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stray kidz + sensory overloaded! reader

find more content here: stray kids masterlist  ↬ tags: idol/non-idol! skz, sensory overload + gn! reader [not 100% accurate] ↬ word count: 1.2k words (in total)

a/n: i don’t experience the full spectrum, but i relate the most to being overstimulated by touch & light (e.g. when wearing wrong socks, sleeping with certain bed linen, having the lights too bright etc) ,, i am not very knowledgeable on the FULL extent of sensory overload so if you’re curious you can always search it up !

↳ chan + sound 

chan had always thought you were a little on the antisocial side at first: your headphones were always on you and you never really seemed to like being in groups of more than 2-3 people

until he found out: you weren’t actually playing any music in your headphones—it was there for a buffer—because it could get loud at times and you were really uncomfortable with that much noise bombarding your senses 

since then he’d be absolutely gentle around you ,, while he’s an ENFP by nature he’d make sure to tone it down around you

would ask you what you had done previously in similar situations so that he could do the same, if not better for you

has curated a music playlist just for you 

↳ minho + light

minho had always assumed you were clingy by nature ,, somehow grabbing onto him whilst he leads you around 

until one day when the sun was simply high up in the sky and you had begged him to cancel the date to the beach with tears in your eyes

was actually scared like ?? what did he do ?? + when you had finally revealed to him about your sensory overload it clicked: all the times you squinted in the sun and thus holding onto him because it was THAT hard to see, having many pairs of sunglasses (poor boy thought it was accessories) 

from then he’d make sure that he would hold you tight especially in bright areas + it’s a good way to have dates in the late evening  

has an extra pair of sunglasses/ plenty of hats for you (and he thinks you rock them too)

↳ changbin + touch/ feel

changbin occasionally teases you for having shirts of similar/ same texture and you joke along with him (or anyone else) 

when changbin had given you a new shirt and petulantly wanted you to wear it, you were torn between keeping your current top on, or finding an excuse because you hated anything else that wasn’t that specific texture

but you had went with wearing his gift—changbin then noticed how uncomfortable you were: constantly rubbing your upper arms, adjusting the shirt 

you finally had enough of the shirt and had bashfully told him that the gift was nice but you didn’t want it + cue you explaining to a confused changbin why

has gotten your favourite brands/ of similar texture to match you (and so he could see you wear HIS clothing)

↳ jisung + sound

jisung might notice you flinching at very sudden and loud noises but didn’t think too much about it

until there were some mini sparkler-fireworks being set off nearby the two of you that caused you to jump (quite literally) into his lap while you two were out on a date

like minho he was worried like: did it actually scare you this much but would cover your ears, whispering sweet nothings into your ear (okay if you had a smaller frame GOOD because his beautiful body would shield you from anything)

had to clarify if it was a phobia or something else and when you had explained he would do thorough research + learn to take in your social cues when you had wanted out in certain situations

had purchased a good quality headphone set just for you

↳ hyunjin + touch 

(i feel like) hyunjin has an inkling that you were not letting on, but won’t push: in a way he knows that you hadn’t like people touching you

but when he finally saw (someone had lightly brushed past you and you ticked, gripping onto him for dear life) for himself, he blurted out the question that has been weighing heavily on his mind  

you had tried your best to explained what it was to you: deep, firm pressure was okay, but brief touches that left residual sensations were a big no-no for you 

you had also thanked him for asking (now it’s hyunjin’s turn to blush) and for being understanding [but you see even if you two didn’t hold hands, hyunjin would appreciate you for who you were, pda or not]

had now made it a point to ask you for permission before giving you big bear hugs <3

↳ felix + light

i think straight-up from when felix visited your house, he’d have seen that it was dim, yet bright enough just so you can still see what’s around you 

just as he was about to switch on the light you had vehemently stopped him, felix would just go “isn’t it a little dark, that isn’t good for your eyes” 

in the end you’d compromise with a small glow lamp, which was effectively affecting you either ways as you revealed about how having too much light elicited a counter productive fight-flight-freeze reflex 

but what felix was caught unaware of was that for him you were willing just to leave a few more lamps on (for this bright sunshine i think i would try my best to tolerate until i can’t) 

he’d make it clear that if you were uncomfortable he could switch of the lamps too + made sure to observe you for cues if you were about to breakdown 

has littered your room with glow lamps/ dim fairy lights so that whenever he could hang out with you it would still be just as romantic/ cuddly (wtfosdkfsd i want a felix too)

↳ seungmin + sound (as a seungmin stan, i would love for him to hold me-)

seungmin (as your desk partner: let’s imagine that) was gentle by nature, so talking to him wasn’t half that bad; but on days classmates hovered round your table, seungmin would realize that you’d excuse yourself hurriedly, earbuds in your hands as you exit the classroom 

he had a (sadly wrong) hunch that you didn’t like crowds; then fast forward to your graduation, seungmin was by you when a huge hoard of classmates congratulated you for doing the highest in class (oh how i wish) that you started getting panicky, eyes darting everywhere while giving half-hearted replies 

you had dashed out mid-question and seungmin ran out after you, finding you hidden in the utility room far away from the graduating classes: he had no idea what to do other than to hold you and shield you from any curious by-lookers 

when he had asked what’s wrong, you had told him in tears about your sensory overload and how the noise from everyone had rubbed off you the wrong way and you didn’t want to breakdown in front of them

(i love seungmin, sorry not sorry~) would take note of this + is the perfect excuse for dates in the library or museum 

↳ jeongin + touch 

while jeongin had a habit of touching everything he sees, you were the opposite: opting to keep your hands to yourself, or in a pocket 

i think it would catch baby jeongin by surprise when you had touched his bed linen (the first time you slept over) and visibly recoiled, as if you had touched something burning 

“is there something wrong with my bedsheet…?” “it’s…the wrong feel…”

would be an absolute sweetheart and sleep on the floor with you if he couldn’t find a spare bedsheet (with the right texture)

in the dark, you told him about what your likes and dislikes when it came to textures and thank heavens jeongin was curious rather than put off and had agreed with you on some cloth feel 

has now become aware of what he buys (or even gets the brands you like) so he could hug/ hold you without making you anxious because of the feel 

“Yes, for you.” - Mingyu

find more content here: seventeen masterlist

↬ summary: boyfriend mingyu = husband mingyu 

↬ tags: non-idol! mingyu, ballet dancer! + gn! reader [author wants this to happen because ballet 3 times a week can take it’s toll]

↬ word count: 302 words

a/n: can’t wait for their digital single + hbd mingyu (though it’s a bit late) !!

Mingyu had his eyes trained on the glass doors outside the ballet studio. As soon as he spotted you, he stood straighter. Your wide smile instantly brighten his mood and he lifted his arm to wave to you. 

He watched as your friends teased you, pointing at him and causing you to be all flustered. You lightly waved them off, before making your way towards him. 

“Hi baby.” He wrapped his arms you, slightly lifting you off your feet when he hugged you. “I’m beat. My feet are killing me.” You pouted. “Do you want me to carry you princess?” Mingyu joked, but squatted down nevertheless, “Well? Get on? I’ll carry you till the car.” 

You perked up and hopped on, peppering kisses on his cheek the entire duration from the studio to the carpark. You two made a quick work of getting into the car, laughter evident in the way Mingyu refused to let you go. 

“Oh wait! Before we drive off, I got you a light snack.” He produced a small sandwich and you gasped, “For me?” “Yes, for you.” Mingyu beamed. “You’re literally a blessing! I love you so much.” You leaned towards him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. 

“And I love you too. Hurry and eat it before it gets cold!” He lightly chidded. “Okay, okay!” You uncovered the container, relishing the toasty warm sandwich in your hands. Mingyu reached over to your bunned up hair, slowly taking the pins out of it. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ around your sandwich, grinning at him. Mingyu stared at you, hair a little mused up but still pretty. 

“All good?” He habitually wiped the remaining stain off your lips, causing you to sheepishly smile. “I’m good now that you’re here.” 

“And so am I. Let’s go home for cuddles, shall we?”

“You silly. We are soulmates after all.” - Wooyoung

find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: wooyoung would never fail to find you–you were all he ever wanted ↬ tags: soulmate! au, au! whereby moles are places where your lover kissed you, non-idol! wooyoung, gn! reader ↬ word count: 546 words

a/n: i thoroughly enjoyed writing this (and also had a similar dream to this) so ! i hope you enjoy ~

When people dream, sometimes they would see a glimpse of what happened when they were in a different body, a different time, a different place. No one had an explanation for that. 

The thing is, Wooyoung oddly and vividly remembers every single lifetime he has been in. Records of his personal diary was proof of that. Memories of every single timeline were etched into his memory. Not only that, the lore that birthmarks (or moles) are the places where your lover kisses them are true: that Wooyoung can vouch for. 

And there you were. You were always there for him, be it the handsome son of the ahjumma making bathing washes, the neighbor-next-door, the best friend he had a pull to, the co-worker who refused to date him until he produced good results and more. 

“Woo, tell me about this one.” He was pulled out of his reverie, glancing back down at you in his arms. You pointed to the mole just on the tops of both wrists. “Ah, this one. Back in the Joseon dynasty, I might have enjoyed kissing your hands too much.” You stared at him in disbelief, “Really?”

“Your mother had specialized in special bathing waters that could make people’s skin soft. For a man, your hands were pretty delicate, and really nice to hold. A fair maiden like me then was most definitely obsessed with that. Especially when you combed my hair.” Wooyoung added, a hint of teasing in his voice. He watched as you wiggled your fingers, satisfied with his reply. 

“Was there ever a time when we were both of the same gender?” You mused. “Just in this one lifetime. It was hard to get together, but we made it happen anyway. We even adopted a golden retriever because it made the two of us happy.” That lifetime was one of Wooyoung’s favorites (he also remembers that the dog was called Sparky, credits to you). He wasn’t rebellious by heart, but he liked the notion of going against stereotypes. 

“Then what about this one?” You pointed to your right knee. Wooyoung could still remember that, the scene fresh in his mind. “We grew up together as neighbors then became lovers. It’s a very typical and cute relationship. You always tripped as a little kid and made me kiss your bloody knees. Not the nicest thing to kiss in my opinion.” 

“Hey!” You turned around to lightly smack in the chest but he grabbed your hand, “Yet I would do it a million times to see you smile again. You are still clumsy for a matter of fact, but it’s endearing.” Wooyoung kissed the mole by the corner of your lips, liking the way you easily melted into that feathery light touch. 

“So you’ve known me for many lifetimes. Why find me again?” “I made a promise, right at the end of my first life. I said that I would find you no matter where you were.” Wooyoung felt his heart twinge at the bittersweet memory: tears quickly followed by easy laughter as soon as the throes of death came knocking at his door. 

“I love you. And thank you for finding me even though I don’t remember a thing.” You burrowed your face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he laughed, “You silly. We are soulmates after all.” 

Icy Cold Warmth - Sunghoon

find more content here: enhypen masterlist

↬ summary: but right then, as the sun rose, and as sunghoon breathes the same air as you, everything seemed alright

↬ tags: bodyguard! sunghoon, gn! reader, silent treatment (?? i would say this is a tag), angst (not sure about this one ,,)

↬ word count: 523 words

Truth be told, Sunghoon came to hate you a little bit at some point whilst “watching over” you. You had practically ignored him since the very first day he started his job as your personal bodyguard, only giving one-worded replies or a phrase at most. He was at your beck and call, chauffeuring you to your dance practices and music recitals; he was by your side at every event your parents had got you to go to. 

As far as Sunghoon knew, you had a perfect life: everything you could ever want would be served to you whenever. Your parents were rich and successful, and you were their only gifted child. But that also didn’t mean you were happy. It didn’t take long for Sunghoon to figure it out. 

Maybe Sunghoon was being unreasonable: it was just a job. But he didn’t miss the way your eyes would harden when told to attend yet another event to boost your parents social status or how rare your genuine smiles were (the smiles on stage were just for show). 

The breaking point for him was when he spotted you hyperventilating, crying even, and you were crouched right by your bedside. He had thanked his lucky stars that he made the decision to check in on you since you had holed yourself up in the room that day. His heart sank for the scene of you holding in your tears behind your hand was wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Despite all silent treatment, he had grown soft for you and letting you suffer alone was definitely not an option. 

Sunghoon had half-expected you to push him away, but he was taken aback when you had asked between sobs for a hug. In a second, Sunghoon had carried you to bed, drying the tears that stained your face. It took a while to get you to sleep, yet Sunghoon never left your side. The intangible feeling building up in his chest unraveled, spiraling out of control. He was so full of love for you. 

[Turns out that you had spent countless nights lamenting the fact you were that gifted-burnout-child, crying yourself till you were tired. That also explained the dark eyebags and lack of energy you had on most days.]

Neither of you ever spoke of that incident, but since then things changed. Sunghoon shouldn’t be surprised, but he can’t help the way you had opened up to him: all he had to do was be patient with you (a strong suit he prided on). 

You started being verbal about your needs, started relying on him more instead of shouldering your burdens. And as usual Sunghoon would be that grounding presence, keeping you company. He’d sneak you your favorite foods even though you were on a diet, he’d hold you to sleep on days you couldn’t, he’d take you home as soon as he saw signs of being tired. 

But the last straw that made him fall in love with you was when you⁠—in your tired haze⁠—told him, sincerity lacing your sleepy voice, “Sunghoon, no words can describe the immense amount of…love I have for you. I love you.”

“Stop thinking that you’re all alone.” - San

find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: san would never find you bothersome ; he loves you too much to even say that ↬ tags: one-sided love, pining! san, gn! reader, late night calls (you will never catch this author awake past 11.30pm) ↬ word count: 400 words

“Hello?” San greeted as soon as he picked up the call. Sleep was still evident in the way his voice sounded groggy and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. He pulled his phone away from his ears to check the caller ID. 

2.22am. You were calling at 2.22am. 

He let out a yawn and turned to rest on his left side, only to realize you hadn’t said anything yet. “Hey, you there?” 

A suspicious sniffle, followed by, “I know it’s late a-and everything–” “Hey, hey. Stop right there.” San sat up straighter in his bed, cradling the phone to his ear. “Didn’t I say you could call me whenever? We’re friends, right?” 

“Yeah.” Another sniffle and San sighed out of relief that you responded back. “Do you need me to come over? I could right now.” He blindly reached out for his bedside table for his housekeys, silently cursing when he narrowly missed it and nearly tumbled onto the floor. 

“No, no. I…” San ceased all movement, and a knowing smile surfaced, “You need someone to listen to you?” He languidly eased himself back into bed, tugging his blanket higher up. “Yeah. You know me too well, Choi San.” 

“What can I say? I’m your best friend!” Those words stung, but San cherished you more than just a friend. He didn’t want to lose you. Static silence filled the air and San hoped you hadn’t started crying again. “I feel bad for…all these late night calls. Maybe I shouldn’t be bothering you.” 

“Before you start wallowing in your little ball of blankets, I want you to know I’m not expecting anything in return from you.” San spoke softly, hands twiddling with the soft toy in his hands. “Stop thinking that you’re all alone. You have me! Choi San! When you’re upset, feeling wronged, going through some hard times, I want to be there for you.” 

“You’d do that for me?” There was a slight tremor in your voice and San ached to be with you, to hold you and tell you everything was okay. “Just say the word. I’ll be there for you.”

“Can you promise me you’ll stay with me for as long as you can?” The loaded sentence caused the air to leave San in a dizzying rush and he had to compose himself, heart going pitter-patter. 

“If it’s for you, I can and I will.” 

Reassurance - Jongho

find more content here: ateez masterlist  ↬ summary: sometimes, little words does the trick and all you really needed was a good long hug ↬ tags: idol/ non-idol! au, gn! reader, a healthy relationship! ↬ word count: 308 words

“My love…?” 

Jongho’s thoughts of whipping up dinner immediately dissipated, and he gave his fullest attention to you. He quickly kicked off his shoes, crossing the living room in 3 quick strides. The groceries could wait, whatever you had to say definitely shouldn’t. 

He sat down beside you on the couch, eyes genuinely searching yours. “Yes?” 

“I feel like…I haven’t got the most reassurance from you today.” You fidgeted with the quilt in your hands, tucking your legs towards you. Your gaze was downcast as you hurriedly explained your sudden statement. 

“I mean I understand you’re busy and I’m busy too. I just—” 

“Come here.” Jongho opened his arms and you curled up in his lap without a moment of hesitation. Taking in a deep breath, he lightly rocked you back and forth, stroking your back as he did.  

“I’m sorry you didn’t get enough love today.” He peppered kisses all over your face, those feather-light ones that he knew would make you smile. Pulling away from each other, he pressed one last kiss on your lips. 

“You’ve been there for me through my tough times, so let me be here for you too. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” 

“I had a long day, and…I don’t really want to talk about it. So…just hold me, please.” You leaned towards him and he tightly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Yeah, of course.”

Together, in serene stillness, sat the two of you in your own little bubble. Jongho was more than willing to be that pillar of support, just as you have been for him when he was struggling. 

“Let’s just lie here for a little longer.” Since his beloved was asking, Jongho definitely couldn’t refuse. Sitting back against the couch, he cuddled you, not letting you go. 

Yeah, the groceries can definitely wait.

"It wasn't my intention to get mad at you." - Jungwon [request]

find more content here: enhypen masterlist  ↬ request: hi can i request where your like busy studying and hybrid!jungwon was all clingy trying to get your attention and then suddenly you got annoyed and kinda got angry at jungwon so like he’s all sulking and pouty ↬ tags: cat hybrid! jungwon, gn! reader, mad studying (because same) ↬ word count: 501 words a/n: hello my lovely ! i hope you enjoyed this ! i may have made it a little angsty because tensions were UP UP !

Jungwon peeked out from underneath the blankets, eyeing your studious form at your working desk. He’d been very patient (it’s already been more than an hour), waiting (rolling around in bed, upset) with the promise of cuddles after you had finished revising. 

“Are you done with your revision?” He inched closer to the side of the bed, moving stealthily towards you. “I just started, silly kitty.” You hadn’t turned around to reply him, but Jungwon could picture the eye-roll you gave him. He silently huffed, opting to sit in the empty chair beside you instead of lying down in your bed.

“How much more studying do you have?” Jungwon squinted at the diagrams on your laptop screen. A pause, then a sigh, “A lot.” He reached out, fingers curling around your forearm but frowned at your distinct lack of attention. 

You lightly steered him away from your study space with a nudge, prying his death grip on your forearm off. So back he was, staring at you scribbling away. Swinging himself back and forth on the roller chair, his eyes darted back and forth from you and the ticking clock at the corner of your desk. 

Tail swishing in annoyance, he chewed the inside of his cheek as silence seemed to stretch out endlessly—poor Jungwon, he just wanted his hourly dose of attention from you. 

“Are you done yet?” His ears perked up when you closed your textbook. “No.” Your one worded replies weren’t going to deter him; he was getting as desperate as he could get. “Please, I want—” A single glance from you was enough to make him back down, lips immediately zipping shut. 

“Jungwon, quit it! I’m trying to focus here! You’ve been fidgeting around me and I’m having a hard time trying to memorize! Do you know how stressed I am?!” 

Now it was Jungwon’s turn to get upset. 

“You’ve been out studying like crazy, and I know you’re more than capable of getting a good grade! You promised me! You said we could spend the weekends together! I haven’t seen you all week, you know?” Jungwon exhaled, annoyance ebbing out of his body as soon as he finished his rant. 

His ears flattened at the top of his head: why weren’t you saying anything? You looked at him, guilt expressed visibly in the way your shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry I let my stress get the better of me. It wasn’t my intention to get mad at you, Wonnie.” 

Without hesitation, Jungwon pulled you into a hug, stroking your back just like how you would when comforting him. “I’m sorry for annoying you too. I was getting antsy.” His larger frame held you and he basked in your presence, a smile erupting on his face. 

“Are we good? I’m sincerely sorry again.” You pulled away, hands patting the crown of his head. Jungwon purred, finally content because you were with him. Disregarding your apology, he cuddled you close.

“Mmm, just hold me now. Everything else can wait.”

seventeen's reaction to you texting them "i'm tired."

↖ navigation: seventeen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! seventeen x gn! reader

a/n: merry new year to all my readers, here's my last post for this year (i moved my 1st jan post to today just so i could say this lol)

,, for those who have been supporting me through 2023, thank you all so much <3 let's step into a beautiful 2024 together !

scenario 1:

you: i'm tired. him: *missed call* him: pick up the phone him: *2 missed calls* him: where are you? i'm coming over

⤷ seungcheol, seungkwan, chan

whether you were having a tough time physically, emotionally or even mentally, these boyfies want (no, absolutely needed) to see you for themselves, to see that you were truly okay

are the types to have your texts as high priority notifications: if you didn't pick up immediately they would try and try and try until they get through you because they are so worried for you

their minds would be racing and all thoughts of rationality might just be thrown out of the window; they are scrambling to get their keys/ bus pass or whatever mode of transport they are taking and they will be at wherever you are, no matter how late

if it was physical tiredness, then you best believe they will be at your beck and call, anything to help you unwind/ relax

if it was something more mentally or emotionally taxing, they will hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings into your ears, reassuring you all while comforting you

scenario 2:

you: i'm tired. him: what happened? want to talk about it? i'm here for you, okay? i don't know what's going on but if anything please talk to me. if not...should i come over? if you don't want to text we can call too. don't be alone right now, let me share your burdens with you, let me be your strength. him: even if not today, then tomorrow, or whenever you are ready. i'll be here waiting for you.

⤷ jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, jihoon, myungho, dokyeom

sweet loving boyfies like these would send you paragraphs after paragraphs of affirmations

respects your personal space ! but is antsy and wishes they could do something for you; definitely would be thinking about your text the entire time until you reply to them

as soon as you start texting back, they are putting down everything to reply to you, letting you talk and reading your messages carefully before texting you their hearts truest intentions

or if you call them back, same thing ! they will stop whatever they are doing so that they can listen to you, and will even switch on their video cams so that you can see them

in the case whereby you want to meet up, they will find you at their soonest availability and get you over to theirs so that you two can have a private, cozy space to talk

scenario 3:

you: i'm tired. him: let's go get something nice to eat ~

⤷ soonyoung, junhui, mingyu, vernon

these silly goofy boyfies probably mistook the text and attributed it to physical tiredness; they would probably be struggling to write a response and hence would reply a lot later ("did you mean tired or like tired tired or like..." is what is going through their heads)

surely decided to bait you to come out so they can talk to you (and to make sure you aren't alone too)

take it as a distraction ! they only want to make sure you're comfortable and they want to shower you with all their attention and love; they don't want to bring your focus to how tired you were

not good texters but good do-ers (does this make sense?) they will show to you how much they care for you through their actions

"i worry for you."

↖ navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlist 

pairing: mafia! seonghwa x bodyguard/ assistant! gn reader

↬ tags: MATZ being mafia leaders, reader using work as a coping mechanism, mentions of hongjoong once or twice (i'm not really keeping track), not much references of killing/ mafia activities (i think i kept it quite pg!!)

summary: unhealthy coping mechanisms aside, seonghwa wishes you would confide in him first [heads up! seonghwa's thoughts in bold, readers thoughts in italics]

word count: 1,218 words

a/n: this is the most i've ever written in one go (it seems to me my speciality is writing under 1k words because less words = more attention given imo),, i was considering to make this a two part post, but ultimately decided against it // the evil part of me wants to involve hongjoong and make it a love triangle--should i do it?

background:

MATZ is an infamous mafia organization run by good friends seonghwa and hongjoong. seonghwa, the brains of the duo is stoic and serious, yet readily supports behind the scenes with logistical planning and meetings. whereas hongjoong, the brawns of the duo is the person at the forefront of many projects, resorting to force when forceful diplomacy doesn't work.

you were someone they found by chance in a dingy alleyway, a tenacious person struggling to make ends meet. under their care, you've been trained as a bodyguard to protect the both of them.

with the many years of excellent service provided them, you were recognized as a highly treasured employee and have been assisting them in many various way, to the extend the two of them trust you with many organizational secrets.

[again, seonghwa's thoughts in bold, readers thoughts in italics!!]

"i see that you have completed my assignment well."

seonghwa spins around in his chair to face you. his gaze lingers on you and you lowered your head, greeting him. this office was a place you frequented to receive your duties, and this one wasn't any different.

your mind drifted to your next agenda, mentally ticking off the various to-do's for the duo. you had just come back from a week long commission and you were to "strung up" to really want to take an off day. you're good, surely, to jump into the next one

seonghwa clears his throat and you replied, a tad bit flustered that you were daydreaming.

"of course. you can trust me."

he gave a curt nod in response, before pushing a manila envelope across his desk towards you. seonghwa watched as you took a step closer to him. reaching out, you swiftly picked up the package, weighing it in your hands. opening the envelope, you sifted through the papers, eyes scanning the documents briefly before slotting them back.

he gave you a moment to set it aside, then spoke levelly, "this is your next assignment." you tucked the package under your arm and bowed, "i understand. i will get right to it." you quickly headed for the door but seonghwa immediately calls out your name, causing you to halt in your steps.

"is there anything i can do for you?" you queried, turning back around to look at him. seonghwa paused, his words full of gentleness as he asked, "have you been okay? truthfully, please, tell me."

he heard the most recent commission was grueling (he had eyes and ears everywhere, even on you), and every time you came back to report something, security had found you crouched outside his door, hyperventilating. that broke his heart, knowing that he had to hear this from an outsider instead of personally from you; even worse that you put up such a front before him, he couldn't get through that wall.

you froze on the spot, taken aback by his question. sincerity coated his words and you find yourself faltering, the carefully pieced together front crumbling.

"i-i'm fine." you held onto the envelope tighter, willing him to just drop the conversation altogether and let you leave. leave and burrow yourself into the next assignment, bottling up everything at the back of your mind.

"i worry for you. i know that you're really excellent at what you do, but these days all i've seen is this...invisible weight you're...carrying around with you." seonghwa stands to his feet and walks towards you.

he's holding back from swooping you into his arms: as a powerful mafia, he should be able to do that, but when it came to you, all coherent thoughts went out the window.

you internally cursed at how you've been read like an open book by him. "there's nothing you need to worry about." you mumbled, reassuring yourself more than him. seonghwa reaches out for you, and you let him hold your forearm.

out of compassion or pity, you didn't know.

his expression softens at your acceptance, "it is my responsibility to care for those working with me, physically and mentally. you, especially. you're not alone, you know that right?"

for some reason, his words rooted deep in your heart and you felt your heart split into two, holding back unshed tears.

you haven't been completely honest with him, yet you somehow have the feeling he knows too. you continue to hang your head, hoping that he hadn't notice the tears forming rapidly.

seonghwa seemed to notice this and he exhales, pulling you into his embrace. you didn't have time to protest against his actions as he holds you close to him, arms wrapped protectively around you.

you were instantly transported back in time to when you were hanging on to any semblance of hope by a thread--a measly fighter in the streets--when seonghwa and hongjoong approached you and offered this job in return.

seonghwa's body is so close to yours that he can hear your erratic heartbeat and hidden sobs. you felt his lips next to your ear, his voice so low that it is barely audible.

"you're safe now. let your tears out if you need to." seonghwa soothes you, his hands stroking your back as if placating a child. you trembled in his arms, more tears escaping you inevitably. you didn't trust yourself to say anything, so you clung on to him tighter, overwhelmed by all the things you've tried to shoulder alone.

seonghwa rubs your back to ease your mind. he whispers and his voice is comforting, "it is okay to cry. i'm here."

and so you did--much like a baby. after a while, when all of the tears left you rather tired, you pulled away from his embrace.

you instantly missed the sound of his heartbeat right next your ear.

he wipes the stray tears with his thumb and you felt a wave of embarrassment flood you.

"i'm sorry for that. i should have..."

"there's nothing to apologize for. if anything, i should have noticed when you started taking commission after commission without any breaks. i should have realized something was bothering you." seonghwa shoots you a wry smile, apology written in his dark eyes.

wordlessly, seonghwa leads you to the lounge sofa away from his desk and sits you down, grabbing his quilt nearby and draped it over your shoulders. he knelt beside you, eyes never breaking contact. despite his cold front, his warmth says otherwise and that never fails to surprise you.

as he stood up, he felt you gingerly grasp onto his wrist, preventing him from walking away. your eyes were pleading him to stay, full of raw vulnerability; he almost wished he had got you to confide in him earlier.

"i'm just going to grab some water for you. i'll be back." seonghwa tucks the quilt tighter around you and tenderly pushes you back to rest on his sofa. he strides quickly out of the room and you slowly shut your eyes.

you knew he was a meticulous person, but seeing him being this soft-spoken unlike his usual stoic self felt like another barrier between you two has dissolved.

you felt like...now you could afford to be vulnerable. in front of him, at least.

suddenly, the room dimmed down considerably. you could tell by the sound of seonghwa's voice and his footsteps that he's returned. your eyelids fluttered open just as he was brushing your hair out of your face.

"have some." you took the cup from him, drinking a few gulps. his eyes never wavered as he placed the cup down, sitting beside you. you struggled to formulate an excuse to leave, but he interrupts your actions with a promise, "whatever you have in your heart, we can talk about that later. no one should have to endure so much pressure on their own."

seonghwa lets his sentence sink in, and when you squeezed his hand, he got all the confirmation he needed. he adjusts himself so that you could lay your head in his lap and instantly, exhaustion hit you. you started to fall asleep, your mind shutting off and your body relaxing completely in his presence.

the world was quiet now.

"rest. i'm here."

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at the end of the day, it's you whom i come home to

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pairing: bf! yeosang x gn! reader

↬ tags: yeosang being a sulky boy is so cute actually i need to thank my braincells for choosing him this time round paired with this scenario,, yeosang being an office worker (mm him in suits >>), mentions of wooyoung being his colleague and deskmate, basically a pining yeosang

summary: yeosang's morning routine got ruined because you weren't there with him (not entirely serious)

word count: 807 words

yeosang's alarm rang, effectively jolting him awake out of his slumber. with his eyes still semi-closed, he yawns as he reached out blindly, only to be disappointed by the lack of your warmth beside him. he pats the empty space again, groggily mumbling your name under his breath.

he pushed himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before forcing them wide open: confirming that indeed you were nowhere to be seen and that he was alone in bed that morning. yeosang grabs his phone from the bedstand and noticed your message.

"sorry lovely, i know you came home late so i didn't want to disturb you this early. i have many errands to run today, so i left home first. by the way, breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen, so eat well ♡ i love you! have a good day~"

yeosang sighs, a visible pout forming unconsciously on his face. he runs a hand through his bed hair, deciding to finally get ready for the day. body moving on autopilot, he realizes the mundane morning activities seemed so much more dull without you around: no good morning kisses, no hugs, no clingy you to be around him.

steps ladden with mild lovesickness, yeosang trudges into the kitchen, eating alone. even his food didn't taste as good as when you were with him.

a small smile graces his face when he spots the carefully folded attire placed on the sofa. despite you rushing off, you still picked out his office wear, as it was something you did every single morning before his work. yeosang puts on the selected button down and slacks, rereading your message on the post it note.

"I thought this would be fitting for today! I'm sure you would look really dashing as you go into the office today. work hard my busy bee!"

he takes a picture of his fit as he leaves for work, texting you many pictures he knows you would like. sending you a short text to have a good day as well, he leaves for work.

----

initial happiness gives way to moody brooding in the office as he stares at the lockscreen of you two for the umpteenth time that day. yeosang exhales loudly, the clock moving incredibly slowly. you did not reply to his earlier text, only sending him a picture to show you were busying scarfing down your lunch.

he unfortunately chalks it up to you being caught-up.

yeosang signs again, earning him a nudge from his colleague and deskmate wooyoung. "seriously, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" wooyoung joked, but only got a defeated eye roll from yeosang, "yeah, unfortunately-" he turns to face wooyoung, who had in that moment taken a rather unflattering photo of the pouting male.

"too late, i sent it to your lover!" wooyoung cheekily scampers away and yeosang shakes his head at his antics. the same dreary mood carried him through a handful of meetings and for the rest of the day.

finally when morning bleeds to evening, yeosang is the first to pack up, heart racing as he waits impatiently in the lift to go down. he rushes out of the office building, eyes scanning the passing crowd and finally landing on your figure waiting at the same spot for him as always.

his entire being feels so much lighter when he hears your voice calling out to him in the distance: the evening's lazy atmosphere almost turns electrifying whenever you're around him. your smile widens at the sight of him sprinting full force towards you. you catch him in your embrace with a soft "oof!" when he collides into you.

"i missed you so much." he greets you with a kiss, face flushed from running. you gazed up at him, his heart overwhelmingly burst into a thousand butterflies at how much warmth was radiating from you. "i missed you very, very, very much." he repeats again, holding your face in his hands.

you chuckled, raising your arms to tousle his hair, "i know. wooyoung told me how you seemed to be in a horrible mood. is it because i didn't wake up with you today?" you teased him, showing him the picture that wooyoung sent to you: a defeated looking yeosang grumpily typing away on his keyboard.

yeosang embarrassedly nods his head, but when he attempts to act more manly you tiptoe to press another kiss on his lips. "let's go home my big boy." he practically melts into your side, and it feels as if the world is tilted right back on it's axis. everything felt right in that moment: his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you make your way home.

at the end of every day, it was you whom he came home to.

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"for sunoo?"

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pairing: customer! sunoo x gn! reader

↬ tags: reader works in a cafe, mentions of a co-worker (gender/ name not mentioned), eye-candy on sunoo! (who wouldn't), mentions of jungwon (briefly)

summary: you thought having his name was enough and getting his number was optional, but you got it both anyways!

word count: 894 words

a/n: just had this happen to me some time ago and once in a while i just think of the person i had interacted with who complimented my work lanyard AND asked for my name?? girl i was so delusional that day

you perked up at the sound of the bells jingling, signaling a new customer had entered the cafe. you stood at attention by the coffee machine, your gaze landing on the pretty male approaching the cashier. clad in a simple button down paired with a neatly pressed trousers, he looked really clean.

"hi, is there anything you would like to order?" you gave him a small smile and the male in front of you whips out his phone, alternating between looking at you and at his device.

"well, i'm here to collect an order." you glanced at a few of the orders printed out, internally wincing from the number of things to be prepared. "well, can i have the name just to check?"

"sunoo? kim sunoo?"

you redirected your line of vision to the multiple receipts, "there's no kim sunoo here..." the male smacks his forehead rather dramatically, chuckling all while doing so, "oh! sorry, the name for the order is yang jungwon, my friend. i thought you were asking for my name!"

sunoo...what a nice name, you mused as you pulled out the order from the whiteboard, confirming it with the one on his screen. he apologetically shoots you a grin and you felt your heart skip a beat. "for jungwon-ssi, it would be just the cafe latte and our specialty sandwich. you can wait over here while i prepare them for you." you gestured to the waiting spot and sunoo nods his head, "thanks for that!"

he side-steps towards the end of the counter for you to attend to his order. even whilst moving around, you could feel his gaze on you as if he was watching your every move. you mindlessly worked through the motions, preparing the food and drinks easily as if it was like the back of your hand.

"for yang jungwon?" you called out and sunoo tucks his phone away. "do you need a carrier for this?" you leaned towards him to asked, the chitter chatter of the cafe mildly increasing in volume. "uhm...actually yeah i'll take one." you packaged it away neatly for him and handed it to him with a smile.

"thank you for your patronage. i hope your friend enjoys it!"

"i'm sure he would." you held his gaze for a little longer and he breaks into another beam, "your sweater is cute, by the way. thanks for preparing it quickly!" he waves his hand goodbye and you mirrored his actions, heart racing in your chest. sunoo leaves the cafe without another word and you shuffled back to the staff seating area hidden near the back of the cafe.

"i saw everything." your co-worker smirked at you and you flushed, "nah, it was nothing."

"that clearly wasn't nothing! he was hitting on you! you've worn so many other outfits before and on no occasion has anyone complimented you so easily like that!" you sighed, aimlessly waving your hands above your head as if to wipe off the delusional thoughts, "he's just being nice."

"uhm...excuse me?" a voice called out and you jumped to your feet, making your way back to the front counter. "yes...oh! you're back!" you gasped in surprised as sunoo sheepishly waved at you.

"anything i can help you with?" you clasp your hand together, subconsciously leaning against the counter towards him. "nothing much, i just thought that i might as well get something to drink too. what would you suggest?" your face flushed when you realized that he wasn't looking at the chalkboard menu, but directly at you. for your opinion.

"well, are you craving something sweet? or savory?" you picked up a smaller menu, gesturing to the cafe's house drinks and snacks. sunoo shrugs, eyes not breaking eye contact with yours.

"i'm not really sure. why don't you surprise me? get me something you would have in this lovely weather." you hummed gazing out at the sunny sidewalk coupled with the lush greenery swaying in the gentle breeze, "sure, if you could give me a moment."

"i appreciate it, and no rush since it's something special." he winks at you with a dazzling smirk and you nearly gushed at this small but effective killer combo. after paying for his drink, sunoo's lean frame patiently settles down at an empty table and you fight the urge to swoon about it to your friends.

(sunoo watches, stare fixated on you as you bustled around, taking orders from other customers at the same time all while making his drink. he catches a glimpse of the pink hue decorating your face, a smile tugging on your lips as you filled his cup, writing his name on the exterior. he hurriedly scribbles his name and number down on his receipt, folding the paper twice.)

"for sunoo?" his name rolled off your lips smoothly, and you were yet again greeted with his beautiful eye smiles. "thanks for waiting." you handed the drink over to him and he pauses, glancing down at the cup before returning his attention back to you.

he squints a little, reading your name off your tag, "and thank you for the surprise. i'll be sure to enjoy this. have a good day!" he slips a piece of paper into your hands, waving goodbye for the second time today. you pressed the preciously folded paper towards your chest, shyly waving back.

"see...see you around!"

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the severity of you

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pairing: best friend! jisung x gn! reader

↬ tags: friends to lovers trope!, jisung and reader being in different classes but are good friends, confession! (hehe that makes me so giddy with love)

summary: you were the most important person in jisung's life, even before he knew it.

word count: 802 words

a/n: nctdream coming to singapore!! CRYYY

jisung's clutched his phone tightly in his hand, eyes wavering at your last seen a few hours ago. the incessant chatter from his group of friends became background noise as he refreshed the chat again.

the rumor that someone from your class had gotten into an accident spread far and wide through the campus hadn't gone unnoticed by jisung. by the time he realizes you didn't reply to his text that morning, nothing sat right with him the rest of the day.

it wasn't like you to drop off the radar like that...was it you? were you the one mentioned in the rumor?

fear bubbles up from within him and he pressed a clenched fist towards his forehead.

"jisung, are you okay? you don't look that good."

he decides it wasn't worth staying in class: he wasn't going to be able to pay attention, not when all of it was on worrying about your well-being. he grabs his bag, swinging it hurriedly over his shoulders as he stands abruptly.

"woah, woah calm down big guy. what's going on?"

he lets out a choked exhale, tears stinging the back of his eyes, "i...i don't even know..." he grips his bag strap, much like fear gripping his entire being like a vice. jisung shook his head.

"i got to go." he stands abruptly, ignoring the multiple pair of eyes staring at him and the shouts of his friends telling him to come back.

he sprints out of the classroom without further explanation, out of school and towards your home, a place he knows by heart. he hears a distant wail of an ambulance and he picks up the pace, running towards your residence.

he hasn't even told you that he loved you yet.

the frenzied thoughts that ran through his mind became a jumbled mess.

from the first moment you told him you liked him a lot with such sincerity in your eyes, he's always had a soft spot for you. to think, all the times where you stood by him unwavering, whenever something happened to him you would always somehow be there for him...despite him never answering that very question.

and now that you weren't here, he's so afraid he's going to lose you.

breathless, he arrives at your doorstep and with shaking hands he knocks on your door.

"please...please be there..." he leans heavily against it, holding back another wave of tears. the chime of the door unlocking resounded and his gaze lands on you.

"jisung...what are you doing here?" you reached out for him and he grasped your wrist, pulling you in. all the breath was knocked out of him as he exhales, whispering right next to your ear, "you're okay." jisung firmly embraced you, head resting against your shoulder.

you peered up at him, gently fingers lightly wiping away the stray tears rolling down his face. "i thought you were in an accident and came running over." you softly hushed jisung, cupping his face in your hands, "i'm just feeling under the weather, and i just woke up to your hundred messages." you held up your phone, showing him the notifications from him. "i'm fine jisung, really."

he nods, the steady thump-thump of your heartbeat radiating from you calmed him down.

"i missed you. please, don't just disappear on me like that..." jisung felt his throat tighten, "i...didn't get the chance to answer you that time. i realized, i've come love you too, from the very beginning."

you stared at him, incredulous, as you hid your smile behind your hand. laughing, you beamed at him and he felt his heart freeze for a second.

"it's so good to know that the person i like finally replied me. dummy, did you know how long i waited for your response?"

"thank you for waiting for me, for choosing to be by me even when i couldn't ascertain my feelings." jisung hugs you again and you chuckle in his hold, "silly boy, don't cry now. i'm with you always, yeah?"

"yeah."

--- several months ago---

"yah! park jisung! i really really like you!

jisung sputtered at your sudden confession, coughing as he regained his composure. you had stood before his desk, hands pressed against the edge of the table as you leaned towards his seated form.

the curtains lining the windows fluttered in the wind and he paused to take a real good look at you.

"i like you." you repeated, eyes sparkling.

"oh." he shrugged his shoulders, returning his attention back to his textbook.

"i'm going to keep liking you no matter what. i'll be waiting for your answer, even if it's not today, tomorrow or the day after. i wanna know what's your response." you spun around, high-tailing it out of the empty classroom.

"whatever. you're weird." he mumbles, a smile tugging on his lips.

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"i'm your boyfriend after all."

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pairing: bf! vernon x gn! reader

↬ tags: vernon being a little sulky, this piece is for my strong + independent people who just needs to realize that if your lover is doing things for you it is out of love and not duty

summary: a hug and a kiss is all he needs to be comforted. and a promise to let him do all the manly things from now on.

word count: 579 words

a/n: lowkey personal experience because im a girl's girl, im always telling them to leave it to me, and i just forget men naturally just have more strength-

a/n again: i thought today (20th) was the 21st...and i was rushing through it...nevermind...

vernon didn't even register he was frowning until you let go of his hands, choosing to worriedly wring them behind your back.

"i...is it because of what happened earlier...?" vernon glances at you, his gaze already telling you the answer to your question. you averted his stare, hands coming up to rub your face sheepishly.

to say that he was upset was an exaggeration, but to say that he wasn't hurt was an understatement. vernon pauses mid-walk, standing before you, and his thoughts came spiling out in a mumbled mess, "i know you are absolutely able to do all these things yourself, so would it kill you to let me do these romantic things for you?"

—-

vernon perks up at the sight of your untied shoelaces, catching your attention.

"oh! shoelaces!"

he was preparing to get down on one knee to sweetly tie it up for you, but you leaned against him, bringing your left foot up to lace it into a double knot. you smiled at him, "thanks for pointing it out. let's go!" you walked ahead, with him trailing behind you like a defeated little puppy. he stares dejectedly at the missed opportunity to be chivalric.

"i was gonna do it for you..." he lightly grumbled under his breath.

—-

vernon watches carefully, as you scrolled through the combined shopping list. he rests his weight against the cart as you put items into it. “is that a discount?” you pointed to the big neon yellow sign on the highest row and his eyes light up, matching your equally excited expression. “shall we get that?”

vernon detaches himself from the cart’s handle, about to reach up to grab that bag of snacks only for you to tiptoe and with fumbling fingers you nudged the box so that it falls directly into the cart. you nearly lost your balance but he swiftly stretches out his hand to support you. vernon internally groans, another missed opportunity.

—-

he spins around, sulking. he couldn't help it: he isn't mad at you, just disappointed that you maybe hadn't trust him enough to let your guard down around him. or much less let him do things for you.

you didn't even let him hold the grocery bags when you were struggling, saying that you could hold it and it was a "piece of cake".

he hears you put the bags of groceries down and you hugged from behind. "a hug."

you nudged him to face you and you tip-toed, pressing a kiss to his face, "and a kiss.”

you cupped his face in your hands, effectively trapping him. his eyes were focused on your features, on the way you were so incredibly close to him. he felt his cheeks heating up: he really couldn't stay mad at you for long.

closing your arms around his frame, you softly whispered, "i didn't forget. you told me before, if you were upset, i should hold you because you are someone who needs my comfort too."

his throat closes up at your heartfelt words. he finally embraces you, his chin resting atop of your head. you pat his back, as a form of apology.

“i want to do all these things because i love you. i know you can do them, but now that i’m here, would you rely on me? i'm your boyfriend after all."

vernon grabs the grocery bags from the ground, smiling when your face turns a light pink.

"mhm. my lover."

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under his watchful gaze

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pairing: mingi x gn! reader

↬ tags: implied that mingi and reader are childhood friends (about why they are roommates now the author herself isn't too sure just roll with it), you can assume reader and mingi are going to the same school, mingi is 3 years older than reader in this one

summary: you have a guardian angel that watches you while you sleep. that's mingi

word count: 807 words

a/n: can't put any labels on what mingi is to the reader because the agenda of this fic changed course MULTIPLE times, the bonus scene will explain a bit of the backstory (it was only added because the story wouldn't have made sense without the backstory)

a loud knock on mingi's door grabbed his attention and he swivels around in his chair to face you. he removes his headphones, game paused in the background. you stood shyly by his doorframe, greeting him all while clad in cozy sleepwear, "hey mingi, i'm not disturbing you right?"

he shakes his head, "no, what's up?" you waved your hands in front of you, "oh, uhm. i just wanted to tell you that if you're going to play games, could you tone it down a bit? i'm gonna head to bed now, i've got an early class tomorrow." you shoot him a half grimace half smile at the mention of your class.

unfortunately for him, his friends were counting on him to tank a match. he clears his throat and gave you a curt nod.

"yeah, i'll try. have a good rest." he bids you goodbye and his door closes with a whoosh, mechanism clicking shut. mingi tears his gaze away from the door and returns his focus back to the game.

"mingi what's taking you so long?!" he rolls his eyes at the way his gaming mates hollered at him.

"my bad. someone was talking to me. let's go for another round?" mingi cracks his knuckles, before poising them over his keyboard.

"that's the spirit! one more win!"

-----

"ah damn we almost got that team!" mingi groans, rubbing his eyes. "yeah no shot. we nearly got obliterated! if mingi didn't advise us to defend our base i think we would have lost more." his teammates chatter idly, agreeing to take a quick bio-break. mingi stretched his legs out, and wonders if you were asleep now.

picking up his phone, he notices that you sent him a message on social media just a second ago. a second chime signals a new message and he clicks on the notification.

just a bunch of animal reels from this evening...and wait, why were you online?

mingi shoots you a quick text, somewhat apologetic.

mingi: was i too loud?

a small grin appears on his face when he spots that familiar green dot beside your profile icon. you were still awake. awake and purposely avoiding his texts.

mingi: ahem.

mingi: excuse me, but i thought you said you were going to sleep 2 hours ago??

you: well uhm...i couldn't sleep ;-;

mingi: come to my room?

-----

a while later he hears his door open and he turns to look at your tired form, "you seriously need to sleep, like now." he knows you can't quip back at him for he had no classes the next day. he removes his headphones on one side to hear you better.

"well! i just can't, what about it?" you leaned against the ajar door, crossing your arms in front of you. mingi couldn't help but burst out laughing at how you were pouting, clearly annoyed for not being able to sleep.

"why didn't you just come and sleep in my bed, just like last time?" he pats the empty bed behind him and you flushed, sputtering, "i...i mean! it's not...it's not like we're kids again or whatever." you locked your hands behind you, averting your gaze.

"mingi? hey! we're gonna start another round." his friend's voice called out through his left ear and he unmutes himself to speak, "give me 5 minutes." in one swift motion, he gets out of his chair and drags you into his room, pushing you down onto his bed all while ignoring your protests.

you huffed, mumbling under your breath, "it's so embarrassing that you still have to coddle me to bed at this age." you surprisingly let mingi tuck you in, pulling the covers to your shoulders. he takes your phone from you, earning him yet another eye roll from you.

"can't stand you being grumpy the next day, so you better rest now. if your bed doesn't work, then my bed it is." he dims the bedside lamp, the only source of light being his monitor in the room. he squats down beside you and you flipped to your side to gaze at him. he locks eyes with you, a wry smile growing on his face.

"are you afraid i'm gonna let the whole world know that you can't sleep without me around? silly twerp. get some proper rest, not some half-assed 3 hour sleep on a school day." you reached out from under the covers to flick his forehead, accepting your fate. mingi knew you couldn't say no either.

"fine. goodnight mingi."

-----

mingi keeps one side of his headphones on, occasionally hearing you toss and turn in his bed. he mutes himself for the rest of the rounds, choosing to text his teammates in-game instead. mingi switches to the quieter keyboard and mouse to avoid waking you up. in the end he couldn't focus for long--not when you were in the same space as him-- and quits the game.

"i'll go off first. see you all same time tomorrow?" chimes of "sure thing" and "see you" came from his fellow gamers and he logged off. mingi ambles over to you, lying down beside you. he stares at you intently, every rise and fall of your chest under his covers made him happy knowing you were getting rest.

"look who's sound asleep now huh." he murmured under his breath, warm hand gingerly carding through your hair and you stirred from his touch. he hides his pleased chuckle behind his other hand when he realizes that you were nuzzling into his touch, seemingly unresponsive after that sudden movement.

"goodnight to you too."

-----

bonus:

10 year old mingi was shaken awake from his sleep and blearily he reaches out to switch on his bedside lamp.

"w-what..." mingi glances in your direction as you perched at the end of his bed, your half-lidded eyes meeting his barely opened ones. you fiddled with the ends of his blanket, "i can't sleep. mommy and daddy are talking loudly again."

he sighs, opening his blanket for you to crawl in. you slipped into the space beside him, and he drapes the blanket over you. "don't kick me or i'll push you off the bed." mingi threatens jokingly. he flicks off the light and the two of you lay down in silence, the hum of the ceiling fan the only things both of you could hear.

"i'm sorry." you whispered. even though mingi's eyes were closed shut, he can feel your intense stare through his lids. "what are you sorry for? auntie and uncle were nice enough to take care of me until my parents come back from their trip. so it is also my duty to take care of you when they can't." mingi doesn't know if you understood what that loaded statement meant, but you seemed satisfied at the fact that he was beside you and that was all that mattered to the 7 year old you.

he gently pats you, and you fell asleep under his care.

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"then...can i love you now?"

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pairing: childhood younger brother! jungwon x childhood older sister! reader

↬ tags: childhood neighbours troupe, age gap mentioned (i was thinking of a 5 to 7 year age gap since that would make sense for the setting ive created), reader is a working individual with jungwon as a student, heeseung mentioned to be reader's boyfriend

summary: "i'll hold my breath as i wait for your answer, i'll leave it up to you. tell me whether it's yes or no: baby, love me or leave me tonight" - taken from day6 love me or leave me

word count: 928 words

a/n: it was only after i gave it a title that i realized it was greatly inspired after love me or leave me by day6 the line "do you even love me now?" (bomb ahh song) ++ i hope i was able to convey the yearning of an unrequited love and dabble in some age gap factor...

i don't suppose this piece of mine is gonna do well but i wanted to pour out a little of my own experience...i did want to write a backstory but mmm i shall leave it for now,,

ever since jungwon met you, he's never took his eyes off you. attached to your hip, he developed a big fat crush on you, his nuna* (older sister in korean). this crush was something he thought he would outgrow, but to no avail his developing feelings never went away, lasting for as long as he knew you for.

jungwon was that little neighbor boy that always asked you to marry him. now that he is all grown up, he wistfully hopes he has a chance with you, even though you never spared him a second glance: treating him just like a younger brother.

he snaps out of his thoughts when you playfully ruffled his hair, the affectionate gesture causing him to be hyperaware of your presence. it was after hours and jungwon had came over to your workplace to fetch you so that the two of you could go home together. he was waiting for you at the lobby, eyes trained on you the moment you stepped out of the lift.

"jungwon-ah, are you okay? shall we go home?" he faintly blushed under your attention, nodding his head.

home, huh? he wishes that you would visit your hometown more often. in all technicality, you two have been neighbors for the longest time; both your parents and his being best friends meant that you two naturally grew up together. having each other in the other's house wasn't uncommon too, you being best friends with his older sister meant he got to see you around.

"i'm good. oh, and this is for you, nuna." he sticks out a paper bag and you received it gratefully, a beam on your face. he tames his expression, deciding to give you a cheekily smile to hide how fast his heart was beating.

you huffed, laughing at his playful smirk, "isn't this my favorite? my jungwonie is all grown up now. you didn't spend too much on this right?"

he had started working a part-time job at a cafe near your office, since his school term was officially over and he was waiting for the next semester to start. what you didn't know was that jungwon practically begged the store owner to let him work here so he could see you more frequently.

not that you needed to know.

"it's okay, it wasn't much. i just..." know how much you like these pastries to not want to treat you to something. in fact he knew your favorite order down to the exact combination you like your drinks and dessert.

he bites back the rest of the sentence, lamely finishing with a "i thought you might want some". it wasn't entirely the truth since he was the one that saved it for you.

lighthearted chatter bounced back and forth, you asking about his plans for the next semester of school and him being curious about what you do at work.

"nuna, what happened to heeseung hyung? i haven't seen him in a while..." jungwon suddenly blurted out, catching you unaware. the casual breeze was deafening and the silence from you made him apologize profusely, "ah...uh...sorry nuna, i was..."

"it's just...heeseung wants to breakup. things weren't working out." you mumbled soullessly, and jungwon was torn between being sorry for your loss and being happy that you were single now. you took a look at him, a wry smile on your face, "don't stare at me like that. you resemble a rain-drenched kitty."

under the dim street lights, jungwon realizes how small you looked. he remembers how he always relied on you, always choosing to unapologetically stick to you like a little bugger.

you're his role model and especially when jungwon was sad it was you whom he seeked: jungwon wished that he could have protected you from this failed relationship and heartbreak.

jungwon remembered when he attended your university graduation a year back: you had shyly introduced heeseung to your family and jungwon just had to be there to witness how easily heeseung fit in. to say he was envious was an understatement.

out of jealousy, he dragged you to one side with the excuse to take a picture with you: a heartfelt yet desperate 'i still like you very much, nuna' leaving his lips. you didn't know how to respond to him so jungwon hastily turned around, congratulating you again before disappearing on you. he didn't like that heeseung guy: the vibes were all...wrong.

he didn't want to see your expression, much less hear what you have to say. he knew he didn't stand a chance then when age was a factor, but now...

"nuna, if heeseung hyung can't love you, then...can i love you now?"

silence blanketed the two of you after his proclamation, his persistent gaze met with your hesitant ones.

"jungwon-ah…" you started but he cut you off, his heart pounding in his chest.

"please, nuna! don't tell me...i'm not old enough or i deserve someone else my age. i still want you very much, and i'll never stop loving you even after all that." jungwon exhales, pouring his heart unto you.

mixed emotions that flashed through your eyes and you stood there, the no-longer small jungwon a grown up in your eyes.

"one chance."

he widened his eyes at your words: a sliver of an opportunity given to him. reaching out to grab your hand, sincerity zings through him and he pulls you into a hug, afraid that you would spot the unshed tears in his eyes.

"i'll show you that i can love you better than anyone you've been with."

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for you, i'll wait

↖ navigation: seventeen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: bf! wonwoo x gn! reader

↬ tags: 6 months abroad thats crazy!, talks about landing an overseas placement , wonwoo being a supportive bf! but wonu missing you loads, sappy sappy, very indulgent fanfic, small segment on the waiting part is so surreal for me, not mentioned but i want the readers to imagine that you and wonu are in a newly founded relationship!

summary: just like this, everyday he will wait for you, always (readapted from plave's wait for you)

word count: 882 words

a/n: lowkey personal experience because im a girl's girl, im always telling them to leave it to me, and i just forget men naturally just have more strength-

"wonwoo! wonwoo!"

he puts down the phone in his hands, watching as you clumsily toed off your shoes at the doorway before rushing to him by the sofa.

"easy does it, baby."

"you know the interview i was preparing for? i got accepted."

a sense of pride surged through wonwoo’s veins and his lips curved into that beautiful smirk you liked.

"congrats, my love. i knew you could do it." he softly praised you. letting you lean against him, your head rested comfortably on his left shoulder as you snuggled closer to his side. you held up the confirmation mail and wonwoo immediately spots the salutations from the of the letter addressed to you.

his blood then runs cold then hot a second later.

"the…overseas one?" silence blanketed the two of you and he averted his gaze, afraid his eyes might tell too much.

“yeah and...the program will start next month, based on this letter." wonwoo knew how much you've been trying for a work-study program overseas with this particular company you really looked up to.

"but 6 months overseas—" he tried to not his disappointment show and chose to zip his mouth. leaning back, wonwoo exhales through his nose. he wrestles with his inner desires versus yours.

“they are waiting for my reply…i need to get back by tomorrow latest or they will pass the opportunity to someone else.”

he should be happy that you got accepted: you worked hard for it and he was rooting for you every step of the way. he'd been really supportive too, accompanying you to the multiple rounds of interviews and even going to the extent of preparing your portfolio together.

wonwoo begrudgingly accepts the situation at hand. he opens up his arms and you immediately move into his embrace. "if you’re asking me for an opinion, you know i’m gonna tell you to chase your dreams…but damn i’m going to miss you lot... like incredibly." a sigh uncontrollably leaves his lips and he hides his face in the juncture of your neck to calm his racing heart.

he hugs you tight like he doesn’t want you to go and your heart wrenched at his sudden display of affection. “i’m gonna miss you just as much too.” you soothed him, carding your hands through his hair, matching your breathing with his.

“i’m already missing you.”

—————

it was tough, really tough, trying to cope without you around. wonwoo didn't think he'd be that lovesick fool, but alas, he was just someone who terribly missed their lover.

while you were overseas, he catches himself preparing two cups of tea, only to remember (rather sadly) that you weren't around. he puts on your favorite show, and sits on the right side of the couch because for some reason you preferred the left side. he buys your favorite snacks and tries them for the first time (it was too sweet for his liking): he sees why you like them so much and misses the way you would light up whenever he got them from the mart.

—————

"wonwoo!"

in that moment, it was as if time had stopped. realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he feels his entire self awaken. he immediately puts down the drink in his hand, body reacting faster than his mind did. wonwoo stands up from his seat, eyes scanning the semi-crowded café for you.

he couldn't care less about how multiple pair of eyes were staring at him in the café: you were finally here. the instant his gaze connects with yours, he breaks out into an uncontrollable smile. (a smile couldn't even capture the extend of excited he was to see you.)

heart pounding loudly, he greets you with barely open arms as you sprint to him full force, luggage bag rattling loudly behind you. A bright beam on your face and sparkling eyes

"i'm back!" wonwoo easily catches you with a short chuckle, instantly pulling you into his embrace.

he holds you just a little tighter, for just a little longer. hands coming behind you to cup your lower back and your neck, wonwoo draws you in impossibly close, tucking his head in the juncture of your neck. it felt as if it was a fever dream: you two were just calling despite the time difference the day before, and today you were right in front of him.

"i thought you were going to be there for one more week..." he mumbles into your hair, inhaling your scent. who could blame him for being sappy and misty eyed? he really did miss you.

you giggle in his hold, explaining, "well.. it was a surprise! i know how much you're dying to see me, so i made some arrangements and i'm really back for good this time round." you glanced up at him, eyes sparkling and he stares at you, re-memorizing your every feature, the ones that he dearly loved. leaning forwards, he presses a kiss square on your lips, earning him a surprised gasp from you.

"you've gotten a lot bolder since last time, kissing me in public like that jeon wonwoo..." you hid your blushing face in his firm chest and he laughed, insanely happy that you were back.

"i'm so glad you're here with me now."

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alley-oop

↖ navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlist 

pairing: san x gn! reader

↬ tags: cold x warm trope!, i really think i let loose on this one (my inner delusions are surfacing the more i type and before i knew it i birthed this very piece from my author-ussy, !

summary: san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."

word count: 3.2 k words

a/n: i realized that what i see and read greatly influences the things i write...the increase in thriller and action kdrama has certainly been a big reason why my well has been dry lately—

also -> alley oop - a high pass caught by a leaping teammate who tries to dunk the ball before landing.

— 8 months before

"choi san, you need to get your grades up in the upcoming semester, or i'm not going to be able to let you compete in the upcoming basketball nationals at the end of the year."

his eyes widened at his coach's announcement.

"get your overall rank up to top quarter of your cohort. i've put you into the list of players, but your name will be removed if you don't improve."

"but, coach-nim!"

"our members have to balance both the club activities and school work, and i expect more from you because you are our team's stellar player. do you hear me?"

biting back an array of complaints, he hung his head in shame and accepted his fate. he knew that his grades weren't great and assumed if he kept playing well (he was good at it after all), his coach would overlook the horrible C and D grades.

"i know you can do it."

top quarter? he needs to be the top 25% of his cohort??

"yes, coach-nim."

the only problem now was to find someone who could tutor him.

— 8 months before

"and...yeah that was what happened. coach-nim pulled me out of extra b-ball practices. but who is going to want to tutor me?" san grumbles, listlessly swirling his noodles with a flick of his chopsticks.

"i know someone who could tutor you. all the subjects." wooyoung casually mentions over lunch and san jerks up, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "wait...you are serious?" wooyoung nods his head, mouth full of noodles.

"yeah. i know this sunbaenim who happens to just be the top scorer of the school." san sputtered, gold having landed in his lap, "dude?! why didn't you tell me earlier??"

— 7 months and 2 weeks before

"sunbae!" you watch in horror as this male student came barrelling down the hallway, calling out your name another time. not believing your eyes, you clutched onto your bagstrap tighter, the male progressively gaining unto you.

what on earth...?

your flight or fight instincts was triggered and you begin running away from him, not having any clue about what was going on.

"sunbae! stop running away please!" he never ceased his pace, steadily catching up. "w-what do you want...!" you hollered worriedly. he continued to chase you out of the hallway towards the school track field. you felt a sharp tug and you were sent falling backwards into his arms.

"for some nerd like sunbae, you are quite the runner."

you were absolutely floored, sweaty and breathless, whereas he seemed put together, not a hair out of place. you jumped out of his hold, shooting him a puzzled look, "why were you running after me...choi san-ssi?" you squinted at his name tag and he stares pointedly at you, "...now that you've stopped running, i got something to ask."

— 7 months and 1 week before

after much persuasion (it surprisingly wasn't too difficult), you agreed to tutor him after you mentioned that you were friends with wooyoung. in the name of 'getting to know someone better', he has been asking the people in school about what they know of you.

this was as far as he has gathered: you were not someone who stands out from the crowd, the only thing distinguishable was just your outstanding grades. you hardly said no to any request and were an all-round nice person, smiling everywhere you went; hence you were also quite the popular person, much to san's chargin.

and somehow, wooyoung also just happened to be your neighbor. (san wonders why wooyoung's grades weren't stellar, but who was he to judge, right?)

here he was, sat beside the top scorer of the school, also his senior, and also somehow wooyoung's contact. he felt a bit out of place in your neat and tidy room, a stark contrast to his messy and dim one.

"san-ah, let's try that again, shall we? if we look through this part again..."

he didn't want to be here, but he needed to pull his grades up...by a lot. damn his poor grades. he sighs frustratedly, rubbing his eyes from the bright afternoon light streaming into your room. well, it was helping him to focus somehow...

"are you paying attention?" you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he scowls, "sunbae...i'm trying to..."

out of courtesy, he told you to drop the honorifics and now he doesn't know whether to hate the fact his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly or that it was annoying.

"sure, okay...listen, this part here? that's important. if you follow..." you continued your explanation, but paused when you see him drifting off into his own world yet again.

"san? do you need a break?" mildly mortified because you caught him zoning out more than once (this was the fourth time), he huffed and shook his head.

with amusement, san watches as you pulled out a packet of chocolate milk from your bag and he raises a brow when you push it into his hand. "sunbae, what..." did you think he was a little kid? he was nearly 2 heads taller than you and--

"just something to cheer you up. i thought you might like it...but if you don't..." you proceeded to take it back but san was quicker to grab it, lightly grazing your hands in the process.

"i want it." he realized how much he sounded like a petulant child and cleared his throat, 'i mean...i'm hungry." you smiled affectionately at him, causing him to practically wince at your undivided focus.

gulping down on the milk, san purposely avoided eye contact with you. he subtly glances at you from the corner of his eyes: you were looking intently at his worksheet, scribbling tips and notes at the borders, neatly summarizing for him what is the important things.

he'd rather get punched in the stomach than admit he likes you more than he thinks. (he doesn't know yet.)

"well...are you going to start listening?" "yeah...yeah..."

— 5 months and 3 weeks before

"sunbae..." san spots you sitting down by the bleachers in the evening sun and his heart rate picks up. it's been a few weeks since you started tutoring him and he's beginning to look forward to each and every session, putting in the effort to actually revise his topics so you could be proud of him. he's definitely warmed up to you, and unbeknownst to him, his cold exterior begun to chip in your presence.

jogging over, he calmed down for a bit—taking his excessive excitement down a notch—before talking to you

"what are you doing here?" he hoped he was presentable as he stood slightly nervous before you.

"wooyoung told me i should come and support him; i expected you to be around too so i thought i could hang around." you simply smiled and a sting of jealousy struck san. he brushed it off, cool exterior back in place, "so how was i?"

"i think you're really good! i hope that your grades improve so that you can stand brightly on the court with no worries." the way you encouraged him effortlessly nearly had him buckling. just on cue, wooyoung materializes beside san, "sunbae! you came!"

"you called didn't you? i hope all that basketball didnt cause you to forget our tutoring session." you rolled your eyes as wooyoung playfully pats your head, "of course sunbae!"

san guesses he's thoroughly mistaken: you were also tutoring wooyoung.

why did he think he was the only tutee you had? for all he knew you had more than just wooyoung and him as your students.

wooyoung trundles away to get his gym bag and you followed him, all while san stands there trying not to be sulky. you picked up your schoolbag, grabbing your jacket, "san-ah, i'm going to go first."

pausing in your tracks, you waved goodbye to san with a cheery smile on your face, "don't forget our session tomorrow okay?" he brightens at your reminder (if he might add, a little giddy when you said 'our'), "okay...!"

you spun around and jogged to wooyoung's side and san wishes that it was him. maybe if he knew how to express his emotions better just like how outgoing wooyoung is, so that you could have that similar banter with him.

almost immediately, san smacks his face with his palms, eyes widening in shock.

no…now’s not the time to be distracted choi san!!!

— 4 months before

to make things easier for you, you begun tutoring the two of them in your home since they took similar subjects despite the being put in different classes. san was happy that tutoring sessions increased, but...not so happy that he couldn't have one-on-one time with you.

wait...since when did he care about that?

"i heard that you two had a mock test just this week. can i review your papers?" wooyoung confidently hands his over, "i managed to get into the top ten! are you proud of me?" you nodded your head as you flipped through wooyoung's papers. it wasn't long before your attention was on san, who was dodging your very gaze when you noticed the barely passing mark circled in red on his paper.

"i didn't do quite well." san admits, lowering his gaze. "it''s okay. you improved from your previous rank! small improvement is still improvement after all."

wooyoung interrupted and cheekily grabbed your arm, "sunbae! since i did well i can skip on today's tutor session right? see you~" without much hesitation wooyoung takes his own paper back from you and scampers out of your room. "his head is gonna inflate from all that pride i swear." you chuckled and san hides a laugh at your words.

"well now that he's gone, let's review your paper now, shall we?"

you sat him down beside you as you went through his mistakes and gave him additional questions, leaving him quite miserable at the end of the session. sensing his dejected spirit, you pat his back to comfort him. "sunbae, i feel bad because...i can't do well..."

san didn't know what came over him as he rambled on, stopping himself almost immediately because he thought he sounded silly. you grabbed his hand, that same enchanting smile on your face, "well...i'm here aren't i? i promised i'd help you to do your best so you can go for the nationals."

"but why do you want to help me?" san questioned. you shrugged your shoulders, "you're the coolest on the court!" san sputters, "huh? sunbae, don't joke with me!"

you shoot him a bashful smile, "to know that i was able to help you? that's more than enough. i don't need you to repay me; i just wanna see you fulfill your passions."

at that split second of a moment, when the sun was setting and you were basked in it's golden glory, san thinks he's falling in love with you.

— 3 months

"wooyoung, why do you keep hanging out around sunbae these days?" san randomly brings up, before shaking his head, "you know what? nevermind."

"why are you even asking me this question?" wooyoung's eyes never left the computer screen, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard to make his game avatar run and dodge.

san aimlessly scrolls his mouse about, "just...nothing." of course, being neighbors and all it would not be weird for san to witness the two of you walking to and from school together, to hang out occasionally together. that much is normal, but to what extend is it considered not?

wooyoung bursts out laughing, "are you jealous or something? do you like sunbae?"

san silence spoke volumes and wooyoung turns his head slowly, unbelief evident in his contorted face, "you have a crush?!" san slaps his hand over wooyoung's mouth.

"not so loud genius!!"

wooyoung gasped in shock, "no wonder you've been so...weird lately. it is certainly very unlike you and i guess this explains everything. like...everything!"

— 2 months before

san felt as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his heart at the realization that he likes you. that explained all the "unnecessary" heart racing moments when it was just you and him, all the times when he would "accidentally" detour around school just to walk past your class and "somehow" get a glimpse of you.

with this newfound appreciation, his grades also took a turn for the better because he wanted to make you proud. he started texting you about his day outside of school (wooyoung often left him on read), giddy with happiness when you replied to him with the same enthusiasm.

before he knew it, the semester tests were around the corner. san stood worriedly outside the classroom with his other classmates waiting to enter. he spots you walking hurriedly down the hallway and when his eyes met yours, he relaxed his tensed shoulders.

murmurs from his classmates increased as you paused in front of him, "i'm rooting for you. here's your lucky charm." you whispered, pushing something into his hand. as quickly as you stopped by him, you walked away to your classroom on the floor above his.

he opens his palm to see the pen, a grin forming on his face when he notices your name sticker on it. gripping it tighter in his hand, he enters the classroom with confidence.

— 2 month and 3 weeks before

"sunbae, do you have a good luck charm?"

"well, i don't have one."

san propped his head on his hand, "i need a good luck charm for the coming tests, just like what i have for my matches." he points to his bracelet, one made by wooyoung to commemorate them being friends in basketball.

"from me?" you stared at him quizzically and san flushed, parroting your question, "from...you?!" you two burst out laughing at the absurdity of the interaction. you calmed down enough to formulate a proper response, "i'll...maybe think about it...?"

san pouts at your uncertainty, "you're not going to give me one?" you lightly pinched his cheeks, "you're making it very hard for me to say no. i'll get you something, okay?"

"i'll hold your word to it sunbae!"

— 1 month before

"how did it go?"

you were huffing, having ran from your homeroom to san's classroom as soon as he texted you he got back his results. you found him standing outside the classroom: head hung low, hands clenched at his side. he perked up at the sound of your question and the sight before you nearly had you reeling.

"i..."

you waited with bated breath for san to finish his statement. "i...somehow did it..." he points to the ranking that was displayed on his phone, and in the picture you could see that his marks barely made the cut, yet because of the person after him, he was pushed to the top 25% of scores in his cohort.

"san! you did it!" you hugged him and he freezes in your hold. you pulled away from him, unshed tears in your eyes causing him to panic, "ahh! sunbae! why are you crying!!" san hurriedly wipes away the falling tears and you laughed, "i'm so glad all that hard work paid off, even if it was just merely there, you improved by leaps and bounds!"

"could have been the lucky charm you gave me. i brought it with me to all my papers." he mentioned and delights in the way you were tongue-tied at his revelation. "sunbae, why this pen though? is there anything special about it?" he pulls out the pen from his pocket, rotating it in his hands to examine it closely.

"if you really must know, it was the very first pen that i got with my own pocket money. nothing special, but i liked the fact that i worked hard to get this branded pen." you bashfully replied, taking back the pen from him.

he thinks you're really beautiful like this, and he finds it so difficult to not like you. he's thoroughly crushing on you now, even more so than before when he first met you.

"before i forget, san-ah, what's your wish?"

— 2 weeks before

now that san has earn the respect of his coach from his drastically improved grades, he's been staying back after school every day to practice till late.

with the ball dribbling beneath his palms, he relishes in his passion and determination that brought him this far.

"you're in great form, eh?" wooyoung teases as the two of them shoot hoops. "yeah, i absolutely missed this. back when coach only allowed me to come for tuesday trainings? that was such a pain!" san laughs, thinking about how he would linger outside the auditorium as he watch his teammates train with each other, while he had to get going to be tutored.

not that he minded, actually. deep down, he was glad for this break because after meeting you, he was reluctant to go back to this thrice-a-week club trainings. he immediately pushes that thought away, exerting force to fling the ball in wooyoung's general direction.

"did you get sunbae to come watch you?" wooyoung—who somehow has become his confidant for anything relating to you—wiggled his eyebrows and san's face warmed up, "yeah i managed to ask. and sunbae's going to be coming..." san embarrassedly hides his face behind the ball wooyoung returns and an uncharacteristic squeal leaves wooyoung's lips and he excitably hugs san, "let's go! my bro's got this!"

— D-DAY

"san! over here!" wooyoung hollers and san passes the ball over. with just about one more minute left in the last quarter, san was really feeling the physical and mental strain after the first 3 rounds. he needs to make the final blow that will pull his school out of the current tie they were in.

san let's his other teammates go ahead of him as he scours around for a wide spot with as little defense from the opposing team.

san's entire being awakens as his gaze lands on you in the bleachers; you were here for him. his eyes flicker between the court and you distractedly, watching as you looked around uncertainly, before deciding to just stand at the back, still within his line of vision.

"san!" surging with adrenaline he nods at wooyoung, who then swings the ball high up. this move he practiced countless times with his friends, coordinating down to even synchronizing their breaths and footsteps.

this is for you.

he takes a huge leap with arms held up. the moment the ball from wooyoung falls in his palms, he sends the ball hurtling into the net. heart beating in trepidation, he feels the second melting into one another as the ball dramatically lands in the hoop with a satisfying woosh.

"with that quick thinking, KQ high school wins the nationals!"

the whole auditorium was flooded with cheers, confetti and streamers floating down from the sky. san feels himself being lifted up by his teammates, wooyoung shouting in his ear about how crazy it was, but all he could focus on was you and your awed expression. pride blooms through him like a blossoming flower, and he thinks he could get used to having someone being there for him.

after all that congratulatory messages from his team, he makes his way to you, beckoning for you to come over to the side lines.

"you made it, sunbae."

"i'm fulfilling your wish, isn't it?"

san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."

your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turned downwards despite the big smile on your face, "another? that's—"

"—sunbae, will you go out with me?"

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midnight melodies

↖ navigation: nct masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: bf! haechan x gn! reader

↬ tags: nicknames for haechan!! (e.g. haech, my dude, boyfie, loml, cutie pie, biggest baby), very wholesome i promise, this is what missing someone feels like to me, i have been listening to piwon's late night calls ttoo much thank you muacks (>w<)

summary: he called to tell you he misses you ; you replied because you love him so

word count: 673 words

haechan: i miss you like crazy, are you up? haechan: let's chat :> i like talking to you and with you <3 haechan: i wanna hear your voice. pretty please???

he attempts to dial you, line going dead when you didn't pick up on the first ring. he glances at the bedside clock, the neon green numbers flashing a 11.28pm back at him. it wasn't that late yet.

you were probably awake...right?

a minute later, haechan's phone buzzed: an incoming call from you. his eyes widened in surprise as his hands loses all control, the phone jolting out of his grasp from the sudden vibration. reaching out to grab the fallen device, he hurriedly accepts the call.

"you're still awake??" he puts the phone on speaker next to his ear, waiting for your response. a second of static later and he hears your voice, soft and laced with sleep, "haech, you're crazy..."

"hey...i just missed you. a lot." a short string of laughter leaves his lips. he just saw you a few hours ago when you had him over yours for dinner, but he craved your presence again.

it was so interesting, the way he thinks of you so often like it was breathing to him.

another moment of silence, "...the lights in my room are off. it hurts my eyes to be texting. that's why i decided to call." you mumbled and haechan hears the sound of bedsheets rustling. your muffled yawn came through his speakers and he sheepishly laughs, "sorry, is this a bad time to call you?"

he hugs a nearby plushie you gifted him close to his chest, heart warming when you hummed, "my dude, you really texted me all that...saying you're gonna die without me or something..."

he tried and failed to hide his growing smile. he likes you too much.

"my dude?? hey treat me with some respect, i'm your boyfriend alright..." haechan doesn't have the heart to tease you too much, chuckling at your use of "my dude" romantically. you scoffed, "okay boyfie. what's keeping you up, hmm?"

the corners of his lips immediately turned upwards at the sound of his favorite nickname. he rolled over to his stomach, legs idly kicking behind him, "well...i just saw you a few hours ago but i miss you. that's literally all. can't a man miss their lover? i wanna talk to you too."

"you can...it's just...haech, i can't think...so sleepy..." you let loose another yawn and haechan rolls his eyes even though he knows you can't see him do that, "i know, i know, you sleepyhead. feels a bit weird since i wanted to hear your voice but now i'm doing all the talking and you're the one hearing mine. isn't it?" he paused.

"...h-huh..." you blearily replied, causing haechan to endearingly giggle at your tired self. "so cute...should i be kind and end the call?" he asked, certain that you were already almost reaching la-la-land. when you first had a sleepover at his place, he swoons at how you clung to his side making him all protective of you.

you made a huffing sound and he pictures you tucking the blanket higher up your body, comfortably hidden by that fluffy grey duffle he gifted you as a gag gift in summer. now that the weather is colder, haechan realizes that he's known you for quite a while.

he then recalls every single detail about you he memorized over time, the way your face contorts with humor at his antics to the moments where you allowed yourself to receive his odd ministrations of love and even when you reciprocated them with your own subtle actions.

he was in love with you as much as you were in love with him. a wave of emptiness and sentiment hit him and he whispers into the phone, "i love you."

he repeats it one more time: an affirmation, a promise, "i really love you."

haechan clapped a hand over his mouth when he discerns your snoring through the phone. in his fashion, he ended the call with a kiss (also knowing you probably didn't hear that), before curling up on his side.

he'll just have to see you again tomorrow.

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temporary craving

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pairing: bf! hongjoong x gn! reader

↬ tags: established relationship!, saw this somewhere on socials and i for some reason thought of hongjoong pookie bear <3, anyways this is entirely self-indulgent i love men who care so deeply for their partners

summary: you want it? he'll get it

it was a lazy saturday afternoon at home: the 4pm heat mildly stiffling but still bearable with the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan.

both you and hongjoong were idly resting on the bed while scrolling through social media in comfortable silence: a typical lazy saturday afternoon for the two of you. the 4pm heat was mildly stifling, yet still bearable with the constant breeze from the ceiling fan.

you were curled beside hongjoong, his arm draped over your shoulder and fingers drawing patterns up and down whatever exposed skin he could reach. he had the speakers on, a low melody filling in the room as background noise.

not much was spoken, save for the occasional "look at this" and muffled laughter from the two of you. he catches you dazing ever-so-often and affectionately pats the top of your head. you stretch in his embrace, a loud yawn escaping you. hongjoong cranes his neck to press a kiss to your forehead, "done scrolling?"

"mmm no, i'm kinda craving some ice cream. it's warm today." you hummed, absentmindedly reaching up to play with his fingers. hongjoong immediately gets up, and you pout at the sudden movement, no longer in the comfortable position you were in.

"where are you going?"

"to get ice cream from the convenience store downstairs?" he didn't even wait for your reply, gently peeling your arms off his torso. "joong, i was just saying it...didn't mean it..." your confused face made him smile nevertheless, "if you want it, i'll get it. it's that easy, hmm?"

he leans over the side of the bed to give you a kiss, "i'll be back." you grabbed onto his arm, "then let me go with you." he looks at you: despite your determined gaze, your body posture said otherwise. limbs all tangled up in the comforter and hair mused from your tossing and turning—he'd rather you stay comfy in bed.

"it's okay baby. i'll be quick!" he swiftly grabs his keys and his phone, and hongjoong leaves the room. the jingle jangle of the keys was the last thing you heard before silence consumes the room.

you dramatically slapped a hand over your mouth (a/n: i channeled ryu sunjae for this one), gasping at how his gesture literally melted your heart through and through. giggling like a lovesick fool, you beamed at the very thought of him.

damn were you lucky to have hongjoong as your boyfriend.

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barista's special

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pairing: barista! jay x part-timer! reader

↬ tags: (guys im so tired i dont know anything anymore i was in bed and realized i forgot to post this so i had to get up) wholesome fluff surely, a short read about developing feelings! (i like this one very much and pondered a lot about what to write for this) jay being self-aware and heeseung being some kind of a friend c

summary: continuation from this // now that jay has got to know you for a while, perhaps things are brewing where he first met you

word count: 1.03k words

jay wiped down the countertop for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. he folds the cloth neatly and parks it to the side, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

just then, the doorbell jingles and he stands up straighter, ready to receive the customer. the door swings open gently, and jay smiles at the sight of you almost immediately when you meet his gaze.

you shoot him a wry smile when you see the confusion flit across his face as you made your way closer to where he stood.

"last i checked, you're off today. and i'm working with heeseung." jay teases and you responded with equal humor, "i miss working with sunbae so much that i decided to accompany you at work despite it being my off day." despite the sarcasm lacing your words, jay knows you didn't mean any harm. in fact he sees the way your eyes twinkle with mischief and finds you rather endearing.

you held up the thick laptop bag snug tightly on your left forearm, "i'm here to do some school work because there's some renovations going on at home. you gonna chase me out or something?"

jay was glad that the cafe wasn't crowded that day.

he leans over the counter, shaking his head all while a smile tugs on his lips, "you can stay here, but you gotta get something to eat or drink here. cafe rules." you waved him off, huffing at his banter, "i know." you pause to look at the menu, before returning your attention to him, "sunbae! can you make me that drink? your..." you moved closer to him causing his heart to beat in trepidation, "your special drink?"

"yah, you're taking too much advantage of me here!" you made a face, "but, please? can't a struggling student have something special to focus on their heinous amount of work?" you looked pointedly at your laptop bag. "i really like the special drink you make. i crave it all the time but i don't know what you put in there that makes it so addicting." you admitted sheepishly, a silly grin on your face.

jay relents (he had already intended to make you something nice even before you asked), rolling his eyes like it was a big deal (it wasn't), "i'll bring it to you."

you beam and nod at him so brightly, jay thinks he must have done something great in his past life for him to melt so easily just by that action alone. he watches as you move to sit at a cozy spot away from the machines, taking out your study materials.

from his peripheral vision, he occasionally flits his focus to you as he prepared your drink and a snack despite you not asking for it. absorbed in your studies, he was reminded of when he was first starting university just like you were right now.

he graduated just recently and you had about 3 more years to go in school.

"huh, it's been a few months..." jay wonders aloud to himself. it felt like yesterday when you had first joined, the shy part-timer that he warmed up to after comforting you on your first busy shift. but with the passing of time, it was almost nearly 10 months of you joining the crew.

and somehow in this time and in this small space of a cafe, he realized he's taken quite a liking to you.

well, according to google at least (google says its a platonic crush), he surely doesn't have an infatuation on you: he thinks that he clicks rather well with you, having so many common topics to chat about. his logical mind relates it due to the fact the full-time staff here were much older, hence you two getting along well was only bound to happen. he doesn't think about you romantically, nor does he feel that "butterflies in stomach" sensation when he interacts with you.

more often than not, jay finds himself subconsciously glancing past the staff roster to see when his and your shifts aligned, never making it too obvious when he swaps a shift with his coworkers just so that he could work with you; he definitely does feel a sense of pride when he watches you master some coffee grinding techniques or latte art he taught you, and also even enjoys hearing you vent about the professors you two shared.

the oven dings softly, bringing him out of his revere. heeseung who was coincidentally back from his toilet break, stands beside jay. "well, well. who is this for?" jay looks at the older male, one side of his lips quirking up, "the poor student over there."

heeseung looks over jay's shoulders and hums, "said 'poor student' comes here to study quite often actually. during their off days and occasionally weekends, like today."

"really? i didn't know that..." jay stores that information to the back of his head. heeseung side-eyes him, "why, you curious as to when they come? i could tell you if you want~"

"ah hyung! mind your business!" jay sputters and hurriedly pulls the pastry out onto a plate. with the drink in his free hand he makes his way to your table and set it down to escape a prying heeseung.

"for you."

you perked up, "thanks!" he never fails to notice the way your entire demeanor brightens around him (and only him, he hopes). he peers over to look at the notes sprawled all over the table,

you brought the mug to your lips, exclaiming after the first sip, "why did this get even better than the last one you made me!"

jay felt the tips of his ears warm up, spouting whatever reason that popped up to his head, "y-you're just caffeine crazy! i'm sure you don't even start the day drinking water." you sighed dramatically, "sunbae is such a spoilsport. but thanks for making this though! i'm gonna get this A for my assignment!"

as he steps away from you, he catches heeseung staring at him funny, his head cocked to one side, as if calculating jay's every move.

he's got some avoiding to do.

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