Please Talk To Me About Sleepy Tired Hosh Being All Pouty And Confused And Cute

please talk to me about sleepy tired hosh being all pouty and confused and cute

hii, omg this is so cute!

hoshi coming back from the studio just after lunch, tired from long hours of practice and running on low sleep so when he comes to your apartment, heads straight to the shower and crashes into bed for a nap. you let him be because you know how hard he's been working lately and you are busy yourself making dinner for the both of you. when it's dinner time, you go to wake up hoshi, who's sleeping soundly, soft snores leaving his lips, his hair messily and cutely falling over his eyes. you smile as you gently hold his hand, and he instantly holds onto it. you decide to let him sleep, not having to heart to wake him up when he was sleeping so soundly. you go back to the kitchen and start to serve a plate of food for yourself when you hear soft footsteps and an hoshi's arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"good morning love", he says, his voice still laced with sleepiness. you chuckle.

"you mean good evening", you say as you turn around to look at him, the look of confusion on his face.

"huh no it's morning baby", he says, pouting ever so slightly.

"hoshi, it's evening, it's dinnertime", you add and he just looks even more confused.

"but it's 8 am", he says throught a frown, his voice soft and he tried to figure out what was going on.

"it's 8 pm", you say.

"no i slept through the whole day right, it felt like that", he adds, caging you between the counter and him as he hugs you again, tighter.

"someone must have had a really really good nap", you say as you hug him back and he sighs, only hugging you tighter.

"but i swear when i saw the time it said 8 am", he adds, not convinced, the pout and confusion even more evident on his face.

you only chuckle in response earning a confused 'what?' from him.

"you're just sleepy and confused and you're so cute right now", you tell, cupping his cheeks and giving them a small squeeze before pecking his lips.

"i swear it was 8 am", he mumbles to you, still not convinced. he's finally convinced when you show up him night sky and the time on his phone again and he just tells you again how it said 8 am and his phone was tricking him or something.

“hannie?”

“hi, my love,” jeonghan greets you sweetly, leaning back in his seat and cradling the phone to his ear. “everything okay?”

“mm. yeah.” your voice is soft, tentative — bordering on shy. you haven’t been shy with him in a while; it’s been ages since you started dating, but you always revert to your shyer nature when you’re asking jeonghan for something.

“okay,” he replies softly. “are you sure?”

a fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you stay silent. that definitely means you’re going to ask him for something. “what is it, gorgeous? need anything?”

you let out a small sigh of defeat, admitting. “i just wanted to know what time you’re coming home.” he doesn’t even have time to reply before you’re adding defensively — “it’s getting late, you know!”

jeonghan lets out a small, amused chuckle. “i know. you can go ahead and sleep, baby, don’t wait up. i’ve eaten too.” he adds the last sentence before you can ask, as you always do.

there’s another short pause as you dither over your words, instead turning beneath the duvet with a small pout.

“i can’t sleep,” you confess finally. “the bed’s too big without you.”

it’s jeonghan’s turn to stay quiet, feeling warmth blooming in his chest. you’re just so fucking — “cute,” he murmurs softly. “but we can’t have that, can we? i’ll be home soon, baby. i’m just about to leave, okay?”

there’s something relieved in your voice when you breathe out an “okay” and “see you soon” but jeonghan could never tease you for that. not when the same feeling is echoed by himself, at the thought of coming home to you.

an / i am sick and tired of not having my own yoon jeonghan. also this was requested by an irl 😭 aves i love u, u brat.

emergency contact {pt. 1} | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which an accident forces you to call your emergency contact. PAIRING. ex bf!choi seungcheol x gn!reader (ft. cousin!joshua but he’s only mentioned for the sake of plot) GENRE. angst, light fluff, exes to ??, hurt/comfort, second chances WARNINGS. mentions of an accident and speeding (drive safely, please!), mentions of a vague break-up, depiction of injuries, implied that reader struggles w/ mental health and goes to therapy WORD COUNT. 1919

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 →

The moment Seungcheol got the call from the hospital, he knew that something was wrong. 

Without a second thought, he abandons everything in a fleet of urgency, almost as if he lost control of his entire body. He feels the intense pounding of his heart and the anxiety flowing through his veins as the thoughts of you lingering in the dark corners of his mind come back to him.

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under the sun [woozi]

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 9.3k~

warnings: food mention. jihoon being a little standoffish at first and cold to reader a few times. happy ending. also warning for song lyrics written in italics since music is a huge part of jihoon’s fic. also bare minimum proofreading rn, sorry!!

daisy’s notes: my man… i learned while writing this that he apparently is 5′5″ and not 5′4″ like i thought. when will the lies stop. man might be a half inch taller than me. im crying /j

summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world… and between you and one of them.

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[also: i removed a few people from the taglist who hadn’t engaged with seokmin’s part. if you’d like to be added back (or added to the taglist in general), please send in an ask!]

Jihoon was someone who always took time to warm up to people. Everyone knew this (except for you, he thought, unless someone told you–he wouldn’t blame them if they did), Jihoon knew this, and he knew that there was likely little chance for him to budge easily on things like this. He was protective of the group, after all. Even when Chan came, a month before you did, Jihoon grew more used to him. He felt comfortable sharing his music (something Jihoon always held tight to his chest and only shared occasionally) with Chan, with Hansol who seemed to understand him on a different level than the others. Everyone respected his boundaries, and that did include you. He remembered the way you wanted to back out when he was singing to Seungkwan. Even though both he and Hansol were younger, he understood why they both (lightly) scolded him for putting things away when you were around. He knew that he was likely hurting you by being so… exclusive toward you. If he didn’t try to be kinder to you, then you’d grow to hate him. And then you’d leave, wouldn’t you? If you thought he (and anyone else) hated you?

Yet all of those thoughts went straight out the window when he saw you pick up one of his notebooks to move it aside–only panicking when you started to open it.

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close as strangers | wen junhui

ミ★ synopsis: in a world where everyone forgot who wen junhui is—you remembered. [ based on spiderman: no way home ]

ミ★ genre: spiderman!jun, strangers to lovers!au (kinda?), angst, some humor, some fluff

ミ★ warnings: brief mentions of violence, contains some spoilers from nwh so if you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read until you watch !! ^^

ミ★ word count: 7,650

ミ★ pairings: junhui x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys !! long time no oneshot </3 i got this idea after i watched spiderman no way home and was like :000 let me write what i literally want to happen LMAO this was actually for my own self indulgence, and i got the grand idea that jun would be such a cute spiderman ?!? anyways… i hope you guys like this one ! make sure to give jun lots of love <333

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