The Whiplash I Got Hearing Skeletons Playing In Gose

the whiplash i got hearing skeletons playing in gose

' ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE ' | c. hansol

synopsis : the one where you get into an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend vernon, but neither of you seem to mind that much pairing : vernon x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, non-idol au, fluff, little bit of angst

part one | part two | part three

from reese, with love <3

ooooh- little bit of angst this time around hehe thank you for reading and all the love for the first part! i enjoy reading all of your thoughts <3 hope you're all doing well and taking care !!

in a daisy for you | w.jh

pairing: badboy!junhui x fem!reader

genre: fluff

w/c: 1K

warnings: none

summary: nothing can stop wen junhui from constantly following you around and asking you out. but maybe this time might be different?

a/n: this is so cute, someone do this for me

Junhui pulled up outside of the library, the rumble of his motorbike fading as he switched off the engine. He removed his helmet, revealing a head of perfectly styled dark locks. His fingers ran through his hair, ensuring it was just right. The silver earrings hanging from his ear glinted in the sunlight as he adjusted his leather jacket, leaning casually against his bike as he waited. The anticipation of seeing you put a mischievous grin on his face. 

“I told you not to wait for me anymore, Wen,” you called out, your voice laced with a scowl. 

Junhui turned around, his wolfish grin undeterred. Despite your scowl, he could sense a glimmer of excitement in your eyes. "Come on, Y/n, admit it. You're happy to see me," he teased, giving you a playful once-over. "You stopped wearing those skirts I love." 

A pink flush spread across your cheeks. "It's cold, Wen," you retorted, defending your choice of practical jeans over a short skirt in the chilly weather. 

"I know a way to make you hot, both of us hot," he replied, his voice laced with suggestion. He ran his tongue over his lip, twirling a strand of your hair around his fingers. 

Rolling your eyes, you responded firmly, "Go bother someone else, Wen. I'm not interested, as I've said a hundred times." You pushed past him, determined to brush off his advances. However, Junhui wasn't willing to let you slip away so easily. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, gently spinning you back around to face him. The space between you narrowed, and your breath hitched at the proximity. One small step forward, and your lips would have met. 

But instead of making a move, Junhui surprised you by saying, "I've got something for you." He noticed your reluctance and added, "Close your eyes." 

You protested, "Why? Are you going to kidnap me or something?" 

A mischievous smile danced on his lips. "Or something. Now just close them," he insisted, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. Reluctantly, you shut your eyes, suppressing the urge to sneak a peek. The silence hung in the air, and you hoped he wouldn't do anything foolish. After a moment, Junhui carefully placed something in your hair. "Now open." 

Slowly, you reached up, pulling out what he had placed in your hair. In your palm lay a delicate, single daisy. Confusion flickered across your face as you looked at Junhui. Sensing your bewilderment, he brought out a beautifully arranged bouquet from behind his back. Blushing, you admired the bouquet, noticing the elegant white flowers with delicate touches of yellow. It was clear that this gift must have cost a significant amount of money. 

Junhui was known as a typical "bad boy," someone who enjoyed casual flings, but he wasn't the type to steal. You knew that much. So, he must have bought the bouquet for you.

"These flowers symbolize innocence and purity, just like you," he explained with a boyish grin. "Do you like them?" 

Your eyes softened as you looked at the bouquet in awe. "Yeah, I love them," you replied sincerely, twirling the flowers in your hands. "They must have cost a lot." 

"Well, if it's for you, then it was worth every penny," Junhui said, his affection for you shining through his words.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you questioned, "But why did you do it?" 

Junhui ran a hand through his recently dyed black hair, replacing the previous blonde. "Because I like you," he confessed, reaching out to hold your hand. Surprisingly, you didn't pull away, allowing him to lace his fingers with yours. "And yeah, I really like you."

Your skepticism lingered as you replied, "You don't like me, Junhui. You think you like me, but it's different." 

Frustration tinged his voice as he countered, "It isn't! You don't understand, Y/n. I like you in a way that I want to date you. I know you might bring up my past behavior, but I've changed. I've changed for you. You're amazing and incredible, and words can't describe you. I like the way your cheeks flush when I compliment you, the way you're so smart and talented that the teachers adore you. I don't think you realize how long I've been crushing on you. You have this ability to make people smile when you walk into a room. There are times when you're just so perfect that I can't believe you're even in my life. I know you might hate me and think I'm some kind of playboy, but I promise I won't be like that anymore. I just want you to know that I really do like you, and if you're willing, I'd love to take you out." 

His words held a sincerity you hadn't witnessed before. It wasn't that you didn't like Junhui; deep down, you did. But you had reservations, afraid of getting hurt. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you weighed your options, contemplating whether to give him a chance. After all, he had been pining over you for a month. 

Finally, you relented, saying, "Fine. I'll give you a chance." You watched as Junhui's face lit up with joy, a genuine smile spreading across his lips. "Thanks for the flowers as well," you added, twirling the bouquet in your hands. 

"You won't regret it, Y/n," he assured you, his eyes filled with hope. 

"I hope I don't," you replied, offering him a sweet smile. "I have to go now, but thanks for waiting for me." Standing on your tiptoes, you fluttered your eyes shut and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Junhui's face turned as red as a tomato, caught off guard by your affectionate gesture. He coughed, trying to regain his composure, as you giggled and turned to leave, your books in one hand and the bouquet of daisies in the other. 

By the time Junhui snapped out of his daze, you had already disappeared from sight. He brought his hand up to his cheek, feeling the warmth where your lips had touched. Blushing, he whispered to himself, "It's going to be a good day." With newfound determination, Junhui made a silent vow to cherish this opportunity and show you that his feelings were genuine.

radio star: a svt social media au

summary:  when yn accepts a job at her campus’ radio station her first year in uni, she didn’t expect she’d be anonymously singing stressed out university students to sleep. now, a year and a half in, she didn’t expect that there’d be people trying to figure out her identity either.

genre: college au, slice of life, humor, fluff, angst

pairing: ??? x f!reader

started: 020121

ended: 080321

updates: MWF (hopefully)

profiles one: pledis radio programs + hosts two: philosophy pals

parts one: is this fight club? two: joshua simp wbk  three: it’s just a twt account it can’t hurt me four: hannie care me five: flirting with the boss six: haha lit seven: goodbye dream team eight: two pretty best friends nine: gotta #stayhumble ten: heart went oops eleven: huh twelve: hong it’s on sight thirteen: just a theory fourteen: yn notice us challenge fifteen: u tried buddy sixteen: jeonghan live tweet event seventeen: ok gossip girl eighteen: kiss kiss fall in love szn nineteen: glitch in the simulation twenty: help !! twenty-one: shift in the universe twenty-two: escalator twenty-three: clogging up the tl twenty-four: wtf twenty-five: run away twenty-six: besties twenty-seven: emergency twenty-eight: yn protection squad twenty-nine: run away round two thirty: talk thirty-one: clearing the air thirty-two: caught thirty-three: thinking thirty-four: who do you love

bonus/extras ↳ little bonus updates i felt like writing to help add (?) to the story

—  whoismoonriver rates the pledis radio staff

—  jihoon doesn’t want to take a chance

—  wonwoo is at a loss for words

note; aaah my very first social media au !! after months of just reading sm aus I finally gathered up the courage to make a new blog and write the idea I’ve been mulling over for a while now !! please lmk if any of the links aren’t working and tysm for reading 💗 if you want to be on the taglist, just ask/message <33

for the requests, junhui is the type of partner to be so clingy even when you’re both alone, just always touching you in some way and never wanting to let you go

ANON. YOU GET IT.

[stay here with me] You roll over in your bed, the movement not helping at all to get you out of it-- not with the strong arm draped over your torso. Twisting back, you wrap your own arm behind Junhui, pressing a tired, simple kiss to his chin. "Jun... baby... We have to get up."

He groans, not opening his eyes. "Five more minutes."

You huff out a laugh. "You said that five minutes ago."

"Five more," he whines. His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer.

"Okay, okay," you relent. "You sleep some more. I know you're tired." Slowly, you pry Junhui's arm off your body and crawl out of bed. You've got to leave the house soon to meet up with someone, so as much as you'd like to stay in this peaceful moment with him, you pull yourself out of the room and into the kitchen.

Standing in front of the sink, you pour yourself a glass of water and bring it up to your lips. You hardly hear Junhui shuffling up to you until his arms wrap around your middle and his chin plops down on your shoulder. You chuckle.

"I thought you wanted five more minutes?"

He hums, still sleepy, eyes closed, his arms hugging you all snug and warm.

"I meant five more minutes with you."

when it's his birthday and you stayed up even if he said you don't have to

a/n: happy birthday, jun! just a little something from today's birthday live when he said he's happy about his abundance of schedule. very shortttt. idol!au, tw food and thats it?

You look up from your phone when you hear the front door clicks open, tired smile greeting your sleepy eyes and you're grasped in warm embrace before you can return his smile.

"I told you not wait up..." Jun exhales against your hair, though you can tell he's a little pleased despite his scolding tone.

"It's your birthday though." You say as you return his hold, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Jun looks at the clock on the wall, so bright against your dim living room that's only lit up by whatever's playing on the TV, its light telling him that it's two minutes past twelve.

"Not anymore." He says before pulling away to look at you, his nose nudges against your cheek, something he always does that weirdly feels more intimate to you even though his lips aren't touching your skin. "Thank you though. I appreciate it."

"I'd appreciate it too if you're resting well." You say quietly, still a little bitter about him filling up his schedules like he doesn't need sleep for two months straight. You understand that his work is important, that having a lot of schedules is a good thing, that he wants to keep proving himself and he wants to do his duties as an idol.

But you're afraid that he's not resting enough and it'll burn him out more than anything.

"I am, I really am." He cups your face and kisses your forehead. "You can ask any of the members."

Scrunching your face because you have nothing else to say, you stand up from the sofa and leave Jun alone in the living room as you say you'll get him some water. He mutters a thanks before he succumbs to the comfort of the sofa and places his arm over his eyes, a little too tired from his schedule of the day to notice that you're taking a little too long nor that there's no sound whatsoever from the water dispenser.

He jumps a little when you settle on his lap, not having heard you make your way back from the kitchen. When he opens his eyes, there's a cupcake with a single heart candle in front of his face, and you're looking at him with eyes so full of love he wants to question if he deserves it.

"Make a wish." You whisper like it's a secret.

"It's no longer my birthday though?" He smiles, amused, though his thumb caresses the skin of your arm and his gaze is giddy beyond measure.

"I don't care. Make a wish."

He breaks into a small laugh. You return his grin and watch him close his eyes for two seconds before he opens them again and blows the candle.

"What did you wish for?"

He smiles and takes away the cupcake from your hands, swiftly putting them on the coffee table beside the sofa before he leans in and whispers against your lips and dive into a kiss.

"Another birthday with you."