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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

▷ jjh x reader

▷ 0.5k words, inspired by the platters' only you

a/n: yeah so,,, had to indulge my jaehyun heart a little and i was just feeling this song 🤧😔 (couldn't wait until the jaehyun taylor swift au lmfaoo)

Oooonly yooouuu~ The sweet, deep voice crooned after the guitar, a stark contrast to the weeping that had once filled the apartment.

You whirled around, a stupid grin slapped on your face as you laughed through the tears cascading down the slopes of your cheeks. "You're so—you're so stupid."

Jeong Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deeply indented into his soft cheek. "Stupidly good," he corrected you as he made his way from the vinyl record player and to the couch. You had made yourself into a little cocoon of blankets and snotted tissue paper within the thirty minutes you had arrived home, stood up from your Valentine's date, having called Jaehyun on the way. 

To be completely honest, Jae was pissed that some idiot guy had stood you up, today of all days. He had happily excused himself from his own half-hearted date (a date he only accepted because you were going out) to come home to comfort you. He found you, wallowing in your own despair, all alone. And so he came in and quietly put the record on. 

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, blankets and used tissues and all, in greeting. "Hi, darling. How're you doing?"

You sniffled and wondered how he could stand the disgusting amount of snot that you were blowing into your tissue. "Okay," you replied quietly, voice hoarse from the sad amount of bawling you just did while he wasn't here. You thought it was stupid, how much you cried over the bozo who stood you up. "I look… like shit," you laughed, grimacing at the trash littered around you. 

"Your date was shit," he muttered back, suppressing the pure annoyance in his tone. "Why are you moping over him anyway?"

You looked at him, a silent question asking what else you were supposed to do. You had gotten all dolled up, only to get stood up. All of that makeup was gone, that pretty, red dress tossed into the back of your closet. 

(Jaehyun thought you looked good in everything, but the sweats you had on now were making his heart do a few cartwheels, actually.)

Jaehyun made a noise of indignation. "Tsk, no more of this." He suddenly stood, digging into your blankets to grab your hands and haul you up from the couch. 

"Jae—" 

"No," he refused, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Yn." He held both of your hands and smiled. (You could have died on the spot from the smile he gave you.) "Dance with me."

With only a little balking, you let him guide you in a gentle sway with your arms hung around his neck and his arms looped around your waist. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

Then he began to sing. 

"You are my… destiny," he hummed softly, making butterflies soar in your stomach. "When you hold my hand, I understand—"

Every high note reached to tonal perfection, in the specific kind of soft perfection that Jaehyun was.

"—the magic that… you do." 

Jaehyun pulled back for the next line, eyes gazing into yours so deeply you might drown. Sincerity was so stark in his dark irises; every word he sang came from the depths of his heart. "You're my dream come true. My one… and only you."

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𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬 / 剪刀石头布

xiaojun, hendery, yangyang x fem!reader

the most dignified way to settle something is via rock, paper, scissors. even if it's for someone's hand in marriage

1.9k words, historical-ish au but w/ modern language, low-key crack (but tbh these three r crackheads af)

a/n: lmao this was actually really fun to write ngl 🥴

There were a handful of things that society deemed inappropriate for young men to do in public. One of them, god forbid, was fighting for a lady's hand in a barbaric, violent manner outside of a duel. A duel of what, one might ask? Well, a duel of wits was fully acceptable. A duel of… whatever this was? Perhaps not. 

"Okay—" Liu Yangyang gestured for his two friends to come closer as he rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue suit jacket, gold cufflinks discarded. "—We go on shoot."

The other two participating parties were that of Xiao Dejun and Wong Hendery, both of whom seemed just as solemn as the youngest of their trio in what they were about to do. All around them, the debutante ball buzzed with chatter and gossip about all of the young women who had just entered into society. One of whom was you, the young lady rumored to have a pirate father, an affinity for opera, and who apparently "got her hands dirty" by spending time with the servants of your estate. 

For Yangyang, he had heard "pirate father"; Xiaojun heard "opera enthusiast"; and Hendery latched onto the fact that you were an excellent cook. The fact that you were more beautiful than any of the fake dolls in this room made you ten times more irresistible in their eyes. You were just barely clinging onto the legitimacy of your Duchess title, but neither of the young lords cared—they just wanted you. But now, they had to duke it out between the three of them to figure out which of them would get the first shot at your hand. 

The three of them primed their fists in the center of their little cult triangle. 

They chanted, "Rock, paper, scissors—shoot!"

Low curses filled the air around them as they all held out flattened palms for paper. 

They tried again, reciting the same chant, then threw out their weapons: a rock from Hendery, paper from Yangyang, and scissors from Xiaojun. Another round of swears and groans. 

People around them either pretended to not hear, or sent their backs visible expressions of disdain and displeasure. It was not proper for young men such as them to be swearing so often. And in front of ladies, no less. The audacity!

In the third round, when they threw out their hands, Hendery released a sound of guttural pain as his pair of scissors was defeated by Xiaojun and Yangyang's combined rocks. The latter winners then faced each other, eyes narrowed in challenge. 

"I want a redo," Hendery grumbled as he refereed the match. 

"Sucks to suck," Yangyang quipped before going into the next round. He was soon met by Hendery's howls of delight and his own utter, complete disappointment. "Now that's just fucked."

A scandalized scoff from a nearby woman went ignored. 

The three men stared at Xiaojun's winning hand: paper against rock. Smug and victorious, Xiaojun thanked his two juniors for being so easy to win against before disappearing into the crowd to have his go at wooing you. First impressions were everything, after all. 

"Deserved, methinks," Hendery said in a faux ponderous expression with his thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Yangyang deadpanned at him. "Oh, shut up. We can't just let him get her! Do you wanna be married to some woman you've never met from some country you've never heard of?"

Hendery snatched a flute of champagne from a passing tray. "We didn't know Yn until tonight."

"And?"

"Oh my god. You know what? Nevermind."

Yangyang pursed his lips as he watched Xiaojun waltz up to you, a charming smile on his face as he bowed in greeting. A glorious 90 degrees. None of them would bow 90 degrees even for the Queen of England. In kind, you curtsied low enough that your knees must have touched the floor under that glorious mass of satin, gossamer, and petticoat. Yangyang wanted you to curtsey for him while looking at him like that. 

God, this was unfair. Rock, paper, scissors was the wrong strategy. He had to do something else… 

"What if—wait. Where'd he go?" Yangyang whipped his head around, searching the crowd for where Hendery had suddenly disappeared off to. He had been by Yangyang's side and then suddenly—poof! Gone, as if—oh no, he didn't!

From across the room, Yangyang watched with mouth agape in pure betrayal as Hendery stole the spotlight from Xiaojun and swept you into a conversation that had you lighting up the room with your laugh and smile. Xiaojun seemed to feel the same way as Yangyang as he stood there silently, awkwardly watching the conversation happen right before his eyes. 

The way you giggled behind your lace-covered hand, how you blushed so delicately under the harsh lighting.

Yangyang fumed. First, he lost a child's game. Second, his best friend slid into your sights while slipping out of his. Third… well third… 

The thought lit up his mind as it lit up his face. He scurried over to the orchestra, requesting a specific waltz, the very one he had ingrained in his mind from the torturous ballroom dancing lessons his parents forced him to take. This specific dance would require the changing of partners—twice, to be exact. You would end up dancing with three partners. He just needed to ensure that he got you last, which was the longest segment of the song. He also prayed to god that you weren't yet head over heels for one of his friends. That would screw with his plan quite terribly. 

And so, when the orchestra started up, just as expected, Xiaojun found a way to sweep you onto the dance floor. Yangyang picked a random girl, flashed a pretty smile, and got her to be partners with him. All the while, he kept his eyes on you and his friend, making sure that he was dancing, but still within reach. 

The first switch went just as planned. Hendery had taken the bait, already taking you out of Xiaojun's hold to dance with for the second segment. Xiaojun had to hold in his indignation since he was now commandeering another partnership. Yangyang suppressed his laugh and played it off as a smile toward his new partner. If he had yet to meet you, he would probably be willing to court her. For a night. 

Yangyang felt the sound of the final switch right down to his bones. The telltale trills of the violins had the hair on the nape of his neck stand in anticipation, and he swirled his partner closer to where you and Hendery were.

It was quite simple, really. 

One moment, you were dancing with the young lord Wong Hendery; the next, you were in the arms of his best friend, another young lord, Liu Yangyang. The young lord smiled in greeting, the type of beam that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Hello," you greeted cordially. 

"Good evening," he said back, leading you through the rest of the dance expertly. You bet he could do this with his eyes closed. "Lady Yn, I presume?"

You chuckled. "I'd hope so. My name was announced at the beginning."

To his credit, he wasn't flustered or disheartened by your statement. It only seemed to make him grin wider. "Ah, but they did not announce mine. Would you take a gamble, my lady?"

"Proper ladies do not gamble, sir." You didn't imagine the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and you were swift to add, "Good thing I'm not a proper lady, right?"

Mild appreciation. "So what'll it be? A kiss for every wrong—or right—answer?"

"I do believe that you should take me out to dinner first, my lord."

He pretended to think. "Or perhaps… you'd agree to being courted?"

"Courted," you hummed in amusement. "And who might you be referring to? You?"

"I don't see why not." He puffed out his chest, twirling you around delicately. Your periwinkle blue skirts fanned out around you like a blossoming flower, and you couldn't help the grin that overtook your face. 

"You're quite good at this," you said when you were face to face again. 

The lord smirked. "I know."

"Arrogant much?"

"I give confidence where confidence is due," he replied with his chin held high. In any other man, perhaps this amount of cockiness would have been a massive turn off, but for some reason, it had manifested nicely in Yangyang. 

The waltz came to an end all too soon, and you found yourself curtseying before a bowing Yangyang. He seemed just as disappointed that the song was over, but before he could invite you to a scandalous second dance, two familiar presences filled the gaps beside you on the edge of the dance floor. Xiaojun stood beside Yangyang, and Hendery took up Yangyang's other side with a cupcake in his gloved hand. You recalled him eyeing the cupcakes earlier when he had first introduced himself. 

"Lady Yn! I see you've met my friends," Yangyang said, gesturing to the two men flanking him. "Xiaojun and Hendery. They're my very close brothers in arms. I believe you danced with them as well."

"It was my pleasure," you chirped with a shallow nod and curtsy. 

"The pleasure was truly all ours," Xiaojun said, hand pressed to his chest. The grey suit he wore fit him nicely. "You're a wonderful dancer."

"Why thank you! You're all light on your feet yourselves."

"Dance lessons," Hendery offered between bites of cake. 

Yangyang added with a cough, "Ballroom dance lessons."

"Tap," Hendery said offhandedly, and you let a small huff of a laugh escape your mouth. Imagining Hendery tap dancing? That was a sight. "You doubt me?" He gasped with feigned offense. 

You shook your head. "No, no. But I would like to see you prove it. Show me you've retained something from your lessons."

"I can tango," Xiaojun piped in. 

"Ballroom dance is much more dignified," Yangyang countered. 

Hendery hummed loudly, raising his pointer finger in opposition. "No, tap is clearly the most refined dance form. No one cares about the rest."

Xiaojun sighed, pinching the space between his eyes. "Why do I even try?"

"Dance in general is impressive," you told them, recalling how difficult it had been for your mother to get your two left feet to finally find a beat. 

You were suddenly hyper aware of the stares directed your way, the whispers. Your unconventional upbringing had always been a problem for the high society your mother came from, and the life you were to inherit. When you had been on the dance floor, you had allowed yourself to forget about all of the other people while you danced with three lovely men. Now, reality had crashed back in.

The three men noticed your discomfort, immediately shifting subtly to block you from everyone else's views. Your own wall of protection; you felt gratitude fill your chest. 

Xiaojun frowned slightly. "It's getting a bit stuffy in here, don't you think, Yn?"

You nodded, agreeing. "I hear the promenade is beautiful at night."

"And I hear they serve hot cocoa, too," Hendery added. It was decided then; they would escape the confines of the ballroom to the refreshing world outside. 

As the three of them followed you out, they sent glances to one another. Eyes narrowed in friendly (maybe) competition, it was a silent agreement. 

May the best man win.

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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆!

nonidol!yangyang x reader

1k words, absolute crack, some fluff/angst if u squint

a/n: yangyang wrecker era 😃 was waiting in my airport terminal when i wrote this lmao / MANIFESTING THE REAWAKENING OF WAYV TUMBLR 🙏🏼 wayzennies COME BACK ITS SO DRY

Your gaze turned to the massive floor to ceiling window beside you where airplanes were landing and taking off in the distance. Soon enough—in about two minutes—your class would be called to board the plane, and it would be you in the great blue sky, heading toward a new future. Was it a future you really wanted? In a way, yes, but it also meant leaving everything and everyone you knew behind. 

Including the man you grew to—

"YN! WAIT YN!" People were leaping out of the way, parting like the Red Sea, as a man thundered through the crowd.

You froze in your spot, hand gripping the handle of your suitcase and legs having just straightened to stand and prepare to board. Widened eyes landed on Liu Yangyang as he scanned the waiting area wildly, before he found you. 

"Oh my god, Yn! Thank god—" he wheezed, coming to a stop in front of you. He braced his hands on his knees as he huffed for air, then raised a finger to silence your opened mouth. "Jesus Christ, why is your boarding gate so far from the entrance?"

All of the fairytale-ness drained away. This was still Yangyang, you reminded yourself, not some romcom Prince Charming. Then, realization hit you like a bus. "Oh my god, did you run here? Yangyang, you know there's a shuttle, right?"

"Well, now I know!" He screeched in utter agony. He swiped a bead of sweat from the side of his head as he straightened. "Now you really have to listen to me, or else all of that running would be for nothing. All of my efforts—for nothing!"

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. "I need to get on that plane—"

"No!" He cut you off, eyes wild and wide in desperation. "No, you don't!" 

Yangyang stepped toward you and grabbed your hands in his. He looked straight into your eyes as earnestly as he could muster. "Yn, you don't have to get on that plane. I know I'm being selfish, but I can't—"

"Class C as in Charlie, you may now begin lining up to board."

Your eyes whipped over to the front desk where the announcement had come from and where the next class—your class—was beginning to line up and board. 

"Hey, eyes on me." Yangyang cupped your face in his hands. "I can't… I can't let you go, Yn. I know that we kind of hated each other at the beginning of this year and I thought you were a real pain in the—"

"Yangyang," you cut in, actually rolling your eyes. Did he think this was a joke? You grabbed your suitcase and tried to step around him. "I really have to go."

"All other guests for our flight to Geneva, please make your way to the gate for last call."

"Wait, Yn!" Panic rose in Yangyang's chest as he watched you make your way over to the doors. In a moment of pure impulse, he launched himself at the emergency exit and pushed the door open, then slammed it closed. 

The entire boarding gate erupted in ear-piercing sirens. 

You whirled back at him, a look of fear and surprise in your eyes. Good. He had your attention. 

Yangyang raced over to you again, the words he really wanted to say sitting on his tongue. "Yn, I love you."

That got your attention. Probably more than the sirens whirring in the airport and all of the eyes pinned to him for activating it. Someone over the intercom had announced a pause of all flights until security confirmed it was a false alarm. 

He continued. "I know what you're gonna say, but it's not too early to say that. Not when you make me so fucking happy that I don't know what to even do with my life without you. You're my driving force, the one who got me off my ass to actually do something with my life. I can't lose you."

Your heart thundered in your chest, louder than the chaos surrounding you. There was so much going on in his expression that you couldn't doubt his sincerity. It was probably the most heartfelt you had ever seen him. 

But… you gulped. "I'm sorry, Yangyang," you murmured, already hating the way his heart broke in his eyes, "but I have to chase this. I love y—"

"What's the emergency? Who pushed the door?"

Yangyang whipped his head toward the airport security making their way over to them. He practically growled, "Shhh! She was just about to confess her mutual love for me!" He returned his attention to you, expression hopeful, "Continue."

You couldn't help but smile, laughing under your breath. "I love you, too, Yangyang—"

Security approached. "This isn't an emergency."

"What are you talking about? This is an emergency! I'm trying to stop the love of my life from flying to Switzerland without me!" 

You squeezed his hands, drawing his attention back. You licked your lips. "I have to go."

That crack in his mask was almost enough to stop you from walking past him. Almost. Yangyang scrambled for an excuse, some way to get you to stay, as you slipped from his fingers right before his eyes. 

"Marry me!"

You froze mid-step. 

Yangyang felt his resolve steel over. He huffed, "Yeah, marry me then."

You turned around, slowly, not certain your ears were hearing things correctly. "Yangyang…"

He stepped over to you again, coming before you on one knee, your hands in his. His eyes shimmered with silver. "Yn Ln, marry me. Stay here with me—please. I don't have a ring, but I can get one on the way home."

The emergency alarm turned off suddenly, and the entire gate was descended into a thick silence. Everyone in the neighboring boarding gates, the security, and the desk workers all watched and waited for your response with bated breath. 

You wiped a tear sneaking out from the corner of your eye. "I hate you," you laughed. 

He grinned. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, dumbass," you nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The terminal erupted in applause and cheers as you said this. Butterflies flew in your stomach from the sheer amount of love you had for this man, no matter how stupid this whole situation turned out to be. 

Yangyang stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips and linking your fingers together. No one could will the massive, ear-to-ear gummy grin on his face. He could walk on air, water, sunshine! "Ready to go home?"

You pursed your lips. "About that… I'm still getting on that plane."

The pure look of betrayal on his face—"WHAT!?"

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𝟳𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘂𝘀

nct dream ot7 x reader

1k words, assorted headcanons!

a/n: if i do not have the strength to write full fics, i will cheat 😌✨ to get my ideas our somehow 🤡

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘: shy boy by day! slam poet by night! and secret muse!reader

The kid who sits in the middle rows of the literature lecture halls with cute, circle lenses and messy hair who always seems to sound smart when he interprets a text

He actually became a slam poet because of you when you read your poetry to the lecture hall one day for Spoken Word Friday; he totally didn't start doing it in hopes of improving and then impressing you or anything (definitely not)

But one day, your friend takes you to this speakeasy to listen to this "amazing poet", and you discover your quiet classmate Mark delivering these brilliant oral masterpieces

And Mark finds out you're in the audience and pretty much writes every piece for you from then on, eyes constantly searching for you in the dark audience

𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡: knight in shining armor! but make it modern! cinderella!reader

You're working as a bartender for easy cash at a music festival while your two rude and terrible step siblings rub it in your face how they get to party while you work (your stepmother would only sponsor their tickets while you were left to rot again)

You settle in for a boring night in the most deserted part of the festival venue when you meet him

Renjun's the mysterious festival goer with his two toned hair braided with beads, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen; you can imagine the smooth pick-up lines coming out of this man while he leans against the counter of your bar section

After asking for a drink, he decides to dare you to ditch your position and go enjoy the festival with him; surprise, surprise, you take him up on his offer

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢: bad boy! secret admirer! secret book nerd!

The typical stone-faced bad boy who stalks through the school hallways with a sick blue undercut and his pretty, pink lips always split like his knuckles

Every week, there's a book sitting on your desk, wrapped messily in scraps of newspaper and a message scrawled on its surface

Sometimes it says things that encourage you, or tell you why he chose this book for you, or just a simple "for you :)" with a heart next to it

Little did you know that your adorable secret admirer was the boy you thought wouldn't ever give you a second glance, but in reality was full on whipped for you (yeah, Jeno discreetly watches you open your gifts from the opposite side of the classroom every time, and thrives in the fluttery feeling in his chest whenever he sees you get excited)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞: playboy who got played! (but can't get over you! the ex who outplayed him!)

Haechan's known around campus as a playboy and he's pretty much broken almost every girl's heart, including too many of your friends

You decide to take matters into your own hands and start dating Haechan with every intent to break his heart (the only problem is that you both fall in love w each other)

Instead of putting your mission off, you finish it and dump him, effectively getting your revenge, but at what cost? (You're mad at yourself, and Haechan can't decide if he blames himself or you bc he still loves you, but wants to be strong)

Now it's tense between the two of you, and after your friends figure out what really happened, they conspire to get you back together again

𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡: magical genie! archaeologist!reader forbidden romance!

So Jaemin's this centuries old genie who (is trapped) lives in a golden lamp waiting to serve his next master, whoever stumbled across his humble abode next

Turns out, you do find it, and he thinks he can predict exactly what you want, except he clearly doesn't understand you at all and you just surprise him every time you make a wish (you wish for things like a scholarship for your little sister, and for your mom's medical bills to magically be paid for)

But over time, as Jaemin practically becomes your companion, he grows a terrible, forbidden fondness for you and secretly wishes he could grant his own wishes to be with you

"Darling, don't say 'I wish' because I don't want you wasting wishes on things I would gladly five you for free"

𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘: you took his airpod and he thinks you did it on purpose! now you are enemies! much ado about nothing!au

Clearly, stealing one's airpod is not an intentional crime, especially when it's only one of the two and … well, it's been in his ear, for God's sakes

So imagine your surprise when you find out your phone is connecting to "Lele's Airpods" instead of your own; you definitely disinfected the airpod and cleaned your ear, but you have no clue who tf "Lele" is

But you do know a Zhong Chenle who practically storms down the school hallway accusing you of a crime you only accidentally committed, and after both angrily returning each other's earbuds, you become petty mortal enemies

But in reality, you're both terribly attracted to one another and it takes some meddling from your friends to finally make you open your eyes (wbk)

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚: cupid park!jisung demigod!au sunshine x grump trope! child of hephaestus!reader 

Jisung's a pretty popular guy, not just because of his magnetic cuteness, but because of his affinity for making matches successfully as a son of Aphrodite (he's also super hot, but wbk)

You're a child of Hephaestus and you don't really see the hype of him really, but you respect Jisung as a person and as a fellow demigod so you don't exactly trash his matchmaking service

But then he'd challenged to find you a match, and suddenly, he's practically glued to your side all day and every day as he gets to know you in order to find you your perfect match

And he eventually realizes that maybe he's not putting so much effort into this for nothing, because why is his heart stuttering whenever he's near you and why is he always stalling on setting you up on dates now?

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relationship ; single dinkle 👍

favorite colors ; green & purple !!

favorite food ; tuna pesto atm 😎

song stuck in my head ; mahika by adie & janine berdin, beatbox by nct dream !

last thing i googled ; ‘ive members’ hehe i love my girls

current time ; 11:48 am !

dream trip ; the netherlands omf

something i want ; to edit either viper from valo or the ive girls ^^

tags <3: anyone who wants to participate! idk who to tag welp

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relationship status: partnered

favorite color: blush pink

favorite foods: sushi and pasta

song stuck in my head: LOZ wind waker theme

last thing i googled: bronze wall decor

current time: 10:52 pm

dream trip: I really need to lay in a mountain stream somewhere in the mountains of tennessee

something i want: ability to teleport <<< i'm going with A's answer

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WORLD PAUSE. jeongin & jisunf?????? HELLO?????? duckie u have no idea how excited i am rn

𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

welcome to my 500 follower celebration where the days are short and the nights are dark! join some of your favorite maknaes in their journeys to embrace their inner dark sides — ♚ — "what if i'm not the hero?"

WARNINGS. dark themes (violence, blood, suspense, thriller), suggestive (NOT for niki), boys who would set the world on fire for you, boys who are not afraid of a little blood, and boys who have gone a little bit bad

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 — h. kai

kai is a demon—which isn't really news to you because he sold his soul to satan to ensure your survival. but now that he's a demon, he is ruled by the deadly sins, and there aren't many virtues that stand in his way of getting exactly what he wants.

they say bad boys bring heaven to you.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 — p. jisung

you and jisung don't like each other, but when your life suddenly becomes in danger, jisung is assigned to be your bodyguard. however, there's unfortunately (or fortunately) only one bed in your apartment, and even an assassin needs to sleep.

this is going to be one hell of a night.

𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — y. jeongin

unbeknownst to you, the town potion maker is head over heels in love with you. when you come looking for a healing elixir, jeongin is jumping to help you, but—whoops. did that label say love potion?

side effects may include lovesickness.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — n. riki

when niki was a child, his parents were murdered in front of his eyes. now older, he has vowed to avenge them and take back what is rightfully his—the crown and his betrothed. and niki always gets what he wants.

behind every great man is a great woman.

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The Revival of Hearts

Ⅰ. PAIRING 🤍 jisung x afab!reader

Ⅱ. GENRE 🤍 rivals-to-lovers, reincarnated soulmates, fluff, angst, very tiny bit of reader and jisung being parents

Ⅲ. WARNINGS 🤍 mention of death, bodily injuries, mention of blood, cursing, very hurtful words from jisung… just terrible

Ⅳ. SYNOPSIS 🤍 jisung and y/n were lovers in the renaissance times and every reincarnation draws them together, but something about this life is different and their hearts seem full of hate.

Ⅴ. WORD COUNT 🤍 2k

1570

jisung watched the ship sail away with treasures from his stand. the young merchant stared at the atlas in his hands. it was one of the first of its kind having only been published a few months earlier. the words seemed to almost shine, as if it were written in ink made of the purest gold from india. the title stared back at him: “TYPVS ORBIS TERRARVM.”

he laid on the bed he shared with his beloved y/n, holding the atlas up to the sunlight. “an atlas of the whole world…” y/n sighed into his chest as they lay together. “one day, we will see explore this entire map’s worth of land and sea, my love.” they shared a soft kiss and separated with their foreheads still connected. y/n spoke in a hushed tone, “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.” 

1627

jisung had come back with less limbs than when he left for the war and the rush of blood out of where his right arm had been made him dizzy. y/n was struggling between taking care of her beloved jisung and tending to the market to fight off starvation. she came back home after a long day of making delicate pottery to sell. her helpless husband cried which brought her near to tears. “i’m sorry. i promised i would care for you when i brought you into my family and now i’m lying here, unable to properly love you.” y/n’s eyes glossed and she let out a small laugh, “my sweet jisung, i can feel the love you have for me radiate from your heart and it is enough to keep me wishing to wake up another day next to you for the next millennia.” jisung smiled as the pain was reach his heart, “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.” and closed his eyes.

 1709

in their third life together, y/n and jisung tried to live a quiet life together as they raised a son together. they watched their son sleep in his mother’s arms with a smile. “life for him must seem so peaceful.” y/n ran her fingers across her son’s cheek delicately. “he is a symbol of our peace. our foreverness in this one miraculous, young soul.” 

y/n prepared supper while her husband looked after the child. “hello, my sweet son.” jisung watched his baby’s small fist latch onto his index finger. an obnoxiously precious grin took over his visage and a tear rolled down his cheek. “jisung, darling, why do you grieve ?” jisung shook his head and looked at y/n, “not grieve, my heart greatly appreciates the two prior empty holes that my lovely wife and son have overfilled with happiness.” the happy family embraced. jisung kissed the head of the two he cherished most. “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.”

1777

jisung held an atlas in his hands. he was unsure of how it came to his possession but its outdated landmasses served no purpose other than to give him something to stare at. y/n walked in and stared with him. “do you think america will be recognised on maps ?” the wars of the west had been a spread news amongst the trade routes and foreigners who brought information about europe over. “do the matters of europeans really concern us ?” jisung sensed the irritation in her voice and put the atlas away. “what shall we do today, my dearest.” he wrapped his arms around y/n’s torso. “i’d like to lie here with you and leave these politics behind, let it just be the two of us alone with the land and sea undisturbed around us.” they watched the night sky birth a shooting star for the two of them. “what do you wish for, y/n ?” she smiled at the stars and kept her wish to herself. ‘i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.’

1862

jisung was an avid adventurer and brought back many different gifts for his children and y/n. he talked about the open seas and how the water that kissed his cheeks reminded him of his beloved’s sweet lips and the warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the comfort of his lover’s arms. 

he left for another trip and in his mild adrenaline-induced hallucination, he saw the face of y/n in the clouds. he gave the sunset rouge skies a dazed and lovestruck smile. “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.”

1926

amidst the rallies and displays of pride for his blooded nation, jisung found her. he had found his forever in another lifetime. he was a string tied around her finger like a childish friendship ring, a pure symbol of an everlasting love. this was their last time of their ‘love at first sight’ tale that went on for ages. this was their last ‘i’ll love you anywhere, anytime” before their story of hatred.

2022

jisung was now a university student studying the art of dance. he had stumbled upon the path of fellow dance major, y/n, many times; not a single one of those encounters led to them being completely enamoured by each other’s existences as they had in their previous lifetimes. jisung and y/n were in fact angrily kneeling to god asking why he aligned the other on their life’s journey. 

their rivalry hadn’t properly started until the day jisung was bitter that his days of making a choreography for the university’s dance club had been for naught has y/n took the spotlight from under his nose. it was her lazy dance that was chosen, it was her inferior skills that were set to be the focus of the stage. he constantly left negative remarks and snide comments for y/n’s ears only and she could only take so much before she pushed him over in the suite style dorm hallway he lived on while visiting her friend. 

things rarely got solved when the two were in the room and nearly always resorted to an “accidental” shove during practice. it had been months of constant anger and tension between the two that others in the club had felt sorry for themselves that two talents on their team were in a static state of aggression.

when a pair fought as badly as jisung and y/n, things were bound to be monumentally ugly, and a certain incident pushed past that limit. “you know, if you weren’t such a narcissistic attention-seeker maybe people would actually like you.” jisung spat after he stepped on her toes, blaming her for his own miniscule mistake. “i’m the narcissist ? you’re fucking incredible, and i definitely do not mean that in a good way. you are such a pathetic excuse for a dancer. you can’t even get your head out of your ass to admit your mistake !” the blood that pumped in jisung’s veins rushed to his face in a bout of fury. “you think i’m a bad dancer, well you wanna know what you are ? you’re loser struggling to make it big, well guess what ? you’ll never be famous because you’re not just untalented, you’re a walking mistake from god.” that was y/n’s final straw before she punched him. a loud crack echoed throughout the practise room meaning his nose was definitely broken.

jisung had decided to join a dance team off campus to avoid y/n at all costs. it was taking months for his nose to completely heal and he hated every feeling that came with it. 

pain…

his nose throbbed if he laughed too much, or if he scrubbed his face a little too hard. it was impossible, but it felt like the singular attack had caused his whole body to internally collapse. his legs were jelly straws wobbling in an attempt for balance, and his arms felt weakened; his right arm was so numb it was as if it wasn’t there anymore. 

anger…

y/n was the most unbelievable person he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. she was ruining his long-standing friendship with the members of the dance club, his aspirations of being in dance, his whole life even. ‘she always makes it physical.’ he huffed to himself. they fought multiple times, but leaving him with a broken nose ? y/n might have just made park jisung a supervillain.

and then came the feeling he hated most of all,

guilt…

jisung couldn’t stop blaming himself for the timeline he set himself on. he started this grudge over something silly and pushed y/n towards extreme rancour. she was new, looking for friends and something familiar and he ruined that for her. he obviously had to make it up to her and finally apologise.

 y/n had not been the one punched, but it felt as if she was brutally attacked and left to wither away. every step felt like a piece of hans christian andersen’s imagination come to life. her hands felt excruciating tingles course through like ants biting her veins. through all of it she loathed the ability to feel.

pain…

her pain felt more metaphorical than anything jisung was experiencing. her heart was heavy with the burden of an earth sized trouble, and she was atlas. she would wake up crying from dreams she couldn’t remember. every day since the damned fight felt like another battle where she lost each time.

anger…

jisung was insufferable. he was quickly becoming the bane of her existence. if her hadn’t been such a sore loser everything would be fine, in fact, they might’ve even had a chance at friendship. in every scenario that replayed in y/n’s head she was in the right; jisung blew things out of proportion and every time she would have to face the consequences of his childish temperament. 

guilt…

and yet, there was still a voice telling her that maybe she had been wrong. y/n felt she would have been angry too if someone came and forced her to erase all the work she put into something. she had heard jisung talk about dance like it was his life’s only purpose, and she’d seen that boy, he was definitely made for dancing. y/n felt that despite how right she was, she had to see him and apologise.

y/n went to class with little availability to intake whatever the professor was lecturing about. instead, she was shaking her pen and feeling horrendously trepidatious. ‘what if he takes a shot at me and i end up with a black eye ?’ ‘what if he gets me expelled ?’ ‘what if i hit him again ?’ the terrifying thoughts clouded her to her sight as she didn’t realise her class was over. y/n walked over to jisung’s dorm hall, looking over the atlas she was gifted on her 5th birthday to clear her thought. looking at the aged paper calmed her in a way; if the aged parchment stood against time and survived so could she. 

y/n was walking through the hallway with a lack of caution and crashed into another body. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to where-” and that’s when her vision finally focused. of course, the silly universe had aligned the circumstances so crudely perfect so she would bump into him. “y/n…” jisung spoke with the same tone of shock. the air was neutral, no trace of animosity towards one another in this moment; the aura was akin to a comfortable silence. “i was on my way to say sorry. i held a stupid grudge and ruined your college experience and made you look unprofessional.” jisung finally spoke. y/n couldn’t say she was surprised for that was an understatement. “i came to say i’m sorry too. i’m sorry for making you waste all your hard work and for punching you.” with each apology their pain was alleviated. the glass shards embedded into y/n’s feet were gone and the cuts were healed. jisung’s limbs came back to their senses and he could freely stand again.

he was about to speak again until he saw the atlas and with a connection into y/n’s eyes it all came back. for the first time in all their rebirths had they become aware of their reincarnation and centuries old love story. jisung and y/n’s story had changed that day, it took time to get close after the suffering they put each other through but the universe had written in their futures forever. 

jisung and y/n were meant to love each other anywhere, anytime.

𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying. 

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound. 

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic. 

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face. 

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself. 

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist. 

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength. 

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away. 

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it. 

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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NIKI !!! top 5 fave fics of urs : GO !! ;D

OMGOMG i just saw this now duckie </3 but thank u for the ask !! my faves so far are:

— rose and thorns by @minniepetals ; definitely an all time fave of mine :( minnie’s writings are just so ethereal i can never get enough !!

— orange tulips by @kainks ; i remember reading this when i first had tumblr (way back on my old account) and i fell in LOOOVE this is quite literally my comfort fic </3

— the color blue by @jeonginks ; another long lasting fave of mine!! a friend recommended it to me and ever since it’s been an iconic fic to me :_)

— the habits of a broken heart by @softykooky ; AAAAHKJFKWBDMWBFKNEKDNAKDNWKDNWKDNKWBFMDNRKRNFN.

— nevermind, let’s break up by @ppangjae ; i’m still waiting on part two 🥲 i remember telling all my friends ab this fic PLSJAKDMA

hehehe i loved looking back at all these legendary fics!! tqsm duckie :]

not me messing up duckie’s request 😦 aaaanyway ! here are my top five from my works!! @sungbeam :’)

— everything ‘bout bf!jisung ; i remember sitting and listening to taylor swift when this idea came into my head LOLZ

— regular ; i think i hated this when i first posted it,,, but the concept is too good </3

— life of those in love ; absolute simp energy radiating from this tbh . but since i love the dreamies so much it’s ok ! ;P

— pudding ; oh oh oh !!! i got this idea from a literal pudding that i ate for dessert. i couldn’t wait to write this & wrote it in the car on the way home from the restaurant :’)

— sweater ; :’’) park jisung i am weak for u so much !!

[ special mention !! to this rj timestamp, i was laughing my ass off after posting it LOL]

omg ! this is so sweet :( thank u so much !! </3

this is quite literally, inspired by pudding. yes um the dessert… a teenage!chenle x waitress!reader. in celebration for 45 followers !!! ily all:(

pudding — zcl.

in which his pudding seems to taste sweeter when you’re the one who’s serving it.

—

“are you ever going to stop coming here?” mark raises a brow at his younger friend. he didn’t even try to hide his grimace, watching as chenle lets out his loud laugh.

“of course.” grinning, chenle points at the small yellow-ish sweet sitting toward the front of the food display. mark huffs—murmuring a phrase that sounds awfully like “you’re gonna get diabetes at this rate dude.”, but chenle chooses to ignore it. the black haired boy wanders over to his usual seat, his hands going to pull out his phone from his pocket to snap a picture of the cafe as he always did.

you weren’t surprised when mark wanders into the room you were in, his face looking awfully grim, “chenle’s here for you again.” his quip made you laugh—the grim appearance was really just mark’s own way of teasing the two of you.

“you’re just bitter no one comes to see you.” smiling, you tighten your hair tie as you push the door open with your bottom, expertly carrying a tray to place the sweet onto it.

you recognize chenle before he even looks up from his phone, his cheeks ablaze as he quickly puts his phone away. “hey.”

“hi. one serving of pudding as usual?” your sweet smile awakens the butterflies in the boy’s stomach—the ringing of the charms of your bracelet welcomes him as you place the plate down on his table.

chenle’s little visits every week had started to become frequent ever since your cafe had introduced the yellow sweet that seems to have become his favorite the more he started to drop by. mark had just started working around the same time this happened—which also contributed to the younger boy’s visits, either alone or accompanied by one or more boys.

the first time chenle laid his eyes on you, might’ve been the most embarrassing and revolting memory the poor boy has up to date. he had just come from a tiring day of playing video games with jisung—losing a monstrous amount of times, his hair sticking up in different directions as he had just thrown on an old dirty sweater in an angry fit before storming out of him and his friends’ shared dorm, jisung’s loud laugh trailing behind him.

“jeez. rough day?” mark couldn’t hide his laugh as the bells above the cafe doors rang, welcoming the mess of a boy. chenle grumbles angrily in response, muttering a short “one order of pudding, please.”

he was just about to turn, hoping to snag a seat far from the entrance, sulking at the streak of losses he had experienced from that day. alas, to his luck, he runs straight into a slightly smaller figure—a blur of y/h/c colored hair startles him as he poorly attempts to catch the waitress before she falls onto the floor.

chenle, apparently, was shit at catching people.

to his (and mark’s) horror, they watch as you fall to the floor. the landing wasn’t that harsh, enough to force a yelp from your lips as a stinging pain rushes from your bottom. the tray you had in your hand clatters to the floor, the empty dishes coming along with it.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry!” chenle squeaks, rushing towards you to ensure you weren’t seriously hurt. he nearly stumbles back in surprise as he sees your face fully. you had a minimal amount of makeup on—not excessive to the point it looked like it had caked up on your face but it was simple enough to accent the natural beauty you very obviously had.

his eyes instinctively slip to the small tag sitting on your blouse, “y/n” he reads, and somehow you had become even more beautiful in his eyes. your name suited you perfectly.

“i’m sorry sir! i should’ve looked where i was going.” you were sheepish, a shy little thing as you scrambled to pick up the dishes from the floor—silently thanking the heavens that nothing had been broken. chenle stutters in his movements, but recovers to help you up. his hand stretches out to grasp your own, a pink tint engulfs his cheeks as your hand readily grips his.

“y-you don’t have to apologize! it was my fault… miss. what time does your shift end? let me treat you. a-as an apology!” the boy quickly adds his last remark, seeing mark sniggering behind the beautiful waitress had caused him to fall back into a flustered mess once more.

though you were hesitant, you couldn’t deny how cute this mystery boy had been, messy hair and stained sweater and all. so, you shyly admit that the new pudding had been your most recent obsession—and chenle agrees to buy both of you a serving once your shift ends.

admittedly, chenle had never tried pudding before that day. but sitting there with you, watching as the last of the cafe’s customers slowly filter out of the small store, the lights dim as mark had started to close up… he couldn’t deny how sweet the dessert tasted on his tongue.

you would exchange stories on your lives, chenle sharing about the fact that he was close friends with mark, the detail surprises you as mark yells something like “don’t be fooled, y/n! chenle is a little wench.” which causes chenle to shout curses at the older boy, a boyish grin settling on his lips as he pushes the sleeves of his sweater up on his arms.

so, now that it has been three weeks since that first encounter, chenle has ensured to look his best—or at least better than that day—whenever he’d drop by the cafe. the bright boy was no longer timid and shy around you, often smiling at you and initiating cheesy pick up lines whenever he could. it was hard not to be infatuated with the boy, especially when he loves to wink and grin at you from his usual table the entirety of your shift.

on the one occasion you were out, a different waitress comes to fill in for your shift, chenle can’t seem to finish the sweet dessert sitting in front of him.

“something wrong?” mark calls from behind the counter, the cafe’s lights were dimmed once more—though this did little to hide the small frown chenle had on his face.

the boy shakes his head, his spoon playing with the sweet as he watches it jiggle slightly from the force of his jabs. “something’s different…”

mark grins, knowing exactly what was running through the younger boy’s head.

“it’s y/n’s day off, you dingus. here,” mark scrambles towards his younger friend, his pen scratching at the small notebook that was tucked away in his pocket.

a small rip causes chenle to look up at mark, his hand outstretched towards him—a small piece of paper hanging from his fingertips. mark shoves it towards the boy when he hesitates to take it, “it’s y/n’s number. now stop sulking and ask her out!”

chenle’s cheeks burn as he stares at the piece of paper, his heart thrumming as he tries to wrack his brain for ideas on how to start up a conversation with you. he quickly thanks mark before pulling his phone from his pocket, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“hey. this is chenle, mark gave me your number btw! i was just wondering when your next day off is? :)”

chenle, much to his surprise, shakes ever so slightly as his heart thuds against his chest. he had always felt this nervous around you, the result being pick up lines spilling from his lips. but texting you meant he had time to think, to process what he would say, to—

“oh, hey! my next day off isn’t till soon. but i’m free tomorrow after work and my shift ends early. :D”

the poor boy bursts into flames, the butterflies fluttering like crazy in his stomach as he clutched his phone to his chest. you hadn’t even said anything that significant, but to him, knowing he was texting you was enough.

mark laughs, shaking his head at his friends’ antics. how cute.

—

believe it or not, this was inspired by the pudding i had earlier at dinner 😭 mark’s character is also loosely inspired by robin from stranger things! just for the first few parts of the au though hehe :p

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

lee seokmin x gn!reader

0.2k words, pure comfort, sometimes when you feel like slipping you just need someone to hold you

"Yn?" Lee Seokmin's voice drifted into the darkness of the bedroom as he peered in. "What're you doing sitting in the dark like this, hm?"

The door yawned, lighting a dimly lit path to where you sat against your bed on the floor, your knees hugged to your chest. You laid your cheek against one knee and stared at the wall opposite to you while globs of tears slipped from your eyes and dampened your pants. 

And then the darkness swallowed the room again, the door closed behind him. 

Seokmin padded over to you. He said nothing, but moved you forward slightly to sit behind you. He wrapped his long limbs around you, chin and nose snuggled into your neck. Perhaps he was the epitome of the sun at times, but there were moments like these that he felt like channeling his warmth in other ways. 

He felt your shiver in his embrace and he tightened his grip just a little. "We're gonna be okay, honey," he murmured to you, then began to softly rock you. 

A sob slipped from your mouth and he dug his face into your hair. "I got you," he promised, swallowing his own pain. How much it hurt for him to hear you and feel you engulfed in your sadness. "Let it all out."

But if this helped you, then so be it; he would do it a thousand times more. 

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DEEP BREATHS EVERYONE THIS IS MY REQ !!!!!!!

duckie have i told you how much i love your writing … no? WELL ! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH.

the “who did this to you?!” trope is forever my fave, and having it written out in your style + renjun has me absolutely floored !!!!

"I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" — THIS !! this line had me glowing. please . i was so in love with renjun before this and i think it just got even worse after this fic…

can i teach you guys a tagalog word ?? it’s pogi, and i wanted to say that because that’s EXACTLY what renjun is in this fic. renjun pogi. (it literally just means he’s handsome but it hits different in tagalog ok!)

ok i think i went overboard with this reaction ,,, but it’s ok! this is by far my favorite sungbeam work in the world .

okay goodnight, everyone give a read to this beautiful piece & take a look at duckie’s masterlist as well! she’s quite literally the most awesome writer out there >w<

DUCKIE !! I ZOOMED WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN !! i am so in love with your works i stopped my 3 am crying sesh for this ( kinda tmi but that’s ok … ! )

anyway! i’d like some … badboy!huang renjun + “who did this to you?!” trope wherein reader is a mess from some mean bullies at school for dating the popular huang renjun >:( + hurt/comfort !

i know the prompt isn’t in your prompt list and you can totally ignore me if you don’t take anything from your prompt lists :__D

I WISH YOU’RE DOING WELL DUCKIE !!! I LOFE U SO MUCH !! ><

𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁

bad boy!bf!huang renjun x gn!reader

1.2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: mention of bullying, wounds

a/n: ahhh hi niki !!! tysm for ur request, i hope ur doing okay and that mayhaps this will comfort u a little bit :( <3 I LOFE U TOO HEHE

You hissed, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted in pain as the rubbing alcohol seeped into the open wound. It was an angry red gash slashed into the meat of your cheek, running from cheekbone to jaw line. But it was the worst out of the physical evidence, and to be completely honest, the most damage was to your emotional stability. If you even had any left after this. 

Gingerly, you pressed the pads of your fingers against the opening, wincing again at the sting it provided. It kept you awake; after all that happened this afternoon, you wanted to fall asleep on your bed and never wake up.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been blowing up for the past thirty minutes with your friends and your boyfriend spamming you with worried calls and texts. Every memory of what you were supposed to do today had flown out the window as soon as the innate fear settled in when you'd stepped into that classroom and heard the door lock behind you. 

Everything had been a blur after that—

Your eyes shuddered at the memory and your breath was shaky. 

You dropped another bloody cotton pad into the sink, opting to deal with the mess later. Otherwise, you canvassed your form in the mirror: flushed and scarred cheek, hair yanked from its roots until your skull pounded, scratches on your arms to match the bruises on your knees. You braced your hands on the sink and stared at yourself in the eyes, lip trembling, willing yourself to stand up to someone—even to yourself. To be enough for someone, anyone. 

A bang! shook the entire house as the front door slammed shut downstairs. "Yn? Ynie! Are you here, sweetheart?"

Panic. 

Heart leaping into your throat—you were trying to breathe and crush your quaking hands into submission. You slammed your body against the bathroom door, fingers swiftly clicking the lock into place. 

You could do this. You could get away with this. Right?

Footsteps could be heard approaching your room from the stairwell, before entering the bedroom and spotting the closed bathroom door. A small sigh from the other side. "Yn-ah, you gave us a big scare. Are you okay?"

You backed away from the door slowly, hands cupped around your mouth to control your breathing. Why were you suddenly afraid? Huang Renjun would not dare touch a hair on your head, but still, you feared what might happen if he saw your current state. 

There was a reason why the girls at school fawned over him. They had fallen for the idea of his "bad boy" aesthetic, the motorcycles and leather jackets and smirks. You were lucky—yeah, you were lucky. 

"Y-yeah," you stammered, finally. "I'm… I'm okay."

"Do you need ibuprofen? A heat pad or hot tea maybe?" 

You lowered yourself onto the ledge of the bathtub. "No, no. I'm okay, thank you." You swallowed. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry that I didn't let you guys know where I—" Oh god, you couldn't do this. You felt like keeling over. Did you even deserve him? "—I was."

A small thump. Renjun leaned his ear against the door. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?" A try at the doorknob, the silver rattled but didn't budge. "I—"

"No," you forced from your lips, perhaps too firmly. 

Quiet. 

"Just… just…" Your voice fizzled out until you were sure your throat was closing up on you. "Jun, I—I can't…" A tear slipped into the scratch on your cheek and you almost whimpered at how badly it hurt. 

"Yn," he murmured softly, "please let me in." 

"You're gonna be mad—"

"I couldn't be mad; not at you." Renjun's mind raced with the possibilities, and unfortunately, they were endless. "Sweetie, please. Let me help you, okay?"

It was a few moments later that the door finally cracked open a sliver, and Renjun pushed himself off of it. He didn't know what he had braced himself for, but the image of your scarred cheek and watery eyes filled with fear was worse than he could've ever cooked up in his imagination. 

He let you open the door for him, before stepping forward, carefully and slowly. He cupped your face in his hands, thumb ghosting over the red. There was a sort of crimson colored rage bubbling in his blood and gushing through his veins, the kind of adrenaline that made him want to blame someone. 

"Who did this to you?" Sliced through the silence that had you holding your breath. 

"It's not important," you said, so quietly he barely heard you. 

He shook his head. "Of course, it's important—"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Renjun snapped out of that crimson-tinted lens and focused on the present—you, who was more important than whoever had done this to you. He would deal with that later once he'd made sure you were properly taken care of. 

"That's okay," he whispered. "What can I do to help you, hm? Want me to clean you up?"

You nodded, bottom lip trembling so bad. "Just—just want you." 

Renjun's heart palpitated in his chest and he cupped the back of your head to press you against his chest. "Oh, baby," he cooed softly, delicately. "I love you so much, my love. You've been so strong, hm." 

He slowly rocked you in his hold like a soothing slow dance. You clung so tightly to him, fists clenching the fabric of his jacket as your body shook with quiet sobs. 

He just wanted to make you feel safe again; your bullies be damned. 

Renjun helped you to sit on the ledge of your counter while he stood between your legs to patch you up. Once the scratches and bruises were dealt with, he gently pulled your hair out of its braid and combed a hand through the locks. His touch was always delicate, always thoughtful. 

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you later when he had tucked you under the covers of your bed with him. Your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, one of his arms draped around your waist and the other holding your hand. 

You made a small noise of acknowledgement. Your good cheek was smooshed against his chest, nose inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne. "Mm… I love you, too, Jun. Thank you."

He smiled. "For what?"

"For coming to find me," you mumbled. 

Your eyes were closed now and he suspected you were on the cusp of sleep. He smoothed a hand over your hair. "I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" 

You hummed. "Do you ever feel like what they say is true though?" Your mind was a little loopy from drowsiness, but you felt him tense. 

Renjun sighed above you. "Honestly? Sometimes. But only because I wonder how someone as incredible as you would ever lower your standards—"

"I would never lower my standards, Huang Renjun," you cut in, then smiled up at him, shifting. "You managed to pass the bar."

He grinned down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Mm, is that so?"

"Only by a little though."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they're right. We're not perfect, but we can be perfect for each other." He tapped the tip of your nose, cringing. "That was the corniest thing I have ever said."

You giggled, and the sound made butterflies arouse in his stomach. He hoped he could always make you sound like that. "As long as you don't get cornier."

"Then what? I go back under the bar?"

"Yeah." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "But don't worry; you have a bit of leeway."

nct m.list

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i need requests really bad right now (though i can’t promise i’ll be able to get to them all …) 🧍 my writer’s block seems to be so bad HAJDHAJSH

preferably nct / bts ! i’ll prioritize writing for them ! no smut as well please ><

please send them in if you have any 🫶🫶🫶

what if yall requested while i have time 💔

i need requests really bad right now (though i can’t promise i’ll be able to get to them all …) 🧍 my writer’s block seems to be so bad HAJDHAJSH

preferably nct / bts ! i’ll prioritize writing for them ! no smut as well please ><

please send them in if you have any 🫶🫶🫶

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU FOR THE TAGS DUCKIE < 33 you are so so sweet ^w^

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just some of my favorite reads from the past two months! thank u sm to all of the incredible writers out there; i hope u know that u are appreciated and loved!!

**NOTE: check out my rec/reblog blog @rubyten for more !! i definitely have not read a lot lately tho 😅

NCT (all units)

hockey player!jeno having a crush on you (lee jeno) — @loeycity

the hot hockey player who is quietly down bad for u wins the game—and the girl ;]

11:51pm (huang renjun) — @rnjfy

quick and simple whipped!renjun,,, right in front of my salad

pudding (zhong chenle) — @rnjfy

sucker for chenle, esp when he falls in love w u and the pudding at ur workplace

mark as a boyfriend (mark lee) — @lyyhyuck

need i say more õ_ó (bf hcs for the soul)

00:05 (lee jeno) — @jaehunny1428

bff's debut fic!! she's amazing, the writing's amazing, the comfort is amazing

SVT

scored! (lee chan) — @starlightjoong

i have WORDS abt this fic, and if u want a more detailed ver, go to my rec acct but u need to read this chan fic i love! it! too! much!

or, would you rather it be me? (chwe hansol) — @thepixelelf

one of THE BEST, if not the actual best, soulmate aus i have ever read bye

work husband (chwe hansol) — @wondernus

vernon is v much work husband material; teacher dating teacher au (portrayal of the boys r so well done, i have so many compliments)

toothbrush (kwon soonyoung) — @crimsoncauldron

this soonyoung just makes me incredibly soft 😔✨

my things and yours (kwon soonyoung) — @crimsoncauldron

a perfect scene by scene play of how u and hoshi's tastes find compromise (also quite cute)

my burning heart (won't listen to me) (wen junhui) — @adi--writes

we all know hot is jun's era, now read this w one of his performances fresh in ur mind ;D

game day (choi seungcheol) — @escapewriter

tbh i binged this smau in one go and i am not sorry for it (coups, what a gent)

9:24am (xu minghao) — @maiademia

reia thankfully wrote me a sequel to this one, but hao truly is that bitch™

all my love (ot13) — @ethereal-engene

made me so soft w this one 🫂 bestie hit home; u and svt go to pride together

TXT

cuddlebug (choi soobin) — @bunnybeehun

soooo so soft and comforting :( soobin deserves the world

skittles (hueningkai) — @loveliestfelix

THIS !!! was literally like a :O moment for me lol but kai is quite attractive (；´∀｀)

sweeter than (choi beomgyu) — @yedammi

i had to put this here not just cuz i requested it, but bc kari knocked it outta the park as per usual (beach meet cute!!)

adore you (choi beomgyu) — @koishua

sucker for whipped!bad boys? meet the beomgyu version ^_^

SKZ

beach club (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

no but like this whole thing just butters my toast, like the chemistry btwn reader and felix, and the sunrises idea mWAH

forgotten keys (yang jeongin) — @mxxndreams

okok i also have WORDS abt this one (i have more abt it on my reblog), but yang jeongin + tattoos + smirks + tank tops = @_@

like a cat (lee minho) — @bunnybeehun

the overarching metaphor is so beautiful and sad, and so well written

ENHA

lmao i have not read much enha lately whoops

part-time barista!jake (sim jaeyun) — @bunnybeehun

the cute barista scenario who thinks ur also quite cute ;3

omg so cool, my turn my turn !!

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates  // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

not me picking both for almost all T__T

tags !! : @molensworld @malineoo < 3 my followers ihihihi

this or that / tropes edition

tagged by the lovely @hh0320

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates  // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane 

i am pretty much the most indecisive person ever so this was kind of hard 😭

tagging: @sungbeam @lixesque @softie00

Clingy || MYG

(banner by my lovely lovely @itaeewon)

Clingy - MYG drabble by daechwitatamic

Pairing: MYG x reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff and love, slice of life

WC: 1k

Warnings: one (1) curse, this is also not my wheelhouse to write so I’m nervous eager to see what you think :)

Note: thank you a billion times for all the sobbing emojis during your beta job, @/kookstempo!!! ilu pumpkin

You’re comfy – so comfy: blanket over your legs holding in your body heat, coffee cup between your hands still steaming as you wait for it to cool enough to drink, throw-pillows behind you in just the right spots.

Unfortunately, you have to get up. Why? Because you hear Yoongi’s electric toothbrush in the bathroom, and that means he’s getting ready to leave.

You must make your displeasure known.

You set your coffee cup on the table and reach for the remote, pausing the nonsense you were half-watching as you woke up. You pad through the living room sleepily, heading towards the bathroom light down the hallway.

He’s fresh out of the shower, standing before the bathroom sink in only a clean pair of boxer briefs. In the sink below him, cold water is running. You eye his bare back, still covered in water droplets. He never dries his shoulders properly. He turns to look at you as you come into view in the doorway, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

“Uh-oh,” he says, around a mouthful of toothpaste. You can’t help it - you smile deviously.

You come to stand behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, holding on to your own forearms to lock him in place. You rest your cheek against the flat of his shoulder blade for a second – he’s still so warm from the shower – but then face front to look at him in the mirror. In your reflections, you can only see yourself from your eyes up, peering over his shoulder, the rest of you hidden behind the love of your life.

He meets your eyes in the mirror and gives you a look that’s somehow both indulgent and warning. The duality with this guy, you swear.

He leans forward to spit and rinse, and you keep your arms locked tight around his middle, giggling a little when the action causes you to have to stretch onto your tippytoes. You keep your grip tight as he turns to reach for a face-towel, and swivel together with him when he turns back to turn the faucet off.

“Are we really doing this?” he asks you, the barest hint of a laugh in his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say lightly, feigning innocence.

He rolls his eyes at you, but you can see the corners of his mouth fighting twitches. He doesn’t want to laugh; he knows laughing will only encourage your shenanigans.

He turns and heads back into your shared bedroom, and you keep your arms in place, hopping quickly from one foot to another in an effort to not step on him or accidentally let go. He huffs out a laugh as your front bumps into his back over and over in your efforts to keep up.

“Did you know,” he says, stopping in front of his closet, eyes searching for what he wants to wear, “that you only do this when I’m trying to get ready to go?”

“Do what?” you demand innocently.

He cocks an eyebrow at you over his shoulder. You squeeze him just a little tighter. “Get clingy,” he clarifies, even though you both knew what he meant.

“It’s not the only time I get clingy,” you muse, happy to keep the conversation going. As long as he’s still in your grasp, as long as he’s still talking to you, then you’re successfully delaying his departure. “I get clingy when I’m sleepy, too. Or when I’m sad. Or when I just want a hug.”

He’s digging through the closet now, hands going for the hangers he wants. “That’s a long list. How do I put up with you?”

“Good question,” you deadpan. “How do you put up with me?”

He’s been trying to get ready despite your iron grip around his middle – this is such a familiar song-and-dance he’s not sure he can get dressed without you attached to his back – but now he stops. His instinctual reaction, sassy shit that he is, is to quip, “It’s a challenge, for sure,” but something halts him today.

He turns within your little prison, and you allow it. He bends down and kisses your forehead, one lock of black hair falling over his forehead with the motion, and your eyes widen. You obstructing his getting-ready process is commonplace – him being sweet instead of playfully annoyed is not.

But there’s something Yoongi learned the hard way over a year ago when you two started getting serious: while his love language is acts of service, yours is words of affirmation. You both had to learn this about each other and adjust. For you that meant remembering to ask yourself what you could do for him when you weren’t used to having someone else to think about. For him it meant making an effort to put his feelings into words for you, even when it didn’t come easily or naturally.

“Putting up with you,” he says, voice low, “is one of my favorite things to do.”

You go absolutely silent, but you squeeze him a little tighter. You know it doesn’t come effortlessly for Yoongi to be verbally sentimental – he shows his love in a million little ways every day, but this kind of thing means he put in a concentrated effort, made a choice to try and give you what you need. You’re flooded with gratitude, overcome with appreciation for his willingness to try for you.

“Well, now I really don’t want you to leave,” you grumble into his chest. He laughs fully, shoulders shaking and smile showing his gums.

“The sooner you let me go,” he reasons, “the sooner I can come home again.”

“I’d rather you not go at all,” you say. He glances at the clock and gives your arms two quick pats, indicating that he really needs to make some moves now, and your allotted bothering time is up. Sighing, you release your hold on him, making to go back to your spot on the couch. Your coffee has probably cooled by now.

You’re about to step away when Yoongi reaches and pulls you back, wrapping you in one last hug before he has to start hustling to get out the door on time. You sink against him, eyes closing. You’re back to being comfy – so comfy.

not worthy enough ♡⊹ i.n

i.n x reader. genre — hurt comfort. warnings — mention of insecurities. wc — 1336 words. note — thank uuu nonnie for requesting! i know it's supposed to be a short drabble but i kinda got carried away. . . also requests are closed right now so please don’t send in any.

the thoughts had been dwelling in your head for a while now. annoyingly stuck onto your brain like gum at the back of school tables. you’ve tried to deny, deny, deny the negative thoughts but to no avail — your own insecurities took over.

the heat from the shower fogged up the entire bathroom, a contrast to the cold, small feeling creeping up in your veins, tugging on your heartstrings. your tears ran down your cheeks, eyes swollen from the amount of crying you’ve done. you had been crying since the night before, ever since jeongin texted you about having an indoor date, again. he had never taken you out, ever — at first it was under the reasoning of privacy. jeongin told you that he wanted to enjoy all of you, without having to worry about other people watching. however, after months of dating, it started to feel like he was concealing you. sheltering you from the world out of embarrassment of dating you.

the mirror cleared up as soon as you wiped it down, and you visibly icked at the reflection staring back at you. your eyes were a bloodshot red, face puffed up. you loathed the sight of your own self, hyper aware of the fact that you weren’t exactly idol image. your heart hurt at the thought of understanding why the i.n would hide you from the world. your lips pursed as you got ready. repeatedly, you told yourself that maybe it was due to management not allowing the public to know that he’s dating. or something along the lines of that. you sighed. despite not feeling the best, you still wanted to see jeongin. perhaps your boyfriend’s presence would make you forget about the devilish thoughts.

it didn’t.

the two of you were sat in front of your tv, a charcuterie board sitting on a blanket in front of you. an indoors picnic — your boyfriend had said. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes glued onto his phone screen. jeongin was showing an instagram story hyunjin had posted earlier that day — a mirror selfie of him and his girlfriend. you chewed the inside of your cheeks as you nodded along to his enthusiasm, faking a smile.

“hyung finally made it official with the girl, even posted her online,” he smiled, “he’s so whipped, isn’t he?”

“yeah,” you muttered, train of thoughts fleeing somewhere else.

the more your eyes burned, the more you blinked, a pathetic attempt to block away the tears. the last thing you wanted to do was to cry in front of jeongin, over something so stupid as well. but you couldn’t help the train of thoughts wrecking your peace of mind. if hyunjin was allowed to post a picture of him and his girlfriend — what was stopping jeongin? you concluded that it was truly over the fact that you just weren’t worthy enough to be shown, that he was too much of a bright star to be seen beside someone as dull as you. venomous words continued to circulate in your mind, to the point that it had blocked out jeongin’s voice. without you knowing, tears had already began slipping past your eyes.

“baby?” your boyfriend called out, turning towards you. he placed his phone down, looking down and frowning at the sight of you crying.

the tears continued to pour, you were past the point of trying to stop them. they wouldn’t if you tried anyway — the burden of shouldering your own insecurities had crushed you like a boulder.

"innie," your voice cracked, "'m not good enough for you?"

"what?" he replied, tone softer than a nightingale's, "what are you saying, baby?"

you shook your head, your tears blurring your vision, "'m not good enough for you, you're ashamed of me."

he was confused, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your crying figure.

jeongin cupped your cheeks, “who said that, baby? what made you feel that way?”

you didn’t have the strength to reply immediately. your body shook as you breathed heavily, tears carelessly slipping from your eyes. jeongin didn’t push you, instead he rubbed away your tears with his thumbs. you felt yourself get carried onto his lap, body pulled flushed against his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“it’s okay my love, you can cry it out first.”

the words made you cry even more — although you didn’t think it would be possible. his green shirt turned damp from your tears, yet he didn’t seem to mind. the steady beating of his breaths contrasted with yours — bodies moulded together as your heartbeats mixed and became one. jeongin was doing an impressive job at calming you down, muttering sweet confessions into your ears alike a doting mother’s lullaby. you inhaled a deep breath before leaning back to look into his almond eyes.

“my darling,” he whispered as soon as he sees your visage, “you look so pretty even when you’re crying.”

your lips quivered, "i can't stop this feeling that you secretly think 'm not worthy enough to have you."

"how so?"

"it's just that," your lips quivered even more, "it feels like you're hiding me from the world. we've never hung together outside of my house, you've never introduced me to your friends —" you croaked, voice faltering.

your boyfriend rubbed your back, "take your time, y/n. i'm here."

his eyes never left yours as you gathered yourself, taking in deep breaths and trying your best to form coherent words in your head. your vocabulary was all jumbled — you were struggling. you were struggling but you knew that it was okay, that jeongin wouldn't be annoyed.

"i just," you took a deep breath, "i want to be shown off. i want people to know that i'm all yours. i want to hold your hand in public. i want to meet the people that you love, jeongin. right now it feels like you're hiding me because i'm not enough. it feels like i'm a different part of your life. it's not nice, jeongin, i hate it so much."

he blinked. excessively, as if he was blinking away tears. you pursed your lips, "say something, please."

"y/n. . ." his voice trailed off, "my god, baby. all this while i was actually waiting for you to bring this up. i thought you weren't ready."

"huh?"

jeongin chuckled, "i've been thinking of you know, making us public for a while now but i didn't want to pressure you. you know, being in the media's range isn't the easiest thing ever, so i was waiting for you to bring this up. i felt like if i brought it up, it would be sort of like pressuring you. that's the last thing i'd want to do, baby."

he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, "do you know how much i talk about you to the boys? seungmin's tired of it. and i have so many pictures of us ready on my phone, for me to post someday. you're more than enough, y/n, and i'm sorry i've been making you feel less. you are so beautiful, angel."

you wanted to cry — happy tears this time. you pressed your face into his chest, partially embarrassed and partially in awe.

"i take it that you're ready for us to be public?"

"yes, you idiot."

sometime that night you ended up dozing off in his arms, in between stupid jokes and heartfelt confessions. the next morning, you wake up still in his arms, but in the comfort of your bed. you rolled off his arms — if you didn't he might end up with a numb hand and you weren't ready to hear his complaints. you check your phone to see about hundreds of notifications, mainly from your friends —

"y/n! you didn't tell us the jeongin you're dating was the i.n from the fucking band!"

ah. jeongin had posted a mirror selfie of you matching your outfits on instagram.

the smile that formed on your face was wider than a cheshire cat's.

taglist (send an ask to be added!) — @zoe8stay , @starlostseungmin , @bakugossanity , @hwajin , @sleepyleeji , @skizzel , @jkefelx , @asters-abditory

he makes you insecure

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.5k

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tw: unhealthy eating habits, bad body image

nothing too detailed but just bc this can be a very sensitive topic to some!! that being said, im not trying to romanticize unhealthy eating habits or anything like that. as someone who has struggled with these things, fics like these hit a little close to home. but that’s what makes them all the more comforting to me and i hope this fic will have the same effect for anyone that also may also relate. plz be kind to yourself and your body, it’s beautiful and does so much for u!! lots of love, take care 💜💜

Coming off the stage, the soreness of Yoongi’s shoulder becomes harder to ignore as the high of finishing yet another successful concert starts to wear off. After the long hours of practice and leaving it all on the stage, it all seems to catch up to him all at once as he keeps his head down to hide his grimace.

As soon as Yoongi steps foot backstage, he’s immediately knocked back a few steps as you run into his chest. “You were amazing!” you breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a warm hug. Wrapping his good arm around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, Yoongi grits his teeth and breathes in your comforting scent to help him bear the pain.

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