, too.

the pettiness

welcome home kiss (k.th)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1348 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ // repost ୨୧ fiancé!taehyun x fem!reader, jealousy, car sex, oral (m receiving) [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

taehyun glances back at you. you look so beautiful in your sleek black dress. but the scowl that marked your otherwise pretty face, as you sat legs crossed and arms folded while you watched him, not so much.

usually, you loved going to all his work events with him. you would stand attached to his arm as he paraded you around to his colleagues, like his trophy wife. however, today, it seemed like he was punishing you.

to him, in contrast, it seemed like you were the one punishing him. you left home earlier than usual because you just had to go to work. he woke up at his normal time to an empty bed. you didn’t even text or call him all day because you were stressing over a really big and really important project. so much so that you showed up at your shared apartment an hour later than you said you would be home. and you, again, did this without as much as a text message or a phone call. and then you committed what he would describe as the greatest crime against humanity – you didn’t give him a “i’m home” kiss. you just rushed to the bathroom to get ready.

up until now, you still hadn’t given him the kiss. so yes, maybe he was punishing you now as he left you alone at the table to say hello to someone. but that was ten minutes ago and he hadn’t returned to get you as he stood talking to one of his female colleagues, laughing at her unfunny jokes, letting her touch his arm.

you’re sitting at the round dinner table with his other colleagues, drowning out their conversations about corporate things that you couldn’t be bothered to care about. you tightly grip the stem of your champagne flute, promising yourself that the next time she even as much as twirled her hair, you would go over there.

it isn’t long before your moment comes. his co-worker throws her head back, laughing, resting her manicured hand on your fiancé’s chest. you excuse yourself from the table, almost a hundred percent sure that they didn’t even notice your exit. you move gracefully but purposefully across the banquet hall to them.

“what’s so funny?” you ask taehyun with a smile, linking your arm with his.

“nothing,” he quietly responds. his coworker’s hand immediately drops.” clearing his throat, he introduces you. “i don’t think you guys have met.”

you reach out to shake her hand, your grip strong and assertive. “hi, i’m his fiancée, y/n.” you give her your fakest smile.

“it’s really nice to meet you,” she smiles back at you. the tension lingering between the three of you is palpable as you not so subtly rest your left hand on your fiance’s chest, showing off your diamond-studded engagement ring.

she is desperate to diffuse the tension, or at least get a way out. “i just remembered i had to speak with someone.” she says, before turning to you. “it was nice to meet you, y/n. i’ll see you on monday, tae.”

and with that, she leaves, leaving the lingering tension hanging like a heavy cloud. “i’m tired, i wanna go home,” you tell taehyun before going back to the table to get your purse.

you both say your goodbyes to his colleagues. the unresolved tension between the two of you is still lingering and noticeable to his coworkers, even as you maintain your grip on his arm.

the car ride home unfolds like a slow moving storm, filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the car engine. the silence that settled between the two of you was suffocating. you just needed to break it.

you glance over at him. “are you going to tell me what that was about?”

taehyun’s eyes remain fixed on the road, the distant glow of the streetlights playing across his features. his hands tightly grip the steering wheel as he takes his time to respond to you. “you embarrassed me.” he says, curtly.

“i embarrassed you?” your voice is a mix of disbelief and simmering frustration.

“yeah, you did.” he keeps his eyes on the road, and that just makes you a little bit angrier.

“you left me at that table by myself to go flirt with your stupid coworker.”

“she’s not stupid.” the coolness of his tone boils your blood. “she’s actually really nice. she works in the marketing department.”

a chill ran down your spine, and you shift in your seat, the sleek black dress clinging to you. “i don’t care about her.”

“and i wasn’t flirting with her.”

“can you please pull over?” he complies, steering the car into an empty parking lot. 

as the car comes to a stop, you turn to face him again. “i wasn’t flirting with her,” he repeats, his eyes now finding yours.

“so if that wasn’t flirting then what was it?”

“we were having a conversation.”

“one where she just needed to have her hands all over you?”

“you didn’t kiss me.” he states matter of factly.

“what?”

“when you got home from work.”

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“you didn’t kiss me when you got home from work.” he repeats.

“oh my god,” realization dawns on you, and your lips form a pout.

“don’t do that,” he warns, rolling his eyes.

“don’t do what?” you tease, adopting a playful tone,  “my boy missed me so much. want me to make it up to you?”

he groans, resting his head against the headrest, closing his eyes. the head of his seat, closing his eyes. “if you’re going to keep teasing me, then i don’t want your kiss.”

“i don’t mean a kiss,”

his eyes shoot open, curiosity replacing the embarrassment. “what do you mean?”

“if i embarrassed you, i should make it up to you, right?” you suggest, leaning in closer, your hand resting on his slacks.

taehyun gazes at you with a wide-eyed intensity while you fiddle with the zipper of his pants. you slip your hand inside his pants and palm his clothed dick.

“i thought you said you weren’t going to tease me,” he says in between his pretty whines.

you pull out his now hard cock and wrap your hand around his warm length. he looks at you with pleading eyes. unbuckling your seat belt, you lean down to place a light kiss on his flushed tip.

you look up at him, your eyes twinkling in amusement. “i gave you your kiss now, are you happy?”

taehyun carefully cups your face, pulling you upwards to kiss your lips finally. you pull away and draw your attention back to his dick, that lays gently in your hand. still maintaining eye contact, you trace your tongue along the tip, causing him to fully throw his head backwards in pleasure. slowly you take him in your mouth, until his dick hits the back of your throat and you’re gagging around him.

taehyun’s hands aptly find the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair as you bob your head up and down, swallowing around his cock. his pretty moans and whine fill the car and you can’t help but feel amazing at how he just falls apart around you.

almost in an instant, everything feels a little too much for him — the warm, wet feeling around his length, the vibrations from your moans, the way your fingers work to softly massage his balls. his climax quickly creeps up on him and he can’t stop himself from cumming in your mouth.

“thank you,” he breathes out as you swallow his cum in desperate triumph.

he tilts your chin up, gazing into your watery eyes. “i’m sorry,” he confesses before kissing you again, tasting himself in your mouth.

“i’m sorry too.”

the two of you quickly pull yourselves together, and prepare to make your way back home. taehyun puts the car into drive but before he releases his foot from the brake, he looks at you again.

“can i have another kiss?”

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ super shy | HUENINGKAI

pairing: kai x gn!reader

genre: fluff, little suggestive, humour | oneshot

warnings: pictures are black hair kai but I mention current kai (blond kai), established relationship, attempts of flirting, kai’s attempt at a pick-up line lmao, flustered kai, bickering (affectionately), kai and reader trying to out-flirt each other, pet names (my love, sweetheart, baby ect.), kisses, a lot of physical affection, the first and many ‘I love you’ 🤭

summary: going through the transition of being in love with your best friend to actually being an official item has been a huge learning curve for the both of you. it’s been 7 months since that day and you adore him so much that you so happen to slip up the ‘L’ word.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: an incredibly late fic for kai’s birthday <3 after the bulacan concert it made me so grateful to have known a precious soul like him :’) he’s so endearing I think I’m a closeted ningdungie 🥹 I have so much love for him :(( I hope you guys enjoy reading!!

the holding hands, lingering kisses and copious amounts of hugs have been the highlights of your relationship. however, the inside jokes, the deep talks and the genuine comfort you feel from each other is what made you two progress further to your full potential of being inseparable from one another.

“yn, what’re you doing today?” kai asks through the phone, his head tilting to a cute angle to which his unstyled, blond hair brushes over his eyes. his hair is getting so long now, you think to yourself.

“I’ve just been cleaning the flat, really. wanna come over? I miss you.” you say, folding one of your boyfriend’s hoodies that he left because of that one time you didn’t want him to leave, as per. his scent is still as strong from when he applied cologne on the neck of the clothing; hints of sweet fruits with a floral touch. he knew how much you loved it when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck while cuddling.

whenever your flatmate was away he’d offer to stay over until they came back, and recently he stayed for almost 3 weeks. you never want to waste a day when you’re together, and if you don’t have many plans you would go for a long walk, at least once a day, if not every other day.

“you miss me?” he giggles. he knows that even being together for three whole weeks isn't enough. “what do you want me to bring over?”

this was a habit of his. always having to bring something over at your place, whether it be his nintendo switch console which would lead to never-ending rounds of mario kart or food, but you only wanted one thing. you place down the folded hoodie and pull an exaggerated thinking face, arms crossed with your index finger to your chin.

“I think you should just bring yourself, I can never get enough of you.” you wink at him and watch his cheeks gradually ombre into pink hues from your statement.

“I’ll be there in fifteen!” he chimes, rushing to end the call and get ready. you giggle to yourself, he's so cute and it's just so endearing.

there have been times where you were indecisive about your relationship, but not because you didn’t know if you liked kai or not, but because if things don’t work out you just hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward. thankfully, the both of you had the same idea to confess to each other — thanks to taehyun and beomgyu’s hard work in trying to push you guys to do so. now, being in this situation you can finally say that you’re at a good place in life.

a specific knocking pattern on the door was something you’ve been anticipating since kai ended the call, knowing that he does his cute little rhythm. he told you before that he only has two knocking patterns; the standard five knocks in a row and his little pattern he has only for you.

as soon as you open the door you find him holding a bouquet of red tulips, his tall figure almost hovering above you as he has this boyish grin on his face.

“I got you these tulips, but I’m hoping our two lips can meet instead.” he presents the bouquet in one hand from behind his back. he opens his arms for you to jump up and wrap your arms over his shoulders while his wraps around your waist.

your foreheads lean against each other before you chuckle while maintaining eye contact, “baby, you’re so cute, you know.” you whisper before tilting your head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. his lips lingered a little longer, pecking your lips a couple more times before pulling away.

“I’ve missed you too.” he gives you a gentle forehead kiss before letting you get back onto your feet.

grabbing ahold of his hand you lead him into the living room where you expect him to get comfy, but as you go into the kitchen to grab him a glass of grape juice from the fridge he follows you, wanting to do it himself. you being stubborn, you do it before him and he admits defeat.

you can feel his body heat radiate behind you as you stand by the countertop and he gives you a long back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and feeling his soft exhales hitting the side of your neck.

“I could have done it myself. you know this is like my home too.” he tightens his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck until you feel the hairs standing.

“I know, but I wanna do it for you, baby.” his hold on you loosens, but he doesn’t let you go. just loose enough for you to turn around with his arms still around you until he decides to lean against the countertop, trapping you in the middle. you lean back a little to see his expression, he’s trying his best to not break into a grin as you watch the corners of his lips itching to turn upwards. the pink hues on the apples of his cheeks were still blooming.

“you drive me insane, yn.” he kisses your temple, before taking ahold of the glass of grape juice you had just poured out for him, watching him walk into the living room so nonchalantly and finding an anime movie to watch together.

you follow after him and sit close enough for your legs to hang over his lap. you love the physical affection. even as best friends back then, the both of you would always be mistaken as a couple from the way you two would have your hands lingering together with the urge to intertwine, linking arms, and even from sharing food or drinks.

kai was someone you were happy with your parents meeting. your dad had already started to treat him like his son-in-law after you heard that they would go out to eat together while you were at work.

it’s almost like he was an angel sent to you, with every one of your loved ones approving of him from the very beginning.

“oh, do I now?" you tease as you playfully stick out your tongue.

"oh always." he matches your sarcastic energy, and you both laugh together for a moment. his gesture was the opposite of his words.

he brings his gentle hand to cup your face with his thumb slowly rubbing your cheek back and forth. you swear you could feel your heart about to jump out of your chest, you were hoping if it did that kai would catch it regardless. the motion was so endearing that you hadn't realised that the both of you had been staring into each other's eyes. his eyes were so beautiful. holding all things lovely and genuine with a hint of playfulness as he scans your face, which was reciprocating the same.

you sigh into the warmth of his palm, "I love you, kai."

his thumb stops moving and his eyes widen ever so slightly, "yn, I-"

"oh my god, I didn't realise. it just... slipped." a bashful smile replaces the shocked expression you had for a fraction of a second.

"so, you don't love me?" kai raises a brow, putting his hand down back on his lap.

"no! oh god." panic courses through your veins as you find a way to save yourself in this situation. "of course I love you. I love you so much you don't understa—"

you didn't get to finish your sentence, yet kai has pressed his lips against yours. the familiar warmth igniting in your chest as he tilts his head and you following after. you've never kissed anyone like this before, the type that makes your chest heave from the lack of air. the type that makes your heart pound so much that it's all you hear in your ears. the type of kiss that feels just right, knowing you have found your person, and it's kai. it's always been kai.

pulling your lips away, he chases them once more for quick pecks as if you're his favourite baked good from the bakery. your foreheads rest against each others, watching his lips transition from a held back smile to a full grin and an airy giggle.

"don't be silly, my love." he starts. "of course I understand. and I love you so so much that words are not enough."

"do you think our two lips should meet again?" you rest your head on his shoulder, facing his neck. he shudders from your warm exhales against his skin.

"I know our two lips should meet again," he kisses your temple. "and again," then to your cheek. "and again." and a final kiss to your lips, reuniting them once more.

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“goal!” (1.1k)

in which a nerdy, hopelessly-in-love sim jaeyun doesn’t play football—but you end up being his ultimate goal.

gender neutral reader | requested – w. cursing, not proofread. wrote this at 3 am my eyes hurt

“shit, i’m so sorry,” jaeyun cursed under his breath, cheeks tinted a bright crimson as he panted heavily against your shoulder. he quickly pushed himself off, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

being one of decelis’s popular “jocks,” you were known for your passion of football. it’s all that ever striked a chord within you; so, of course, when your struggling teammate asked you for help in training, how on earth could you say no?

a soft chuckle escaped your lips, shaking your head in reassurance. “it’s fine, jaeyun. you must be sore from the leg lifts,” you affirmed, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “we can take a break.”

“b-but it’s barely been thirty minutes,” jaeyun stammered, shoulders slumping in shame. “i’m sorry, my stamina’s—”

“your stamina is fine,” you interjected firmly. “it’s normal to get tired. don’t beat yourself up over it. come on, let’s get a water break, yeah?”

“...yeah,” your teammate sighed in defeat, reluctantly reaching for his water bottle on the bleachers. “sorry about that.” you shook your head, smiling softly, “i told you, it’s fine. there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“you’re too nice to me, (name),” jaeyun blurted out quietly, before realizing what he said. embarrassed (again), he turned towards you with a fearful expression, worried you got the wrong idea. “i... did not mean it like that. no ill intent, i swear on it,” he babbled, clearing his throat. “please forgive me—”

you couldn’t help but release heartfelt laughter at his awkwardly adorable antics. jaeyun found himself tensing up at the dulcet sound of your voice, his poor heart about to combust.

god, you’re so perfect.

“jaeyun,” you breathed between a few chuckles, a comforting hand resting on his shoulder. “please. calm down. i don’t bite.”

shiiit. so close. and you’re telling him to calm down? how would he, in this state?

“sorry,” he apologized for the umpteenth time, swallowing hard. “i... i just...”

his calloused hands clutched onto the sleeve of his water bottle, his eyes desperately wandering everywhere but on yours.

“...is something wrong, jaeyun?” you murmured, now concerned as you picked up on his anxiousness. “you can tell me if you want. take your ti—”

“i like you,” he exclaimed, averting his attention from the field to finally meet your eyes.

this time, you froze, trying to process what he just said. “...sorry?”

“i like you,” jaeyun repeated, even louder this time. clutching onto the hem of his jersey, he took a deep breath before continuing, “i’m a nervous wreck whenever you’re around. i... gathered the courage to join the football team despite not knowing anything about sports at all.”

“i- i like being in your presence,” he babbled on, “i love it, if you will. even if you don’t seem to notice me at all, i– i just wanted to confess to you properly, hopefully, one day, maybe, but not like this. but i’m just so damn nervous that i...”

“i like you so much. it’s driving me crazy to this day, that i was already signed up to be in your team before even knowing.”

you let out a long, heavy exhale you didn’t even know you were holding.

“speechless” was the only word you could use to describe your state. maybe even stunned. in awe? a wave of emotions coursed through you.

seeing your unresponsive reaction, jaeyun clutched his chest and proceeds to have a coughing fit, quite literally dying inside as he finally managed to grasp the reality that he finally poured his heart out to you. sloppily.

hurriedly running over to assist him, the two of you silently agreed to lean against the bleachers, trying to mind each other’s business.

absolute crickets.

the silence was killing you both, especially jaeyun. it was getting too loud, defeaning.

“so...”

“yeah, um–”

“actually, you go first.”

“no, you.”

“you first, i insist.”

“you–”

“jaeyun.”

the boy sighed heavily in defeat, sheepishly shifting in his seat to meet your gaze. “yeah, uh, what i said... it’s true,” he admitted quietly, biting the inside of his cheek. “but you don’t have to, like, remember that. you... can avoid me if you want. i didn’t intend on making you uncomfortable– but if i did, i’m really—”

“stop.” you muttered, bringing a finger to his lips in order to shush his rambling. “quit saying sorry. that’s all i ask.”

jaeyun nodded slowly, whispering, “okay.”

“thanks,” you exhaled in relief, removing your finger from his lips. “i’m just trying to process everything you just said.”

“i don’t think there’s much to process,” he uttered a sheepish chuckle, “i like you, (name).”

“...since when?” your brows furrowed in curiosity.

“since i first saw you on the field, sports day,” jaeyun simply replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “you stood out the most. next thing i knew, i was trying to find out your class schedule on purpose.”

a feeling you couldn’t describe rose in your chest, a hint of blush tinted on your cheeks. what’s this? embarrassment?

trying to maintain your composure, you stifled a cough, taking in jaeyun’s words. “that... that long, huh?”

“eight months are nothing, really,” he shrugged.

“still,” you protested, desperately trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “i can’t believe i didn’t notice.”

“but you do now,” jaeyun acknowledged matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “that’s all that matters to me.”

a long sigh escaped your lips.

“well,” you cleared your throat, “i guess i could give you a chance.” with a cocked head, you hummed in thought before adding, “would a few dates be okay with you?”

jaeyun’s eyes twinkled with excitement, though he tried to stay subtle with it. “really? you wouldn’t mind?”

“not at all,” you nodded, “as long as you’re paying.” a teasing grin formed on your lips, followed by a playful wink.

“say less,” jaeyun muttered under his breath, smiling softly. “i can help you out in the subjects you’re struggling at too. i mean, if you’d let me, of course.”

“i might fall if you say that,” you admitted, turning away. you weren’t the best student, that’s for sure.

“well, that’s kinda my goal, y’know,” he shrugged, adding with a snicker, “pun intended.”

“what?” you glanced back at him quizzically. after a few seconds of processing, an unamused “ahhh,” escaped your lips.

“goal,” you repeated, “because football.”

“football,” jaeyun assented. “and because of you.”

“i’m your goal?”

“aside from becoming valedictorian, well, yes.”

“dork.”

the both of you broke into fits of giggles, sighing contentedly. you even shifted closer to him without even realizing.

“so,” jaeyun began, “any chance i could get your number?”

“for sure,” you smiled, pulling out your phone.

like a giddy kid, jaeyun excitedly typed in his number, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“are you fine with me calling y–”

“of course.”

“calling you mine.”

“...i’m making you do fifteen crunches just for that.”

“sorry.”

note: hiii hope you enjoyed this little fic LOL sorry if it’s so sloppy i’m running on 6 hrs of sleep. I hope this was to ur liking anon :(

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NIKI 西村 力 - A STORYBOOK AFTERNOON

Word Count : 1k

Genre : FLUFF

Content : picnic, boyfriend niki x reader, niki is a sweetheart, kisses

Preview : Riki plans a romantic picnic for the two of you

Authors Note : First story about Riki! hope its great<3

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It was a beautiful spring day, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers. You, an avid reader, had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Your boyfriend, Riki, planned a perfect picnic date in the meadow behind the local library.

As you stepped out of your apartment, you couldn't help but admire the lovely weather. The sun was shining, and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with only a few fluffy white clouds drifting lazily overhead. You adjusted the strap of the picnic basket on your shoulder and made your way to the designated meeting spot, your heart fluttering with excitement.

Riki was already waiting for you, leaning against a sturdy oak tree, his hands in his pockets and a warm smile on his face. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "I brought the blanket and some of your favorite snacks."

You grinned, your eyes sparkling with joy. "You're the best," you said, taking his hand in yours as you walked together toward the meadow.

You found the perfect spot, a grassy area surrounded by wildflowers and shaded by a few towering trees. Riki spread out the cozy picnic blanket, and you settled down, the picnic basket between you.

As you unpacked the basket, you couldn't help but marvel at the spread Riki had prepared. There were sandwiches made with your favorite fillings, fresh fruits and vegetables, and even a few chocolate-covered strawberries – your weakness.

"This looks amazing," you said, your eyes wide with delight. "You really went all out."

Riki grinned sheepishly. "Well, you know how much I love seeing you happy."

You spent the next hour or so enjoying the delicious food and each other's company, sharing stories and laughing together. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt so content and carefree.

After you had finished eating, you leaned back against Riki's chest, savoring the warmth of his embrace. You pulled out the book you had been reading, a captivating historical novel, and began to read aloud to him.

Riki listened attentively, his fingers gently running through your hair as you brought the characters and settings to life with your expressive voice. He loved watching you get lost in the worlds crafted by the authors you adored, your eyes alight with wonder and your imagination soaring.

As you reached the end of a particularly gripping chapter, you closed the book and turned to face Riki, your cheeks flushed with excitement. "Isn't it just the most incredible story?" you gushed, your eyes shining.

Riki smiled tenderly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It's amazing," he agreed, "but not nearly as captivating as you are."

You felt your heart swell with love and affection for this man who understood and appreciated your passion for reading. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging in the meadow, alternating between reading, talking, and simply enjoying the peaceful surroundings. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, you reluctantly packed up your belongings and headed back, hand in hand.

On the way home, you couldn't help but reflect on how lucky you were to have found someone like Riki, who not only supported your interests but also went out of his way to create special moments like this picnic date. As you walked together, you knew that this was just the beginning of many more adventures and cherished memories to come.

two's company, three's a crowd

pairing — kim sunwoo x gn!reader

tags — fluff, a few curse words, sunwoo, eric, and you are close friends, pining!sunwoo, i wasn’t planning to make it this long but i got carried away so 1.1k words <3 t_t

to say that the weather feels hot today is an understatement. to quote sunwoo, “it feels like you’re in satan’s asshole” (to which you punch his arm for giving you a visualization that you didn’t ask for).

you don’t remember whose idea it was to go to an amusement park at 12 pm on a hot summer day. it’s not like you could even attempt to remember anyway; the heat is causing your brain to hot wire and all you can think of is dumping a bucket of iced water over your head.

“it’s so hot today,” you whine, complaining for the nth time. you fight against the urge to lean back against the bench since it might cause your clothes to stick against your sweat-slick back.

“you know why it’s hotter than usual?” eric asks.

unlike you, eric sits comfortably with his back resting against the bench, paying no mind to the clothes clinging on to his skin. you eye his muscle tank enviously. you should’ve worn something like that.

“no.”

he pops a piece of cotton candy that he tore off into his mouth. “it’s because i’m here.”

you stare blankly at eric, to which he responds with a shameless grin.

“what were you talking about?”

you look up, squinting a bit before your eyes adjust to the bright lighting. sunwoo stands before you, with a glorious chocolate milkshake in his hand. you gulp at the sight.

“nothing.” you answer. “eric was being annoying. you know; as usual.” you scoot a little in your seat, letting sunwoo sit in between you and eric.

“so nothing out of the ordinary.”

“yeah.”

“i’m sitting right here, you know,” eric chimes in.

sunwoo looks at him pointedly. “we know.”

eric scoffs before eating another piece of his cotton candy. both of you snicker at his response.

conversations (and bickering) between the three of you continue as per usual, but your eyes are still trained on sunwoo’s beverage. droplets of water roll off the plastic surface, making you wonder how refreshing it would be to gulp the drink down your parched throat.

as if on cue, sunwoo takes a sip of his milkshake, and you can only watch as his adam’s apple bob up and down as he drinks. groaning internally, you regret refusing to go stand in a long line and buy drinks with sunwoo. the queue would’ve been worth it.

sunwoo isn’t oblivious to your longing stare. in fact, he’s noticed it ever since he approached you and eric. he’s been patiently waiting for you to ask him for a sip yourself; that was until he’s grown tired of the miserable expression on your face. “y/n.”

“hm?”

sunwoo smiles in amusement. your eyes are still on his milkshake, even when he called your name. “my eyes are up here.”

you blink, finally making eye contact with him. “right.”

sunwoo surpresses a laugh, overcome by the unbearable need to coo at your cute expression when you frown involuntarily. “you thirsty?” he outstretches his hand, offering you his drink.

your eyes shine. you look like you just won five million dollars when all sunwoo did was offer you his drink. “really?”

he nods his head. it didn’t take you long for you to register his approval. you immediately take a few gulps of the cold, sugary drink as he holds the cup still for you.

sunwoo freezes. he knows this isn’t a big deal. it shouldn’t be a big deal. but he feels like there’s something intimate about you drinking from a cup that he’s still holding instead of taking it from him beforehand. or maybe it’s not that big of a deal and he’s just overthinking it.

you pull away, and sunwoo quickly recovers from his frozen state. but much to his confusion, instead of grinning and thanking him, your eyebrows are knit together. “sunwoo, i think you need to get your milkshake away from me. i might finish it.”

he laughs and then shrugs. “i don’t mind.”

you ignore him. sunwoo watches your eyes travel from him to his drink, and then to the line in front of the shop selling cold beverages. “i think i’m gonna go get my own.”

“i’ll get another one. you can have mine.” sunwoo offers while he watches you stand up and collect your things.

you stay motionless for a bit, considering his offer. still, you shake your head. “no, it’s okay. i want to try a different flavor anyway.”

nodding, he lets you go without saying another word. he watches your retreating back as you walk to the far end of the line. you catch his eye and give him a small wave and a grin. sunwoo smiles back, his heart missing a few beats.

“dude.”

sunwoo jumps in his seat. he has completely forgotten about eric’s existence, who’s sitting right next to him. eric sniggers at his reaction while sunwoo turns to him with a bored expression. “what?”

“you are so obvious.”

“shut up.” sunwoo rolls his eyes.

he regrets telling eric about his crush on you. at first, sunwoo gave him the benefit of the doubt. he believed that maybe, eric is going to be an amazing wingman for him and help him out. but to be perfectly candid, he’s been nothing but a pain in the ass.

a few seconds of silence pass, and eric’s lips morph into a smirk.

sunwoo knows that smirk. it’s the ‘i-know-something-you-don’t’ smirk. he has to hold himself back before he tries to punch the smirk off eric’s face. “god, whatever you’re gonna say, just say it. the look on your face is really annoying me.”

“are you sure you want me to-”

“eric, for fuck’s sake-”

“okay, okay! fine.” eric throws his hands up in defense. and then he smirks. again. “you just shared a straw with y/n.”

sunwoo cocks an eyebrow, wordlessly asking eric to continue.

eric sighs, mumbling an insult to sunwoo’s intelligence under his breath. “meaning… you just indirectly kissed them.”

eric’s laughter becomes white noise as sunwoo realizes the shared indirect kiss between the two of you. his mind turns blank, his heartbeat rapidly beating in his ears. heat travels up to his face when his eyes unknowingly went back searching for you and met yours. you tilt your head, confused with his expression.

after shaking his head at you, sunwoo angrily whips his head to face eric again. “thanks a lot, man. really,” he says flatly, a deadpan expression on his face.

eric snorts. it’s funny that he’s still trying to seem nonchalant when the obvious tinge of red is coloring the tips of sunwoo’s ears. “no problem. but maybe actually mean it next time.”

“fuck you.”

sunwoo is never inviting eric to hang out together ever again.