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give up

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x reader GENRE: hurt-comfort, burned-out gifted kid WC: 501 WARNING: reader is heavily demotivated, violent self-thoughts

"What if I just give up?" You ask nonchalantly. The book in your hands long forgotten because you can't get a single word into your head.

"That doesn't sound like you at all, though," Wonwoo commented, earning a sigh from you.

"What am I like?" you ask him then. Slipping your thumb to the page you last read, holding it in one hand. You look up to him, waiting for his response.

"I don't know, darling. What do you want to be like?" he asks back. He places his hand on your cheek, caressing it with such tenderness that makes you want to ramble all day and night to him. "You know I'm here if you want to talk, right?"

You know. Hell, he's the reason why you have the courage to explore your emotions, navigating the bubbling joy and boiling rage you experience day by day. He's always careful with his words. He knows all the right things to say at the right time.

"I don't know," you sighed again, sitting down now. What do you want to be like? Has your academic achievement been enough? Moreover, is it worth all the sleepless nights, and nauseating afternoons you had to embrace in order to get those striking A's? Or is it finally taking its toll on you when you're one step from graduating? Perfectionism like a barbed wire, tight around your throat.

Wonwoo take your hand in his. He knows everything. About the way you read everything but understand nothing at the same time, about your frustration of building a flawless method for your research, about your restless consultation. He's always ready to lend a hand if you need one, but most of the time, you only require his shoulder to cry on.

"Want to know what I think?" he asks you, tracing circles on the back of your hand. You nodded, tears are threatening to spill if you ever did as much as blink. "I think you did great so far."

You open your mouth to protest but fall back to silence. Nothing works on you anymore, you wish his word would change that.

"I also think that it's okay if you haven't figured it out yet, after all, it's a tough process. I would tell you that everyone has their own timing, but you also need to know that you don't have forever. For this one specific thing, you don't have forever. If you want to try other stuff, if you want to know what you truly love doing in life, you don't have forever to figure this one out."

And you hate how much he's right about that. You can't juggle everything in one timeline or you'll burst into flames, consumed by your own greed for achievements.

Wonwoo called your name, swiping a tear that finally escaped.

"But I hope it eases you to know that I will spend my forever walking beside you, holding your hand. You don't have to figure it all out by yourself."

a/n. this is very much self-insert idk what else to tell you bcs i be doing everything except my thesis:)

with you

PAIRING: vernon chwe x reader GENRE: schoolmates-to-lovers, fluff WC: 439 WARNING: implications of stressing out, and the relieving methods

Vernon hasn't stopped falling in love with you ever since he saw you sitting alone on the rooftop in high school. Each one of you chooses a different side of the building to watch the cityscape at 3 P.M. on a random Wednesday.

He was about to get down and leave when you scream at the top of your lungs, then laugh all by yourself. All in the span of a minute. He thinks you're possessed then, but when you look up and meet his eyes, you offer him the sweetest, joyful smile. He didn't think much about it, but there was something about your craziness that lifted up the corner of his mouth every time the thought came across his mind.

The second occurrence happened when Vernon was browsing in the bookstore. You were there, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the aisle. You quickly stand up to make way, losing balance before he catches your arms. You thanked him, smiling shyly.

He lets go of you afterwards, murmuring a quick “no problem,” before walking away. His heart beats irregularly. You look even more gorgeous wearing casual clothing and he can't stop thinking about the glasses you wear that frame your delicate irises.

He saw you a lot in school ever since. During lunch when you laugh loudly with your group of friends, between classes, chattering enthusiastically, in the corner of the library when you skip class to catch up on your sleep. He's drawn to you and suddenly everything is okay.

He pledged to at least say something to you during graduation, and he did come up to you, with a stalk of roses. After exchanging names and congratulations, he dared himself to ask you out.

“I thought you would never ask.” You smiled gleefully. He wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly, nor was he expecting to fall for you; unhurriedly, tenderly.

“Listen, we could just go up to the rooftop and scream,” you said on one gloomy day, a thousand dates later. “It'll make you feel better, I swear.”

“Like you do during high school?” He smiles, bringing his hand to rub your cheek. You nodded passionately, smiling back at him. Like you do the first time you infiltrate his life.

You then went on about all kinds of things to release stress; eating a tub of ice cream (your favorite), cooking (time-consuming), sleeping, and screaming out your lungs (also your favorite).

“Babe,” he called, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Thank you.”

You look at him, doe-eyed, mouthing a silence why.

“Suddenly the world doesn't seem too cruel anymore with you here.”

a/n. this was inspired by one of the conversations my best friend had with her bf. she said i could use it as a writing prompt as long as i show the finished result to her😭 so it's safe to say this one is proofread and accepted HAHAH

natural

PAIRING: joshua hong x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 328 WARNING: reader is overthinking

Joshua knows all the way to that pretty head of yours. The way you think, the way you overthink, the way you play out every scenario. So when you fell quiet after he finished his story about his coworkers, he was already on his way to hold you.

"Do you still love me?" you muttered.

"Of course I love you" he smiled. His hands come up, sandwiching your face in between his palms. It's not the first time you've asked such a question, and he's never tired of assuring you that he loves you still. "Loving you is natural, darling," he coos.

Natural is a fitting word. Joshua breathes adoration for you, his hands are made perfectly to carry your heart and keep it from breaking, his heartbeat is your mantra to go through the day, and his smile is your safe haven from the harsh world.

Joshua presses a kiss on your lips, distracting you from all the train thoughts of the future's what-ifs.

"I love you, do you hear me?" he asks. If he could, he wants to have half of your worry, or better yet, make it disappear. Because you deserve all of the love in the world despite whatever people (or the voices in your head) say.

"I love you," he said again, brushing his nose with yours. He finds it easy to say that word out loud, it rolls out of his tongue almost instantly whenever you cross his mind. He doesn't even have to try.

"I love love love love love you," he said with such tenderness. He doesn't mind repeating that word, doesn't mind whispering it in your ear when you're half asleep in his arms, doesn't mind if he had to say only that word for the rest of his life.

And it helps you to relax that he loves you equally as much, if not more than you do him.

"I love you, Shua. I love you beyond words."

a/n. this was inspired by YoungK's song - Natural like that song is so soft and makes me feel loved:")

confession

PAIRING: choi seungcheol x reader GENRE: idiot in love, friends-to-lovers, angst if you squint WC: 864 WARNING: mentions of alcohol, cursing

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" your roommate peeking from your door, all dressed up and ready for a party. You glance at them before murmuring a low no.

Seungcheol would be there and you're afraid there will be a bloodbath.

You heard them shuffling around the room, ready to leave when they suddenly appeared at your door again.

"Just leave!" you ordered with a laugh. Escorting them to the front door, bidding goodbye. You close the door afterward, sighing. Lately, your relationship with Seungcheol has gone downhill really fast. You're not even dating, not even close. No one even knows both of you used to talk on a daily basis until a week ago.

One thing you know is that he would be there at the party and girls would be dying to talk to him like usual. Except this time he might indulge them. To say that you're jealous would be weird because why would you?

You decided to sleep early, trying to shut the image of Seungcheol and the urge to text him.

It was already past midnight when you were awakened by the sound outside your dorm. You tied your hair, walking towards the front door. Half annoyed, half sleepy.

"Did you forget your key?" you mumble, pulling the door open.

"Thank God!" your roommate shouts. "Cheol said you might already be asleep."

"I was..." you said dryly. Your eyes trained on the guy who held up your half-drunk roommate. No longer sleepy, you're suddenly boiling with rage.

"I'll get going then, I was just escorting them home," Seungcheol said, looking at you. You nod your head, grabbing your roommate by the arm. His hand brushed yours, sending shivers down your spine. It has been weeks since you saw him. Even last week arguments were done through texts with no resolution. You wouldn't care much about who's with him, but it hurts twice more when it's your roommates. Not that you can say anything about that and that's just frustrating.

Your roommate held your arms, tugging on his shirt. You tried to detach them from Seungcheol to no extent because they kept asking him to come in for a moment. You had no choice but to let him in, closing the door behind him afterward. Your roommate, as annoying as they are, immediately walks to the couch and closes their eyes. Mumbling something about a headache.

You curse under your breath before turning to face him.

"I think you can leave now," you told him. "Thank you for driving them back."

"Great, so we're gonna act like nothing happened?" Seungcheol asks.

"Aren't you the one who stopped replying to my text?" you quip back, venom lacing your words. You're watching as his expression changes, jaw clenched.

"I asked you to meet but I guess your reputation matters most to you and you'd rather break this up than be seen going out with me, right?" his words hurt, but you find yourself turning to see your roommate's sleeping state. Wondering if they were listening to a word he said. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"Listen, I don't care if you want to go out with anyone, just not them" you point at your roommate. "You're just going to break their heart."

Like he did yours. But that was mostly your fault for involving even a little bit of feelings in this relationship. You were fine being best friends for the last 5 years. Coming from the same neighborhood, going abroad to the same school. Then acting as if you didn't know each other for the sake of keeping each other as a comfort person.

"And you expect me to believe that shit?" Seungcheol smirks. You really want to smack him at this point, finding it painfully hard not to.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you hiss back. He took one step closer to you, both hands on his back. Your heart leaps, when did he become so mature? Did you really not care if he went out with just anyone?

"I don't want to go out with just anyone. I thought I was making it obvious about what I wanted," he said, chuckling lightly when your eyes widened. "You."

"That's a shit confession," you replied.

"At least I have the courage to do so?!" Seungcheol complained. "Unlike someone I know who just ghosted despite maybe having mutual feelings."

"I did not," you lied.

"What makes you think I'm talking about you?" he goes back to annoy you. "I'll prepare a better confession with long paragraphs if you at least admit it."

"I really hate you, you know that, right?" you replied, trying not to smile. "I stand by my word before, that's a shit confession, but I don't think I can word it better."

"Fucking finally!" You jump at the sudden roar of your roommate. They sat up straight on the couch, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Seungcheol's ears turned red by the unexpected setup. Both of you become an easy target tonight, blinded by the need to come back to each other to actually notice anything out of the ordinary. "Jeonghan and Joshua owe me 20 bucks each."

a/n. the pride of a leo is unbearable

saturday rain

PAIRING: xu minghao x reader GENRE: strangers on the park, hurt-comfort WC: 577 WARNING: reader is stressed out

Minghao thinks there's something magical about Saturday's rain. After a long week of work, Saturday feels like the reward, but at the same time the calm before the storm. So when the weather forecast on his phone gives a 100% probability of rain (meaning it already rains when he checked the app, he just wants to make sure that the rain is equal in every part of town), he goes out with his umbrella.

His feet involuntarily make their way to the park. He expected it to be empty, even though he hoped to see little kids running around just enjoying the rain.

He did not, however, expect to see someone sitting on the bench, wearing a yellow raincoat. Getting rained on, alone, yet your face shows no emotion.

You don't seem to notice him and he wishes he could do the same. A thousand thoughts run around his head, a classic mental battle of whether should he approach you or not. he doesn't even know you but he's growing worrisome as minutes pass by and you stay unmoved.

"Care for a company?" he asks, finally approaching you. You try to wipe the water in your face to no extent.

"I don't mean to be rude," you start with a shaky voice. "But I'm completely fine," you look up to him, offering a thin smile. "I guess," you add.

Minghao just nods before walking away from you to the center of the park. At least he asked, right?

Minutes later, he found himself sitting far away from you, watching your back for signs of shaking, or anything. Anything that tells him you still feel something. He knows he will be crossing so many boundaries that he would never want if he's on the receiving end, but he can't. He can't just stand by and watch while you wait for the rain to hit a certain button that will break the dam.

So Minghao sat next to you. He doesn't talk or anything, just holding the umbrella for the both of you. He doesn't mind getting a little soaked in the left part of his body. He doesn't mind it too when you start sobbing uncontrollably. Your cries pierce through his heart, drowning the sound of the rain itself.

When you finally stop crying, the dark clouds have lifted. Only drizzle remains as the skies get clearer.

Hao stood up, offering a handkerchief that somehow ended up in the pocket of his coat, which you gladly take.

"Keep it," Minghao said. He had wanted to tell you to call him if you needed a friend to talk to or a shoulder to cry on so that at least you're not alone. But he couldn't. He shouldn't.

You thanked him quietly, trying to steady your voice. He nodded quickly before leaving you alone once again. Minghao made a mental note to come to visit the park more frequently in the future, waiting for you in your yellow raincoat.

And you, well, you watched as he walked away. A streak of color appeared on the horizon where he was headed. On top of that, you wished that the rules of "there's always rainbows after the rain" would still apply to your life.

When Minghao looked up ahead, a thin smile formed on his face. After all, there's still magic on Saturday's rain, and he prayed that the magic would still be on his side (and yours) until you meet again.

a/n. i love to stay in when it rains on a saturday... also i can cancel on plans because it rains??? why do you want me to be out on a rainy saturday???

braids

PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 399 WARNINGS: none

It's unfair how Jeonghan has such beautiful hair that you can't help but run your hands on the delicate locks every second of the day.

Like tonight, he just came back from work, eyes heavy as he finds you resting comfortably on the couch. Without words, his body gravitates towards you. Head falls to your lap as he lets out a big sigh.

"I'm resigning tomorrow," he stated. You chuckled softly, attention shifted completely to Jeonghan. Your finger cards gently through the tangled locks, earning a hum from the owner. "Maybe the day after tomorrow, if you keep doing this."

He stayed there for a couple of minutes, relieving any stress he had from work. Your fingers graced over his scalp every now and then, releasing the pent-up tension. He loves it, loves how you’re doing it so effortlessly. Loves how it comforts him after a headache-inducing day. Loves how it's you.

In contrast to Jeonghan's hair which never seems to stay short, yours has never reached below your shoulder. You like it short, neat, and easier to style. And you're lucky that your genes aren't as exaggerated as his in terms of growing hair.

"Can I do your hair after bath?" you ask when Jeonghan sits up a few minutes later. It was the most genuine request you had ever asked from him, and he would be lying if he said he was not excited. So he nodded sincerely, eyes glimmering with love.

If he's eager, he tries his best to not show it. But he took an impossibly quick shower, surprising you who's in the process of picking up some stuff. He walks in front of you, sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the couch. You took your place on the couch, gaining a better view of his crown.

Your hands do their work delicately, comfortable silence fills the room as Jeonghan slowly falls asleep. Braiding hair never feels as rewarding, but it’s him and you just love the look of it. Admiring your own work, you realize Jeonghan's head lulled forward. A smile planted on your lips as his breath became even. You stood up from the couch, softly fixing his position.

"I love you" You press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning a soft hum from him before resting your head on his shoulder. You can use a little shut-eye now.

a/n. i posted this last night while having a massive headache that I forgot to format this properly ((soz.))

psychic lovers

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader GENRE: friends to lovers!!! WC: 544 WARNINGS: curse word

"10 o'clock, isn't that your Soonyoung?" your friend asks. Your head whirled in the said direction, watching as a group of guys entered the room. Soonyoung eyes caught a glimpse of you in the crowd, and a thin smile appeared on his face.

He's not yours, well not yet.

The class ended before your head could hit the table and fall asleep. You carelessly packed your stuff and quickly made a beeline to the exit, ignoring the call from your friend. You had one mission now. An important one.

"Soonyoung!" you called. Your eyes widen at the volume of your own voice, then try to mask it with a smile. The other guys turned their heads, grinning wide while pushing Soonyoung towards you. He lowers his head, trying to hide his smile.

It's so funny how everyone addresses both of you as a couple, yet you're not. Not officially. But you want to change it.

Soonyoung greeted you with a smile, a steady voice asking, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you were free tonight?" you ask, shifting your weight between your tiptoe and heel. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue on before giving his answer. Tomorrow's Saturday anyway, he's already going to say yes to whatever you're offering. "Let's go to the cinema," you finally said.

"Okay," he agrees immediately. He took out his phone and pressed on some stuff before asking you, "Does 7 sound good to you?" Your grins grew bigger as you nodded your head enthusiastically.

"I'll meet you there, just text me if you're on your way," you said.

"Why don't we go there together?" he asks back, a smirk apparent in his face.

"Thought you'd never ask," you snickered back. "Come pick me up then."

"Okay then, I'll see you at 7."

And it's 5 minutes to 7 when you hear a knock on your door. Grabbing your sling bag, you open it with a smile.

"I didn't have the time to get a full bouquet," Soonyoung said, handing you a stalk of red roses. Your heart does a little jump when you receive it. This mission is going in all the right direction, and he even throws in his little surprises. You murmur a quick thank you before putting it inside.

It's a short walk to the mall where the cinema is located. It is, however, not a short walk to get to this point with Soonyoung.

"I like you," Soonyoung blurted out. He was looking at the sky ahead, hands in the pocket of his jeans.

"I know," you confessed. "Kinda see it coming from like, the first time around."

Only then did he turn to look at you with the biggest grin. "What are you? A psychic?" You laugh. Maybe you are, but maybe you're confidently moving forward because you fell for him first. Thinking that maybe if you believed he liked you too, he would actually share that feeling someday.

"Kinda," you winked. "I like you too."

"Yeah, no shit" he laughs. Both of you have walked this road many times before, sometimes way too carefully. Now you memorize all the cracks and wild bushes on the side of the road. It was familiar, it was natural, it was worth it.

a/n. i saw a cute couple some days ago and thought they were so cute... even I was taken aback at how i approach these things... because if i were 18, i'd probably texted my friend and said that it's cringe but now i just see it from a different perspective i guess?🫠

independent

PAIRING: choi seungcheol x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 512 WARNINGS: mentions of the reader being a passenger princess ((no pronouns used))

“What…” You stopped in your tracks while straightening your blazer. “Are you doing here?” you finish your sentence, watching as Seungcheol extends a cup of coffee in your direction.

“I thought you were not working today?” He asks back. Initially, you weren’t planning to go to the office today, but desperate times call for desperate measures… or whatever it is that got you all dressed up for a meeting… on a Saturday.

“And I thought you were going camping with your friends?” You take the coffee from Seungcheol, sighing at the contact with the warm paper cup.

Seungcheol raises his eyebrow, clearly not amused by you trying to dodge his question. “They forgot to book the place so we decided to postpone it until next month. Now, where are you going?”

“Emergency meeting,” you answer, taking a sip from your cup without breaking eye contact.

“Okay, I’ll drive you there,” Seungcheol responded, taking out his car key from the pocket of his jeans. You know he’s not accepting no as an answer and you’re racking your brain for a reason to stop him.

“Honestly, don’t bother. I’m going to be quick and then we can watch movies?” you propose. Seungcheol looked at you with a raised eyebrow, not buying into your lies. “I’ll get pizza on the way back. You just relax here.”

“Are you cheating on me?” Seungcheol’s question almost made you spit out the coffee. With wide eyes you smack his chest, earning a low yelp mixed with laughter from the man himself. “Who are you meeting, baby?” he asks again after successfully catching your hand and pulling you closer.

“It’s work, I swear,” you answered. “I just don’t want to bother you with driving me, especially during the weekend!”

“But I’m fine with that, though?” he asks back. In fact, he loves driving you around. It calms him that he knows where you are at all times. No unnecessary worry like when you take public transportation, plus point because he gets to hear you talk all the way. Real music to his ears. You’re his #1 passenger princess and he would drive to the end of the world with you.

“Besides, we’ve talked about this countless times already, baby,” Seungcheol said again. He pushes a strand of hair that falls in front of your face, his strong hands holding you in place. “It’s good that you can do everything by yourself, but I want to accompany you.”

You give him a thin smile, thanking the stars silently.

“Now, where’s the meeting taking place?” he asks, side-hugging you towards the door. You told him a restaurant’s name while locking the door behind you. Now you have one reason to leave the meeting early.

“You know what,” Seungcheol asked as he opened the car door for you. “You should resign and work with me, I’ll save you from all of these meetings on the weekend.”

You laugh heartily. How nice would that be?

a/n. why is it only tuesdaay honestly... i'm so TIREEEDDD

carry your heart

PAIRING: joshua hong x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 518 WARNINGS: none~

Joshua always helps you carry your purse and every other thing, including your feelings.

"I think I left... oh, right," you grin when Joshua brings forward your purse. You link your arm with his free one, leaning closer to press a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Josh."

Joshua smiled back at you, securing your purse in his other hand. He loves carrying your purse, one because you often leave them lying around without supervision, and two because he can store his phone and some other belongings in them. It's a win-win solution.

You stopped before going into the venue, smoothing the front of your dress.

"Still nervous?" Joshua stepped in front of you, trying to find your eyes.

You look up at him, seeing his sincere gaze fixed on you, the way it always does all this time. He had convinced you to come and meet his friends since all of them are in town. A small gathering, but somehow, you feel intimidated. These were the people that Joshua knew from such a young age, the people who stayed through all the ups and downs in his life. You envy them, but you're more scared that they will dismiss you easily.

"Darling?" He called you, tilting his head slightly.

"I'm fine," you tell him. Offering a genuine smile. Your fear can sit this one out.

"I promise they don't bite," he joked lightly. He then took your hand back in his arms and walked together inside the venue. You were immediately greeted by the warm atmosphere and playful energy that filled the room. Joshua turned to you, watching as a smile blooms on your face.

Soon enough, you were engaging in conversations with his friends, exchanging jokes and stories about him.

"I like her," someone spoke beside him. He had excused himself to grab a drink five minutes ago. In his hands, two glasses of soda but he stopped himself from going directly to you. Joshua smiled at the comment, his heart swelled at the amount of adoration his friends showed you.

"I like her too," Joshua said mindlessly. "No, I love her actually," he said when you turned your head to where he was standing, offering a smile and a little wave. His friend just grinned and smiled at his antics.

"Did you have fun?" Joshua asks when you both walk back to his car. Your purse is still secured on his arm. Goodbyes were exchanged, and the night was finally setting in with the moon shining brightly.

"You know, I was afraid that they wouldn't like me," you pondered. "But they're the nicest person I've ever met, Josh," you added.

"How could someone don't like you, darling?" Joshua chuckled lightly. He knows for one thing none of his friends would dislike you. Not when you're the only person who could paint the sweetest smile on his face for days on end.

You only laugh in response, feeling way lighter than before. This is how you trust Joshua; with all of your feelings packed in a purse. Trust him to always know how to handle them.

a/n. daily streak of wanting THE joshua hong to be my boyfriend count: 1

letters

PAIRING: lee seokmin x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 620 WARNINGS: none

When you said you like letters better than flowers, it never crossed your mind that you would receive long paragraphs of text literally every day from Seokmin.

He still gets you flowers every few weeks, freshens up your window, and gives new color to your room. But he loves writing for you. He would spend some time before bed writing in your chat room, telling you everything.

"Did you receive it?" Seokmin asked when both of you meet during the weekend. His eyes shine with expectations that you soon snuff out by looking confused and saying no.

"Oh no..." Seokmin said. his face fell as he realized that you might never get it, that he might have messed it up in the process. After all, it's his first time sending letters through the post office, with stamps and all. Your heart sank when he told you.

"It's fine, don't worry. I remember everything... I'll just write another one and give it to you tomorrow." He reassured.

You went home in the evening, yanking the post box open, and found nothing. Motivated by the letter's content, you went to the post office, talking to the staff, trying to find your missing letter. When one of them digs through the pile of letters, you feel a spark of hope.

You went home immediately after receiving the letter with a golden retriever stamp. In it was the handwriting you recognize well. A two-page handwritten letter that makes your heart tinge with warmth.

I hope this reaches you, the first line read. I can't believe people used to do this back in the day to talk to each other. I don't think I can handle anticipating a reply.

You know, I always love writing letters. Especially for you. However, I find it difficult to put everything into words. But mostly, I find it difficult to explain my feelings when you're around. You make me the happiest in the world, and I love that you always reassure me that I make you feel the same way.

ever since I met you, I think I understand love better. I have more courage to love, because you, my adventurer, deserve the daring love. One that's not afraid to take consequences if it means proving you how loved you are. The good consequences.

But you also deserve the soft love, the pat on the head when days get tough, and the rub on the back when the world gets too cruel. I know just how to fix that with words, and I always love sending them to you because I know you captured them and keep a folder filled with soft words, and good words.

Aside from that, you also deserve guiltless love, the I love yous in the middle of the day just because, the I love yous in between activities because of how easy it was to love you.

And it was easy to love you. If you ever doubted that it was the other way around, I'm telling you; it was easy to love you. It was as easy as breathing, as blinking, as picking up my favorite snack in the convenience store, as reading my favorite book, as singing the lyrics to my favorite songs. by now, loving you is like a muscle memory.

You put the letter in your chest, inhaling sharply as you try to not cry. Seokmin has a way with words, that's for sure, and with him, you don't feel you're saying too much because he would say equally as much. Your world is crowded with his words, words that never stop making you smile.

I love you my star. Don't doubt that for a second.

You would never dare.

a/n. i think i teared up a bit while writing this. bcs as much as this is something he would write, i think i wrote this while thinking of him too. it is, indeed, easy to love him.

Pizza Boy - DK/Lee Seokmin

It's been weeks since the incident but it still lives rent-free in Seokmin's mind.

An off-hand comment made one night when the two of you had ordered pizza to your place. How were you supposed to predict that calling the pizza boy "kinda cute" would have such detrimental effects on your poor boyfriend?

That's right, you couldn't have predicted it. Which is why you're surprised when he says no to ordering pizza after a particularly stressful day in which neither of you have the energy to cook.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just don't feel like pizza tonight..."

"C'mon, you are always in the mood for pizza, babe. You were literally telling me how much you wanted some yesterday."

"Well, that was yesterday. And tonight I don't want pizza."

"Min, this is crazy. It's the only good place open right now that will take less than 15 minutes to deliver." You're looking at him with an incredulous look, and he's staring back at you with a slight pout.

He knows you're right and he knows that both of you are starving. And the truth is he really does want some pizza right now. So with a groan and a stomp of his foot, he lets out a reluctant "Fineeeee.....".

"Look, Min, if you really don't want pizza then we don't have to ge-"

"No no no, I do want pizza it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing." he resigns from the potential argument.

With that, you get up from the couch to grab your phone quick enough that you don't see the insanely cute pouty face Seokmin leaves in your wake. A quiet disgruntled huff comes from him before an idea hits. He'll just have to stop you before you get to see the pizza boy again.

10 minutes. In just 10 minutes you're pizza has arrived and the doorbell is ringing. As per usual you get up to get the food but this time Seokmin grabs your wrist, forcing you to sit back down.

"What are you do-"

"Don't worry! I'll get it!"

With confusion written all over your face, you see him jump up and begin to stride towards the front door.

Just as he'd expected...It's the same boy. One very obvious annoyed groan in his direction later and Min finally says "Thank you very much." with a twitch in his face nearly snatching the boxes out of the guy's hands. As he turns around letting out another huff of air like he's a dragon he kicks the door allowing it to slam into the guy's face. "Hmph he's not even that cute..."

He doesn't notice that you're staring at him in confusion and shock. His face immediately drops, eyes wide as you walk towards him. Completely expecting you to chide him but instead you walk past him and open the door again.

"Sorry about him haha. The...umm...bill."

"It's no worry." A sunny smile washes over the pizza guy. "Oh and here's the soda..."

"Yep, thank you! And sorry again!" The boy just nods and gives a small wave to Seokmin who's standing back just glaring him down.

You smile as you watch him walk away before closing the door gently and spinning around to face your boyfriend who is avoiding your gaze. "What the hell was that?!"

"What?"

"Do not try and bullshit me right now, Seokmin. You slammed the door in the poor guy's face as he pulled out the card reader."

At the mention of his name in full he's as good as putty in your hands. He quickly walks the pizza boxes over to your counter before clinging to you. "Please don't be mad...", he says as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"Min...seriously, what was that? You're never like that with people."

"I know, I know. I just don't like the way you look at him..."

You're truly baffled at this point, "What are you talking about?".

"You called him cute remember? And then right now, right outside, you smiled at him...you smiled at him like how you smile at me." You can feel it against your neck as he says this with sadness, the pout on his lips evident.

You just have to scoff at this. You grab him by the hand and sit him down on the couch before forcefully grabbing his shoulders so he can face you. You smile a smile of adoration at him as you see his puppy dog eyes that look up to meet you.

"Min" A sigh before you continue, "You know that I love you and only you right?" He gives a small nod still looking deep into your eyes.

"And you know that I would never in a million years try to make you jealous on purpose, right?"

"Well, I don't know about that..."

"Min. I would never. You're the sweetest boy I've ever met and I would never try and hurt you. Please, take my word on this."

"Okay. I believe you." His face softens into understanding and calm at your reassurance.

"Good because I'm starving and the only thing I want to do right now is eat some pizza with my boyfriend while watching TV. Would my boyfriend like to do that too or is he too busy thinking about some guy that I don't love?"

His smile grows immediately, "I'll make your plate!", he's joyously going back over to the counter and making food for the both of you before you can even comprehend his actions.

You guys begin to eat having almost forgotten what has transpired tonight you look at him completely in love with the way he eats and sits and smiles as he watches the TV. What you said was the complete truth; you only have eyes for him.

"You know Min, the reason I said he was cute was because he reminded me of you so much..." you say quietly as he's focused on the screen.

"What?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing! Could you pass me the remote?"

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{A/N In honor of his "Happy" cover that dropped today! He blessed us with silly seventeen clips and I just had to write something to celebrate. EDIT: I just checked and this is 1005 words??? What the hell? I swear I didn't mean for it to be this long...}

11:55pm | xu minghao

fluff | 300-ish words | no warnings

an: hbd hao <3

the light sound of giggles hang around the living room. it’s chillier now, with late autumn breeze gradually making way for crisp winter air. glasses of wine half filled in one hand, your other intertwined with each other’s as your head falls back in laughter.

the floor is uncomfortable, sure, but you wouldn’t change this position for the world. you’re both squeezed in the space between the coffee table and the sofa. wrappers scattered across the floor, a small cake sitting prettily on the coffee table barely touched. minghao’s grip on yours tightens as he pulls you closer. he mumbles something about the weather turning colder, how you should start layering more, as he pulls you into his lap.

your cheeks flush as red as the strawberries on the cake in front of you, but you’re still sober enough to chide him on how he forgot to wear his scarf out earlier today. your laughter dies down after a while, enveloping you in comfortable silence. you rest your head on minghao’s chest, letting his steady heartbeat guide your own.

he flashes you a gentle smile when you look back up at him. your eyes form crescent moons, brimming with affection as you place a tender kiss on his chest, right over his heart.

“happy birthday, hao.”

he chuckles right as the clock chimes midnight. tilting your head back towards him, minghao presses a chaste kiss on your lips. you can still taste the sweet frosting on his tongue.

“happy birthday to you too, my love.”

picture perfect | choi seungcheol

fluff | 608 words | no warnings

an: it’s the way i ran to open a new doc the moment these were dropped for me 😮‍💨😕

“baby!”

seungcheol’s voice rings out from the living room. you don’t sense any emergency in the tone, but still you peek out from the study.

“yeah?”

“come here for a sec!” his voice is too giddy, you think. either you were going to get pranked, or he genuinely had something to tell you. taking the benefit of doubt, you patter out to where seungcheol was waiting for you.

click!

a bright flash… blinds you? you’re seeing stars in your vision as white light fades away. seungcheol’s laughing at you, and only laughs harder when your scowl (playfully) deepens.

you take a seat next to him on the couch, rubbing your eyes till the vision comes back. seungcheol reaches out with one hand, lowering your hands so you can take a better look at him. he’s got the gummy smile on, peering at you adoringly as he strokes his thumb over the back of your hand.

“you good?”

“could be better, you know, if i wasn’t blinded.”

“i’m just too shining of a guy.” the gummy smile appears once again, dimples and all.

“i’m going to puke all over you.” you scrunch your nose in faux disgust, and he laughs at you once again. you would’ve found it cute if it wasn’t for your curiosity over the small black square your boyfriend was fiddling with.

realisation dawns you as you register the new film camera in his hands. “oh! it finally came?”

he grins, aiming the lens at you once more. “it finally came. pretty neat right?”

you hum in agreement. it is pretty, you guess. it’s a model he’s been eyeing for a while now, and he looks so happy holding it and snapping pictures around the house.

your thoughts are interrupted once again by the camera’s flash. you shut your eyes in recoil, only slightly annoyed at your boyfriend’s antics.

rubbing your face with your hands once again, you shift closer to seungcheol to peek at the camera. however, he interprets your sudden movement towards him as you wanting to grab his camera. seungcheol childishly jumps up from his seat, circling round the coffee table instead, tiny “hey!” escaping you as you fell over his previously occupied seat.

“no touching my baby!” it’s comical, the way he cradles the camera in his hands close to his chest as if it was a real baby. you huff in disbelief, crossing your arms as you look up at him.

“i thought i was your baby?!”

kkuma, materialising from under the sofa, barks in agreement. seungcheol scoffs at the way his dog jumps up to join you on your lap, glaring him down at his bold statement.

there you sat, cross legged on the sofa with kkuma on your lap. you, clad in one of seungcheol’s oversized tees, hair slightly tousled. you, bare-faced only for him, arms protectively wrapped around his dog/daughter as you shoot twin stares down at him.

you, the love of his life, who he’s picturing the rest of his future with at this very moment.

he can’t resist it. nope. he absolutely has to. wordlessly, he raises the viewfinder to snap a picture of you. thank god he managed to shut off the flash, he thinks. he smiles down at the two of you, with the familiar lovestruck gummy smile making another signature appearance.

you simply tilt your head in confusion, no doubt wondering if your boyfriend had lost his mind. kkuma looks up at you, then at seungcheol, perfectly mimicking your tilt. seungcheol gasps and coos, snapping another picture before kkuma barks again.

“don’t worry, you’ll both always be the princesses of my heart.”

taking it slow | xu minghao

angst | 1.1k words | warnings: y/n gets a panic attack

an: and if i told you this was based off a dream i had a whole year ago?

These past few months had been an absolute mess for you. Missed deadlines, cracked phone, broken bag straps; you thought the world had already thrown its all at you. Clearly, you didn’t take into account your soulmate throwing himself at you too.

Ever since the day you bumped into Minghao at the train station– ever since the moment the offending red string materialised on your pinkies– it was like he was following you everywhere. The cafe? He was in line behind you. The grocery store? Minghao’s in the baking aisle, checking out a new brand of flour. In every encounter, he would try to approach you. The florist you work at? He was buying flowers for his mom (your heart melted a little at this- he was buying them just because). And in every encounter, you would try to run away.

Which was why you’re frustrated as to how he’s managed to corner you here: in an art gallery, in the middle of an exhibition. You were caged against the wall by Minghao as you were walking, hidden right behind a pair of potted plants.

(You find out later that he worked there. And that it was his exhibition that you were walking through. Of course, he works at the art gallery, you think.)

“Y/n, look at me.” Minghao’s hands grasped you by your shoulders. Head tilted, he tried to make eye contact, but your lowered head wasn’t doing much for him. He sighed. “Y/n, stop running away. You know you’ll have to face me sooner or later. Come on.”

You couldn’t. Looking at him meant you were accepting the fate that was destined for both of you. Soulmates?! The very thought of the universe forcing two strangers together for the rest of their lives made you feel queasy. Your commitment issues or lack thereof were quaking in their boots.

“Y/n,” his voice was softer this time. Gently, Minghao’s fingers cupped your chin in the warm embrace of his hand, his thumb caressing the soft curve beneath. With a tender touch, he lifted your chin, guiding your gaze upward. Your eyes met, yours already brimming with tears threatening to roll down anytime. It was a gesture so intimate and reassuring, as if he held not just your chin but also a delicate moment suspended in time.

He sighed as his thumb delicately swiped across your cheek. His touch, so warm and comforting that you had to fight the urge to lean into his palm. “Y/n,” he started once more.

“You’re important to me. I need you to know that.”

“You don’t even know me, Xu Minghao.”

“I know you like vanilla lattes. I know you prefer cats over dogs, and how you like lily of the valleys because they’re your birth flower.” The deadpan look on your face despite the dried streaks of tears elicited a small laugh from him. “I’ll take all the time in the world to get to know you. Please, Y/n. Can’t you see the red string on our hands?”

As if doused by cold water, you tore yourself away from his touch. Your eyes drifted down to where Minghao was referring to. Yes, that stupid red string was still connected to your hands. It had never disappeared, ever since you had first met Minghao all those months ago.

Of course, everyone has a soulmate; it wasn’t rare for people to meet their destined partner at all. However, that didn’t mean that all relationships the red string had helped to bind were happy ones. You’ve seen your fair share of people perpetually had their trust in their red strings of fate torn apart and broken. You didn’t want to put your all in a ‘destined’ relationship only for it to fall apart and ruin your life, just like all of theirs.

Anxiety gripped you like a relentless tide, each wave threatening to pull you under. Your breaths quickened, shallow and erratic, and your chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of dread. The world around you blurred as a suffocating sense of panic took hold.

“Hey, hey…” you didn’t notice when Minghao approached you again, but this time you let yourself melt in the comfort of his arms. His protective grip around you tightened as you felt yourself let go, slumping into his chest as sobs shook through your whole body. He continued holding you firmly, palms rubbing slow circles on your back as he whispered words of comfort in your ears.

Your fists clenched up against his chest, tears staining his carefully pressed shirt. Not that it mattered to him- comforting you was his top priority now. Minghao, ever loving, patted your hair, gentle whispers of “I’m right here,” and “it’s going to be okay,” every once in a while. It took you a while, but eventually, your sobs subsided into little hiccups and pants. Minghao looks down at you, using his sleeves to wipe away any more tears on your face. He couldn’t help himself; he chuckled a little upon seeing your pout. Even during a mental breakdown, you’re still the most precious thing in his eyes.

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Your hands betrayed your inner turmoil, fingers restlessly intertwining and then pulling away as if unable to find solace in each other's company. Minghao took it upon himself to separate them by intertwining his slender fingers with yours. “It’s okay. You’re fine. I’m right here.”

His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of your hand, a silent language of comfort and connection. Each gentle brush carried a whisper of comfort that was beyond words. The world outside vanished in that little instant, and the simple, tender gesture spoke volumes about the unspoken bond you clearly shared.

Minghao cleared his throat, catching your attention once again. “I’m aware… that you don’t like the whole idea of soulmates. I’m still interested in you, and I’d love to get to know you more. As friends! We don’t have to date if you don’t want to.

“I’m glad the red string brought you to me. I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if I let you go.” He chuckled, a pained expression despite the loving smile on his face. “What I’m trying to say is: I’ll take responsibility for everything. Please, Y/n. Trust me. Give me a chance. Don’t just push me away like this.”

Your silence was deafening to him. Still, Minghao waited patiently for you, rubbing slow circles on the back of your hands. You couldn’t phantom how someone could have so much love for a person they barely knew, yet Xu Minghao exceeded your expectations over and over again. You sighed, finally giving in to his puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Friends first.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, heart already swelling with affection for you. He nodded.

“Friends first.”

hello!!! I really enjoy your fics and was wondering if you could do wonwoo, cheol & mingyu where they're crushing on you? separate ones!!

when they have a crush on you | hhu

fluff | 1278 words (300-ish per member) | no warnings

an: hihi! hope this is what you're looking for! it took me a while ngl I have new-found respect for headcanon writers T-T + added vernon because 🤷🏽‍♀️

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1. Choi Seungcheol

He carries your bags for you. 

You’re not sure when it started, but you’ve noticed that Seungcheol would always carry your bags for you, even despite your insistence. It’s like he’s made it his own personal mission to carry your stuff for you, even when you’re out with others. of course, this came hand in hand with the other guys teasing you two whenever you hung out. It doesn’t help that Jeonghan often jokes that Seungcheol’s crush on you is an open secret, but the boy in question wouldn’t even dispel his best friend’s words, flushing bright red every time.

“Seungcheol, give me that!”

Seungcheol stops in his tracks, causing you to bump into his back. The equipment in the box clinks against each other as he turns around, facing you. Wordlessly, he dumps the box into your waiting arms, smirking when you almost topple over at the unexpected weight. 

“I told you, sweetheart; leave the heavy lifting to me.”

You glance up at him, a slight blush from the unexpected nickname. When did he start calling you that? A bead of sweat glistens on your brow as you brush that thought away, your expression a mix of defiance and sheepishness. 

"I can manage," you mumble, trying your hardest to conceal the struggle in your tone.

He can’t shake off the apprehension swirling within him. He had warned you, hadn't he? Yet, you continue to persist, your determination outmatching your physical strength. Concern floods Seungcheol as he watches the way your arms tremble at the weight of the box. 

He approaches you, gently but firmly emphasising again. "I told you, y/n.” With a resigned sigh, he reached out, his hands enveloping the box, effortlessly lifting it from your grasp. "Stubborn as ever," his voice's a certain fondness, tugging at your heart for no apparent reason.

You watch him, a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment colouring your features as he continues walking away with the box. Eh, what harm is an extra hand?

2. Jeon Wonwoo

He lets you win in games.

Wonwoo’s proud of his in-game skills; he’s not afraid to say his reflexes sharp and his strategies are flawless. He’s rather good too– having high rankings in the server makes him cocky, Seungcheol likes to say. But as he glanced at his crush beside him, he notices the slight furrow of your brow, a hint of frustration clouding your features as you struggle to keep up.

A pang of empathy tugs at his heart. Wonwoo did ask you to join him at the internet cafe; he only wishes that you would learn to enjoy the game as much as he did. And so, in a split-second decision, he dials back his intensity, purposely taking on more hits to level the playing field.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found your character gaining ground, rallying against the opposing team with newfound vigor. Unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo was subtly adjusting his tactics– allowing you to seize the advantage, all the while maintaining the illusion of competition.

Your team wins. Across you, Jihoon whoops in joy. “That’s foul!” Chan baulks opposite Wonwoo, clicking away furiously on his keyboard. Wonwoo smirks as he leans back in his chair, the loser banner blinking brightly on his screen. Arms stretching up, he leans over his monitor to peek your screen.

Your eyes seemed to shine brighter than the screen in front of you. Contrary to the boy next to you, your monitor flashes an animated victory banner.

“I did it! We–I did it!” you clap your hands together, grinning ear to ear. You lean towards Wonwoo to bump shoulders with him. 

He chuckles, arms crossing behind his head as he leans back in his seat. “Yes, you did!”

3. Chwe Vernon

He gets you medicine.

“Here.” A box drops in front of you, breaking the concentration you had on your laptop in front of you. 

You look up from your screen in confusion. “What’s this?” 

Vernon nudges the box of painkillers in front of you. He settles down on the chair opposite yours, acknowledging Seungkwan seated beside you. 

“You said you had a headache.” He acts nonchalant as he dives into conversation with his best friend, but the heavy blush creeping up his neck suggests otherwise. Yes, you had texted him earlier asking if he had painkillers on him, but you recalled him replying a plain ‘no’. Either he was lying (you doubt it– why would Vernon lie to you?) or he had stopped by a pharmacy just to pick up some for you.

You’re slightly flushing now, and not because of the dull throbbing in your head. Sure, Seungkwan had fed into your delusion earlier, suggesting that Vernon might have a crush on you– but there’s no way that’s, right?

You sneak a glance at your two best friends in front of you, now engaging in a deep argument about potatoes. Vernon’s brows furrow even deeper but soften when he realises you’re looking his way. The shy smile he sends your way causes cartwheels in your stomach before replacing it with an exaggerated gasp directed to Seungkwan’s way. 

You bury your head back into your laptop, mumbling a quick thanks before trying to focus on your work. Still, you can’t shake off what Seungkwan said about your best friend.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think Vernon has a crush on you.”

“That’s ridiculous, Kwan. He sees me as a friend, just like you.”

Seungkwan wiggles his eyebrows, choosing to scroll on his phone instead half-heartedly. “Sure, Jan,” he scoffs.

You slink back deeper in your seat. That can’t be true, right?

4. Kim Mingyu

He gets jealous of others.

Mingyu watches from across the cafe as you laugh at something Seokmin said, your smile radiant, eyes sparkling with amusement. He feels a knot tighten in his stomach– a familiar pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. Aren’t you standing a little bit too close for comfort? Your easy camaraderie is triggering a surge of insecurity within him.

Seokmin is charming, there is no denying it. He has a way with words, a magnetic-like personality that drew people in effortlessly. And you seem rather captivated, hanging on to his every word. Usually, your laughter rings out like music to Mingyu’s ears. Today, though, it was all a cacophony of discord. A reminder of what he could be missing out on.

He clenches his fists, trying to push down the rising tide of jealousy threatening to consume him. Mingyu knows he had no right to feel this way; you aren’t his to claim, and Seokmin had every right to befriend you. But logic did very little to quell the sudden surge of possessiveness coursing through his veins.

So he sits, pouting on his own until you notice him from the corner of your eye. He stares you down with his big puppy eyes until you sigh and walk over to your best friend. Your hand can’t help but run through his soft dark hair.

“What’s wrong, Gyu?”

“Hmm?” he leans into your touch, nuzzling against the palm of your hand. “Nothing, Y/n.”

You shoot him a condescending look. “Yeah? You shooting Seokmin daggers with your eyes for nothing?” Your eyes flutter shut as you sigh, shaking your heard in disbelief. Then, ruffling his hair, “If you say so, Gyu.” 

“Anyways,” Mingyu clears his throat, looking up at the cafe’s menu board. “Have you decided what to get? My treat today!” 

“Really?!” Your eyes sparkle, glad you won’t have to open your wallet today. “Help me finish the then cakes, okay? Promise!” 

jeon wonwoo + “when stars fall apart”

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

when stars fall apart– no, you think. stars can’t fall apart. they’re made of hot gas. you shake your head and try again.

when stars collapse and explode– yeah, that’s more like it– a supernova occurs. a big explosion, if you will, blowing away everything around it. a dying star.

you see remnants of a dying star, a dying light in wonwoo’s eyes, your reflection in the middle of it all.

you stare at each other in silence. you don’t know what to do; if you speak, you fear you might say things that would worsen things even more. 

“hey, hey. why are you crying?” his voice is so tender and fragile, it almost makes you crumble. almost. you don’t even realise that tears are streaming down your face until you feel wonwoo wiping them away, damp fingers brushing against the apples of your cheeks. 

you voice barely comes out as a whisper. “you’re leaving me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you don’t even seem sad.”

he sighs. wonwoo’s shoulders visibly sag at your words. you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet to avoid meeting his eyes when he tilted your head up again, scattering the softest kisses everywhere on your face before landing on your lips. you feel his breath against you as he leans against your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other grasps your tightly balled hands.

it takes everything in you to stop crying again then and there, lips trembling as you bite down on them. he kisses your lips again, and then once more on the tip of your nose.

the next time he speaks, his voice seemed to have dropped even more. a pained smile graces his face. 

“this is how i cry.” he lets out a chuckle when you pout. “i’ll cry when i’m back home. until then, i just want to cherish our now.”

that triggers you to hit lightly at him. your clenched fists stay against his chest, his own hand enveloping yours. “jeon wonwoo!”

he laughs again. it’s wet, like he’s holding himself back. your eyes glimmer from the tears welling up again.

“i’ll miss you.”

your breath hitches in your throat. “me too.”

it’s silent again, the both of you basking in each other’s presence. then, you uttered the words so quietly, they nearly miss him.

“do you think… in another life…” 

he doesn’t even let you finish. “maybe.” his eyes flutter shut. “maybe, if the circumstances were different…” 

“…oh.” 

suddenly, you’re pushing yourself away from him. you quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves, before plastering a fake smile.

“um. have a safe flight, i guess.”

wonwoo opens his mouth as if to say something, hesitating before finally replying. 

“thanks. get home safe, okay?”

“yeah, of course.”

and with a turn of your heel, a final twist of fate, you parted ways again– this time for good.

lee seokmin + "holding on to us"

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

“Hi, cutie! You look a lot like my Seokminnie!!” 

You reach out to capture his cheeks with both hands, giggling and squishing his cheeks in glee. He notes how your makeup looks a little runny, that your friends were nowhere around, and that the bartender was keeping you both under a watchful eye. Your phone lights up next to you at a notification, and Seokmin manages to catch what you were looking at so intensely before he walked up to you; a picture of the both of you, taken at a friend’s birthday party only a few months ago.

Before you had broken up.

Seokmin smells the fruity alcohol oozing from you. He kneels down in front of your seat, head tilting as he examines you from head to toe. The bar’s music continues to thump on around you, and the way you’re ditzy even while sitting lets him know just what kind of night you are having.

“I am Seokminnie, pretty.” He can’t help but smile at the way you lit up at the new information, his nickname for you unconsciously slipping through. His hand can’t help but smooth over your hair, petting you as affectionately as he used to.

“Really?! I’ve missed you!” You squeal in excitement, squishing his cheeks even more as you turn towards the pitiful bartender. “See, Yena! I told you he’d come!”

Yena stares back at Seokmin, concern latched on her features as she slides you a water. “She’s had a bit too much to drink, I think.” She gestures towards the cup. “Get her to drink a bit before you leave– don’t do anything either of you might regret.”

Seokmin nods solemnly, lifting the cup to your lips. Wiping the countertop, Yena continues: “Um… She was crying. Like, a lot.” She looks at you, obediently drinking water while swaying to the music, then locks eyes with Seokmin again. “Take care of her.” She doesn’t let Seokmin answer, already whisking away to tend to another customer elsewhere.

“Of course,” he mutters, to himself more than anything. “Always.”

Turning to you, he grabs your small bag before tugging you onto your feet, stabilising you with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. 

The already uncomfortable sting in his chest continues to grow as he feels you cosy up to his side, slotting yourself next to him like you were never apart. It's crazy how muscle memory works, both of you fitting into each other like it's second nature. Like it was second nature, he reminds himself again.

“Okay, pretty, let’s get you home, yeah?”

okayy now imagine going to party (looking hot is a must) and ordering your favorite drink,, your friend nudges you to look at the side to where mingyu leans against the wall. his intense gaze on your body, his strong arms gripping the beer in his hands and a sinister inviting smirk towards your direction.

hhsbskahsksbk can you tell im going feral?!?!? 😭😭😭

AHHHHH YES A MINGYU ASK, WE DID IT JOE! 😆 i feel like in order to make it in the svt smut world, you at least gotta have one mingyu ask or fic written - so, momma i made it LOL💀💀 thanks for the lovely ask! 😘

a/n: i feel like i make my casual asks into whole drabbles that require a word count and tags lol, but i wanna give y’all as much detail as possible so you can feel things 😭😭 if they are a bit long, do let me know and that’ll be something i work on for the future! but for now, it’s time for mingyu horknee hours 😈😈😈

i’m pretty sure we’ve all seen those photos of gyuhao in busan (i’ll drop them for reference), and whew chileeeee- both of them looked so hot, so this ask is gonna be based off that!

imagine going to busan with friends for a few days, and during the weekend, you guys decide to hit up a popular club in the city. every single one of you saved your hottest outfit just for this night, and the moment you guys step through the doors, everyone has their eyes on you. you know you look good as your dress is hugging your body in all the right places.

as you guys order rounds of drinks at the bar, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, one of your friends gently nudges you and points in the direction of the nearest wall to you guys. your eyes widen as you take in the sight standing in front you: the most attractive, beautiful man you’ve ever seen - his gorgeous tan skin, his height, his sculpted muscles peeking through his short sleeve shirt- he looks too good to be true, like a greek god.

he holds a lager in his hand, and is dressed head to toe in one of the finest luxury brands - was it burberry? prada? versace? you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting, but the thought of such an attractive and expensive person sharing eye contact with you is enough to get your legs crossing. tightly.

“he’s been eyeing you for a while now, y/n,” your friend giggles tipsily, as you silently wave at him. he smirks back at you and waves back, your face automatically flushing and turning away at his simple, yet insanely hot gesture. “i’m jealous, he’s probably the best looking man in this entire club.”

you get up from your seat at the bar, approaching this mystery man, refusing to break eye contact with him.

“y/n… where are you going?” your friend whines at missing your touch, nearly falling out of their seat as they reach for you. “you were my support..”

“i’ll be back in a minute, there’s - just something i wanna do first,” you say as you move away from the bar and finally approach the man. you cross your arms and smirk at him, trying to look unbothered when you were already turned on.

“you finally came,” he takes a sip of his lager and puts it back down on the table next to him. “i’ve been craving you next to me since the minute i saw you,” he says as his eyes move down to you body, melting at the thought of how your breasts looked in your tight ass dress and getting hard at the thought of your boobs out of it.

his words go immediately to your core and it takes everything in you not to moan right then and there. “funny how you’ve been craving me - but yet, we don’t even know each other’s names,” you say as you boldly approach him closer, nearly chest to chest.

“mingyu,” he bends down and whispers into your ear. “think you can tell me yours if we move someplace a little less crowded? i rented a section in the corner.”

you take his arm and wrap it around your waist, smirking at him as he watches in arousal.

“lead the way.”

hi friends!

in celebration of hitting 100 followers soon, i’m hosting a timestamp drabble event!

you can request any svt member, any pairing, anything you want (so long as it’s within my rules)!

have fun my friends! i can’t wait to see your requests 👀

-kenny

(creds to: toiletwipes here on tumblr)!

asking svt if you can tie a bow on ‘it’ | maknae line

genre; nsfw, cockette, mdni <3 | a/n; i love these three sm <33 | find 95z, 96z, 97z here!

— seungkwan

looks at you like you grew three heads. he thinks you're pulling some kind of prank on him until you actually pull out a ribbon, patiently waiting for his permission. he's so shy lol. who knew he'd have a lover who wants to decorate his cock? breaking out into small giggles and blushes as you tie it. and he hides his face in his hands when you look at him after having tied the bow. he just finds all this so funny and starts laughing into your neck and you can't help but join in. you both calm down only to start laughing as soon as your eyes meet. but well, his cock is still hard and uncared for. so you get on your knees and suck him off till he sees stars. but he isn't ok with neglecting your needs, so you end up sitting on his face as you suck him off <3

— vernon

he doesn't even hear you but mumbles a quiet 'sure.' is so damn confused when you pull off his pants along with his boxers. he asks you what you're doing, making you roll your eyes and repeat yourself. is even more confused. you wanna tie a bow on his cock, but why? does not understand but still gives agrees 'cause he can practically feel your excitement. again confused when you palm his cock. you almost give up at this point but he apologises, asking you to continue. vernon fucking swears that nothing has ever made him this feral like the way you're basically fucking worshipping his cock with fucking doe eyes and shit. he ends up splitting your cunt open as you're on your fours, fucking you till you're brimming with his cum.

— chan

so fucking cocky. he instantly smirks, asking if you love his cock that much. and he knows your answer too. he knows how cock-drunk you are for him. he instantly rids his clothes and he's already rock hard, making you bite your lips at the sight. he spreads his legs on the couch, gesturing towards his cock. you comply, sitting in between his legs and tying the ribbon around his heavy cock. and he has his hands on your hair and face, caressing as you tie it. so in fucking love with the way you look at him, eyes asking him to fuck your mouth as he pleases. and he does, fucking your mouth till drool with his cum is dripping down your chin and your eyes turn teary, gagging and choking around his length.

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