Order For Hee! Lhs

order for hee! ♡ lhs

❝what if you bought her coffee everyday from now on, with me?❞

stranger!leeheeseung x gen!reader

genre drabble, fluff || w.c 0.7k || warnings lowercase intended

you clumsily entered your order into the kiosk your local starbucks had just begun to implement into their already confusing system. you were never one to buy coffee in starbucks, always opting to make your own coffee the way you liked it. you were pretty specific when it came to your coffee. it needed to be bitter to some extent but also have an underlying sweetness to it. surely, you weren’t situated here in starbucks for no reason, right?

yeah, of course you wouldn’t be. you had lost a bet the previous day and was now forced to buy coffee for your best friend, heejin. she had a major sweet tooth and was actually (and possibly) clinically obsessed with starbuck’s java chip frappuccino. she’d have it everyday before your morning classes that you shared with her, occasionally gushing about the taste of whatever sugar concoction she drank religiously. it was terrifying, honestly.

in the end, you had to ask help from a nearby waiter on how to operate the machine you were struggling on. at this point, you had managed to create a line of thirsty and possibly angry customers behind you. you were damned and completely red with embarrassment. luckily, the waiter was kind enough to guide you through the whole process, even guiding you to an empty seat by the window. after all that humiliating situation you had put yourself into, you finally had time to relax and unwind from the stressful events about to happen by the window seat.

the view outside was immaculate, people wearing tote bags rushing to get to their morning classes in the university closeby to the starbucks, the traffic outside never failing to daze you from how busy it is at 8 am and the evil pigeons that drop their bombs every few minutes on unsuspecting passersby. it was quite amusing to say the least, just seated in a cafe while you watched the world unfold itself.

your train of thought was cut the second you heard your order and name being called. “java chip frappuccino for hee!” the piercing voice of the barista in charge ricocheted across the cafe which instantly made you jolt up and towards said barista. to your surprise, another hand reached out for the coffee cup simultaneously as you. hands accidentally colliding with each other, you instantly retracted your hand with your eyes wide open as you stared at the handsome stranger in front of you.

he too seemed fairly surprised at the incident, bambi eyes staring straight at yours. he gave an awkward half smile when the barista pushed another drink towards the two of you with a smirk on her face. “another java chip frappuccino for hee.” was all she said before she continued on with the other drinks piling up. the male awkwardly pulled you to the side, giving way for the other customers to get their drink. this time, a genuine smile plastered across his face as he reached out a hand to shake yours.

“lee heeseung,” he stated, emphasising the ‘hee’. you let out a small chuckle, shaking his hand before introducing yourself as just y/n. he stared at you for a bit in confusion, indirectly asking for an explanation. “I lost a bet to my friend heejin and I had to buy her her daily coffee.” you explained, an awkward grin stretching on your face. heeseung nodded, smiling at the thought of you being upset at losing a bet.

to be honest, the second his hand grazed yours, he knew he was in for a surprise. the way your hands felt extremely delicate and soft under his hands even if it were for a slight second was enough to drive his brain insane. when he turned to face you was even more of a shock, you had a face that was sure to be ingrained into his mind for the rest of his university life. the fact that your eyes were widened and your lips slightly parted made his heart melt right then and there.

a sheepish smile crept upon his face as he raked up the courage to spill out what he had been thinking of the second his hands grazed yours, “what if you bought her coffee everyday from now on, with me?

a.n ngl I love this drabble a lot even though I literally wrote this at 3 am with a bored mind 🫠

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warmth

a/n. cries in single and waking up alone everyday

genre. i felt a big angsty… but (un)fortunately i’m a big softie so there’s happy ending :)

when you wake up, you feel warmth. not only the covers warmth or because of the heating.

you feel seungchol’s warmth.

his arms wrapped around you, like you’re a teddy bear in his hold. you’re in his embrace, surrounded by him. his chin is resting on top of your head and your face is buried in his chest.

for the first time in two months you’ve woken up next to him.

you lean back a bit, to check if this is real, only to return to your previous position. you don’t want this moment to end.

you don’t even notice when tears gather at the brim of your waterline, threatening to spill out. your hands wrap around him and squeeze his waist, trying to hold in your emotions.

but your breath becomes uneven and even in his sleep, your boyfriend is very attentive.

“y/n?” cheol hums, voice raspy.

“i love you” you mumble, your voice cracking and the first tear dropping from your eye.

seungchol frowns and reattaches your hands from your waist to grab your face.

“hey, what’s wrong? look at me…” he whispers, genuinely concerned. even though you’re looking down, avoiding eye contact, he can still see the tears steaming down your cheeks and how wet your lashes are. waking up to see you crying wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience, especially when you’re in his hold–

“nothing. i just love you so much” you let out a dry chuckle and manage to look up, meet his chocolate irises filled with love and affection. nevertheless, he’s still worried.

“i love you too, sweetheart” cheol humms and his thumbs caress your cheeks gently. he notices the way you slightly trap your bottom lip with your teeth.

“it’s just… it’s been a while since we woke up like this…” you mumble, burying your head in the crook of his neck as your hands look for his “…together”

seungchol’s heart throbs with pain; he knows, he feels guilty. work was kicking ass but now… he made a promise to himself to wake up with you, no matter what.

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happy belated birthday my bae

(230116) happy birthday seungkwan 🎂

sobbing

The idea of sitting in Jihoon's lap while he's working in the studio is making me an even more unhinged woman. Just look at it... perfect circumference of seating

no bc his thighs are so thick like i just know he's the perfect seat to sit on like imagine it's been a long day, for both of you, and you get home late and want nothing but to see your boyfriend but he's not home when you walk in which means he's locked himself up in his studio, again

so you make your way over to his studio, your tiredness pushed down by your desire to see your boyfriend. when you get to his studio and walk in he's exactly where you think he is, sitting at his desk, in his nice expensive chair, staring at his computer monitors and nodding his head to the beat of whatever song he's working on

you don't say anything, just quietly shuffling over to his desk. you slowly push jihoon's chair back so you're able to crawl into his lap, wiggling around to get comfortable before settling down

jihoon doesn't say anything either as you do this, he just wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your temple

you love sitting on jihoon's lap. his thighs are thick from his long gym sessions working on his quads, making him the perfect seat for you. you've always loved jihoon's stocky build, he's so thick and compact all over and it makes him all the more cuddly. his body is also so warm, you just love to burrow down in his lap and stay there for long periods of time

though neither of you say anything, you just enjoy the close proximity to your boyfriend. you know jihoon is selective with his touch but he always accommodates your physical touch love language. his fingers drum against your side as he makes edits to the track he's working on. you love sitting in on jihoon doing his producer work, seeing the song making process and all of the creative ideas in his talented mind. you don't think you've ever seen jihoon look so handsome as when he's doing what he loves, working on his music

you close your eyes and tuck your head under jihoon's chin, your ear pressed up against his chest. whereas your love language is physical touch, jihoon's is gift giving. you can feel the vibrations of his humming mix with the thump of his heartbeat and you smile to yourself, enjoying the song that they make, just for you and no one else. the song of his heart slowly lulls you to sleep, your mind at peace knowing there's no better place than curled up in your boyfriend's lap, in the dead of night, while he produces, in room filled with nothing but music and love

your highness ☆— p. sunghoon

synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.

pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon

genre ➔ fluff, royal!au

word count ➔ tba.

warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases

a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited.

“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”

Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for a masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and shiny accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.

He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”

She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and her room, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.

“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. She was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.

But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.

Sunghoon walks into her room and stands over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.

“Those rules contradict each other.”

“Doesn’t everything?”

Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was consistently asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.

You weren’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.

“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody knows who each other is. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”

Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.

“I’m sorry, your highness.”

He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.

“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,

“I can’t, you know that.”

“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”

“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”

“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”

He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.

“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.

She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to another guard.

But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.

“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.

Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”

He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.

Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.

He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.

“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.

“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.

He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,

“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”

Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.

He stops.

“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”

She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.

“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”

His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.

Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.

“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking

“Your highness.”

“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”

Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.

“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”

He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,

“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.

But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.

“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”

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SWAY —੭ sunoo drabble

“i thought you wanted to dance, not sway.”

the frost from the cold tile beneath you both was warded off with his fluffy socks and your work shoes.

you slowly rocked your body weight from side to side as guided by sunoo.

your boyfriend’s hands were lazily placed around your middle as your own played with the hair behind his neck. there was still sleep in his playful eyes, and his dark chocolate locs looked like antennae - as if he was trying to tune into the radio.

it was his idea in the first place, to dance before you had to leave for work, but now he appeared to long for a bed.

“yes, but, we both know you’re a terrible dancer.”

“hey! yes i am! i just haven’t had anything to drink.” you snicker, whacking his chest hard enough for his droopy eyes to turn attentive.

“exactly, and you’re not drinking at 5:30 in the morning.” he brings you closer and rests his head on top of yours, “i still don’t understand why you choose to get up this early every morning.”

“i have to. morning traffic is the worst.”

his nods cause your head to move as well and you stifle a laugh. you look up at him and he looks down at you, locking you both in a staring battle of who can look more tired.

“go to back to sleep sunoo, i’ll see you tonight.” you smile and kiss him softly before letting go. he pouts but nod. sunoo doesn’t leave his spot until he hears the door close.

sunoo slumps his way to the bedroom and cuddles in under the duvet, before falling asleep and dreaming of nothing. (except you).

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