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

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

i loved your latest with keumdong!

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

Hi I requested the Seungwoo drabble-it was great I loved it tysm💗

aww thank you darling! i’m glad you enjoyed it ☺️

Hi! I was the anon that requested that Wonjin mystery drabble. I completely understand how technology can fail us sometimes, but dw, it's okay! Keep up the good work and I look forward reading it!

I just posted it, love! check it out :))

wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.) 

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.”