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awwww thank you so much 💕💕 I have one more to post tonight so stay tuned ;)

ikon bobby + 12? :)

yayyy I love bobby!! here it is, I hope you enjoy the read! I had too much fun writing this one! this one was slightly longer than the usual size of my drabbles :-) also I think a lot of the stuff I write tends to be college!aus lol rip

12. he sees you gushing over... biology.

[11:23 p.m.] you’re a college freshman, and you’re a biology major. was anyone surprised when you told them this? absolutely not. you know why you wanted to major in bio, it’s because you loved the subject. you found everything regarding biology fascinating, no matter how tedious the classes generally are. “gee, no wonder you’re a STEM major, literally all you’ve been doing this weekend is studying,” your roommate yerim nags. you had an exam in five days, and you needed to be ready. “I need to do well on this exam, yerim. my grade in the class is on the line.” yerim sits on your desk as you pull at your hair, eyes closed. “y/n, I think you need to take a break. it’s good for you, and besides, you have a few more days to study. and it’s saturday night! come on, live a little. I promise you if you fail your exam, I’ll never take you out again. just come with me tonight?” you open your eyes and look at her. “fine! just give me a few minutes to get ready. where are we going?” yerim smiles before saying, “a frat party I was invited to, now hurry!” she pushes you towards your closet from there. a frat party, you’ve heard, is not a good idea. especially for freshmen girls like yourself. but, yerim confirmed with her seniors (and you do trust them because they’re sensible people) that the fraternity that you’ll be going to has a clean reputation compared to some of the other ones. 

the name of this frat is lambda delta, yerim tells you as you two walk out of the dorms. “oh yeah, and apparently they’re also super hot.” your eyes met yerim’s face, who was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and nudging your side with her elbow. you clicked your tongue in playful annoyance and pushed her elbow away. “I’m not interested in looking for a man, I’m here to have a good time, hopefully. and if I don’t enjoy myself tonight, we’re cutting this place from my list, okay? or you can come here with someone else next time.” yerim rolls her eyes, and whines, “okay, but at least we can check it out today! and y/n, try to have fun, alright?” you pout but still nod. eventually, you guys make it to the frat house; you see a lambda and a delta on their yard, with lights around the letters. you can see crowds of people outside the door socializing, drinking and laughing. looks fun, you think, but I shouldn’t base the party off of this. you follow yerim inside the house and immediately, the floor beneath you feels sticky. grossed out, you scrunch your nose at the stench of alcohol, and artificial fruit smells that could only come from exhaled juuls. “this is a college frat house party for sure.” you mumble under your breath. you two don’t get too far into the house when a guy comes in front of you two. he’s got sepia hair, prominent cheekbones, and a long nose. he smiles and introduces himself over the loud bass. “hi, there,” he screams, “I’m hanbin, a member of this frat. is this your first time here? you look like freshmen.” hanbin doesn’t really pick it up as he explains the rules of the house: no illegal substances, nothing that makes someone else uncomfortable and always ask for consent.

“pretty standard rules if you ask me. do you want something to drink?” you ask yerim as hanbin walks away. “a jungle juice would be nice,” yerim chuckles, and shoots you a wink. you ask her to wait in a corner and grab her jungle juice in one red cup, and water for yourself in the other. you take the cups and manage to skillfully pass through the tight spaces created by the people there. you find yerim and hand her the concoction, and she leans over to see what’s in your cup, before looking up at you and blinking. “water? you’re at a frat house, and you’re drinking water?” you turn towards her and are about to start talking, and yerim knows that she made a mistake. “do you know the various benefits water has for you, compared to alcohol? for one, it won’t mess with my brain by releasing neurotransmitters like GABA or dopamine, unlike alcohol. also, because that jungle juice crap has such a high concentration of alcohol that once it hits your bloodstream, not only does it affect your brain, it affects your liver, kidneys and even your heart. plus, you need a sober friend to take you home after this, and I’d rather be the sober friend than be shit-faced.” yerim makes a sour face, and you hear a “you’re no fun,” before she walks off, the red cup still clutched in her hand. you’re not alone for long, though, because moments later, a boy comes in front of you with a sharp jawline and a crooked smile. he runs his free hand through his purple hair, and smirks, “so drinking this,” he motions to the cup in his other hand, “can be bad for me? I heard you give a great explanation earlier to your friend.” your eyebrows shoot up at his curiosity, which leads you to ask, “you want me to tell you why...alcohol is bad for you?”

pretty soon, you two (you learn that his name is jiwon but people call him bobby) are sitting outside, on the porch and he’s also switched his beverage out for water. so you both keep sipping your waters, while you answer any sort of questions he has. “wow, how do you know all this stuff?” this seems to set a spark in your eyes, and bobby can see it, because the minute he asks you this, you go off and tell him how much you adore learning biology. “what’s there not to like about it? I mean, you learn so much about yourself, as well as the world around you. you learn about what can potentially benefit you, as well as other creatures that you may not even think about in the beginning. and then it’s all really just a cycle but it’s the most fascinating cycle ever, and there’s still so much more left to learn.” you look back at bobby to see him admiring you, a small smile settled on his face. you blush and clear your throat, which took him out of his trance. “sorry if I sound like I’m rambling, I get that biology is boring for a lot of peo-” “no, keep going.” no one’s ever seemed to show any interest when you talk about biology, especially in a setting similar to this one. “are you sure?” you nervously tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. bobby giggles, “yeah, I’m genuinely interested. plus, you’re cute when you ramble.” you were taken aback slightly by the last part, which bobby seemed to notice. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” and he scratched the back of his head. biting your lip, you shake your head, “I’m not.” just then, yerim comes out of the house and wobbles over to you. “y/nnnn, there you areee, let’s go. I’m tireddd.” she whines pulling your arm. you give bobby an apologetic look and he smiles, his eyes becoming half-moons, and he pulls out his phone. “maybe we can talk more about this tomorrow, over lunch?” you bite back a wide smile, and nod, giving him your number. he sends you a text which says, “it’s bobby :) text me when you’re back at the dorm” you reply, and then you say bye to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bobby.” and you leave, not forgetting to thank yerim in the morning when you’re tending to her hangover.

18 with Seungyoun? (x1)

here you go!! I hope you enjoy it~~ (also slightly steamy in the end)

18. “that’s hot.”

[5:39 p.m.] “and so long story short, eunsang and dongpyo are finally out of the basement they somehow managed to lock themselves in.” seungyoun’s voice rings through your speakerphone. you giggle at the antics of your younger friends. “oh, by the way. seungyoun, are you free tomorrow night? wheein told me about a couple’s salsa class, at the dance studio near your dorm. she’s going with her boyfriend. and she invited us. what do you say?” seungyoun hums in thought before giddily replying, “sounds fun! I’ll pick you up?” “yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow then. love you!” “love you too, babe! bye!” and seungyoun ends the call. you don’t know how to explain the emotions going through you right now: you’re happy because you get to spend time with your boyfriend, especially since his debut is around the corner. you’re also nervous because you have a secret, which is that you dance (really well), but you don’t dance in front of others. call it an insecurity of yours or maybe it’s just your introverted self, but only about three or four other people have seen you dance before. this is the first time you’ll dance in front of seungyoun or even anyone you’ve ever dated. so for you, this is a huge step to be taking, and all you can hope for is that you don’t embarrass yourself or seungyoun tomorrow. 

24 hours later, here you are, walking to the dance studio with seungyoun, hands interlocked. “I’ve never seen you dance before, this is going to be fun.” you nervously avert your gaze from seungyoun’s face and onto the concrete, shifting between your shoes and his. “what’s wrong?” seungyoun asks, with concern laced in his voice. “do you not want to do this?” you look into his eyes for a split second and sigh. “it’s not that I don’t want to do this, it’s just that, I’m shy to dance in front of you,” you mumbled the last part, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but he did because he started laughing loudly. “babe! you’re too cute, do you know that? hey, don’t be nervous, I’m looking forward to seeing how well you move to the beat of the music,” he boops your nose, and before you know it you are standing in front of the dance studio. before going in, seungyoun takes both your hands and looks you in the eye. “listen, y/n, if you’re uncomfortable, in any way, then we don’t have to go. we can just ditch this and go bowling or something.” you shook your head, and replied confidently, “I’m sure I want to do this, I have to overcome this ‘fear’ of dancing in front of other people. I’m fine, thank you for your concern though, babe. let’s go, we’ll be late.” you drag him in behind you, entering the dance studio. you scope the area for wheein and her boyfriend. it’s not hard because she spots you first, and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over. you and seungyoun make your way towards them.

you exchange small talk with them until you hear a loud, “good evening!” radiating across the room. the salsa instructor smiles wide through her painted red lips. she’s wearing a black dress with red, high heeled shoes. her partner joins her a few moments later; his hair is slicked back and he’s adorned in a black and red frilly shirt and black slacks. “welcome my beautiful little lovebirds! I’m carmela, and joined with me today is my husband, fernando. are we ready to salsa tonight?” scattered cheers and claps are heard, which causes carmela to shake her head. “I need more energy than that. again, are we ready to dance?” this time, everyone collectively raises their voices of approval, including you four. “then let’s begin!” fernando exclaims and then they started teaching you all basics. you slowly began feeling yourself, getting the hang of every sway and roll you needed to do, as well as the intense footwork. no less than an hour later, you and seungyoun, along with the other couples, begin following fernando and carmela. there comes a part where seungyoun places his hands on your hips and you’re supposed to sway them. well, when you do, seungyoun slightly yanks you towards him, pressing his body against yours, and he lowly whispers in your ear, “that’s hot.” you’re thankful that your cheeks are red because you’re dancing and are exhausted, because it concealed any sort of blushing caused by seungyoun’s comment. you keep following the dance instructor, taking into note the tightening of seungyoun’s grip on your hips and the increasing intensity of his dancing. “alright excellent job, everyone. let’s take a water break!” fernando calls out and everyone retreats to their respective corners of the room. seungyoun drags you to an isolated corner and traps you against the wall, with both hands on either side of your head. “why don’t we ditch the class?” he heavily breathes out. “why? we’re having fun, right?” you innocently question, to which he chuckles before leaning in and saying against your lips, “I like the way your body moves, and I wanna see more of it... in private.” needless to say, you decided to leave the class early and when you tell wheein on your way out, she sends you a text saying “girl go get some” (spoiler alert: you did ;) )

1 with Jinhyuk? (pdx)

here it is! I had fun writing this one too, I hope you enjoy the read!!

1. things get messy the first time you meet.

[12:35 p.m.] finals week is a pain. that is something everyone can agree on; whether they’re high school finals or graduate school finals, everyone dreads the two weeks of studying and more studying, and a little more studying before going into their exams before either absolutely bombing them or absolutely passing them with flying colors. you would think that after seven semesters, you would have tackling finals in the bag. oh, how you’ve never been more wrong. here you sat: in the local campus cafe, your notes splayed out in front of you and different colored highlighters decorating said notes. you’ve been sitting there for about four hours now. it’s routine at this point: you study for an hour, then take a 15 min break and go get yourself a small latte. you would sip it slowly before realizing you had five minutes, then you would resort to chugging the hot coffee, and then you would continue studying. as of currently, you’re done with differential calculus, biochemistry and are about 80% through with inorganic chemistry. you look at the time and decide to take another break. you get up and head to the cash register with your wallet. you give the cashier your card as she says, “coming right up, y/n!” you give her a quick ‘thank you’ before returning to your seat and stretching a little. you know it’s dangerous to ingest the amount of caffeine you’ve had today, because you’re sure you’ve had enough to coffee to keep you awake for a year. but, you’ll do anything to pass that final. even if it means becoming a jittery mess by the end of it.

“one small vanilla latte for y/n!” the girl calls out, shaking you out of your thoughts. you beeline over to the serving station, where you pick up your coffee and turn around when BAAM. the coffee is pushed into your chest and spills all over your hoodie, the cup and its lid now abandoned onto the floor. you look up at the person who’s pushed the hot beverage against you to find it to be none other than lee jinhyuk, campus flirt and also top science student. you briefly know of each other because you’ve shared a handful of classes these past four years, but you’ve never actually spoken to each other. his eyes widen at the growing mess now splashed on your black hoodie and it was at this moment that you were glad you had a thick hoodie on, although you could slightly feel the warmth of the coffee that managed to seep through the fabric. “I’m so sorry, y/n! are you okay?” jinhyuk’s voice rings in your ears, and you just blink back at him. the color begins draining from his face as he sees your gaze gradually becoming more venomous by the second. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. then you exhale, and you open them back up before giving jinhyuk a deathly smile. “it’s all good. i’m just going to go take a seat.” you grab the napkins jinhyuk frantically held in his hands and start dabbing at your hoodie, grumbling with low set eyes and you walk back over to your seat. not less than ten minutes later, a chair is pulled in front of you, and jinhyuk sits with two styrofoam cups in his hands. “here,” he offers you something. you look up at him and the steam radiating from the hot liquid. you assume it’s his way of apologizing, and right now, you need to take a break from chemistry, or you will lose it.

“thank you, jinhyuk.” you take a sip and your eyes shut in pleasure. it’s the same coffee you had ordered not too long ago; the coffee that you were now wearing. “how’d you know what it was?” you ask him, and he smiles, perhaps relieved that you didn’t lash out on him, or anything. “I’m personally not a coffee drinker myself; I prefer tea, but I asked the barista what you ordered, and she just told me what it was. so I ordered one. I’m sorry about dropping your coffee.” you take another sip of the liquid, before shaking your head, “it’s not a big deal, really. I guess I just... was moody. you know what finals can do to a person. I should be the one apologizing for the way I talked to you. it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve payed attention.” nodding, he drank his beverage. “is that inorganic chemistry?” you motions with his eyebrows towards the endless stack of papers sitting in front of you. you nod weakly, which then leads him to ask, “do you mind if I look at your notes?” you push them towards him. he picks them up and scans over them, inwardly noting how cute the little drawings of flowers and hearts were, adorned in the corners of the papers. “do you want me to help explain this to you?” you raised your eyebrows in protest. “no, I’m good. I don’t wanna keep you from studying or anything. you probably need to study for your exams too. thank you for the offer, but really, I’ll be fine.” jinhyuk leans in a bit, and the tips of your ears began to heat up. “listen, I don’t mind helping you study. I only have my inorganic chemistry final left, so if anything I’ll be helping the both of us out. and, if I can get the opportunity to study with a pretty girl like you, then of course I’m going to take it.” your eyebrows shot up at this. jinhyuk smirked at your silence and got up. “so i’ll see you at the library later at 5, deal? now come with me, let’s go get some food in you and not caffeine.” and with that, jinhyuk helps you pack you stuff and takes you by the hand towards the school cafeteria, and you follow, admiring the way your hand looks intertwined with his.

hey! can you please write keumdong + 17? thank you! hopefully this request doesn't trouble you too much :)

aww it wasn’t much trouble at all! thank you for requesting it, I really hope you like it!!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[5:47 p.m.] your day’s been nothing short of awful. this morning when you were leaving to university, you forgot to get gas, so you had to rush to a gas station. because of that, you were late to class, and your TA called you out in front of everyone. then, as if matters couldn’t get worse, you bought a coke from a vending machine and when you opened it, the fizz leaked out of the bottle and into your hands, causing a small spill. the spill was on carpet but your hands were all sticky and you felt bad, so you grabbed napkins and attempted to soak up the spilled beverage. then you went to wash your hands, only for the bathroom to run out of paper towels and there was no hand dryer either. so you left your university, hands wet and a frown etched on your face. you drove back to your apartment and halfway through you realized that you forgot to print something out that you needed the next morning for class, and you’re not sure if you ever replaced the ink cartilage in your printer. once you parked your car, you trudged into your apartment. “this day can’t get any worse.” you say aloud, sheer annoyance in your voice. you changed out of your school clothes and into pajamas. you had just sat down on your couch, after your incredibly long day, and right then, you get a phone call. it’s from your boss; he tells you that he won’t need you to come in for the week, because they’re trying to change around the schedule for some reason. you, with a shaky voice tell him it’s okay before hanging up the call.

that’s the final straw, and you just break down then and there. tears of frustration roll down your pink cheeks and you’re furiously wiping away at them. you’re groaning in frustration, and just then, you hear your door unlock. you lean your head back on the couch, still crying and you hear rushed footsteps getting closer to you. “y/n, oh my god, is everything okay?” you feel the back of your head starting to throb in pain, and you clench your teeth. “donghyun, can you just hold me?” hearing your broken voice ignites some ache inside of him, as if his heart was ripped out of his chest. he’s never heard you like this; you’ve always been his strong y/n, and no matter what happened to you throughout the day, he would always walk in on a smiling you. you just hold him tight, arms squeezed around his waist, and your head buried in his abdomen. he cradles you in his arms, occasionally patting your back, and until he’s absolutely sure you’ve calmed down to an extent, he gently hold your head in his hands, and picks up your head. you look at him with red eyes and a red nose. you still look breathtaking to him, he thinks, and then he asks, “do you wanna talk about it?” after having him sit on the couch, you lay your head in his lap and tell him about your day, and he threads his fingers through your hair, separating the strands. he listens to each word coming out of your mouth and you see different emotions flash through his eyes as you narrate your day further on. after some moments of silence, you looks down on you, orbs running across your features and then softly says, “my strong y/n is still as strong as she was when I met her five years ago. you’ve gone through so much today, and you are still so strong. you can handle more than you think but of course there are days that will end like this. that’s life, and we have to be head strong and tackle them, which you did, really well. I’m so proud of you, honey. but I think you deserve a happy ending today, as you should everyday.”

he kisses your forehead tenderly, and wipes any remaining tears that bunched up in the corners of your eyes. “tell you what, why don’t you chill here for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.” he rushed into your bedroom, and you can hear the faintest of sounds, but you can’t quite decipher what they actually are. you lean your back into the couch yet again and close your eyes. silence fills the room and your breathing slows down when suddenly, two arms engulf you, and you’re alarmed. “it’s fine, I’ve got you, princess.” donghyun says into your hair, as he carries you bridal-style to your bedroom, passing through it and stopping in the bathroom. you see your bathtub full, with the remnants of a bath bomb, bubbles floating on the surface. you see candles lit on the corners of the tub and your shower speaker is on and connected to a playlist you liked. you feel donghyun tugging your clothes off of you before he began to undress. slowly stepping into the tub, he held your hand and helped you in as well. he sat on one end, legs stretched out to the other end and he pulls you against him so that your back is in direct contact with his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist, but not tight. just enough to feel like your in his embrace. “this is so sweet, donghyun. thank you for this.” you rest your head back in the junction between his collarbone and neck, and tilt your head up to leave a small peck under his jaw. he reciprocates by leaning down and placing small kisses on your shoulder. “anything for you, my love.”

no. 2 w/ kim sihun? (pdx101) thank u! i love ur writing

hello! thanks for the request and super thanks for the compliment, I’m touched! also, the prompt is a little vague for personalizing purposes, just so I can choose what works for the muse, so hopefully you enjoyed this!

2. {insert cheesy pick up line} (original prompt) 

for sihoon: “I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.”

[9:45 a.m.] work at dr. ahn’s office was the same every morning; you came in at nine and clocked in before checking any voicemails. then, you made the doctor’s schedule and gave it to him, debrief him about his day and go back to your desk. you made your coffee and sat down as you usually do when you get a call. “this is dr. ahn’s office, how may I help you?” your co-worker hana answers the phone. you faintly hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but hana then says, “do you need to see him right away? I can find out if he’s free.” you assume she’s referring to the doctor, so you check his schedule and see that he doesn’t have an appointment until 11. “he’s free ‘till 11,” you whisper to hana, and she gives you a thumbs up before relaying this information to the person on the phone. “okay, we will see you in 15 minutes then, sir. alright, bye-bye.” hana goes to let dr. ahn know about the appointment, and you see the notes she’s jotted down while she was on the phone call. scribbled down messily, you were able to decipher “EMERGENCY: FRACTURES ON BOTH WRISTS”. oh no, you think, I wonder what happened? hana comes back some minutes later, and you ask her, “do you know what happened to the patient?” she shakes her head and tells you, “I’m not sure. All I know is that he fractured both of his wrists. I asked him why, and he seemed somewhat reluctant to tell me, so now I’m more curious.” shrugging your shoulders, you get back to your work, typing away on your keyboard. by this time, one or two patients have come in, to which hana gives the necessary paperwork to complete. the clinic increasingly becomes busier but it’s nothing either your or hana can’t handle.

one by one, patients come and leave the office, with dr. ahn providing you with their prescriptions and bill. just as one patient was leaving with her child, a young man walked in, who looked like he was about your age, and he brought (you assume) his friend with him, who held the door open for him. the man’s hands were in a strange position and he clenched his jaw in pain. his friend came up to the counter. “hi, I called in earlier today, my friend fractured his wrists?” he’s incredibly handsome, you think and it seems hana can sense what you’re thinking, because she pushes the paperwork over to him and says, “can I have your friend come in? I will need to take his vitals.” the boy in front of you looks up at hana, before hodding and helping his friend through the door. once hana was able to take the patient into one of the rooms, the boy went and sat back down in the waiting area, filling out the form. you continued your work, and from time to time, snuck glances at the boy. smooth skin, a steep angle on his nose bridge and bright eyes are some of his many key points. he was gorgeous. you don’t wanna seem creepy or anything, because you don’t even know the guy so in embarrassment, you snap your eyes back onto your screen. “excuse me,” the boy is now in front of you. he bites down on his lip slightly, and you can see the shadow of a dimple imprinted into his cheek. “here’s the paper work.” he hands you the clipboard with the small stack of papers. you take it from him and mumble a small, but audible “thank you.” you begin typing in the information; it seemed that the patient’s name was eunsang, and the friend that brought him here (that you were ogling) was named sihoon. “do you mind if I ask you something?” you ask sihoon, who’s still standing at your counter. he blinks, motioning for you to continue. “what happened to your friend? he fractured both wrists; that’s not a very common injury. sure, we’ve seen one wrist fractured or the other but never both at the same time. sorry if I seem too invasive or anything, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to..” you notice a small smile growing on his face, then he clears his throat, “I shouldn’t make fun of it, but since you asked, eunsang tripped over a blanket.” sihoon tells you this, then bursts out laughing. you feel a tiny smile growing on your face before you scold yourself to not laugh at the discomfort of a patient. how rude of you. “really? that’s possible?” “can you believe it? I was at his house, then..” and from here, sihoon tells you the hilarious story of how he asked eunsang for a glass of water, and on his way back his feet got caught in his blanket and that’s how he fell.

you wipe the corners of your eyes, “although I shouldn’t be laughing at this at all, I never would have imagined that one small slip can cause such an injury.” just then, you hear dr. ahn coming out, walking alongside eunsang whose wrists now have casts on them, and behind the two of them is hana, who made copies of eunsang’s prescriptions and bill. “now eunsang, I’m going to need you to be very careful with your wrists, okay, no hard pressure and nothing too strenuous. I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive for a few days, so you will need to arrange for a ride.” as dr. ahn advised him, eunsang turned his head to sihoon, and jokingly said, “looks like you’re going to be my chauffeur.” sihoon laughed at this and his nose scrunched up all cute. you took note of this and eunsang thanked the doctor once more before heading out with sihoon. they stop by the door, and before they leave sihoon comes back to you, and your eyebrows shoot up as he gestured for you to come closer with his hand. you lean in an he tells you, “can I make an appointment with you, maybe tomorrow for some lunch? I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.” you chuckle at his cheesy pun, before taking a scrap of paper and jotting your number down. you hand him the note and say, “text me when you’re free, and we can arrange something.” sihoon leaves you with one last dimpled smile and a wave before heading back out with eunsang. who knew the things that would stem out of an injury like that?