Also That Highlight Medley?????? I Cant Breathe???????

also that highlight medley?????? i can’t breathe???????

6 + koo jungmo?

thank you for requesting this! this was also shorter compared to my usual works but regardless of that, I hope you really like it~~

p.s. I changed the tense of the prompt in this one, but below is the original prompt.

6. “I sing that verse better than you.”

[3:11 p.m.] you are lazing around with jungmo today. you have one more week until summer’s officially over and you’ll be back to working again, and jungmo happened to be free this week, so you had him stay at your apartment with you. “what do you wanna do?” jungmo voices, his head in your lap as you scroll through social media on your phone. “hmm, I got nothing.” you throw your head back into the cushion of the couch and close your eyes, in thought. “how about a riff off?” jungmo suggests. you snicker at this and look down at him. “c’mon, babe, we both know how that’s going to turn out.” jungmo’s eyes display his confusion at your reaction, and you clarify, “you’ll do great because you sing professionally, but I’ll do better because I have amazing pipes, and I don’t even do this for a living.” you stick your tongue out, teasing him, to which jungmo dramatically scoffs, “is that a challenge? oh, you’re on, y/l/n!” 

and so you find yourself sitting with your legs crossed in front of jungmo, and you found a riff off category generator on the internet, which generated categories for you and you had to sing a song that corresponded with the category in under 20 seconds. “who goes first?” you ask him, the competitive spirit in your eyes evident to jungmo, and he smirks. “rock, paper, scissors. best of three.” you agree with his suggestion, and you play. he ends up winning, so he goes first. “edm songs” is the first category. “I’m starting the timer,” you tell him, gaze shifting between the screen and jungmo. then, as if he has a lightbulb moment, his eyes light up and he sings, “we got that power, power, 니가 나를 볼 때, 서로 같은 마음이 느껴질 때. power, power, 더 강해지는걸, Turn the music up now, now, now, now.” he sings, and his voice is clean. he’s so talented, you think in your head. but those sweet thoughts quickly fade away, and your competitive persona came forward again, as jungmo does a little dance. “I got a point! haah, in your face! this is fun, I like this game.” you squint your eyes at him, and tell him, “choose the next category.” he presses the mouse and it generates the next category: “songs of the 90′s”. you silently thank your luck, because 90′s and some decades before that are your forte. “starting the timer, good luck,” jungmo says, and starts the countdown. “나를 믿어주길 바래 함께 있어, Cause I’m your girl hold me baby 너를 닮아가는 내 모습 지켜봐줘, Stay with me last forever.” you hold jungmo’s hand and cheesily wink at him while singing this. his cheeks flush a bit, and you smile at your win. 

and this way, you two keep playing. it’s been a few rounds, but both of you seem to be getting songs that match the category. “okay, the last one, winner takes all. we’ll just choose the last category and whoever sings the song first wins. deal?” you stick your hand out for jungmo to shake, which he gladly does. “one, two, three.” you both countdown and click the button one last time. the generator lands on “love songs”. you two look at each other and as fast as lightning, your mouth opens as you sing, “나의 이쁜 이 맘 받아줄 수 있나요? Baby, 네 눈에 비친 우리, 너무나 좋은 걸,” and jungmo sings along with you, “이쁜 두 손잡고 , 멀리멀리 날아가고파. 오늘은, 유난히, 네가 이뻐 보인다.” you lean in, and peck his nose, “that song’s my favorite so far.” and jungmo looks away, a small smile growing on his face. he leans back and watches as you celebrate your victory, dancing a little, before pulling you into his lap, completely startling you. “I sang that verse better than you, maybe I should become a trainee, too.” then he kisses you square on the lips, without warning. you kiss his back, hands immediately coming up to cup his cheeks, and his hand rubs up and down your back. he pulls away, and smiles, “you would do lovely as a trainee, my flower. you sing really well, but I knew that already. you’d shine doing anything.” you blush and hide your face in his neck. he laughs and whispers, “hey, I love you.” and you leave a series of pecks on his shoulder and neck before mumbling loud enough against his skin, “I love you too.”

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 ;) )

For the mystery drabble game-Seungwoo and 7?

here it is, thank you for requesting this! I hope you really like it!! this is slightly shorter than some of the other stuff I’ve written, but I hope you enjoyed the read regardless

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[2:27 p.m.] you are a very particular person; you like your toast crunchy, you set three alarms in the morning otherwise you won’t wake up on time, and you plan what you’ll be making for dinner monday through friday on the weekend. that’s just how you were, and it’s never bothered you or anyone around you. in fact, because of your precise personality, many of your friends and family have praised you for being so detail-oriented. but that’s a different story for a different time. one thing that tagged along with your particularity was that when you would do any sort of online shopping, once made available, you would track your package. you’ve always done it and it never seems to fail you. you are always guaranteed to receive your package when the mail service says so, and to this day, they’ve never disappointed you. but, maybe sometimes unexpected things happen, seldom to teach particular people like you some sort of lesson. 

you’ve just checked your email and clicked the one regarding your most recent amazon delivery. you ordered a step-by-step calligraphy guidebook and a set of calligraphy pens you’ve been dying to get your hands on. now that both things are here, you can’t wait to embark on your newly-found hobby. you whistle down to your mailbox and unlock the small metal door. sure enough, with some spam mail, a few coupons for the pizza place down the street and some bills, your package lies for you to open. grabbing your mail and shoving it between your arm and shoulder blade, you lock up the mailbox door and head back up to your apartment. you unlocked the door to the cozy space and plop yourself down on the couch. you sort through your mail and put them in appropriate piles, then you open up your package. instant shock runs through your veins as you try to decipher the products you’ve just unboxed. you expected a cute little calligraphy how-to guide and your colorful calligraphy pens, just waiting to be used. instead, you’ve unwrapped the manila-colored packaging to reveal hair gel, a mini buddha statue and a small bottle of propolis. huh, you think, amazon’s messed up before, but never this badly. upon further inspection and out of sheer curiosity, you looked back at the packaging these items came in, and your heart stopped. this package wasn’t yours, it belonged to han seungwoo, one of your neighbors and one of the most attractive human beings you’ve ever laid your eyes on. he’s the quiet, shy boy who you sometimes hear humming to himself in the elevator or the one who’s super friendly to mrs. jung, your older neighbor who you’ve always seen as your grandmother. “shit,” you curse under your breath, “what is he going to think, that someone stole his package? I should go return this stuff to him, as soon as possible.” you check the time, and you hope that he is home now. so you gather the items in your hands and head over to his apartment.

he’s not too far from you; if you go down the hallway and then take a right, he’s somewhere in the middle. just to confirm his address, you brought the ripped up amazon packaging, too, and find his front door. you knock with one hand, trying to balance the items in the other. not even two minutes later, the door opens to reveal a smiling seungwoo, who’s wearing a t-shirt that beautifully flatters the tattoo peeking on his collarbone. “uh, I believe I have some stuff for you,” you tell him before handing him the things. “oh? I didn’t know amazon had your neighbors delivering stuff to you,” he teased, although you could see a growing pink on his cheeks. it was your turn to shy away from as you tell him shamefully, “I may have received it in my mailbox, and I may have also ripped it open in excitement because I was anticipating something else. so... that’s why I’m here. I’m so sorry,” you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture seungwoo notices makes you look angelic. but he pushes those thoughts to the side and clears his throat, before saying, “it’s not a big deal. actually, I’m glad you’re here because I have your package. of course, I didn’t open it or anything,” -you glare at him with your eyes squinted- “but I have it here for you, safe and sound. let me grab it real quick,” and he steps into his apartment. a short few minutes later, he’s back at the door, and your package is in his hand. you grab it from him and subconsciously take note of the light zing you felt as his fingertips grazed your own. “see you around, y/n.” he softly smiles, before closing the door and you’re on your way back. you check the package as you walk back to your apartment, to find your name on it (thank god) and you see, scribbled down on the bottom, “meet me for coffee this weekend? XXX-XXX-XXXX” and just maybe, you wished the mailman would screw up again like this in the future.

uwu

lol it’s always uwu hours here :) 

ugh I love this so much omg