6 With Hangyul Pls :D

6 with hangyul pls :D

here it is!! I had this one in my drafts for some time, and I just got around to editing it, so I hope you enjoy the read!!

[11:47 a.m.] you and hangyul were going to spend the weekend together. and what better way to spend time together than to go on a road trip? you were to leave on friday, right when his practices were done and you were gonna go to a nearby city, somewhere not too far so you could maximize the amount of time spent there, and then you would return just in time for hangyul to return to his normal routine. today is saturday. you both are visiting the bustling city of busan, which is some hours away from seoul, but still close enough to be comforting. you guys decided to just stay in the less crowded areas of the city as there was a high chance hangyul may be recognized by some fans. you guys went and had breakfast at a small restaurant and just as you guys were leaving the restaurant, you felt a drop of water hit your head. followed by another. and another. and one more.

now there’s more and more water falling from the sky and before you know it, it’s raining cats and dogs. hangyul starts pulling at your arm, calling, “y/n let’s come under the shade, otherwise you’ll get sick.” but the rain here feels different. you’re entranced in an ethereal experience and you never want to leave. you tug your arm away from hangyul’s grip and reach out your arms, embracing the water drops falling from the cloudy skies. you close your eyes and take a deep breath. the earthy scent of the petrichor captivated your senses, and you, with your eyes still shut ask hangyul, “why would I want to be under the shade, when I can appreciate this moment right here? come out, hangyul, the water’s fine.” in the back of your head you know that the ride back to the hotel will be an uncomfortable one, with your clothes sticking to you and your shoes, soaked. but you didn’t care at that moment. and you especially didn’t mind when you felt two warm palms encircled your hips and you open your eyes, to see hangyul, now standing in front of you with a deep infatuation in his eyes.

giggling you put your hands on his shoulders and give them a firm squeeze. “see, it’s not so bad out here!” “y/n, babe you’re going to catch a cold. let’s go back in.” sighing, you exhale, “five more minutes, gyul, enjoy these rains with me. I swear you’ll always remember this if you just let it soak in.” you close your eyes once more, and you feel hangyul moving closer to you, narrowing the distance between your bodies. you can feel a dark shadow over your eyes, so you open them to see hangyul using his hand as a shade over your eyes. “you’re so beautiful, y/n. how did I get so lucky?” and you bit your lip and looked away from his amused gaze. “you look cute even when you’re embarrassed, wow.”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he says, and so he does. he locks his eyes with yours before closing the distance between you two to place his lips on yours. you hold his body close, arms looped around his waist while his hands cup your face, the warmth transferring from his large hands to your already pink cheeks. and in that moment, you both knew in your hearts that life would never give you two a memory quite like this one again, and in some years when you come back to this restaurant, in busan with hangyul, you both stand at the same spot and interlock your hands. looking down at them, you now see two rings glistening in their appropriate hands, and the smiles that make their ways onto your faces bring back memories of that day and the love you two exchanged.

wooseok: 보스

eunsang: 보기

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kookheon + 7? i love your writing qt ♥︎

here it is!! I struggled a bit on the ending (it could’ve been better imo) but I hope you like it!

[12:45 p.m.] “ahh, that looks so good!” you whined on the couch as you scrolled through Instagram, and saw a video of someone making brownies. kookheon leaned over the couch, his head hovering near your shoulder to see what you were watching. “brownies sound good. I think we have a box mix in the pantry, shall I make it for you?” you tilted your head back and kissed his chin. “pfft, babe, I really appreciate the thought, but we both know that you’d probably burn the house down if you tried.” kookheon’s head snapped down as he squinted his eyes at you, “is that a challenge?” you looked back at him and blinked, “what is? you making brownies? not really.” “but you didn’t say no. fine, I’ll make these brownies myself and I’ll make them so perfect, you won’t be able to tell whether they’re homemade or by a professional,” kookheon declared.

so for the next hour, you watch, chin resting in the palm of your hand, as kookheon goes through the following steps: preheats the oven, gets the brownie mix and the other ingredients, grabs a mixing bowl and begins to add the ingredients (he accidentally also got a piece of eggshell in there, which he fussed over before removing immediately), and he got the batter into a baking pan and put it in the oven. while he was washing his hands, sleeves rolled up to reveal the veins in his arms and the concentration painted on his face, you sighed, “ah, you look so attractive right now, it’s literally insane. I am gonna go insane.” kookheon looked up at you and smiled, now drying his hands and walking up to you. resting his hands on your hips, he gives them a little squeeze. “you always look attractive, my sweet y/n.” shy, you give his shoulder a slight push, murmuring, “stop, you’re making me blush!” kookheon smiles even wider and tugs you closer to him. he leans in and you two share a series of dulcet kisses. and just before the passion begins burning in either one of you the oven timer went off, indicating that the baked goods were ready.

kookheon pulled them out of the oven and let the brownies cool, before cutting them up and serving you a piece, a confident smile on his face. you bit into the brownie and it tasted as you expected. “babe, you’re the absolute best! thank you for the brownies, these are so good!” you gushed and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. laughing, he reciprocated and said, “and I won two things: the challenge and a happy y/n.”

"This isn't what I wanted" + "time passes slower without you" with Midam!!! Make it angsty!

here it is! long and angsty, hope you like it!

[8:34 p.m.] ever since midam went on to produce, his popularity has definitely skyrocketed. before, it was you and him in your small little world. now, you can’t go out anywhere without the flash of some camera or the sounds of squealing girls. and it’s true in the beginning you weren’t really bothered. not until what you saw in this past week.

midam has been gaining more confidence when it came to females- more so his female fans. one day, you came home after running some errands when you hear midam having a conversation with some girl on your couch, rather close to one another. she said, “time passes slower without you, Oppa.” you cringed at the shrill voice and cleared your throat loud enough to catch their attention. the smile on midam’s face dropped when he saw the fury burning in your eyes. “you,” anger evident in your voice as you point at the girl, “get out of here. now.” the girl, flustered, looked between you and midam. when she didn’t budge, you yelled, “get the hell out of my house, now!” flinching, she got up and bowed to midam before scurrying out of the room. you slammed the door shut and glared furiously at midam, who seemed to mirror your emotions.

“what was that about, y/n?” midam looked hurt, and that made you even madder. “why are you bringing skanks into my apartment, midam? I’d like to hear what that was all about!” “when I was outside the apartment, she came to me and got hurt asking me for a signature. I told her I’d give her a band-aid, and she just didn’t leave after that. what else was I supposed to do?” scoffing, you sneer, “is this not your home, too? you could’ve told her to leave. you didn’t even need to invite her in, you could’ve just given her the band-aid.” sighing, you can feel the pounding in your head begin to arise. “you know what, midam, I’m gonna leave for a few days. your popularity has gotten to your head, and it’s gotten out of my and your control. this isn’t what I wanted, but until your fanbase calms down, we’re gonna need to take a break. I’m sorry.” and as you head to your room to grab a suitcase, teary-eyed and pounding head, midam stands in silence, looking at the floor and breathing heavily. the small little world you two built was already in shatters, and now, all you needed was time to put the pieces back together.

3 + jinhyuk

okay this one hurt, like really. but it’s done. i’m sorry if angst wasn’t what you had in mind for this one, but I just,,, I had to write it this way. regardless, I hope you like it.

3. how much did you hear?

[1:59 p.m.] the production crew usually let the trainees leave the dorms on sundays, to take care of whatever they needed to- be it visiting their families, running errands, anything of that sort. on sundays, jinhyuk usually went to your house and you two would spend the day together, and then he’d spend the night and leave early the next morning to report back to the dorms. today, jinhyuk was here, too. it’s been around an hour or so, but he’s been sitting in your shared bedroom for some time now, with the door closed. curious, you went to the door and gently knocked. after no response, you opened the door, to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, phone pressed to his ear, and his shoulders shaking.

“please, jinwoo, please do not give up on your dream. you are one of the most talented people I’ve met. you have so much potential it’s incredible. no matter who tells you what, never give up and remember, hyung’s always here for you.” his voice began to waver and crack in the last words, so he cleared his throat. your heart broke hearing this. you knew all about jinwoo and jinhyuk’s relationship. jinhyuk truly cherished him like he was his younger brother, and you saw the relationship depicted accurately on the broadcasts, too. when jinwoo didn’t make it to the next round, you called jinhyuk after the broadcast ended, consoling him. he kept his guard up, even then. but now, the poor man was in a vulnerable state, and it absolutely tore you to pieces seeing the scene unfold in front of you.

“alright, jinwoo, I’ve got to go, but take it easy, alright? and as I said before, if you need anything else, give me a call, okay? bye.” as soon as he hung up the phone, you went and sat next to jinhyuk, who had his face in his hands and let out small whimpers. you held him in your arms, running your hand across his back, rubbing it softly. he wrapped his arms around you once he had calmed down a bit. “how much did you hear?” his thick voice vibrated from your neck. “it doesn’t matter, what matters is you’re hurting right now. and it’s my job to bring you comfort, and ensure that your mind is put to ease. you were so brave on the broadcast, baby, you didn’t shed a tear. but you’re only human, and it’s only natural for you to show your emotions and not bottle them in. I’m glad you’re getting to let it out now than letting it sit in your heart and boil over.”

jinhyuk lifted his head to look you in the eye. you took in the sight of your boyfriend, eyes puffy and bloodshot, nose red and yet he managed to still look flawless. “that’s not fair,” you pouted. jinhyuk tilted his head to the side a little, a quizzical look on his face. “how do you look this good, even after crying? ah, I look like a whole clown after crying.” hearing this, jinhyuk laughs a little. “hey, are you agreeing? you’re supposed to say that I look great, no matter what.” you reply jokingly, laughing along with him and for a couple minutes, nothing but the symphony of you both’s laughter is heard in the room. jinhyuk rested his forehead against yours and said, “thank you, y/n, for everything; for being here, for making me feel better, for being in my life. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.”

what is this that i’m hearing about....  #바이나인_데뷔해

if this comes true, then i’d be over the moon, i’ll cry again, but instead of tears of sadness, they’ll be tears of happiness.

because think about it: if it includes all the nine members that couldn’t debut, they would make a great team, in my opinion. 

what are y’all’s thoughts on this?