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C.(S). Shownu x Reader + I.M and Joohoney | WC. 898 | G. Fluff | Request. Hi! May I request for a MX fluff scenario (any member of your choice) where the boys receive a love confession through a scavenger hunt of sorts? Please and thanks. ^^

“Just confess to him, I’m sure he’ll accept your feelings,” said a very frustrated I.M.

For the past 2 hours he and Jooheon tried to convince you to confess to Shownu.

Lord knows how many times you explained to them his killer smile, his cute laugh, and well his body.

“It’s not as easy as it seems, what if he just laughs at me, and if he rejects me, not only will I make a fool of myself I’ll also lose my best friend.” You explained. You tried to imagine that scenario, but the image put a pout to your face. “I’ll just die alone”. You concluded face planting onto the couch.

Both boys pitied you, for the longest time you had hidden your feelings for Shownu in hopes that maybe he would like you back and little did you know that he too was crushing on you, but like you, was scared to confess. Sometimes Jooheon wanted to lock you guys together until one of you confessed, how on earth two people could be so clueless was beyond him. I.M being equally frustrated at the crushing couple thought out a flawless plan.

“What if you confess but don’t be face to face while confessing?” questioned I.M.

You lifted you head from the couch to stare at I.M suspiciously.

“Seems too good to be true” you answered.

“Hear me out, instead of telling him your feelings you can show him your feelings, by sending him on a scavenger hunt with all the items being things that you like about him!” Inquired I.M.

You thought over than plan, it did seem like an easier way to confess and not totally embarrass yourself.

“Let’s do it!”.

All three of you got to work brainstorming ideas.

~1 week later~

During the past week Y/N, Jooheon and I.M had thought up where, when and how to set up the scavenger hunt. There was a quiet park where Y/N and Shownu often hung out that would be the last destination of the scavenger hunt while the café down the street from Shownu’s apartment would be the first.  

Finally, the day arrived where Y/N would “confess” to Shownu, she dressed up in an off-shoulder, baby blue dress with white flats, minimal makeup and her hair open. Before leaving she messaged Shownu to meet in the café near his house. Leaving the house she smiled in content thinking about seeing him.

Shownu arrived at the café soon after Y/N’s text, seating at their usual table he ordered some tea as he waited. Looking around, he casually glanced at the door from time to time anxiously waiting for his crush to arrive.

Truth being he was hoping for today to be the day he told y/n about his feelings, he too had been crushing on her for the longest time and now that she was taking the longest time arriving it was slowly agonizing him.

Just as he was about to call her, the waiter brought over his tea along with a note. He read over the note, fumbling in his pocket he searched for some cash, placed it on the table and exited the café. As he rushed to the location Y/N  had written for them to meet, there he ran into Jooheon who handed him another note but this time the note included a trait which Y/N  liked about him. Just like this note the next four notes changed the meet up location and listed a reason Y/N liked him. Finally, he reached the last location, a quiet park where he and y/n would often hang out for a much-needed break from their hectic lives. As he walked closer to the lake side of the park he was met by Jooheon and I.M.

“What are you two doing here? Do I need to go somewhere else?” he questioned.

“No hyung, this is the last place” announced I.M.

“Since you’ve read all the notes you probably also figured out that Y/N has feelings for you” started Jooheon.

“We know that you also have feelings for Y/N but like her were too afraid to confess, so we devised a plan where you both could confess” finished I.M.

Right on cue Y/N came out from her hiding spot holding a small sign. Moving past the boys he walked towards Y/N until the stood arm’s length apart.

She quietly whispered “read the sign”, he grinned and looked down to read the sign. 

“Hey Shownu, I was too afraid to say how I felt so the boys helped me show my feelings, I hope you can accept my feelings.” His grin changed to a smile which spread all the way to his ears.

He looked Y/N in the eyes “I like you too” he confessed. Both love birds stood smiling at each other too shy and shocked to move,

“Kiss her already” yelled I.M, “Couples” he scoffed.

Shownu caressed Y/N’s cheeks before moving in to kiss her softly. He moved his hands from her cheeks to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling away they rested their foreheads together smiling and blushing at one another. The moment which had been long awaited was too beautiful to ruin with words, so Shownu and Y/N just cherished being in the embrace of one another, guess it’s true what they say the fruit of patience is sweeter.

A/N : Thanks to @vickyxmelonlove for requesting this. My first scenario so please tell me how it turns out, This is not my best but it’s bearable.

Day Off

C.(S). Bambam x Reader | WC. 560 | G. Fluff | Request. Hi again! " May I request for the drabble game one this time with GOT7, please? With #17 & #24. Thanks. ^^" Multifandom Kpop Drabble Game; #17 “I’ll walk you home” and #24 “Take my jacket, its cold outside”

After a long month of hard work, blood, sweat and stress Bambam finally had a day off, and after a month away from you he was stuck to you like glue. Both of you spent the day lounging around in bed or on the couch and of course Bambam didn’t let go of until you forcefully pried him off to go to the washroom.

“Bambam sweetie I know you missed me but please get off me, I need to go pee” you whine trying to shove him off.

“But babe you’re so warm, I don’t wanna let go” he pouted.

You really needed to go and Bambam refused to cooperate, so you used all your strength to push him which half worked, he fell on the floor but dragged you with him. Falling on top of him was quite an impact and loosened his grip on your waist allowing you to break free and use the washroom. Little did you know he was waiting for you outside the washroom.

“You gave me a booboo” he grumbled shoving his finger in your face.

"Aw is my little baby hurt?” you cooed, gently kissing his finger.

“I need more than a kiss to feel better” he argued, you rolled your eyes knowing well what he wanted. Right then an idea popped into your head. “

"What if we go to food market and I buy you ice cream?” you asked sweetly hoping he would agree.

He stared at you with slitted eyes, “Ice cream and sushi” he bargained

“Done”

You both shook hands sealing the deal. 

As promised, you bought Bambam ice cream and sushi which he shared being a caring boyfriend he was. You two spent the rest of day window shopping and trying out various samples at the food market. It wasn’t until the sun set that a cool wind started to blow, it was the beginning of September, so it wasn’t exactly freezing but still cold enough to send chills down your spine.

After a while of watching, you rub your arms up and down to generate some warmth, Bambam offered you his jacket .

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

 “No thanks, I’m good” you assured refusing the jacket.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn” he groaned, putting the jacket on your shoulders. “See isn’t that nicer?” he asked.

Smiling you muttered a soft “Thanks”.

With your hands interlocked you two walked under the moonlight with a comfortable silence surrounding you both. Suddenly his phone rang, mumbling an apology he took the call moving near a bench he motioned for you sit at. With what seemed like an hour his call finally ended.

“Bad news baby, manager hyung needs us all for an emergency meeting” he announced. You let out a sigh understanding his emergency, he was an idol, and you were used to it.

“You should probably hurry up and go before they get impatient” ushering him towards the direction of JYP.

“Wow I can’t believe you’re trying to get rid of me” he gasped faking a hurt look. You looked at him with a disapproved look. “I’m kidding, I told manager hyung that I would drop you home and then come,” he explained.

“Come on, I’ll take you home” he motioned reaching for your hand. Interlocking hands once again, you both headed home.

A/N: My second scenario/imagine, tell me how it turned out and please don’t be afraid to request scenarios/imagines.

Personal Hair Stylist

C.(S). Jun x Reader | WC. 539 | G. Fluff | Prompt: “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair” |

It had been a while since Jun and you spent some time chilling in the dorms, alone. The boys had all gone out to spend some free time before getting busy in comeback activities, leaving you two to do whatever. The problem was, you had spent the day together, now it was 6pm and honestly you guys were bored.

“How is it that we’re already bored” questioned Jun.

“I don’t know” you shrugged. “How about a board game?” you asked holding up monopoly.

“Too long” exclaimed Jun. “How about cooking something?” he pointed towards the kitchen.

“I’m still full from lunch” you answered patting your stomach.

Both of you unsure of what to do just settled for scrolling on your phones.

An hour passed and both of you were still on your phones with not a single word exchanged during that time. Suddenly an idea popped into Jun’s head, leaving his phone he got up, heading to one of the rooms. You briefly looked up but continued watching your videos. He returned a few minutes later with a brush and some hair ties and sat beside you. He tapped your shoulder, and you paused your video to look at him.

“What’s up?” you asked giving him your full attention.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yeah of course” you answered.

“Then sit on the floor” he motioned down to the carpet.

You raised your eyebrow, giving him a “what the hell” look.

“Please I want to try something” he begged.

After a while of staring at him, you finally agreed and sat down positioned between his legs, your back-facing him.

“No funny business” you stated sternly.

“Got it ma’am!”

You felt a tug at your hair causing you to wince in pain

“Ouch, what are you even doing?” you shouted in pain.

“Calm down I just brushed your hair ok” he answered sassily.

After several more tugs you had enough.

“Stop it, you’re hurting my head” you argued trying to swat his hand from your head.

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair,” he explained grabbing your wrists preventing them from swatting him. Calming down you smiled at his cute gesture. “Now if you’re done hurting my hands, may I get back to my task” he asked.

“Yes” you answered. After 10 minutes of silence and few accidental hair tugs, he handed you your phone to show you his work. He had braided your hair into a French braid while switching into a fishtail starting from your neck down.

Gasping, you admired his work and touched the back of your head to feel the neat braid. Turning around you accidentally bashed heads caused him to jump back in shock.

“I’m so sorry” you repeated trying to see if you had hurt him badly.

“It’s ok but tell me, do you like the braid” he asked.

“Yeeeesssss” you beamed tackling him into a tight hug. “I love it so much, thank you so much Jun” you praised giving a kiss on the cheek.

Glad you like it babe” he hummed, returning the favour and kissing you on the cheek.

Maybe being bored wasn’t such a bad thing for once, at least you got a great hairstyle out of it.

A/N: Sorry for not posting for such a long time. I hope you guys like it, please request away, ask box is open.

REALLY Good Friends

C.(S). DPR Live x F.Reader + a lil bit of Scott and Ian | WC. 1669 | G. Fluff + Tiniest bit of angst | Prompt. Can u write for dpr about how ur a really good friend of him, and everyone thinks u guys should be together, but u and dabin just never discussed it and so it startssss

*Flashback*

You and Live were just chilling at Subway, during one of his breaks, discussing which sub toppings were the best, but to everyone else, you two were in a full on heated argument. 

   “I said it once and I’m gonna say it again, olives on subs are gross af”, you huffed. 

   “Just because you’re an olive hater doesn’t mean you’re right”, argued Live. 

   “Ask anybody and they’ll say olives taste gross, ESPECIALLY on subs”.

While you two continued to argue, one of Live’s co-workers came out from the back to see who and what was causing a ruckus in the shop. You knew most of his co-workers, as you came by often, but this particular girl was new and never met you, which would explain why she said what she did. 

   “Oh, Dabin I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, she’s quite pretty” she remarked. 

As soon as the words left her mouth you nearly choked on your drink. Live patted your back to help you out, slightly chuckling. You threw him another glare and quickly cleared up the confusion. 

   “Ummm, I’m not his girlfriend, just his best-friend who happens to be a girl”, you explained awkwardly. 

You and the girl made some awkward eye contact before she laughed slightly and apologized for the misunderstanding. The whole fiasco left you red with embarrassment and Live just laughed at your expense.

*Present*

You crack up remembering that day. After that delicate encounter, you and that girl were always super awkward with each other, hoping to avoid each other whenever possible. You wished that was the first and last time people mistook you and Live as a couple, but luck never worked in your favour. It happened constantly with even your friends purposely teasing the two of at any given time. You had never fully seen Live in that way, to you, he remained your best friend who just so happened to be a guy; your brother from another mother, a lad from another dad, closest guy friend, you never thought of him as a boyfriend — right?. You were almost 99.99% sure Live felt the same way and only saw you as a sister, yet little did you know, the thought of dating you crossed his mind pretty often. At first he also thought it was stupid when everyone mistook as you as a couple, however, the more he dwelled on subject, the more he understood it from a different perspective. The two of you understood one another without needing to say anything, but also the bond and chemistry between you was undeniable. Christian had even thought of casting you in one the videos as Live’s love interest but you always laughed it off, which to admit, deep down kind of stung. You both lay in your beds wondering how it would be to become an actual couple. As amazing and loyal Live was, you didn’t want to risk your entire friendship if it didn’t work out between you. Deciding to dwell on it another day, you close your eyes hoping to catch some sleep.

*A Few Weeks Later*

Live had a show on tonight, so you being the amazing friend you were, decided to go and support him. Arriving at the club you showed the bouncer your invitation and he escorted you to the VIP area where you were greeted oh so enthusiastically by the DPR crew. 

   “Well damn you look great!” remarked Scott

   “Oh dang he’s right, you sure you aren’t here to impress a certain someone?”, added Christian with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes, there it was, the neverending teasing, luckily Live saved you just in time.

    “Leave her be guys, she dressed up for herself not some guy” defended Live

Always a gentleman you thought, though you couldn’t deny the comment made blush slightly. 

You two conversed until he moved around to talk to some other artists. You sipped your drink and observed everyone. The staff and the boys were busy preparing for the performance while Live joked around with a group of girls. You continued to watch him laugh, talk, and then laugh again as some girls put their hands on his bicep and move closer. There was something wrong, why were they laughing so much? Why did those girls keep touching him?, didn’t he have to get ready for his performance? So why was he still standing there?

Without thinking you walked over and pulled slightly on his arm. 

   “Live it’s almost time for your performance” you spoke urging him to move away. 

He did have to go but he wanted to spend a bit of time annoying you

    “Yea, yea I’ll be there in a bit” he replied, turning back to laugh at something else one of the girls remarked. 

For a few minutes you two continued this small banter until one of the girls told you off

   “You really have to go now” 

   “He said he’ll be there in a bit, so just give him some space” she retorted. 

Hurt, you retracted your arm and walked away without another word. You ordered another drink and went to find a comfortable seat. 15 minutes later the host announced it was Live’s time to perform, as he got on stage he looked around for you hoping to catch your eye. The club was a little dark and the fact that you had on dark clothes didn’t help either, nonetheless he continued to look for you. 

He started his first set with To Myself, then followed by Know Me and Laputa, all the while hoping to catch you before a big reveal. You were seated off the side, almost hidden, quietly sipping your drink; the 3rd drink of the night that is. You bobbed along to the songs while letting the alcohol do its magic. Suddenly the stage lights dimmed and changed to a purple glow, with a soft instrumental playing in the background, Live began to speak. 

   “This song is dedicated to an extremely special person, they have been with me for a long time. They are one of my biggest supporters, after my mom of course.” everyone laughed, even you. He continued, 

   “I feel at peace and comfortable being around them so at first I thought of them like a sibling and my best friend, but for a while my feelings towards them have changed. They probably don’t know this but they are one of my biggest muses and inspiration behind my songs and stories. I’ve already said a lot so I’ll stop now, but that person is here tonight so I hope they pay close attention to the lyrics of this new song. Please enjoy my new single Jasmine”. 

He finished his mini speech, the previous instrumental started and he began to sing.

“You know I can paint the world

Sitting there in black and gold

You’re the perfect chemical

I gotta test I gotta know

You know I’m no criminal

But I could take your heart and go

You’re the perfect chemical

I gotta test I gotta gotta”

Half of you felt giddy and happiness inside but the other half was confused and worried. Was Live even talking about you?

You thought back to his words, there weren’t any other girls he had known longer than you or that you knew of. He always said how you were like a sister he never had and one of his best friends, but lately he hadn't even uttered those words to you or about you. If he really did have feelings for you, did you have any for him?. Earlier this evening you were jealous with the attention he got from those girls and how they kept touching and laughing with him. Tonight wasn’t the first time you felt this way, whenever you two went out and he pointed out a cute girl without fail there was almost a small ache in your heart hearing him talk about other women. Opposite of that, you couldn’t help the flutter and burst of happiness in your heart whenever he did something silly or complimented you. “Oh shit”, was all you thought, you DID like him.

Until now the only thing stopping you from confessing or actually acknowledging your feelings was losing the friendship but now that he indirectly confessed, to hell with fear you thought. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the song stopped playing and a spotlight shone on you.

   “Hey Y/n!” Live sang. 

Looking up, your eyes adjusting to the light, you made eye contact with Live and there it was, the flutter. 

The boys motioned you to come up and without a second thought your legs started to walk towards the stage. You finally reached, but before you could go up onto the stage, Live came down. 

You two stared at each other, just blushing for god knows how long until Scott finally yelled at you two, 

   “For my sake please just kiss already!!!” he shouted from backstage. 

The crowd was laughing and cheering the two of you. He rubbed the back of neck and shyly approached you, taking your hands in his. Leaning his forehead on yours he whispered,

    “Can I kiss you?” 

You nodded and shut your eyes, feeling his lips meet yours. 

The flutter in your heart turned into fireworks and the butterflies in your stomach were uncontrollable but in a pleasant way. You two finally pulled apart for a breath of air, breathlessly he gently asked, 

   “Will you be my Jasmine?” flashing you a charming smile. 

You pretending to ponder over his question and saw the smile start to drop the longer you stayed quiet. Smirking, you hugged him in the tightest grip you could muster up. The crowd and DPR crew cheered for the both of you and once again Jasmine started to play on the speakers. This time even you sang along but in the comfort of Live’s arms where he didn’t let you go for the remainder of the night, not that you were complaining. Maybe everyone was right, you two were a good couple and definitely more than friends.

⥄:A/N:⥃ I am so so so sorry to the person who requested this, I hope this story fits what your request asked.

Changed Behaviors

C.(S). June x Reader + iKON members | WC. 819 | G. Fluff | Request. “May I please request a Junhoe imagine. You’re an idol and you’re both dating and you’re groups know, you’re both polar opposites. One day you’re at his dorm and the boys notice how cute and nice June is around you or when he sees you and the both start making fun of him but his not bothered which shocks them even more. Thx”

Dating was always a huge taboo amongst idols, which is why you were grateful for the fans when you and JUNE happened to reveal your relationship, they were mature and understanding. One fact was, however, the major differences between you two. In the entertainment industry, you were known as an affectionate, laidback, and witty idol rapper plus dancer who was also widely known to be part of The Black Label’s first girl group. JUNE, on the other hand, was known as a confident, sorta awkward, and sassy idol, who was also the main vocalist of iKON. Many thought you would be the last people to end up together, but life had a strange way of functioning. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about what others said or thought, he treated you well and made you happy, simple as that.

Due to packed schedules and odd working hours, spending quality time with one another was a task but a rewarding one. Any moments together were cherished, hoping to avoid conflict and share happy memories. 

Today was no different, it had been a while since you two enjoyed some quality time together. You decided to visit the boys, who were currently scattered around the room, and you with your boyfriend of course. Now a lot of people knew you were affectionate but didn’t have the same impression of JUNE. He sat on the couch cross-legged with you on his lap, one arm wrapped around you tracing small patterns, listening to you ramble about some new T.V. show, while occasionally feeding you some snacks. He listened intently, even though he did not at all care for your T.V. show.

These actions did not go unnoticed by his members, finding his behaviour odd and confusing. You two tended to hang out alone so they didn’t really know how he acted around you so today was a treat from his usual sarcastic and sassy behaviour. Chan was the first to observe this behaviour, no sarcastic comments or remarks nope, just an extremely smiley JUNE hanging on to your every word. It didn’t take long for everyone else to take notice, as it was time to practice again and B.I called for JUNE several times but neither you nor him paid attention. 

Locked in your own world, laughing and smiling, touching each other and pecking each other on the lips. Bobby, B.I, Chan, Song, Jay, and DK were all dumbfounded watching JUNE kiss you. Bobby was the first to yell at you.

“Oh gosh, get a room why don’t you, this is where we practice.” As a cue, all the boys starting teasing you.

“Oooooh, he is totally whipped for Y/N,” pestered Jay.

“I thought JUNE was allergic to PDA,” joked Song.

“If your make-out sesh is down, can we maybe get 20 minutes of practice,” asked B.I his tone laced with sarcasm.

Usually, JUNE would have a remark in exchange for the teasing, in fact, you could tell he wanted to say something but instead, he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you and started to discuss some new games that came out. For the third time that day, the boys were again dumbfounded that JUNE ignored their teasing and continued acting cute with you. They teased some more but eventually left you alone to do their own thing. JUNE was most definitely crazy for you, and you, likewise, guess the boys had to get used to the behaviour change, though it’s not like he didn’t get payback for their teasing after you left.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, let me know any critics or comments about it.

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1:17 am

Three brisk knocks to the door catch your attention.

Without wasting a second, you walk up to the door to let in the late night, or early morning, intruder.

Once you open the door, you are greeted with a disheveled Mark Lee. Messy hair, jacket on haphazardly and buttons undone. Either he got dressed on the run or with his eyes closed.

“Can I come in?”

It’s barely a whisper and he already knows the answer. You silently move out of his way, holding the door open for him to step inside.

You don’t even need to ask him his reason for gracing you with his presence, at the late hour, as he begins to explain a story that you’ve heard one too many times.

“we broke up, again”

He doesn’t meet your eyes and remains standing, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket.

“She’s gotten too much, she told me she never wanted to see me again, all cause I stopped her from drinking, when she was already shit faced drunk”. He walks towards the couch to sit down, bracing himself, because he too was a little tipsy.

You stand quietly, staring at this boy in front of you. The boy who you’ve seen in this same situation countless times, you swear the night feels like deja vu.

You stay silent for a while, letting the previous words settle in to you.

Taking a seat next to him, without hesitation you ask.

“Do you love her?”

“I don’t know”

“Is she comfortable for you to be with or do you still love her?”, trying again this time emphasizing the word love.

He leans back, exasperated, running a hand through his knotted locks.

“I really don’t know y/n, I wouldn’t be this frustrated if I knew”

He did know, and so did you. He just wasn’t ready to let go of the first real relationship he’s ever had, but it was getting out of hand.

“Do you want to find out?”

You turn to face him.

“Yes of course”, blurting almost desperately, now sitting up straight.

He was getting tired of the fights, the cheating, and the seesaw of a relationship.

You move closer to him, placing a hand on his thigh, while the other moves to cup the side of face.

You can feel him tense under your touch, obviously confused and shocked at what the hell you were doing.

You press your lips to his, feeling him relax into the kiss. As you go to pull away, he moves closer to deepen the kiss.

It’s simply intoxicating, kissing Mark Lee.

Pulling away, you can feel blood rush to every inch of your body.

The realization hits the both of you, presumably at the same time, that two best friends have just kissed each other.

Your heart is racing, the sound is pumping in your ears and you're sure your whole body is buzzing.

“Ummm” he starts but is unable to form a coherent sentence. What do people say after they kiss their bestfriend?

“You don’t love her”

You state, simply, like it's a fact you’ve known your whole life.

“I guess I don’t”, beaming, he pulls you into another kiss.

Negative

It’s a pretty uneventful saturday evening. You’re alone in your apartment, watching a movie to pass the time.

You were supposed to be spending the evening with your boyfriend, but instead he was peer pressured into other plans, by his friends.

It was someone’s something today and they just HAD to go clubbing to celebrate. You were invited but the week just took all your energy, so you opted to stay home.

The movie is at a particular interesting scene when your phone decides to start ringing.

The caller I.D shows “❤️WangWang🐔Wang❤️” and you’re quick to pick up.

  “Hello?”

From the other side you hear a loud,

   “Hiiiiiiii bAbEeeee?”

You wince away from the phone. He interrupted your movie AND was now shouting in your ear.

   “Yes. what's up?”

It was still a little early in the night for you to be getting calls from the club, something must be up.

   “Babe…..”

Silence, followed by sounds of soft whimpers.

 “Jackson, hey what’s wrong? Are you crying?”

  “It’s jus well, i went the batheroom at Jaebeom’s, and saw a pregnant test”

  “Ok and?”

  “Wel I gOt curiuss cos…..”

  “because….?”

  “Wel we dId it the oter day an we diidn’t use protetion, so i wos worred”

You stifle a laugh. Your boyfriend is so clearly out of his wits due to alcohol but you’re curious so you urge him to continue.

  “Ok and what did you do with the test?”

   “I jus did the preGNancy test ANd I dOn wanta lOok at tde reSuLTs”

There was desperation in his voice as he was trying to convey his so clear dilemma.

You cover the speaker and let out your held back laughter. Until you hear a worried,

  “Babe?????”

  “Yes yes I’m here, baby just look at the test , I.. a..m he..re for you”

You control your laugh trying to finish the sentence.

The phone goes silent presumably due to him checking the results.

5 seconds later you hear the loudest wailing noises forcing you to distance the phone from your ear.

 “It’S NEGATVE, BABE OMG I’M NOT GONNA BE MOM, NOOO I WASSO EXCITED I EVENTHOUGHT OF NAMES….”

By this time you completely lost it, you didn’t know what to laugh at first.

Between your laughter he starts to calm down, until there’s just small hiccups.

  “I’ so sorry i couldn’t give you baby”

You’ve calmed down to hear out his pitiful confession, and decide to put him out of his misery.

  “Sweetiee.. are you drunk?”

  “HUH! how did you know?”

The genuine confusion in his voice makes you want to laugh again but you hold it in.

 “Because babe... you can’t get pregnant.”

 “What why?”

 “Because you’re a guy….”

The call goes silent as he takes in your words.

All you hear is a soft “oh” followed by some distance sobbing.

You wait for him to speak, but instead you’re met with Mark’s voice.

  “Ummm y/n, why is Jackson crying in the tub?

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birthday shenanigans and other party tricks

C(S). Jungwoo x Reader, Doyoung mention | WC. 1119 | G. Fluff

warnings: jungwoo being cute!

July 1st, 11:04 p.m.

Three beeps signal a successful entry of your apartment’s entry code followed by a quick and loud opening and closing of the door. You possess no supersonic hearing but the sounds of huffs and mild curses indicate the person at the door having trouble with god knows what. 

Getting up off the kitchen stool to investigate what your late-night intruder is doing, you find him bent over picking up two big bags and a small box. Standing back up, he greets you with a soft smile. Shuffling over to you with all his items still at hand, Jungwoo does his best to wrap his occupied arms around you as a greeting which results in a rather awkward half-hug and half-pushing against your chest bump hybrid.  

“Happy Birthday!” he exclaims. Moving back a little to hold up the bag in his hands. “I have food, cake and your presents of course!”

You try to take one of the bags but he dodges your hand and starts to move towards the kitchen with you trailing behind him.

“Jungwoooo, there is still like… an hour till my birthday,” you laugh shaking your head at your partner’s eagerness.

Placing everything down as carefully as possible, he turns to you and now with free limbs wraps you in a tight bear hug, a proper greeting.

With your face pressed into his chest, you try to mumble out how he didn’t need to do all this but before you can finish your sentence he shushes you.

“This is just a fraction of what I wanted to do for you, I take my job as your partner and number one birthday wisher very seriously you know,” he answers as a matter of factly.

Ever since your first birthday together where he forgot to wish you until half the day had passed, Jungwoo had made it a mission to be the first to wish you, even if that meant wishing you a day early.

Touched by his devotion to being the first to wish you on your birthday, you lean up to place a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for your hard work love,” you coo.

Your kiss and words trigger a soft blush to bloom on his cheeks and ears as he leans his head to capture your lips in a small kiss before frantically pulling away.

Reaching into his left pant pocket, his eyebrows furrow, he then reaches into his other pocket and breaths a sigh of relief. Pulling out his phone he checks the time which now reads 11:26 p.m.

“Ok let me set up everything so you can blow out your candles at exactly 12!” Giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, he turns his attention to the bags he brought in and starts unpacking. 

Once again you attempt to help but he fusses you to sit down and just watch, it was your “special day” so you weren’t allowed to do anything. 

“Sit like royalty and watch me work my magic” were his exact words.

You watch him remove the bags of food and plate them. Pulling out two wrapped boxes he places them opposite one another and finally, the cake, decorated in white frosting and fondant hearts all around, and a cute plastic knife set in between the presents. 

Moving around the kitchen opening and closing drawers, he searches for the finishing touch, candles and a lighter.

“Bottom drawer, next to fridge love” you point out.

He gives you a small thank you as he moves to the drawer pulling out the candles and the lighter, his actions getting more rushed feeling the clocking ticking towards midnight.

With the oven clock now reading 11:50 p.m., Jungwoo stands back to admire the setup. 

He moves towards you offering his hand to pull you off your seat. 

“What do you think?” he asks with his famous puppy dog eyes.

“I think…” you stop to ponder giving your best “thinking” face before putting him out of his misery. “...That it’s amazing.”

He mutters a small “yes!”, proud of his work and your compliment.

The loud shrill of the default Apple alarm startles you both, and Jungwoo makes haste to find his phone now lost under some discarded bags and take-out containers. 

“Aha, here it is” he holds up his phone turning it off in the process. “I forgot I set it to start your birthday countdown,” he admits sheepishly.

He hands you his phone, instructing you to keep an eye on the red clock hand as it makes its way towards 12, in turn grabbing the lighter to light up the specialty heart candles he picked to match the cake decoration. 

“Jungwoo, 20 seconds,” you threaten, forcing him to stop admiring the set-up and take his place next to you. He takes the phone from you to countdown the final seconds.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1” he chants. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!” shouting with so much glee that your shoulder jumped up startled.

His hand snakes around your shoulder as you bend down blow out the candles, and before you can even start cutting he swipes some of the icing off the cake to smear on your cheek.

“JUUUUNGGGWOOOOO,” you whine, laughing and moving away from another attempt of your face being ambushed by frosting.

Before you can get anywhere, however, Jungwoo already managed to wrap his long arms around you, effectively preventing you from moving further. 

You’re both a laughing mess but you don’t move away even after the laughter dies down. 

There, in the middle of the kitchen, you gaze into each other's eyes, dopey smiles carved on your lips, and you, still smeared with the white frosting. 

Jungwoo opens his mouth to speak, which you think will be a cheesy confession but instead…

“Can you…make sure to tell the other members that I wished you first?” He pleads, batting his eyes in an attempt to be cute. “Doyoung hyung tried to threaten me that he would be the first,” he scoffs remembering how smug the older member had been thinking he could beat Jungwoo. 

You roll your eyes at the dumb but endearing rivalry Jungwoo has with the members who try to one-up the other on who can wish a member first. 

Before you answer, you begin to close the gap between you two, sensing where you’re going with it, Jungwoo closes his eyes expecting a kiss. Instead, he’s met with a hand full of cake smushed along the right side of his face, payback for his previous frosting attack. 

Shocked by the unexpected revenge attack, he opens his eyes to see your teasing smile at his cake-painted face. 

“I’ll think about it.”

Birthday surprises, unexpected turns

C(S). Taeyong x Reader | WC. 1275 | G. Fluff

The end of June was always an exciting time. The payoff of month-long planning and hard work paid off when you were able to surprise your beloved for his birthday, however, this year the birthday plans had to be slightly pushed back due to his hectic schedule.

Taeyong had just made his solo debut and the month-long promotions included celebrating his special day with the rest of the NCT 127 members and fans, which meant you could only see him after his birthday. You didn’t mind celebrating a little later, as it gave you more time to plan your surprise for Taeyong to perfection. 

“Buuuuubbbbuuuu where are we goiiiinnng…..?” whines Taeyong from his spot in the passenger seat. 

Taking a peak at the time on the dashboard, it showed that it had been 37 minutes since you asked Taeyong to be dressed up and wait for you outside the private entrance of his dorms. Taeyong could never say no to you and happily obliged, but what he hadn’t planned was for you to remain tight-lipped about where you were taking him, despite his best attempt to coerce the information, pleading round eyes and all. 

“Patience bubu, we’re almost there” you reason, hoping that would hold him off for just a little while longer as your destination was fast approaching.

Dropping his shoulders and he turned back to face the front window. Taeyong’s attention was caught in the breathtaking fields of flowers that surrounded the road, illuminated by a soft golden hue as the sun began to settle for the night. He pulled out his phone to capture a small piece of the moment. 

As day turned to dusk, you two finally arrived at your destination, a corn field located outside of the bustling city of Seoul.

“We’re here!” 

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you hurry out of the car, allowing your legs and back to get their much deserved stretch after almost an hour and a half of driving.

Sensing a missing presence you turn back to the car and catch Taeyong still seated inside. His face now sporting another pout as he scanned the outside surroundings. 

You motion for him to come outside which he begrudgingly agrees to after a muted sigh. He pulls himself out of the car, closing the door behind him and making sure to look in all directions before walking over to your side, there was nothing there...

“If you were a stranger, I would assume you’re trying to get me killed love,” he voices, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes move side to side at the unknown sounds scattered from the field. Grabbing your hand once he hears a particularly loud cricket.

“Trust me, I intend to keep every hair on your head safe Taeyong,” you assure. “I do, however, have an amazing surprise for you.”

“I’m looking and all I see is a cornfield,” he counters, not one bit convinced of your “amazing surprise.”

“Well duh,” you poke his cheek. “The surprise is inside.”

He turns to your digging daggers into your eyes.

“I, have to go inside? Like inside this MAZE?? In The DARK?!?”

To think he would have been totally dandy going into the maze without any convincing was a long shot, but half the battle was simply getting to the maze so your surprise was still going smoothly.

“WAIT! I know what will help, flashlights.”

You rush over to the truck of the car, opening it up to find the two big flashlights you had packed, with two sets of backup batteries of course. 

Walking back over you wave the flashlights like a prize, hoping it could convince him to at least explore the maze.

“Look Taeyong, now we can get to the centre with no problem”

Taeyong sends you a glare with arms now crossed, a very clear indication that your solution didn’t convince him any further of going inside.

“In your dreams, I’m not going in there.” Tone firm and with a straight face.

“Tae pleasee,” you whine with your own version of pleading round eyes.

He looks away, fearing his will not strong enough to deny you your request. It only takes a few more “pleeease”s, and maybe a couple of kisses to convince him that all of it will be worth it if he just agrees to step into the maze. 

“Ughhhh, fine.” 

Grabbing a flashlight in one hand and your hand in the other, Taeyong takes a deep breath before walking towards the corn maze, praying he wouldn’t have any regrets after saying yes to your adorable face that he simply could never resist or deny.

Three steps inside and his steps have already come to a halt, looking both ways and trying to determine which direction to head in. 

You, having literally planned the entire surprise, pull him in the left direction. Recalling the corn maze map that you spent weeks remembering, you weave through the directions with an arm still tugging Taeyong’s arm. 

A couple more turns and twists, but right before you sense the spot in which your surprise is waiting, you come to an abrupt halt and Taeyong bumps into your back. 

“Taeyong quick close your eyes” 

“What? Why?” he asks. “How will I walk?”

“I’ll lead you to the end, don’t worry I’ll go slowly.” 

He cocks an eyebrow but nonetheless closes his eyes.

Taking his hand this time, you walk him around the corner of the maze and right into the middle of the surprise.

“Ok open now!”

The immediate sight that greets him upon opening his eyes is a gingham blanket spread out on the floor decorated with a sign reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TY” and seating pillows. A cooler and picnic basket is placed on one side of the blanket.

Around the shrubs of the maze are an assortment of paper streamers and fairy lights strung up, twinkling and fluttering against the moonlight shining from above.

You move to sit down as Taeyong takes in the decoration, eyes wide with fascination.

Opening the cooler you fish out the small cake box you prepared, nothing too fancy, just a small chocolate cake with strawberries shaped into roses. In your basket, you find the candle and lighter. With Taeyong still distracted you place the candle in the centre.

“Love, come sit,” you call to him.

He rips his gaze from the lights to you and rushes over, finding his spot in front of you and the cake.

Lifting up the cake you use a free hand to light the candle. 

“It’s your birthday, make a wish.” You inwardly cringe at the reference but it's enough to have Taeyong bust out a smile.

Closing his eyes for a bit he blows out the candle from the side so as to not fan the smoke to your face.

“Love!, I can’t believe you did all this for me. I can’t believe I was so scared to come but if I didn’t…..”

As he starts to ramble on and on about how amazing your surprise was and how much he loves you, he doesn't notice your hand inching up to the cake, swiping the cake of its frosting. 

You nod along, listening to him ramble until your hand reaches his face, smearing the chocolate frosting against his cheek, stunning him in the middle of his romantic spiel.

“You have a little something on your face, love,” you point out giggling.

“Oh, do I? 

He doesn’t let you answer. Leaning in and softly kissing and transferring the frosting onto your cheek. Both of you now becoming a giggling mess, covered in frosting.

“There, now we both have something on our faces.”

im literally begging for any type of fluff for jungwoo or taeyong. i'm starving to death out here. 😩🫶🏽

Hiiii~ Thank you for the requests!

OMG @loveyongie, I am so so sorry for getting this out so late.

I decide to do both because why not. They both ended up being birthday themed as Taeyong's birthday was recently (not really) and so was mine (it has been more than a month *teehee*). I don't know if it is fluffy enough but I hope you like them both!

ENJOY!

Birthday shenanigans (Jungwoo's) | Birthday Surprise (Taeyong's)

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 821 | G. Angst| Pt. 1/? |

Part 2 | Part 3

You were used to your best friend’s antics. His “cheating”, the pranks and general everyday shenanigans but also the kind-hearted soul and caring nature he hid behind every antic. You didn’t know where along the way your feelings matured into a storm of butterflies whenever he came in sight. You could kid yourself into thinking that everyone cared that much about their friends, best friends even, and the feelings would pass. How many months does an average crush last? At least 37 months, right? You were simply guessing and definitely not keeping track of how many times he caused you to stay awake thinking of a fantasy future. 

Having feelings for your best friend was one thing, holding yourself back from giving the side eye to every person who flirted with him was another feat. How often had these moments been replayed, hot person flirts with Jeonghan, he entertains them, and you remain in the corner, out of sight, silently seething but ultimately unable to do anything. 

If he asked you to fly him to the moon, you would do so without question. Hide a dead body? All you needed to do was grab a shovel, but be a bridge to him and whoever he wanted to go home with that night. You could take a rain check. 

You got out of it often given how many of your mutual friends were present at the events and parties you all attended but it seemed that your luck ran out. Tonight, most of your friends either ditched the party early or had skipped out completely, leaving you to find a plausible excuse as to why you, in love with your best friend, could not talk him up to someone so said best friend could go home with them whilst you were left behind wondering what it would be like if you two went home together instead.

You became standoffish, faked fatigued, and pretended to be tipsy but he saw through your antics, confused with your behaviour until he resorted to tugging your arm repeatedly, pestering you to go over and rizz him up to some good-looking person who had been eyeing him all night.

Why did he need a wing person anyway? It's not like he had any trouble talking to people given his charm, mischievous aura and drop-dead gorgeous looks, he attracted people left and right, like a thirst-ridden nomad to an oasis. 

His persistence, on a normal day, would have eventually broken you down until you might have just walked up to whoever he needed you to, but something snapped inside you the longer you stared, wondering if you would be at the end of his affection. His eagerness shattered your short-lived fantasy but also wrecked your mood, unable to withstand being in that space, you pulled your arm out of his grasp and stormed out of the party. 

You didn’t stop to look back, walking out of the party room, out the building and towards your apartment, a mere five-minute walk. The chilly autumn weather would have caused you to mentally nitpick to have worn something thicker but your anger fuelled the passion to speed walk to the only safe space you could think of. 

Jeonghan had come after you, yet his hollers of your name fell on deaf ears as you were determined to block out all the external noise and finish your trek back home.

Catching up to you, he grabbed your upper arm, both fumbling you in your step and spinning you around right into his chest. 

“Y/N what the hell is the problem?” 

You avoid his eyes, cross your arms and look anywhere except directly at him.

“Are you going to stand there pouting or tell me what's wrong? Why did you storm out?” He waits for an answer, a fruitless endeavour against your current ego.

The sigh that leaves his mouth signals his own frustration at your lack of cooperation. He begins again hoping you answer at least one of his questions.

“Was it the tugging? I’m sorry if it bothered you too much…” Silence... “Are you drunk? Are you feeling sick?” 

His questions increased, asking you about the day, the party and even whether you liked the vibe of who he was trying to go home with to understand what the issue was, and that got on your last nerve

“I’M IN LOVE YOU DAMN IT!”

It's like a weight on your heart had been lifted but his expression only brought on a much heavier boulder on your heart and a knot in your throat. If you stayed here any longer you would begin crying and that was the last damn thing you needed tonight.

“Forget it, you don’t even care…”

You shake off his grip for the second time that night and storm off to your apartment with more urgency than before because now you’ve officially crossed the line in your friendship.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 938 | G. Angst| Pt. 2/? |

Part 1 | Part 3

Too anxious to wait for the lift, you sprint to your 4th-floor home, fumbling the code to the door before finally getting inside, and slamming it behind you. 

All the emotions you’ve held in the entire evening, especially since you confessed to your best friend and perhaps since you even realized your feelings, begin to pour out. 

Choked sobs escape your throat and you sink to your knees. 

You didn’t want things to unfold this way if you only could have kept your jealousy at bay, one. last. time. None of this would have erupted the way it did if you kept your cool.

Picking yourself off the floor, you lug your body over to the couch falling face-first onto the cushions, resuming your personal pity party.

Eventually, your cries die down and you drift off to sleep, still in your clothes from the party, tears staining your cushions with the hues of your blush and mascara.

Each passing hour makes your heartache, the pain resonating in your entire body, exhausting you to the point where you can’t seem to do much else than sit up or lie down.

Three days pass without so much as a text much less a physical appearance from Jeonghan. Your friends, on the other hand, have been ringing non-stop a few even going so far as to visit your apartment to get you to eat and do more than just mope around in your sorrow.

On the fourth day, you’ve had enough. You wipe your tears and take a shower, hoping the water will drain away your sorrows and if not, at least just the fatigue you’ve felt the past half of the week. Making a mission to begin getting over him, he didn’t care about your feelings so why waste any more tears.

The best way to forget someone is to remove them from your life. You walk around your apartment looking for all and signs of your friendship with Jeonghan, angrily grabbing any small knick-knack and article of clothing he’s left in your apartment and chucking it into a plastic garbage bag to rid of just like he seemed to be the past four days.

With the last of one of his stupid gifts put on top of the pile in the bag, you tie a few knots and lug the bag near your door as a reminder to throw it out.

The days you spent moping around didn’t make the world stop meaning you had also missed a few lectures by the plethora of text messages from your friends and groupmates concerned at your lack of attendance. You couldn’t afford to miss any more days so after ridding your home of any reminders of your crush, you went off to get dressed and presentable to make your long-awaited appearance on campus. Praying you can mask your sadness long enough to avoid any questions about you being MIA the last few days.

You had texted your best friend Jisoo letting her know of your plans and she so kindly offered to walk with you to your shared class.

“You look…” she started, giving you a once over the minute you walked out of the building entrance. “Not a word,” you warned, not wanting to get into the nitty-gritty of why you looked as you did.

You tried to put in effort, dressing in something comfortable but also stylish. Maybe in due time your brain would conflate how you were dressed to remedy your sour mood today.

The day had mostly been without a hiccup, you pushed your feelings to the back of your mind and dived right into your studies, catching up with the missed lectures and offering apology coffee and snacks to the groupmates you left in the dark, maybe everything would be okay.

Walking to the library your friend mentions what you’ve been avoiding nearly all day.

“So you and Jeonghan…? What happened?”

You feel your stomach coil at the mention of his name. The noise and rush around you warping into slow motion.

Jeonghan Jeonghan Jeonghan. His name repeated in your head like a chant, the drumming of his name vibrating across your entire body.

Your brain couldn’t process whether you should snap at your friend for speaking his name or break down in tears over the recollection the events of several nights prior, where you effectively ruined your well-built friendship in the heat of the moment and the man of your affection didn’t even bother to reach out the past week.

Speak of the devil it seems because as you tried to find the words to explain your conundrum, he appeared.

“Y/N!”

Eyes shoot up to meet the pair that you’ve secretly been longing to see despite trying to delude yourself into thinking you couldn't care less about him.

He looked dishevelled. Hair messy, clothes crumpled, and wrinkly, and dark circles painted under his eyes. Making his way towards you, frantic and in a rush, pushing past everyone in his way. 

The face you’ve so longed to see, but couldn't bear to face. The closer his steps marched towards you, the more you panicked until your body had enough and ignited your fight or flight response. You turn and bolt, away from your friend, but more importantly away from facing your fears, one more time.

Sprinting as fast as your feet can carry you, books in hand, bag swinging viciously on your side, weaving through the crowd of people, you find yourself headed on a similar path as “that” night, your home your safe space.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1218 | G. Angst| Pt. 3/? | *Jeonghan's POV* |

Part 1 | Part 2

When someone you care for deeply, tell all your secrets to and want to spend all your time with blurts out a love confession to you in the middle of the night, what possible responses could you come up with? 

You could tell them thank you. You could maybe get by with an awkward “oh”. If you weren’t completely caught off guard you could maybe start questioning them. When? Where? How long? Why? And with just their luck you could respond with “finally” but none of those responses came out of Jeonghan when Y/N confessed to him.

Why? Well because…

Why? Why? Why? Because, because, because had been swimming around in his head for days. He didn’t dare to stop you from walking away or chase after you and he stood there, frozen and shocked, watching you walk away from him. 

You needed space, he reasoned with himself, so he walked away, towards his apartment, repeating your words over and over in his head 

“I’m in love with you” “You don’t even care”

He always had an answer for everything. His tongue short, witty, ready for any comment, but never had he felt like he had escaped the ability to think of words much less get them out of his mouth, only yours stayed, knocking around in his head. 

He was a coward, that much evident that he couldn’t even pick up the phone to press your contact. Fear and worry were holding him back but at the same time limiting him. How long can you avoid speaking to your best friend? His friends tried to pry why he suddenly became AWOL for the last three days; he couldn’t even give them an answer.

*Ping* “Where have you been the past few days?” - Mingyu *Ping* “There is a new restaurant near campus, I’ll pay” - Jun *Ping* “How long are you gonna be cooped up at home?” - Seungkwan *Ping* “Are you good?” - Hyungwon *Ping* “You haven’t been to class for a while…everything ok?” - Joshua *Ping* “It’s literally midterm season, are you studying or avoiding exams?” - Woozi

Not a single notification interested him, he knew none of them were yours. How had he taken your presence for granted and now all he wished were for you to message him, even if it was to curse at him, call him names; anything at all would have worked.

Jeonghan hadn’t been hurt in love. He’d fallen in love and fallen out. He’d had his fair of crushes and partners, but you can never prepare for falling in love with your best friend. Losing your most cherished friend comes with a feeling of hollowness, one that leaves you feeling restless and alone. He couldn’t lose you, not like this anyway. He hadn’t eaten, sleep wouldn’t come easy no matter how much he wished it to. He checked his phone despite knowing full well you would never in a million years reach out after the situation he had created for you two. 

Four days was how long it took for Seungcheol to bust down his door and drag him out of the house. 

“You can’t be inside for this long. You need to get out of the house…maybe even clean it up”

Walking up to his bed, Seungcheol pulls off the covers and grabs a hold of Jeonghan’s arms, pulling the man towards him haphazardly trying to get him to a standing position.

Seungcheol’s strength was unmatched, and the most Jeonghan could do was continue being deadweight and cause him enough resistance until Seungcheol let him be, but his friend was nothing if not fucking persistent. Any other time, Jeonghan would appreciate it but he couldn’t find it within himself to face the world, what if everyone laughed at him?

Letting him go, Jeonghan falls back into the lying position Seungcheol had found him in, attempting to sleep without avail.

“She’s on campus today,” Seungcheol mentioned in a tone so nonchalant, hands on hips as if Jeonghan wasn’t mentally beating himself up all week trying to figure out how he could see your face. “Don’t lie to me” “Why would I need to lie to you? I know you probably haven’t seen her in the last four days like a coward,” he replies as he walks towards Jeonghan’s closet. “I saw her as at the campus café after my morning lecture.”

Despite never properly admitting how enamoured he was by you, Jeonghan had spilled everything from the day of the party over the phone to Seungcheol two nights ago. From the dejection in his voice, yet the coolness of his words gave away the façade he was still trying to put up; he was only hurt that his best friend confessed and stopped speaking to him, which was also his fault for enacting by not even a weak effort to leave a voicemail.

The wheels were turning in his head, maybe if Seungcheol could get them to see each other there could still be some salvage to their friendship and perhaps a potential beginning to a future being something more.

Wide-eyed and frozen, Jeonghan’s face is met with a thump of the hoodie and jeans.

“Here, put this on and get down to the car in the next 15 minutes,” Seungcheol yells out walking out of the room.

Never in his life had he rushed to dress faster. He had to see you today and clear up everything, if he didn’t, he could kiss you and your friendship goodbye. 

Seungcheol had said 15 minutes as a courtesy, he hadn’t expected Jeonghan to surge into his car, 7 minutes later, hair a mess, shoes untied (were they on the wrong foot?), phone in hand, yet not even a pencil on him—if he hadn’t picked out the hoodie himself he would have thought a random stranger burst into his car. 

“Let's go,” Jeonghan breathes out, clearly spent from sprinting out of his apartment. “Whoa, hold on, are you going to go to campus like this?” “Nobody is going to care, just drive” “...ok…don’t say I didn’t give a chance to change,” Seungcheol reprimands as he starts the car and begins to reverse out of the parking lot.

The ride to the campus is silent save for Jeonghan’s fingers drumming against in thigh, then the dashboard, then the edge of the door, then again on his thigh.

“Can you maybe not use my car as a drum set?” “I can’t help it. What if Y/N doesn’t let me explain?” “What exactly do you plan to say?” questions Seungcheol.

He knew Jeonghan could likely talk himself out of a literal court case but if he hadn’t been able to face his feelings for you before…His hopes were low.

Pin drop silence. He had been planning all the possible scenarios and speeches he could utter the minute he found the presence of your face in his vicinity, promising himself to not let you walk away again.

“..i..”

The ever-infamous smooth talker Yoon Jeonghan was once again brought into debilitating silence, as if speech was foreign to his lips and thoughts vanished completely.

What was he going to say to you, could he even say anything to you that would make up for how he ghosted you since that night?

Worst of all, would you forgive him?

The cutie at cashier

C.(S). Vernon x Reader | WC. 368 | G. Fluff |

Saturdays were grocery days. Every Saturday you would wake up, have some breakfast and head to the grocery store with your handy collection of reusable bags. Since it was close by, walking was the more convenient option.

Arriving at the store, you choose a cart and head towards the produce. Within 45 minutes you had picked up any necessary items and headed towards the cashier counter.

It was at that moment that you halted your steps, noticing who was working the counter, Vernon, the new and not to mention super handsome cashier.

You stood in line at the cashier station he was working at. Snapping out of your daydream (of creepily staring at Vernon the cashier) it occurred to you that you had been standing in line for over fifteen minutes, not only you but several other people, some of whom had left for another checkout counter.

What exactly was taking so long?

Cocking your head to the side, you look ahead and find your culprit, Vernon. There he was, scanning the items at a languid pace, boxed items for a long time and produce was a whole other story. His co-workers had to butt in several times to help out, as he was clueless on how to reverse a wrong scanned item.

Nonetheless, you remain patient and wait a couple more minutes as more counters were opened and several people in front left, leaving just you at the counter.

Before starting, he passes you a small but nervous smile and starts to scan the items. Again like the previous times, his co-workers come to his rescue and he mumbles several thanks and apologies and goes back to scanning. The whole process takes longer than expected, but who were you to complain when he looks so cute getting flustered every time he makes a mistake? Finally, with all the items scanned and paid for, he hands you your receipt. Looking sheepish, he thanks you once again for being patient, and wishes you a good day and a goodbye, with another one of his dazzling smiles and a wave.

Your usual Saturdays were quick and ordinary, however, with this new cashier, Saturdays just got a whole lot more interesting.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1367 | G. Angst| Pt. 4/? |

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The door shuts with a bang as you lean against it, catching your breath. 

With your eyes closed, you remember his face. 

Tired. Exhausted. Relieved. Concerned. Shocked. Emotion painted on in a blend of colours, hanging to each crease of his brow and lips.

He was a mess, more so than you’ve ever seen him

Why were you feeling concerned for his well-being? If anything, you should worry about yourself. Four days and the place you had to see him was on campus after things had been running relatively smoothly all day. Turning your head to the side, your sights fell on the bag you had made this morning—all your tangible memories stuffed in that 23 by 64-inch bag. 

You turn your body and move closer to it. Untying the double knot of the black bag, you pull out a figure of Wall-E made out of Lego, Jeonghan having the other half, Eve.  

You had started building Legos together as a joke to escape the stress of finals and the impending assignment deadlines two semesters ago which became a designated stress reliever, finals or not, you would scour the internet and save up for sets that you both liked.

“You’re doing it wrong, that’s not how the piece fits” “It’s literally what the instruction shows” “No no! That’s not the right piece”

The first Lego set you brought home had no one set design, just a wide range of pieces and instructions to make whatever you wanted but it seemed that you both found it funny to insult the creation the other wanted to make causing you to bicker over every attempt to build something together.

It was worse when you bought a more complicated set from your favourite series The Lord of the Rings—a Rivendell set. Figuring out the intricate details and piecing together the entire design put the two of you on each other’s nerves. It got so bad that you had to cool off in separate rooms and when you came back, Jeonghan sat back just watching you complete the set to avoid more fighting.  

You learned you two couldn’t build together unless you were working on completely different sets which prompted you two to buy multiple Lego sets so you could parallel play like children on the living room floor.

Long hours of just making your designated Lego set, music on low volume in the background, snacks at your side and you would find yourself looking over to see him completely focused on his piece without another care in the world. You caught yourself often, in those times, letting your gaze linger to his figure for just a while longer, turning away before he had the chance to meet your eyes.

Placing the Lego Wall-E on the floor you reach in to find a hoodie, navy blue with “MARK THE MOMENT” printed on the front.

On a seemingly clear spring day, the two of you headed out near his apartment to build a stash of snacks to sustain the two of you for a movie marathon that weekend, a celebration for finishing midterms.

Walking into the shop with blue skies, you two emerged with a heavy downpour. Had you thought of potential weather uncertainty, you would’ve worn a thicker or even full-sleeved t-shirt. Jeonghan had been more prepared, wearing that same navy hoodie you clutched in your hands, as he held the bags of your store haul.

Ready to make a run for it, he turns to you. Doubt and concern sported on your face.

Placing the bags in his hands on the ground, he begins to shed himself of his hoodie. Passing it over to you once it's off. Despite himself in just a t-shirt he urges you to put on his hoodies.

“Don’t argue, I’ll be fine” “You’ll get wet though” “We both will, but you have more to lose with the thin shirt you have on,”

Wanting to get home faster, and the rain clearly not willing to let up any time soon, you throw on the hoodie.

“We run on 3” he beams, picking the bags back up but this time both in one hand.”1….2……3!”

You don’t expect him to tuck his hand into yours and pull you forward, beginning your race against the overcast to his apartment.

It's then, the two of you soaked, laughing and running against the rain, you feel your heart flutter. It had been doing that for a little while these days, but only when you found your gaze settled on your best friend. His smile, contagious and his laugh ringing in your ear like a symphony, everyone else? Background noise. Nobody, nothing, mattered more than his hand in yours, pulling you in a frenzy through the streets desperate to seek shelter, despite water reaching your skin a sharp contrast to the heat and fuzzy feeling creeping across your entire body.

Continuing your journey through memory lane, you pull a stack of polaroids and one of your old disposable cameras—one which was yet to be developed.

Polaroids, some blurry, others confusing without context but one in particular, a haphazardly taken selfie from last summer. Staring straight into the camera, Jeonghan’s arm reaches around your head, as his hand grabs the underside of your face, pushing together your cheeks, giggling at your dismay. He snapped a picture before you could get away from his grasp. Your eyes shut, lips both frowning and pouting and his hand smushing your cheeks together like you were a child.

You stare at the picture a bit longer, wishing to go back to summer, a time in which your worries had all but disappeared, it was just you and him.

You dig around the bag until you find what you’re looking for. The beanie. Brown and now a bit worn due to use.

Whenever the colder season began, it would be the perfect weather for hats and beanies in the morning but by lunchtime, Jeongan’s beanies would either be in your bag or lazily stuffed in one of his pockets, much too hot to put on his head. It would be one of the things he would leave around your home and so you would often collect them and deliver them back before he had the chance to complain about how his hats seemed to be disappearing.

This particular beanie was a gift, from him to you, though it ended up as a shared article of clothing. Pulling it off each other’s head to sport it on your own was a childish game you enjoyed partaking in. Despite a million times you fought to wear the beanie, your fondest memory was tied to a bittersweet day. An exam that particularly seemed to disrupt your academic career ended in a less-than-ideal conclusion. You held it in all day, but the minute you saw him, all bets were off, one question was all it took for you to start bawling in the middle of the library.

Unable to understand your sudden outburst and concern for you, he pulls off the brown beanie, sticking it over your head and pulling down the sides over your eyes, concealing your sorrow from the world. The suddenness of his actions startled you, your crying abruptly cut short during his ministrations to straighten the beanie on your head. Now silent, you sat across from him contemplating the situation.

“Wow…I didn’t think that would work…” “…why…did you do..that?” you ask, sniffing, still blinded by the fabric constricting your view.

He shrugs to an imaginary audience, forgetting that you can’t see him.

“Hold on stay like that, I’m gonna take a picture," he explains before giving you a proper explanation of his thought process.

Face red, tears drying on your cheeks, beanie pulled too far down, your lips a thin line, the profile picture he still kept as your contact.

You laugh at the ridiculous memory, which despite your best tries, turns into tears, once again crying over how messed up everything has become.

You can’t rid yourself of these items, just like you can’t throw away your feelings. Each and every memory tattooed to the depths of your mind, how would you remove those?

One day you’ll regret it, perhaps it’s today

C.(S). Han x Reader | WC. 589 | G. Angst|

Goodbyes have always come easier to you, after all, you seem to be saying them all the time.

There were very few people in your life that you felt a deep connection with, ones that weren’t related to your blood. And the most important of them all?

Han Jisung

He wasn’t just a somebody. He was your everything.

As beautiful as your life became with him, sometimes people are forced to do the cruellest things to those they love.

He was perfect, in your eyes, from the way he smiled to the way he cried. Not a single flaw you could locate.

So why did you decide to rip the heart out of the love of your life and shatter it without a bat of an eye?

Truthfully, no reason would ever be good enough or could be enough. You didn’t just make a mistake, you fucked up in every possible sense and you wouldn't see it until it was too late.

    “Why!? Why are you doing this?”

He was off the couch, kneeling in front of you. His eyes stare up at yours, begging for you to look inside them just once.

     “We can’t be together Jisung, I don’...CAN'T hold you back anymore.”

Bullshit. You internally cringed and cursed yourself for the lies that spilled out.

He stood up in disbelief, the tears drying on his face as he felt a surge of anger from your words.

   “So you’re just willing to give up on us? You think you’re holding me back?”

He was angry and hurt but more importantly, he was breaking. Your fight was nearing the end and you knew a few more blows would be enough for him to hate and resent you for life.

Standing up, you turn your head to meet his eyes. Eyes filled with so many questions and pain that you have to remind yourself of your true intentions.

    “Goodbye Han Jisung I wish you the best.”

Using his full name? How could you already be so cold?

Wish him the best? How could the person he could give his life for say goodbye to him as if they were strangers?

You start to walk away but his arm quickly reaches out to grab your elbow.

    “You can’t break my heart like this!”

His voice cracks and his anger melts away, now only his initial desperation and heartbreak remain.

You don't look into his eyes this time, looking straight ahead towards the door.

     “It's over Jisung, let me go," you breathe out. Utterly defeated yourself.

There was no use stopping you. Realization hit him, you had already made up your mind so who was he to stop you now?

You feel his release on your elbow, allowing you to proceed with your steps to the door.

Walking towards the door, you pick up the bag you had previously situated near the entrance, the catalyst to the end.

As you open the door to walk out, you start to turn and look at him one last time, but stop yourself.

With your back turned, you whisper a small “I love you” and continue out. 

You never imagined this day would come, but it had and you had made your bed so now you would be the one to lie in it.

Goodbyes were always easy for you, but this one had left you hollow, something that could quite never be filled. Not that you deserved that courtesy after tearing apart the man you kept awake countless nights with your false promises.