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vampzity · 3 months

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧

Pairing: nonidol! Mingi x f! reader

Genre: fluff (PURELYYY), valentine’s day, pet names (princess, shorty), mini idol au, amusement park au, one shot, fear of heights

Synopsis: As usual, you and Mingi always spend your Valentine’s Day doing something new every year. It was practically a tradition for your 5-year relationship. Ultimately, you two decided to go to the Valentine’s Fair that happens every year in Seoul. It was overall a good time; food, games, rollercoasters and so much more. Little did you know a shinier prize would be on the list.

Now Playing: Love Story - P1Harmony

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is a relatively shorter one shot, so I’m sorry in advance but I hope you enjoy!

San's Pt. Masterlist Wooyoung's Pt.

“Mingi!! Mingi!!! Come here and do this game for me!!”

Mingi turned around to face you, a bag of food in one hand while 3 stuffed animals rested in his other. He looked tired and out of breath as he hurried over to you, struggling to keep up.

He found you standing in front of a ring toss game, practically jumping up and down as you beamed at the huge pink teddy bear on the wall. You turned to look at Mingi, whose eyes faced the plushie while practically shocked at the size of it. Mingi stood at 6’2, making him a relatively tall guy. However, the size of that bear looked about half of his. He gulped nervously and met your eyes hesitantly.

“Shorty, are you sure you want that one? My hands are pretty full here.” He cleared his throat and looked down at his full arms, shaking from fatigue.

You returned a pout to him, looking back over to the gigantic teddy that hung. Silence filled the space between you two for a split second until Mingi sighed and turned so that his side could face you. A smile beamed on you as you clasped your hands together.

“Omg really??!! Thank you Min!!” you exclaimed joyfully.

“Yea, yea. Take the wallet before I change my mind, please.” Mingi rolled his eyes, allowing you to take the wallet from the pocket of his jeans. And that you did.

You took out a 5-dollar bill and handed it to the tenant, explaining that you wanted five rounds just to be safe. The young man nodded, handing you the rings and setting the timer at the stand. You looked at Mingi, both of you sharing a reassuring nod. The game began and you threw ring tosses towards one bottle, in hopes of it being easy. However, you were quickly humbled to see that it wasn’t as easy as you thought

Four rounds went by and the giant bear still had yet to be in your hands, making you question your existence. You stood there with a blank expression on your face, not sure if you should continue the game with a 50/50 chance of winning.

You sulked a bit as the tenant handed you the last bit of rings. You didn’t feel even the slightest amount of confidence that you’d win. You looked at Mingi, who gave you a small reassuring smile. He nodded, placing the prizes on the floor and handing you the bag of food to hold. He took the rings from your hands and pet your head softly, switching spots with you at the stand.

“Watch and learn little one.”

He threw each ring onto a singular bottle, getting 3 on one and 3 on another perfectly. There was no hesitation in his throwing and he didn’t even seem the slightest bit worried about losing. You stood there in awe, practically jaw-dropped at how effortlessly Mingi won for you. He grabbed the large bear from the tenant as everyone around him clapped, making him confused as to what all the commotion was about.

“I mean it’s just a game.. I don’t see why everyone’s clapping?” he mumbled.

He handed you the huge bear and then picked up the ones he placed down as well as the bag of food he handed you. As he began walking away from the stand, you stood there in awe still as to how he was unfazed. He continued to walk, not even looking back at you to know you weren’t following him.

“You gonna keep standing there looking pretty, princess? Or are we gonna go to the Ferris wheel?”

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you ran to him with the bear. You walked beside him, your heart filling with joy and love as you recalled how sweetl Mingi was to you.

You’ve been dating him for almost 5 years coming next month and it’s safe to say that it was the best decision you have made in a long time. You two were practically trainee sweethearts, if that’s a thing. You had met him as trainees at KQ Entertainment through Yunho, and have been close ever since. Even though you are just a backup dancer for Ateez, you still enjoy seeing Mingi perform as he does with you.

And that’s exactly how he fell in love with you.

From countless nights of practicing and nights of you perfecting his dancing skills for performances, he grew very fond of you. How kind you were, how thoughtful, and willing to put everything on the line just to help him out. How you’d constantly reassure and remind him to eat and rest on hard days or times when he practiced too hard. He appreciated it all and he still did when you two started dating, it never changed even a bit.

“Mings?”

The tall boy looked down at you, eyes soft as he raised an eyebrow at you. Your face flushed pink when your eyes met, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Thank you for today, it means a lot that you step out of your way for me.” Your voice grew quiet as you began to feel shy, quickly looking away from Mingi.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, his teeth showing in his smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, Shorty. I do this because I love you and because your happiness matters to me.” He leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead, giving you a slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

“You deserve this, I couldn’t begin to explain how nothing I do compares to what you’ve done for me.”

You smiled, your hugging on the bear tightening some. You looked up at the giant Ferris wheel that glowed full of colors ahead of the two of you.

“Thank you, Mings. It means a lot.” You grabbed onto his hand, holding the bag of food together with him. His grip squeezed yours softly as he began to walk towards the ride.

You felt a small amount of worry in you, as Ferris Wheels weren’t always your thing. Sure you loved rollercoasters, you even loved the thrill of it all, but you weren’t too keen about this ride. The uncontrollable rocking of the cart, even the long wait time in the air as the tenants had to take each individual on and off the cart one at a time. It made you a bit uneasy.

As you finally made it to the line, the nervousness you felt began to worsen seeing how short the line was. You so greatly hoped the line was long enough for Mingi to change his mind or even for you to calm your nerves. However with a line this short, it was guaranteed that you two would be next to board. You let go of Mingi’s hand, looking up at how high the Ferris Wheel sat.

Mingi looked over at you, realizing you let go of his hand which is something you normally didn’t do. You always wanted to hold him whatever the chances were, so it was a surprise to him.

“Something wrong, Princess?”

Your eyes darted away from the ride, looking over at Mingi who was concentrating on your feelings. You looked down and held your bear tightly, not exactly sure how to say what you were feeling. However, him being your boyfriend for almost 5 years, Mingi could read you like a book. He already knew and didn’t need you to say anything for him to.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I’ll be across from you the entire time so you won’t be alone.”

He cupped your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. He grabbed onto your hand again as the line continued to move up, making you two next on board.

He set the bag of food and prices aside, then grabbed the teddy bear from you to place nearby. As he walked back over to you, he intertwined his hand with yours, slowly walking you over to the carriage.

He let you in first, soon following behind you and taking a seat across from you. You both fastened your seatbelt as the tenant closed the door. You looked at your feet, not even daring to look around you as you felt a wave of nervousness wash over you. The cart began to move, making your body tense up and your eyes widen. You weren’t even focused on Mingi, all you wanted to do was get off.

“Hey,” Mingi leaned over and placed his hand against your knee, squeezing it softly.

You remained with your head down, although your eyes were now focused on Mingi’s hand. He caressed your knee softly with his thumb.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. Look at me.” he encouraged you, soon getting up from his seat and sitting next to you. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted it slowly to meet his eyes, but they quickly darted to the sight around you. You realized how high you were in the air and began to panic. You felt your breath become short as your heart beat out of your chest. You weren’t sure of what to do, you felt trapped and as if you had nowhere to go.

Mingi placed both of his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to face him and only him. Your eyes quickly locked as you zoned out of your fears. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead with the hopes of calming you down.

“Breathe, Shorty. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You exhaled softly, nodding to Mingi’s words as you closed your eyes. He smiled at you, soon intertwining his right hand with your left hand. The cart was silent for a bit as the ride continued to move, making you squeeze onto Mingi’s hand for some comfort. You felt Mingi move a bit as he held your hand, making you question what exactly he was doing.

“Mingi, please don’t move. The cart will move with you,” you mumbled, not even daring to open your eyes.

He let go of your hand, giving you a small nervous feeling in your stomach. You still refused to open your eyes, even if you were curious as to why he let go of your hand. However, your safety was more important to you at that moment.

“You might wanna open your eyes for this one, Princess.”

You shook your head no in refusal, closing your arms with it. If it was your fear that Mingi was trying to help you get over, a simple line like that was not going to help anything. Mingi sighed softly, taking your hand in his as he kissed it one time. It remained held in his hand until a small faint red painted your face.

“Please, for me?”

Your heart clenched at hearing how soft his voice was to you. Even though Mingi had a deep voice, he was always sure to soften it for you so it didn’t come off as too aggressive. You felt your face flush pink as you sighed, lifting your head. You opened your eyes and quickly widened them at the sight in front of you.

Mingi stood in front of you, kneeling on one leg as he held a dark blue velvet box in his hands. It was opened toward you as he smiled at you. In the box was a shiny gold ring. A small pear-cut diamond sat pretty in the middle of its holding, followed by smaller diamonds lining the sides of the ring. Gold bands circled the outer layers of the ring to make an infinity sign. It sparkled in the moonlight, allowing Mingi to see the sparkle in your eyes.

You felt tears start to swell in your eyes as they locked with Mingi’s, who continued to beam a smile at you.

“Y/n, my sweet sweet love. We’ve been together for as long as I can recall. Wouldn’t you say it’s time to make it official?”

You were at a loss for words. Your face was completely red at his words. The nervousness you once felt, the fear that took hold of your body has now left. Peace filled within you as love gradually filled your heart. Was this his plan all along? How did this go unnoticed by you? Something this big, especially when any gift Mingi gets you is very easy for you to figure out. Was it because you never mentioned the idea of marriage to him? That he never glanced at jewelry stores? Did the boys know of this plan?

“Mingi—” you started.

He held up a finger, shaking his head at you to stop talking. You blinked your eyes in confusion as he cleared his throat.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Silence filled between you two as your mind went blank at his question. The tears that swelled in your eyes began to fall as you brought your hands to your face. Even if you were at a loss for words, your body language was enough to tell Mingi your answer.

You nodded quickly as you began to cry. You held out your hand for him to grab so that the ring could be slipped onto your finger. He pulled you into a tight hug, soon letting go to kiss you. He held his hands around your waist as your hands cupped his cheeks. The kiss was passionate, unlike any you two have shared before. Your lips intertwined softly against each other as you felt the heat of each other’s bodies. Pulling away from the kiss, you two locked eyes. He gave you a small smile with a tilt of his head.

“Thank you, Mingi. I couldn’t tell you how grateful I am and have been to have you.”

You saw his cheeks glow red at your sentence, shyly looking away from you. You kissed his cheek softly as you held onto his hands.

“You deserve it, Princess. Anything for you.”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It was so hard to keep the idea for this a secret from a lot of you hehe. Wooyoung is next :3 (as a Woo bias I’m so excited for this one)

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sxfterhearts · 2 months

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cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

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lattenha · 3 months

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y(ours) — P1HARMONY!maknae line

a continuation of what it’s like dating the younger one’s and their familiarity with your personal belongings. ft. non-idol!p1h maknae line x gn!reader

a/n: this is my attempt at easing back into writing, apologize if it’s super rough :(

intak

your vinyl record.

it was gifted to you on christmas about two years ago. you’ve always dwelled on wanting one of your own, but never had the balls to go out of your way to purchase one because they could get pretty pricey. a lot of your extensive research and effort you spent scouring the internet to find the perfect vinyl record you’d like pointed to signs of something completely out of your budget. well, not completely, but unrealistically obtainable with the numbers you’ve been receiving paycheck-to-paycheck from your job.

so, each time that the holidays were around the corner, and whenever your mother would ask for your christmas wishlist, you’d throw in several other items you’d like but never included the idea of wanting a vinyl record. that secret desire of yours was something you kept to yourself, something you never brought up in conversation, nor was it something you’d expect to receive unless it was coming out of your pockets.

lo and behold, on the morning of a wintery cold december 25, when you were gathered around the christmas tree with your siblings and parents to open your presents, there sat a box with a fragile sticker stuck to the wrapping.

to: y/n :)

from: mom and dad

since then your prized possession has followed you to college and your off-campus apartment whom you share with your three other close friends.

intak, especially, took a liking to your music player and never misses an opportunity to use it. whenever he visits your place (which is almost every day) he makes it his unrelenting mission to flip through your vinyls and place his pick of the day on to the turntable. his personal favorite is cigarettes after sex, a band you actually introduced him to.

while you don’t mind sharing things, especially with your partner, you’re pretty sure intak has used your vinyl record more often than you have. ultimately, you don’t mind. it’s rather endearing knowing that what’s yours also belongs to him.

shota

your nintendo switch.

“y/n can i play super smash bros?”

shota doesn’t even need to ask for your approval. in fact, he already knows your answer will always allude to a ‘yes,’ but he does it anyway despite the electronic device already in his possession.

“of course,” you would say.

naturally you grew up owning multiple generations of nintendo ds’s. when nintendo came out with a new updated version you’d go to the game store to trade it in for store credit just to get the latest release. this routine continued up until middle school when your gaming hobby no longer prevailed itself in your interests.

as months passed and 2017 eventually rolled by, the internet buzzed with life after nintendo’s announcement about the upcoming hybrid console came to light. rest assured that you were one of millions who preordered the device and waited impatiently for it’s hard launch date to release in store.

but again, school started to pick up and extra curricula’s were time consuming, that playing video games became less and lesser of an option for you to indulge in.

leave it to shota to pick up your slack. because if it’s not super smash bros that he’s try-harding at, it’s either the suika game, animal crossing (if he really feels like it), or pokemon. an odd rotation but who were you to judge.

“wHat!” he yelps from the couch. “how did he dodge that!”

you giggle at his typical gamer-behavior, closely reminded of yourself.

jongseob

your digicam.

the sony cyber-shot camera has been by your side since you were in the 5th grade.

it was a hand-me-down from your father’s box of electronic gadgets he owned back in the day; a lot of which were collecting dust in the garage for not being used in so long.

while tossing things away to relieve the clutter and deciding what to keep, you remember discovering the digicam at the bottom of the pile after laborious digging. your father briefly taught you how to turn it on and off, what button to press to take a picture, how to record a video, and the different settings you could play around with.

your digicam has followed you around the world to different countries for family trips, witnessed you graduate from high school, contained a lot of embarrassing photos of you and your friends, watched you grow since elementary to your first day of college, and captured numerous flicks featuring new faces.

when you started dating jongseob, your photo gallery has been nothing but candid pictures of you and him (mainly of you).

your boyfriend is constantly bringing it along with him to events or outings, because, in his defense, he just wants to create some memories for you both to look back on someday. sometimes he goes out of his way to point and direct you on how to pose.

once, over dinner, you asked jongseob if he’d rather upgrade to something better and not outdated, like a canon or even a proper film camera. however, he is not one to budge and refuses to give up the obsolete digicam he unintentionally took ownership of.

“it’s special,” he pouted. “and sentimental, too.”

you smiled, “i guess. i just can’t help but wonder if you prefer a greater upgrade.”

“trust me, this has everything i need. now show me that pretty smile of yours.”

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hotteoki · 8 months

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music! — huening kai

pairing: huening kai x fem reader

featuring: all of txt, ningning (aespa), yoon keeho (p1harmony)

genre: one shot, smau, fluff, classmates to lovers

wc, cw: /

notes: ik it seems like the third pic is an accident (like i repeated hyuka's wtf moment) but i swear it's intentional idk if this makes sense but yh

♬♪♫

©️ hotteoki || do not translate or repost on to any other platforms

masterlist

taglist: @asjkdk @weird-bookworm @dikeu

networks - @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films pirateeznet

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ksnfangz · 3 months

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Okay i have a few fic ideas that i’ve kinda started but never completed ( some may be dropped lol ) if you have one that’d you’d like to see sooner or any request pls comment or send an ask!! ( I write for enhypen , p1harmony , and txt )

SACRIFICE ( EAT ME UP ) || AOUAD AU

Paring : Sunghoon x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : Park Sunghoon and y/n l/n would never consider themselves friends… just two people who’ve been stuck together since elementary who can barely tolerate one another. But as a zombie outbreak takes over their city and school the two start to realize the true weight of their relationship.

PHOTOGRAPH || COFFE SHOP AU

Paring : Jake or Jongseob x reader // one shot

SUMMARY : in which a barista with a love for photography meets a girl with a picture perfect smile.

LOSER ≠ LOVER || GUARDIAN ANGEL AU

Paring : ot5 txt x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : y/n is sent down to earth to protect the lives of 5 different boys in order to regain her own

BITE ME || TRAIN TO BUSAN AU

Paring : Ni-ki x reader // multiple chapters

SUMMARY : IDK YET BUT I NEED IT

#enhypen fic #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #p1harmony request #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony reactions #p1harmony prompts #p1harmony fic #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt smau

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND P1HARMONY A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Hwang Intak

A ⇴ ATTENTION

There was a small part of Intak that would be watching you, although never for long. He’d try and not get caught or teased by anyone mostly about the fact that he paid such a great deal of attention to you.

B ⇴ BICKER

Both of you encourage the other person to bicker, you’re as bad as each other when it comes to being childish and winding each other up. You know exactly the right way to push each other’s buttons after so many years as friends, and even though you can say no, you can’t help but do it anyway.

C ⇴ COMFORT

If there was one thing you could always rely on Intak for, it was being there for you whenever you were having a tough time. He didn’t care how late it was or how far away he was from you at the time when you messaged him, he would still be there and still be supporting you as quickly as he possibly could.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

It was usually when Intak was stressed when you’d find yourselves disagreeing and arguing the most as he struggled to stay composed and stop things getting on top of him. If his mind was clouded and he was worrying about something, the chances were that Intak would end up accidentally taking it out on you as you were the person that he was closest too, and the one that he thought would understand him the best too.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You found yourself warming to Intak almost as soon as you met him, there was something about his personality that just made you feel comfortable and happy when you were with him. Intak tried his best to get along with you and keep the conversation going whenever there was a bit of a silence between you, and that effort was something that didn’t go unnoticed by you as you were much shier than he was.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Intak’s family were huge fans of yours and always had plenty of time for you. If you ever needed any help, then they were always more than happy to help you out and offer their help whenever they could for you. Whenever you visited them with Intak, the conversation would often be about you before it was about Intak, leaving you feeling very smug and Intak irritated that his family chose you first.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Neither of you minded going out too much, if someone recognised you then you’d never let it get in the way of whatever it was that the two of you were doing anyway. Intak tended to try and suggest places that he knew would be pretty quiet in the hope that it would make life easier for the two of you.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you have a habit of knowing exactly what the other person is going to say, knowing each other like the backs of your hands. Quite often you finish one another’s sentences, especially when you’re out in public as it leaves the other person embarrassed as you speak up and get it right on their behalf.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

You both are constantly laughing whenever you’re around one another, so inside jokes are inevitable between you both. The two of you are constantly recalling those jokes when you’re not laughing too, although most of the time you don’t finish reminiscing before you’re laughing about them all over again.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whilst Intak didn’t exactly like to say that he was jealous, he was at times left a little bit unsettled by some of your friends who tried to walk in his shoes as your best friend and forget about him. He hated when someone especially knew that he was your best friend and still tried to push him aside, knowing that they were fighting a losing battle as Intak would never give up his spot as your best friend.

K ⇴ KICKS

Intak got a kick out of knowing that you’d enjoyed yourself whenever you hung out with him. More than anything, he just wanted to make sure that you had a good time, and so when you let him know that you loved what you’d done or where he’d taken you, that always meant a great deal to Intak.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how enthusiastic you were beside him and how you had such similar energy to Intak. You had the same positivity as Intak did and that meant that you always had a willingness to get up and go like Intak did. You always just got on perfectly too because of how similar you were, you liked the same things and enjoyed the same places, so everything just seemed to come together perfectly for you both.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met through mutual friends who had invited you both out to the same place. The restaurant that you first met at during a party with some of your friends was somewhere that the two of you continued to go back to as you loved the place for being the spot where the two of you first met one another.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He loved just how easy you made it for Intak to be silly, you just relaxed with him and together you just always managed to make each other laugh and find a way to let one another just be yourself as well.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Intak was obsessed with your personality as it seemed to work so well with his personality, creating the perfect team. You had your differences at times, but somehow even those ended up clicking together.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that mean the most to Intak with you are the moments when he can just be Intak and relax for a little while. When he doesn’t have to be an idol or try and keep to the expectations of others are Intak’s favourite times, and they’re the times that are always given to him when he’s with you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

There are constant questions that come from Intak, he loves keeping conversation going with you as best as he can. It doesn’t matter how random it is either, if something pops into his head then he’ll mention it.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

A small part of your wardrobe will be saved for Intak to fill as he tries his best to help you find the best things to put in your wardrobe. Intak loves filling up your wardrobe, but most of all he loves to hide the items in your wardrobe that he dislikes so he can try his best to encourage you not to wear them.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

He loved having your support because it was the thing that Intak needed to know that he was doing a good job. Knowing that you had decided to support him meant a huge deal for Intak, especially when you went out of your way and had to travel somewhere far away in order to be there to support Intak.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Trying something new is one of Intak’s favourite things to do with you, if there’s somewhere you’ve not been, or an activity that you’re yet to give a good go, then he’ll be the first person to suggest you try it out.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one else that came close to you in Intak’s life, as far as he was concerned, you were always the number one.

V ⇴ VISITS

If Intak knows that you’re free and wanting something to do, he’ll often invite you to the studio so that you can spend a bit of time with him, and if you’re lucky get a couple of spoilers from the boys too.

W ⇴ WISDOM

The most important thing for Intak when he tries to give you advice is that he’s positive and tries to get you to be enthusiastic too.

X ⇴ XXXX

He’s incredibly affectionate with you, if you ever need a cuddle and a tight squeeze or just someone to rest their hand against you for a little while, Intak will always be there and will never say no to you either.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, given the choice, Intak always chose you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time you tended to invite Intak to stay at your place when you hung out as you had a bit more space to be accommodating for you both, and an added bonus for Intak was that you had no roommates to be disturbed by either.

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hrts4kyo · 2 months

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2Nite — ♕

♡︎ switch!theo x fem!reader

♡︎ genre: smut. strictly, mdni. (wc; 2,7k)

♡︎ sypnosis: you and your friends decided to go to the clubs to celebrate your birthday, and of course, your closest friend Theo had to be there as well. Despite you both denying the rumours of something going on between you two, everyone could see right through the clear facade. Maybe, there was something more. Something that was unspoken and hidden from everyone else.

♡︎ warnings: semi-publc (restrooms), fingering, manhandling, not an established relationship yet, praise + degration, slight exhibitionism, pet names (e.g baby, sweetheart), alcohol intake, oral (m receiving), handjob.

♡︎ song recs: 2nite - p1harmony + formula - labrinth. ✭

You swung your bag over your shoulder, getting out of the taxi with a bright smile on your face. It was finally your birthday, the day you had been looking forward to for ages. You flattened your slim black dress before paying the cost of the taxi and shutting the door with a nod.

At last you headed towards the entrance of the club, taking your ID from the purse and showing it to the tout that stood tall infront of the entry. Once you got the pass, he clicked open the gate and signalled you to go in. You did so confidently, heading straight to the booth that you and your friends had rented for the night.

As you made your way through the loud crowds, you found yourself swaying along with the music.

Once you finally made it to your booth, you were greeted with a loud cheer from your favourite friends. All of them immediately errupted into a loud “Happy birthday” and you could not help but slightly get embarrassed, ducking your head in your hand and laughing quietly.

“Heyy y/n!! We were looking forward to you finally arriving, took you long enough” Keeho smiled, patting down on the seat next to him as you made your way to sit.

“Okay, I know I was late but I couldn’t help it, my uber was late as fuck” You sighed, placing your bag on the table.

“You’re always so stubborn, I told you I could’ve picked you up on the way here” Intak shook his head, smiling in a way of saying “I told you so”

“Oh please, with the way you drive, I’d rather be late. You drive like your in a formula car lets be so real right now”

And everyone nodded, agreeing with you.

“Anyways, It’s my birthday, drinks are on me so what are we getting?” You stood up, taking your wallet out so you could head to the bar to order drinks.

“Hey thats not fair, It’s your birthday, we should be the one getting you the drinks” Jiung added, putting his hand over your wallet.

“I agree” Jongseob added, tilting his head towards Jiung.

“Can all of you shut up for once, trust me I want to buy you all drinks, It’s my treat! I mean come on we’ve been friends for several years and none of you guys have let me buy drinks before” You slapped Jiungs hand off, chuckling as you told them all that it’s okay.

“Works for me, I’d love some tequila shots” Keeho shrugged.

“Ooh, Me too” Shota added, following Keeho like he always did.

“Okay fine, I’ll just have a beer then” Intak said.

“I’ll have a beer along with Intak” Jongseob added.

“Yeah beer sounds good” Jiung replied, content with the choice of drinks.

“What about you Tae?” You asked, trying to memorise all of the drinks that the boys had asked you for.

“I’m not too sure, can I come to the bar with you so I can check the menu?” Theo questioned.

“Of course, Tae”

And he got up along with you, both of you heading towards the bar, blending in with the large crowd.

As you dissapeared and left the boys’ line of vision, Keeho looked towards the others with a grin on his face.

“Is it just me who thinks there’s something goin’ on between them two?”

“Definitely not, yangie always acts different around her, its hilarious to see” Intak smiled as he leaned into the booth.

“Oh for sure, Whenever we go to the clubs without y/n he just gets a fireball. It’s his favourite drink. There is no way he actually didn’t know what he wanted today.” Jiung snickered.

The boys laughed loudly, seeing right through Theo.

. . . . . . .

You and Theo walked through the heavy crowds, music blasting out of the industrial speakers. Due to it being a Saturday, the entire venue was packed with people, several couples on the dance floor and other strangers just hanging with their friends.

At some point you felt like you had lost Theo, looking around you as you panicked. Finding him in the large mass of people would take ages, and you didn’t want to worry the other boys. So, you called his name out, trying to overpower the speakers, but of course, you were unsuccessful.

While your heartbeat quickened, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, then lower onto your hand. You looked behind you, locking eyes with him.

“Theo, for fucks sake you had me worrying” You cried out, relief washing over your entire body.

“Sorry sorry, some random girl grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, told her I had a girlfriend and so she left me alone”

Your eyes widened.

“Since when did you have a girlfriend oh my god?” You laughed, genuinely shocked with him.

“I dont know, since now apparently. I just pointed to you and she let me go” Theo shrugged, a smirk plastering across his face.

He didn’t wait for your reaction, pulling you by your hand to the bar through the heated bodies on the dance floor. You still had not recovered from that small remark, feeling yourself blush as you patted your cheek to make sure you weren’t heating up. To your dissapointment, you were scorching, meaning you were one hundred percent blushing. Shit.

You both arrived at the bar before you had even realised, Theo letting go of your hand slowly as he sat down on one of the stools along with you. You looked at him, admiring his calm expression as he searched over the menu board that was placed on the wall.

You were broken out of your trance through a bartender, a small girl that had her hair in a sleek ponytail.

“Hi! what can I get for you and your partner today?” She grinned, pointing her hand towards Theo that looked at her with a twisted expression, stuck in between laughter and keeping his mouth closed.

“I-We aren’t partn-

“We’d like 2 tequila shots, 3 beers, and one fireball. What would you like baby?” Theo asked, looking towards you.

At this point you couldn’t shut your mouth, your jaw hanging low as your eyes were wide.

“Oh, um, I’d just like one white wine please” You responded, mind spinning and your stomach churning. What was with Theo today, and more importantly, what was with you today? Why were you feeling like this….towards your best friend?

“Easy, will get them now” The bartender responded, making her way to the large selection of drinks.

You and Taeyang nodded, waiting for her to leave before you both made eye contact.

“Mind explaining yourself?” You questioned, leaning into his ear to make sure he could hear you.

A smirk made its way onto his face, bringing his lips close to yours as he breathed down your neck and spoke in your ear.

“You think I couldn’t see how you blushed when I dragged you by your hand y/n? the club lights dont do you much justice, neither does your body warmth.”

You felt your whole world spin, your bones suddenly feeling weak.

Theo took his hand off the counter, slowly bringing it up your thigh as he played with the hem of your dress.

“This dress new?” Theo smiled, looking down at the silver accents that rimmed the corners of the dress elegantly.

“Nah, Just never wore it, It’s kind of uncomfortable” you muttered, your heart beating at an unsteady pace. Theos eyes dragged from your thighs, to your stomach, to your cleavege, than to your eyes. You could feel him pierce through your skin, his touches feeling heavy.

“Uncomfortable hm? Guessing you wouldn’t mind it being ruined then?” He began to trace circles in your inner thighs, causing you to tremble slightly, tensing your entire body up.

“No, I wouldn’t mind” You wanted to see how this played out.

“How about we forget the drinks and the other boys for a little then?” Theo stood up from his stool, extending his hand for you to grab.

without a second thought, you took his hand in yours, allowing him to lead you wherever he had in mind. You mindlessly went after him, watching the way his black locks brushed over his forehead underneath the orange and red lights.

Before you knew it, Theo had stopped in his tracks and pulled you into one of the bathrooms, his chest against yours. You looked up at him, admiring his gorgeous features.

“Mind if I—“

“Kiss me, Theo.”

And you were swept into a tender kiss, his lips crashing against yours. His teeth dragged across your lower lip, allowing his tongue to gain entrance and twist with yours in a heated dance. His hands made their way from your waist to your thighs, hoisting you up so you were pinned against the wall, his hardening bulge pressing against your clothed heat.

You felt arousal pool at your panties, the kiss fogging up your mind while he slightly rubbed against you. You moaned into his mouth, your dress riding up so your ass was nearly exposed. One of his hands gripped your ass harshly, causing him to groan while you broke the kiss to throw your head back from the sensation. His hand moved from your ass to your pussy, pressing right against your sensitive bud.

“Shit, Taeyang..Need more” You sighed contently, leaning your head against the graffitied wall of the restrooms.

“Whatever my princess needs”

And within seconds, his hand had moved your panties to the side, teasing your bare entrance with his long digits. Your breathing faltered as he slowly put you down, turning your back into his chest as your ass lined up with his hard cock. He pulled you infront of the full length mirror of the bathroom as one of his hands spread your legs apart and one hand found refuge on your neck.

Your dress was now pooled at your waist, your entire cunt dripping and bare infront of the mirror. The sight was exotic, a whimper escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo’s hands circled your cunt. You turned your head to the side, the sight becoming too much for you to handle. But, before you could fully look away, Theo scowled in your ear.

“Look at yourself through the mirror gorgeous. Don’t look away now…you’re practically dripping for me.” Theo scoffed underneath his breath, watching you through the mirror as well.

You looked at yourself, and finally, Theo pushed one of his digits into your cunt, a moan escaping your lips at the coldness of his finger. He slowly took it out as he plunged it back in roughly, your eyes shutting in pure ecstacy.

Suddenly, you felt another finger probe at your entrance, your hole aching as it slid its way into you. Theo’s free hand slightly tightened around your neck, resulting in your mind fogging up and a loud moan making its way out of your lips.

As his fingers made its way in and out of your bruised cunt, you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. His fingers pressed against your gummy walls so sweetly that you couldn’t help but clench around them. Within just a few moments, you were coming undone around his hand, your juices leaking down your thigh and onto Taeyangs palm.

“There we go, thats my pretty girl” Theo whispered in your ear, plunging his fingers in and out of you softly as he pushed your cum back into your swollen pussy.

Theo twisted you back around so you were facing him, checking up on you as he brushed your stray pieces of hair back.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Theo looked down at you with concern, his hands brushing over your red face and checking your pulse on your neck.

You smiled, a small giggle escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo began to worry at how silent you had become.

“That felt fucking amazing Taeyangie” You put your hand atop of his, sighing into his touch.

“Fuck you had me so worried” Theo exhaled.

You looked down at his pants, his bulge still erect. You could feel your mouth watering as you imagined taking his length in your mouth. You looked back up at him, wanting him to enjoy this night just as much as you.

Your hand brushed over his dick and pressed it slightly, causing him to wince and suck in a deep breath through his teeth.

“I can help you with this, Can’t I baby?” You smiled, pushing Theo into one of the stalls and pressing his chest down so he sits on one of the closed toilet seats. You kicked the door shut, locking it quickly before settling between his legs.

“Fuck you look so hot right now y/n” Theo responded, his voice raspy.

Your confidence was at its peak, your hands making their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a hurry. You took his jeans down along with his boxers, His dick snapping against his toned abs. His flared mushroom head was practially leaking with pre-cum, begging for release.

And so, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, Theo groaning at the slightest touch.

You swatched your thumb over the head, gathering some of the slick and dragging it along his length. You began to twist your hand around his throbbing cock, Causing Theo to mutter unrecognisible words.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, feels so good”

As you felt Theo twitch in his seat, you could see from his expression that he was close. His brows furrowed together and mouth wide open. You took your hand off his dick, a dissapointed growl escaping his plush lips. Before he could complain, you kissed his tip, your warm mouth taking him in.

Theo arched his back, taking one of his hands off the seat and grabbing a fistful of your hair. You slowly took him in your mouth, your eyes watering around his girthy and long length. He was undeniably big, maybe the biggest you’d ever seen, and so you took as much as you could in your mouth and brung one of your hands back to cover the remaining length.

Theo was practically hyperventilating, his breath ragged while his chest heaved up and down in a rush. He was close to cumming, his hand that was located in your mouth guiding you to speed up. You gagged around his harsh length, turning him on more.

“‘m gonna cum, fuck, where do you want me” Theo asked, looking down at your teary eyes.

You held onto his thigh, signalling that you want him to say in your mouth. And with one last thrust into your mouth, Theo painted your throat white, his thick white spurts of cum spilling in you. You swallowed every last drop before kissing his tip and allowing him to pull out.

“Shit…That was so sexy y/n, god I love you so much” Theo said, standing up from the seat and pulling his boxers and pants back on as he buckled his belt with shakey hands. You kissed him on the lips before smiling.

“I love you too, my boy”

“Im all yours y/n.”

You held onto his hand as you quickly dragged him out of the toilets, both of you becoming a laughing mess as you made your way back to the booth. It hadn’t been that long right?

You both were met with an empty space, a note placed on the table.

Theo picked it up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he read it out loud.

“You guys were super loud in the bathrooms by the way, anyways — congratulations guys, we had all the drinks you both ordered sooo. . . ya’ll missed out on drinks! we’re all at my house now, come over but make sure you both are clean, don’t want cum on my couches <3

— Love, Keeho (aka cupid duh)

You both erupted into laughter, hugging each other closely before walking out of the clubs, calling a taxi. There was still a whole night ahead of you two.

Please reblog and like! lmk if you enjoyed it, and remember, requests are always open.

and thank you to the lovely anon who gave me this idea x x

#p1h x reader #p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #piwon #p1h smut #theo smut #taeyang smut #choi taeyang smut #piwon smut #theo x reader #taeyang x reader #choi taeyang x reader #p1h theo #p1h taeyang #theo ff #kpop smut #p1harmony smut #p1harmony hard hours #p1harmony hard thoughts

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sunoooism · 1 year

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› muias recs list ៸៸ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

♩ ⁺ ⠀┄ ( 🍯 ) 𓏸𓈒

these will all be sfw & x reader (probably a lot of the same writers lmao) will be updated when I please ig. (will include f!, m! & gn!r. I'll probably have gotten the f!r fics from moots' reblogs because I mostly read m! & gn!)

tomorrow x together

full fics/series

teddy bear, choi beomgyu x f!r by @simplygyuu (smau)

the goalie, choi soobin x gn!r by @mazeinthemoon (it's a side pairing but still beautiful)

one shots

white dress, choi beomgyu x gn!r(I think) by @fairyyeo

rain and vanilla lattes, kang taehyun x f!r by @tyunlatte

stargazer, kang taehyun x gn!r by @ox1-lovesick

I think he knows!, choi beomgyu x gn!reader by my beloved @gyuletters

drabbles

kiss me, choi yeonjun x gn!r by @astrozuya

choreography, choi soobin x gn!r by @ mazeinthemoon

hella whipped for you, choi beomgyu x gn!r by @mazeinthemoon

blue hyacinths, huening kai x gn!r by @mazeinthemoon (literally anything by moon is amazing btw)

skies, huening kai x gn!r (I think) by @cathyun

[8:26 AM], kang taehyun x gn!r by @kazmura

1:34 am, choi soobin x gn!r by @soobunnii

scenarios

moments with txt as lyrics, ot5 x gn!r by @sakuzleaves

apology w/ txt, ot5 x gn!r by @qqtxt (anything they write is amazing, if you liked this fic i would definitely recommend checking out their page)

comforting their s/o, ot5 x gn!r by @niki-phoria

when you react to their baby pictures, ot5 x gn!r (I think) by @yrhome (smau)

txt with a curly haired s/o, ot5 x gn!r by @gyuletters

head canons

their reaction to you falling asleep on them, ot5 x gn!r by @astrozuya

p1harmony

fics/full series

oneshots

drabbles

scenarios

headcanons

boyfriend hcs : p1harmony, ot6 x gn!r by @itgetsquiet

enhypen

full fics/series

one shots

sick fic, nishimura riki x m!r by @niki-phoria

drabbles

floured aprons, jake sim x gn!r by @yeomha

kissing jungwon all over his face, yang jungwon x gn!r (I think) by @yrhome

catching you stealing his hoodie, nishimura riki x gn!r by @delcakoo

scenarios

sweet moments with them, ot7 x gn!r by @niki-phoria

head canons

stray kids

full fics/series

one shots

summer strike, hwang hyujin x gn!reader (I think) by @soobnny.

drabbles

love of my life, yang jeongin x f!r by @luvrhyune (there's a part two as well😋🤭)

my muse, hwang hyunjin x gn!r (I think) by @wonbokkies

scenarios

calling bf skz bro, ot8 x gn!r by @seraphicsolitude (smau)

they call you clingy - (pt.2), maknae line x gn!r (I think) by @yangfleurs (they have a hyung line ver as well)

head canons

stray kids as… your college boyfriends </3, ot8 x gn!r by @yangkitties

p.s sorry if getting tagged annoys you, pls lmk

#୨୧ . . . Muias ! . . .# › recs list #txt fluff #txt x reader #enha fluff #enha x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #piwon fluff #piwon x reader

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starsstuddedsky · 2 years

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If You Call Me

gn reader x seokmin

summary: choosing to be partners with the soccer player in your science gen ed was bound to be a mistake, but when he insists on bringing you gifts to compensate for the notes you always share with him, you decide it means war. who will win this battle of kindness? and will you ever know if the feelings you have developed will be returned?

genre: fluff, university au, sports au, sunshine x sunshine?, non idol au

warnings: food mentions, existential crisis

wc: 7.9k

a/n: the second installment of this mini series! I’ve been sort of insane writing this in like 2 days but uh enjoy - also if ur a soccer player reading this. sorry. i tried.

title: If You Call Me - P1harmony

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I glared at the boy sitting across from me. I wouldn’t let him win, no matter how much he smiled at me.

“You gave me the notes when I had to miss class!” He said, pushing the drink closer to me. It would have been fine if that was the full truth. But we were a month into the fall semester and this was the eighth time he’d done this. Over half of the time that I showed up to our group project meetings I was greeted with a drink or a snack or something too incredibly sweet from Seokmin.

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” I said. “It’s not like you’re skipping on purpose, plus if you aren't caught up then it’s kind of hard to work on the project.”

“Well, even if the notes aren’t a big deal to you, you still adjusted your schedule to mine for these meetings. For 9 in the morning,” he said. “Drink it before the ice melts and it gets all watery.”

“I told you I’m a morning person.” I sighed, taking a sip of the drink, perfectly sweet and refreshing. “This is the last time I accept your kindness without retaliation.”

“Wow you really are an English major,” he said, opening his laptop.

“I mean it!” I said. “This is war, and I will not lose.”

“I look forward to this,” Seokmin said. “Even though you are definitely going to lose. Now, are we going to study or are you too busy planning my downfall?”

“First of all, it’s a battle of kindness,” I said. “And actually I really want to do anything but study today.”

Seokmin glanced around us. “You do know this is a study room, right?”

“I doubt we would be the first people to use this for other purposes,” I said, then realized how it sounded. “I mean, we probably aren’t the only people to not study in a study room. Like, watch a movie, or whatever. Not not study. Not… that.”

Seokmin sat back, folded his arms and grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Not what?”

I smacked his arm, trying to stop my face from getting redder.

“Fine, if you really don’t want to study, then I’m going to review tape,” he said, tapping quickly at his keyboard until he pulled up footage from their games. Seokmin played for the school’s soccer team as a midfielder. That was pretty much everything I knew about soccer. Despite my lack of knowledge, it was fun to watch along with Seokmin as he played the tape from their latest game. It had been an intense match, according to Seokmin, going into overtime with the other team being really aggressive.

He skipped to show me the “good” parts. “Watch,” he said, following a figure with his finger. They were running down the field with the ball, heading towards the goal for our team. A defender, number nine, stepped up to push back on the other player. The player from the other team swung his leg back and then slammed it into the defender’s shin, causing him to cripple to the ground, while the other player took a (successful) shot on the goal.

“That can’t be legal,” I said. “He straight up kicked him!”

“And just like that you’re more competent than the referee we had last night,” Seokmin said. “But just wait, it gets worse.”

He skipped even further, near the end of the second half, where one of our players was about to get a shot on the other team's goal, when he was taken off his feet by the other team, a shoulder slammed into his chest. He hit the ground and didn’t move for a few scary seconds.

“Oh my god, is he okay?” I turned to Seokmin.

“He is doing surprisingly amazing, all things considered,” Seokmin said. “It looks a lot worse than it was. He didn’t even have any lasting bruises.”

I frowned. “I thought soccer was supposed to be a noncontact sport.”

“I mean there technically is some contact since there’s no actual barriers between us,” Seokmin said. “But stuff like that is totally illegal.”

“Has anything like that ever happened to you?”

Seokmin grinned. “Of course! This one time this guy got mad at me for scoring on him, so in the next play he literally just swung at my head. In high school, this guy tried to body slam me like what happened to Chan the other night, and bounced off of me.”

“You’re a little too excited about all of this,” I said. I glanced at him, scanning his body for bruises or vestiges of being beaten up. There wasn’t anything other than a few bruises on his legs. Not for the first time, I noticed how muscular his arms were, even though he was sitting relaxed.

“Are you done staring?” Seokmin asked.

I turned back to the screen immediately, resting my cheek on my hand and hoping he didn’t notice how red I was for the second time today. “I wasn’t staring,” I mumbled. I didn’t even convince myself.

Seokmin had the decency to move on, restarting the video from the beginning to actually analyze it. It was funny to watch him study the videos, especially compared to when we studied for class together. He was scribbling down notes, pausing and rewinding, actually paying attention. My plans for the study session mainly included scrolling on my phone, but I found myself watching over his shoulder, trying to decipher his notes.

“What are you doing?” He asked without looking up.

I shrugged. “Anything but my homework.”

He paused the match, sitting back from his laptop to study me for a moment. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I really don’t,” I said, curling up in my chair.

“Okay,” Seokmin said. He handed me the drink I had forgotten, staring at me until I took another sip. “Would you rather listen to boring soccer analysis?”

“Please.”

I wandered around the bakery, stepping up to the glass and studying each of my possible choices. It was my first time trying to win against Seokmin, and I was just realizing how difficult it was. Between the multitudes of choices and my limited knowledge of Seokmin’s tastes, I would be lucky to find something that he liked.

How had Seokmin learned my tastes? We’d gone to the cafe together for our first couple study sessions, but even if he’d been paying attention to what I’d ordered, he hadn’t ever brought me the same drink twice, and had never brought me either of the drinks I’d ordered those days. Yet he also hadn’t ever gotten me anything I disliked.

I decided I had to choose between the lemon tart and the giant macarons. I stood at the glass, studying each of them, trying to taste each of them in my mind, wishing I’d paid more attention to what Seokmin ate the last time we came here. I finally chose the lemon tart when I realized the cashier wasn’t asking if I’d decided yet because she was being nice, but because I was holding up the line.

I held it up to the sun as I walked toward the library, deciding I had made the right choice. Maybe it was the food coloring, but the bright yellow somehow reminded me of Seokmin. There was something about him that I couldn’t name, but I blamed it as the reason that I started thinking of him every time something made me smile.

I got to the room first, checking in with the librarians who were starting to recognize me. For over a month I had been meeting with Seokmin in the study room, and since it was such an awkward time, at nine in the morning, reserving the room was rarely necessary.

I settled in, opening my laptop and skimming the assignment list. The first part of our project was due in a couple days, and while we’d been good at staying on task in the first few study sessions, the productivity had decreased with each one. I ended up watching the game with Seokmin the entire hour last week.

Seokmin had lifting at the ugly hours of the morning and then an 8 am right after, so it wasn’t uncommon that he was late. What made me suspicious was that he had never once been on time when he was bringing me something.

As I expected, he walked in at 9:07, with a bakery container in hand. He sat down across from me, eyeing the box I held.

“Last chance to back out,” he said. “Are you sure you’re ready for war?”

I tried to keep a straight face but I couldn’t handle the full strength of his smile, crumbling and letting my own smile win. “Are you ready?”

“On the count of three?”

I nodded and he counted down. On three, we both flipped our containers around, and burst into laughter. In Seokmin’s box was a bright yellow lemon tart.

I slid mine across the table to him as he did the same. “For the record, I bought it first, so I think it’s a win for me,” I said. I cut a small piece away with the spoon that he’d also brought, taking a bite of the breakfast dessert.

Seokmin smiled. “I’m actually not the biggest fan of lemon,” he said. I stopped chewing. “I hate to turn down a gift, but I really don’t usually eat this. If only there was someone who loved lemon so much they’d eat two lemon tarts for breakfast.”

I glared at him. There was no way I was going to accept the second tart. “You’re lying. Who doesn’t like lemon?”

“Lemon in things is fine! But lemon flavored dessert? I don’t want my desserts to attack me,” he said. “Lemon is always so strong.”

I shrugged, pushing away the tarts, not wanting to look at the evidence of my embarrassing defeat. “We actually need to be productive today. The first assignment for the project is due this weekend, but we should probably get it done now since you have a tournament this weekend.”

I looked up to find Seokmin staring at me.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“Did you look up my schedule?”

“No! Well, I mean yes, but only to see what days you were busy,” I said.

“You should come to a game,” he said. It wasn’t the first time he’d invited me. On the first day of class, he introduced himself and told everyone to come to a game. At the first study session he told me again, but each time it felt more like an obligation to represent the team rather than an actual invitation.

Not like now, where he was watching me, clearly expecting a response.

“I’ll have to look at my schedule,” I mumbled, turning back to my computer.

“Come to a game, it’ll be fun, I promise!” I glanced up to see his lips pressed together in a pout.

“I think maybe I might be free on Saturday,” I said. “I’ll see if I can come to one of the games then.”

I thought Seokmin was about to hug me with how excited he was, literally cheering despite the fact that it was nine in the morning. He slid his chair closer to mine, bringing the lemon tarts next to my computer.

“Now, how do you feel about double breakfast?”

“There’s no way I’m going to eat the gift I got for you,” I said. “And I was serious about the project, we need to get it done unless you want to be working on it between games.”

“You’re going to let a perfectly good pastry go to waste because of pride?” Seokmin sighed. “I thought you cared about my feelings more than that.”

“Can you stop being dramatic and work on the project?” I elbowed him in the side, then regretted it when I remembered that he probably had bruises from someone doing the same thing only ten times more aggressively. “Sorry, that was dumb.”

“It’s okay.” Seokmin’s smile could have made a dead man smile. “You can make it up to me by eating this tart.”

Saturday morning came and I woke up feeling strange. Maybe it was because I couldn’t fall asleep the night before, tossing and turning, overthinking going to the game. I hadn’t seen Seokmin since class on Thursday, where he continued to gloat about his tart victory (I caved and ate the second one only because the class was environmental science and I didn’t want to contribute to food waste). I had gotten used to seeing Seokmin on Tuesdays and Thursdays for our study sessions and then class later in the day, but why did I find myself now counting down until I saw him again?

I laid in bed for a few minutes trying to determine if my stomach felt strange because of the tacos I made the night before or if it was just nerves. When I sat up, I immediately sprinted to the bathroom, barely making it before throwing up everything I ate the night before.

I curled up on the bathroom floor, leaning against the toilet. It was definitely not nerves. After thirty minutes of a horrible mixture of dry heaving and throwing up, I crawled back into bed, head pounding, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up.

My sleep was restless, and the second time I woke up was marginally better. My stomach was already sore from throwing up and my body felt like it had been hit by a truck, but at I didn’t feel nauseous anymore. I checked the time and cursed when I realized I had already missed the first game. There was no way I could leave bed; thinking about crossing the apartment to get a glass of water was a herculean feat. I still found myself trying to work up the motivation to sit up.

I sent Seokmin a quick text in apology. I didn’t expect a response, but a couple minutes later, he wrote back.

seokmin! (group project): dont worry about it!!!! feel better <3 and drink lots of water and try to get some rest! :))

I felt even worse that he was being so nice about it. Or maybe I just wanted to see him. I pouted, until I remembered that our university livestreamed the games. The next game was supposed to start in a couple minutes, which made me wonder if Seokmin had been texting me when he shouldn’t have been.

When I pulled up the livestream link, they had just finished warmups, both teams spreading out on opposite sides of the field in a line as the announcers went over the lineup for both teams. I didn��t realize how many formalities the sport entailed. I guess I didn’t really know that much about sports in general, since no one in my family had any interest in them. My friends convinced me to go to a football game once in high school, but majority of the appeal for students was pregaming and partying, neither of which enticed me. It ended up being a boring, uneventful night, and our team didn’t even win.

According to Seokmin, our soccer team was having an unprecedented season, with only one loss (that he said was because the referees made terrible calls). He said something about having really good defense, and this freshman who was incredible. The real reason, apparently, was that some major drama had finally been resolved last year. He didn’t elaborate any further, and I had the feeling I shouldn’t push him on it.

When the lineups were over, they spread out across the field. I could see some pattern with how they were arranged, the teams almost reflecting each other. I picked out Seokmin surprisingly easily. The way he held himself was different, shoulders back, relaxed. It helped that he was clearly joking around with another of the players, getting pushed to the side as the timer counted down to the start of the game.

As soon as the game started, he changed. He still looked relaxed, but there was a seriousness to him that I only ever saw when he was doing something related to soccer. I mostly followed the ball, watching as Seokmin weaved between players of either team, sometimes with the ball, passing it back and forth with another of his teammates. They went back and forth many times, sometimes we had the ball, sometimes the other team, neither of them scoring, until Seokmin and one of his teammates were passing the ball back and forth, moving down towards the other side of the field. Seokmin gave a hard kick to one of the players that was ahead of him, who danced around one of the other teams defenders then swung back and sent the ball perfectly into the other team's goal.

Seokmin threw his arms into the air and even though there was no audio, I could hear his cheer, sprinting to the other player who made the goal and wrapping him in a hug that lifted the smaller boy off his feet for a couple seconds. I realized at some point I had started grinning.

There were only a few minutes left in the first half. I found myself captivated by the game as one of our players got the ball from the other team before they could try to kick it into our goal, sending it halfway across the field to where Seokmin was waiting. There weren’t very many of the other team back that far, and Seokmin and another teammate passed the ball back and forth and moved down the field with ease. This time it was Seokmin who got a shot off. I held my breath as the other goalie made a dive for the ball, but he was a little too slow and the ball made it past him.

Seokmin broke into a cheer again, half the team tackling him. They reorganized quickly, only a few seconds of the first half remaining. Once the timer ran out, they were chaos again, hugging Seokmin and the other player who scored, not letting them collapse onto the bench until they’d all given him a high five or smacked his back.

I fully intended on watching the second half, but until it started, I figured I could let my eyes rest.

The next thing I knew, I woke up to my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I mumbled, answering without checking the caller ID, my eyes barely open.

“Hey, what’s your address?”

“Seokmin?” I frowned. Everything in my head felt a little sticky.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No,” I mumbled.

“Are you sure?”

“I mean, you woke me up, but it’s fine,” I said. I wondered if I was really awake or if I was dreaming. It felt like I was dreaming.

Seokmin sighed through the phone. “I really didn’t mean to disturb your rest, though I got a little worried when you didn’t answer my texts.”

That’s sweet, I thought. At least I thought it was in my head, until Seokmin laughed.

“Now, what’s your address?” He asked.

“You can’t come here!” I said. “I’ll get you sick!”

“If I promise not to come without your explicit permission, will you give me your address?”

I was too tired to argue with him, so I just gave him my address.

“Thank you,” he said. “You should get some rest, but I’m going to call you again later, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, trying to remember why I was awake.

“Sweet dreams,” was the last thing I heard before drifting off back to sleep.

When I woke for the fourth and final time that day, it was not to his phone call, but the doorbell. I dragged myself out of bed, surprised that I felt stable walking to the door. When I opened it, there was no one there, but a delivery bag was sitting on my placemat. I brought it inside, setting it on the table. On the receipt, it said Name: Lee Seokmin. I frowned.

The phone call hadn’t been a dream? I dug through the blankets in my bed, finally finding my phone completely dead. I plugged it in, waiting for it to turn on. There were ten messages from him and two missed calls. I immediately felt guilty, opening the messages to find everything from are you okay? to if you don’t answer the next time i call i’m calling 911.

me: i’m sorry! my phone died!!!

seokmin! (group project): YOURE ALIVE

seokmin! (group project): i wasn’t joking about calling 911 btw

me: you’re kinda dramatic

seokmin! (group project): says the one that almost died

me: i’m fine!! it was just some food poisoning i think

seokmin! (group project): did you get the food???

I opened the bag to find a bowl of soup, the broth still warm, ready to be poured into the noodles and vegetables.

me: i did, thank you!!! you really didn’t have to do this though!

seokmin! (group project): you think i’m going to take it easy on you just because your sick?

seokmin! (group project): THIS IS WAR!

me: you’re*

seokmin! (group project): im blocking you

I grinned, pouring the soup and feeling better by the second.

me: fine you win today but i’m still not giving up

seokmin! (group project): it’s like 7-0 are you sure?

me: shut up

me: also!!!! you did so good today!!

seokmin! (group project): i thought u were sick??

me: i watched the livestream!

me: actually it was like.. half of it, i kinda fell asleep. that’s why my phone died

me: BUT I SAW YOU SCORE!

seokmin! (group project): i feel honored, no one has ever watched me on their deathbed

me: does this mean we’re tied????

seokmin! (group project): … only because i’m worried you’ll pass out from shock if i say no

me: i’m feeling fine now!!!!

seokmin! (group project): eat the soup and be happy that you tied today

me: <3333333

I set my phone down, taking another bite of the soup. Yet again, Seokmin was able to order me something I loved, despite never actually going out to eat with me. He must have been some kind of secret mind reader.

I pulled my knees to my chest, thinking about him. He was nice, too nice, like a cupcake topped with too much frosting that made me giddy with a sugar high. I pulled up the picture of him from our athletics page, grinning in his soccer uniform. The other players had serious faces, or smiles that were clearly for the camera. Only Seokmin was grinning as if he’d just told a joke and was waiting for everyone else to laugh. Just looking at him smiling was enough to make me smile.

Oh no. I quickly closed out of the picture, tossing my phone back down, but it was too late. Maybe it was the post-sickness exhaustion and when I woke up I would realize how silly I was being. Or maybe the post-sickness exhaustion was enough to finally make me admit my feelings to myself.

I liked Seokmin.

I was definitely not nervous. I sat in the study room, determined not to tap my fingers, or bounce my leg, or do anything that might indicate that I was nervous because I was most definitely not nervous. It was just a study session, a regular study session, and nothing had changed, there had been no life changing revelations whatsoever.

Seokmin arrived exactly at 9, for the first time ever. Despite how I felt while waiting, as soon as he walked through the door I was at ease. Maybe it was his smile, which enveloped me like a hug, or maybe it was just him, but I couldn’t help looking at him and feeling like everything was… right.

“Good morning!” He said, setting down a hot drink in front of me. Even though it was early October, most days it was still warm out, and definitely not cool enough to warrant hot drinks.

I slid my drink to him in a defensive maneuver. It wasn’t my best move, since it was the same iced coffee he’d ordered when we went to the cafe the first time we met, but at least I was guaranteed he would like it.

He raised his eyebrow but accepted the drink, sliding the steaming cup towards me. “It’s ginger lemon tea,” he said. “It might not be the tastiest, but you were sick.” He was seriously the sweetest person I had ever met.

“Thank you,” I said. “Though I told you it was just food poisoning and I’m fine now.”

He shrugged. “Sentimental caring, I think that means I win yet again. I didn’t even have to use my cheat card. I thought this was supposed to be hard.”

He might have gotten me with the teasing before, but I had come prepared today. He paused at my smile as I dug through my backpack, pulling out my most prized possession. My copy of Pride and Prejudice, with nearly ten years worth of annotations and notes, half the pages covered in sticky notes. I set it on the table in front of him.

“Pride and Prejudice?” He read the title. “Is that based on Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?”

I started to laugh, before I realized he wasn’t joking. “Seokmin, that movie is based on the book.”

“That makes so much more sense,” he said. “I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it.”

“You’ve never heard of Pride and Prejudice?”

“I mean, I watched the zombie movie. It was pretty good, actually,” Seokmin said.

I wasn’t sure how to respond for a long moment. Seokmin picked up the book, glancing at the sticky notes.

“It’s my annotated copy,” I said. “I got it for my tenth birthday and I’ve read it at least once a year ever since. It just never gets old- like every time I read it I get something new. It’s been foundational for how I think about myself and romance and what I want in a partner.”

Seokmin paused. “And what is that?”

“Well, you should read it and see what you think,” I said, laughing at his groan. “You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?”

He picked up the book again, and I didn’t miss how gently he flipped through the pages, turning them one by one without damaging the pages or my notes. Maybe this wasn’t the right gift for him. I thought about it and realized I had never actually seen him reading a book. Maybe this was too much pushing myself onto him, forcing him into something that I liked.

“I will read this entire book if you watch Pride and Prejudice and Zombies with me right now,” he said, setting it down. “Cover to cover, every word, every little scribble.”

“It doesn’t work like that! It’s a gift, I’m not forcing you to read it!”

“I want to read it,” Seokmin said. “I just also need you to watch the movie.”

“We’re in a study room.”

“We can always do other things.” He winked and I turned to my backpack, digging through to find my laptop.

“We should work on the project,” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“Come on,” he said, tugging on the sleeve of my jacket. “We just turned in part of the project, we don’t have to do work.”

“Technically we could study,” I said. I watched him pout out of the corner of my eye, fingers still playing with the fabric of my jacket.

“Fine,” I said. “Just for today.” Seokmin cheered and I wondered if that was what he sounded like when they scored a goal. I had already promised him I would go to the next game that I could, but I realized that I really wanted to know what he sounded like.

“You won’t regret it, I promise, it’s actually a good movie!”

“Does this mean I win today”? I smiled, confident in my victory. I settled back in my chair as Seokmin pulled up the movie. He turned to his backpack, and I thought he was just getting his charger for his laptop, but when he turned to face me, he held something in his fist. He gestured for me to hold out my hand. When I did, he opened his fist, dropping a tiny, beaded bracelet into my hand.

“It’s handmade,” he said. “Not by me, because I suck at this. My teammate was making them because he may or may not be dating someone, it’s weirdly unclear, but I begged him to make one for you too, but don’t worry I picked out the colors, so I contributed!”

I stared at it in my hand, alternating yellow and white beads with a smiley face and some flowers interspersed in between and right in the middle, a bigger white bead that had a giant black heart in the middle. It doesn’t mean anything, I told myself over and over and over again.

“You don’t have to wear it or anything,” Seokmin said. “I don’t want you to think of it as a burden or anything, and if you don’t like it-”

“I love it,” I said, slipping it onto my wrist and flashing him a smile that he returned in an instant.

“Really?” He asked, the smile somehow translating to his voice.

I nodded, running my fingers over the beads. “Really.”

“That looks like another win for Seokmin,” he said, ignoring how I gaped at him and turning back to turn on the movie.

I couldn’t stay upset at him for long, especially not when I looked at my wrist. I still couldn’t decide what his intentions were; sometimes I was sure that he was flirting but then I would wonder if it was just wishful thinking. A bracelet like this was cute but he hadn’t even made it and for all I knew he didn’t realize how giving jewelry as a gift could be considered flirting. Maybe I was being the weird one for overthinking this gift. Besides, he was an athlete, he was probably just really competitive.

I ran my fingers over the beads and came to a decision. Overthinking it wasn’t going to solve anything. I had no way of knowing unless I asked Seokmin, but until I was ready for that, I was just going to have to settle for living somewhere in between.

I relaxed in the chair a little, letting my head rest on his shoulder lightly at first, then completely when he leaned into me, sliding our chairs a little closer together. I glanced at my wrist and this time I smiled.

“You have to admit that it was a good movie,” Seokmin said. For the first time, we walked into the library together. We had run into each other in the cafe and ordered while staring each other down. We agreed to call it a draw for the day.

“I will admit that it was better than I expected,” I said. It wasn’t technically true, I had actually rather enjoyed the movie, but I wasn’t going to let him win so easily, especially not when I had yet to win a battle in this war.

“You enjoyed it, I saw you smiling,” he said. He held the door for me as we entered the library.

I shook my head. “I was just happy we weren’t studying.” We reached the librarian desk and I asked for our regular room.

“Sorry,” the woman said. “All the rooms are booked.”

“Seriously? It’s nine in the morning!”

She shrugged. “It’s midterm season.”

I turned to Seokmin after thanking her. We stepped away, but the library was packed, study groups very loudly not studying, people with headphones that clearly didn’t want to be disturbed, and everything in between. I realized I had taken our beloved little study room for granted as I looked at the chaos that was the rest of the library.

“Do you want to study here?” Seokmin asked. I could tell he was as excited by this idea as I was. I shook my head and we walked back out together. I would have suggested we study outside, but the weather had decided to be aware it was fall, and I was shivering through all of my layers.

We walked toward the science building since they had just redone it and the chairs were the only ones on campus that were under ten years old. Seokmin was a few inches away from me but the distance felt like miles, especially in this cold. I didn’t think he noticed, but halfway across the quad he was pulling off his jacket, offering it to me.

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked.

“Athletes run hot blooded.” He stuck it over my arms but because of my backpack, he had to do it backwards. I instantly felt warmer, the heat from his body still clinging to the fabric. I caught a whiff of his laundry detergent, a scent I couldn’t name but smelled distinctly clean, as he pulled the jacket as high up as he could. He stepped away in his T-shirt, but I caught a glimpse of the bare skin of his arms.

“I can see your goosebumps, let’s go inside,” I said, grabbing his hand through the sleeve that had been a little too long for my arms and tugging him down the path. I didn’t let go of his hand until we arrived at the science building and even then I was reluctant to see his hand drop from mine. We warmed up quickly in the heat and I handed him his jacket back.

“Hang onto it,” he insisted. “It can be my gift for today.”

I hoped I didn’t show any signs of the sinking heart I felt on the inside. “Well now I’m definitely not taking it.”

“Well neither am i.” He folded his arms. “Besides, it looks better on you.” He turned away, walking up the stairs and I had no choice but to follow, jacket in my arms. My heart was doing acrobatics as I tried not to overthink the compliment. He was just trying to get me to take the jacket.

We finally found a secluded room in a corner that said ‘Silent Room,’ but was barely big enough for two people and had a door, so we figured we wouldn’t bother anyone by talking. It was filled with old chemistry books that had so much dust I doubted they’d ever been touched. I sat next to Seokmin on the tiny bench, just barely not touching. I pulled out my laptop, trying very hard not to think about how if I leaned just a tiny bit to the side, I’d be brushing against his arm.

I groaned when my reminders popped up, laying my head on the table.

“What’s wrong,” he asked.

“My mistakes are coming back to bite me in the ass,” I said. “Can’t I just drop out?”

“Do you want to vent or do you want actual advice?” He asked. I turned to look at him, my cheek pressing against the wood.

“I want to never write this essay.”

He laughed and patted my head a couple times, distracting me for a moment by making my heart flutter. “I think you chose the wrong major for that.”

“It’s not essay writing in general,” I explained, sitting up and sighing. “It’s this essay that I don’t want to write.”

“Does this have anything to do with your lack of motivation to do work last week?”

I pulled my lips together in a pout. “Why do you have to be so perceptive?”

“It’s one of my charms,” he said with a smile that quickly faded, brow furrowing, eyes trained on me. He was… worried? “Do you want to talk about it today?”

“Not really,” I said. “But it’s sort of due tomorrow.”

“Have you started it?”

I shook my head.

“Do I want to know how long it is?”

“Probably not.”

“Should we even be studying today? Shouldn’t you work on your essay?”

I shook my head. “The whole point of studying is that I get to do something productive while avoiding my problems.”

“That doesn’t sound right, but I’ve worked out instead of doing my homework, so I don’t think I can really argue with you,” Seokmin said. “But seriously, is it hard? Is it a research paper or something?”

“No, it’s a personal reflection.”

“Aren’t those usually really easy? Like, you can just sort of write whatever, they can’t dock points because you’re weird.”

“It’s more about actually writing it.” He looked confused, so I added, “The prompt is about who you want to be, and I don’t know, it’s like most of the time I don’t really know the answer to that, it’s hard enough to know who I am now, and I don’t really particularly want to have an identity crisis for an essay that’s for a 100 level class, you know?

“Sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve to be here, like my application got switched or something and I’m not actually qualified to be here and I know it’s sort of dumb, and sometimes I really feel like I’m doing well, but writing an essay that asks me to think about my future sort of feels like torture.” I was staring at the wood of the table, the places where people had scribbled onto the desk curse words, doodles, their lovers names (and a lot of dicks).

“Just write about that, then,” Seokmin said. I raised my head to meet his eyes and he was serious. “Write about your indecisiveness, how you don’t know what you want, and all of that fun existential stuff.” I chewed on my lip, contemplating his suggestion. It would probably work, and definitely would be easier than trying to actually think of an answer to the prompt.

“It would work, right?” Seokmin asked and I realized I’d been quiet for too long.

I nodded slowly. “Probably.” I paused. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “You were kind of overthinking the whole thing, I think. Like, I know it’s scary to think about the future, but I don’t think your professor expects a full on step by step plan from a 19 year old either. Also.” He paused, as if he wasn’t sure he should continue. “Yn, you are incredibly smart. Don’t ever think that you don’t belong.”

“Thank you,” I said, voice barely louder than a whisper.

“I meant it,” he said, dropping his head, as if he just remembered to be shy. “Hey, if you write the essay about that, does that mean I win today?”

“Is it all just a competition to you?” I asked before I could stop myself. I frowned at him. I had already said it, I might as well commit. “Seokmin, I don’t get you.”

“Yn-”

“I have to write the essay,” I said, grabbing my bag and stuffing my laptop into it. I ran away before he could say anything else. I shivered in the cold as I left the building, not sure if I was hoping he would chase after me or he would leave me alone. I realized I was still holding his jacket but there was no way I was going back now. I held it against my chest, wondering what I had just done.

It wasn’t fair of me to blow up on him like that, but I was tired of this back and forth. Every time I was sure he was flirting, he brought up the competition and I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. I knew that when I was with him he made everything feel like it was going to be okay. I was now beginning to realize how much it would hurt if he didn’t feel the same way.

I fiddled with the jacket, running my fingers over the embroidered Lee Seokmin #10. I had to work up all of my courage to get up on Saturday morning and drag myself to the soccer field. Despite the fact that I hadn’t spoken to Seokmin since that morning and I had ignored his texts and calls since, I had promised to go to the game. I wasn’t going to break that promise, not because of the competition, but because it was a promise.

I sat in the bleachers, tugging his jacket tighter on my shoulders. I had brought it with every intention of giving it back, but it was a lot colder than I expected, and I found myself wrapping it around my shoulders a couple minutes after sitting down.

It was an early game, so there weren’t many people in the stands. Most of them were bundled up and huddled together against the wind. I sat alone, wishing I’d invited a friend. The problem was, the person I wanted to invite the most was on the field.

There was a bunch of cheering from my side as they announced the lineup, and I realized half of the school’s volleyball team was in the bleachers. I supposed teams supporting each other probably wasn’t uncommon. I was the last to know whether this was abnormal or not.

I didn’t know enough about soccer to really know what was going on. As the game started, I followed the excitement of the crowd, which had perked up a little at the volleyball team’s cheering. It was fun to watch, and it would have been better than when I watched the livestream if it wasn’t so cold. I was shaking by the end of the first half, though jumping up and cheering when they scored a goal had helped a little. If they just kept scoring goals, maybe I would stay warm.

The second half was more intense, the other team trying hard to score as our team scored again, and then again. They finally got a goal in during the last ten minutes, but it was too late, and the final score was 3-1.

The cowardly part of me wanted to run away as soon as the game was over but I had been avoiding him for too long, and it was too late because he was sprinting across the field as soon as they were done shaking hands, waving at me. I took a deep breath. There was no escape now. I stepped down from the bleachers, meeting him at the fence that came up to my waist.

“Hi,” I said, wishing I could be a little more confident.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” He didn’t seem upset, glancing at my shivering.

“I-”

“Seokmin!” One of his teammates shouted. “Let’s go!” The rest of the team was grouped together at their bench with the coach in some post game meeting.

“Wait for me,” he said. “Please.” Then he sprinted across the field, making it fast enough that I was impressed. I rubbed my fingers together, trying to make sure the circulation didn’t die, then made sure my toes were still intact. How did the weather change so quickly?

The meeting was only a couple minutes long but I lost Seokmin in the throng of soccer players. It was even harder to pick him out when I realized they had all pulled on layers over their jerseys. He was halfway across the field, bag bouncing on his shoulder, before I realized it was him.

I should have been more nervous, but mostly I was too cold to let it affect me anymore. I had spent enough time running from my feelings anyways.

“Thanks for waiting,” he said when he reached me. It was painfully quiet for a moment. I fought the urge to reach out and brush the hair out of his eyes.

“I need to apologize,” I said at the same time he said, “I have something to tell you.”

It was weird for things to be awkward between us.

“You go first,” he said.

I took a deep breath. “I owe you an apology. Just let me finish, please,” I said when he opened his mouth to interrupt. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you, at least not without telling you why. I also have been avoiding you for the past couple days, which I feel bad about also. The thing is, I realized that I realized something and once I realized I couldn’t ignore it, and then I started overthinking and I ended up lashing out on you, which isn’t fair. I’m really sorry about that.

“I really like you, Seokmin,” I said. “When I’m around you… I’m happy.” It felt weak to say ‘happy,’ but I couldn’t think of any other way to express how when I was around him it felt like I would never stop smiling, like if I had him by my side for the rest of my life, no matter what happened I would be able to handle it. He made me dream of the future when the future terrified me.

“I know the competition was a joke, but I think it made me realize how sweet you are and I’m sorry for getting upset that you were just being nice when I wanted more.” Once it was out loud, I felt better, like I could at least stand up tall.

Seokmin was smiling, but he was always smiling. He rested his hands on top of mine over the fence, warmth seeping through to my fingers immediately.

“Your fingers are freezing,” he said.

“Well I promised someone I’d sit outside in the freezing cold for him,” I said. He slid his hands to wrap them around my fingers, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs, the warmth spreading to my whole body.

“Is it my turn?”

I nodded.

“I really like you, too,” he said. “I tried to use the silly competition to flirt, but I don’t think I did a very good job.”

“Really?” I whispered.

Seokmin laughed at me. “Really.”

I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, quickly pulling away. Seokmin took a moment to react, face frozen before breaking into his sunshine smile.

“Your lips are freezing,” he said.

“I’m freezing,” I said. He pulled me closer, hugging me over the fence, and even though he smelled a little bit like sweat, it was the best hug of my life. I only let go so that he could hop the fence, immediately lacing his fingers back with mine.

“I was going to give this back to you,” I said, pulling on the jacket with my free hand.

“I meant what I said, it looks better on you.” He pulled the hood up, pulling on the strings so that my face could only be seen through a tiny hole then laughed how I must have looked. He caught my other hand, lifting it so that the jacket fell back and he could see the bracelet that still sat on my wrist. I didn’t miss his nod of approval. I leaned into his shoulder as we walked, marveling at how much warmth he had, not just on the outside, but how just by holding his hand, I was unfreezing from the inside out. He was my own personal sun.

“Seokmin?”

“What is it?”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too.”

#🌟 stars galaxy #svt reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt #seventeen #lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #dk #dk x reader #dokyeom #dokyeom x reader #soccer boys!

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raspberrylix · 6 months

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(some) KnB characters and their favorite kpop acts

After seeing a post by @imalwaysinconfusion, I could not stop thinking about the characters and the type of music they would listen to, as music is very cool and event more important to me as knb. But then my recent expertise lies mainly in kpop so this the post. All credits for the idea go to them, hope me doing this is okay :] Most of these are based on vibes and vibes alone

Akashi Seijūrō

(Honestly I’m having a hard time with him, so many signals and yet nothing I could understand, great start)

BIBI

Day6

Midorima Shintarō

Shinee + gg (taemin bias)

Him and Kise have a similar taste but it’d say Midorima is more chill (but don’t come across him on twt during yet another fanwar)

Kise Ryōta

Loona

Itzy

NewJeans

Jeon Somi (when I think of fast forward, I see Kise, why is that?)

He’s either the most nicest person you can meet at the concert or he won’t be afraid to drop kick someone from being a bg stan, the line is very thin

Aomine Daiki

Ateez(!!!)

MonstaX

P1Harmony

Stray Kids (with this I’m really not sure, but he’d love megaverse and side effects for sure)

Murasakibara Atsuchi

Xdinary Heroes

Ateez (Mura would love FOB -> mingi loves FOB -> I love both ATZ and FOB with mingi being my bias-> dots are connected)

Either Woodz or Gaho or both but both of those might be too light for him

Dreamcatcher (feels like Himuro’s influence)

Kuroko Tetsuya

Day6 (wonpil bias, won’t elaborate)

DPR, DPR LIVE in particular

Hoody

Dean, heavy on him

Kagami Taiga

Stray Kids

iKON

bold shot, but somehow, I feel like he would like BlackPink a lot

epik high

Woodz

Kiyoshi Teppei

Seventeen

GOT7

Red Velvet, heavy on Red Velvet

T-ARA, KARA

TEEN TOP, B.A.P, Block B, VIXX, basically all the best from early-mid 3rd gen

he's the chill type and would get along with everyone, despite their music taste and would try to learn about one's favorite artists, if he doesn't know them. he also misses how back in the day idols would interact between groups

Hyūga Junpei

Kard

SuperM

Cheetah

Rolling Quartz <3

he just likes badass people, dunno

Izuki Shun, aka a man with perfect taste

DPR IAN

J-hope

BIBI

Jamie (!)

Koganei Shinji

Xikers, definitely xikers

Billlie

5th gen stan for sure

Takao Kazunari

NCT all units

Riize (maybe)

SM gg

Basically I see him as a huge SM stan

Sakurai Ryō

Lucy

Onewe

AKMU

Himuro Tatsuya

The Rose

Tablo

Woodz

Dreamcatcher

Aida Riko

Yezi

AleXa

G-(i)dle

Mamamoo

(i just think she's very cool and would love cool woman of kpop)

Momoi Statsuki

Nmixx

TXT

enhypen

Oriwara Shigehiro

NCT dream

Riize, big fan of riize, totally has mastered play a guitar move

was this post just me assigning my own favorite artists to these characters, thus making a situation where they had to be my bffs? mayhaps. but i had a lot of fun

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hi!! i just read your skz reaction abt their s/o being insecure abt their body,, and i was wondering if you could do that same thing for piwon??

!!P1harmony reaction!!

Your insecure about your body

Warnings:: talking about body types and insecurities, the hyung line are the only smutish ones (obviously I'm not crazy)

Genre::fingering, doggy style (theo) blow job (jiung) oral f/receive (intak) hickeys (soul)

A/N:: sorry theos is rlly personal 😭 I have a hideous birthmark on my lower back and I've been insecure about it since I was like 5. I've grown out of the insecurity for the most part but it just went along with the fanfic too good. And once again sorry some are longer than others I'm trying not to be biased but sometimes the stories change the length of the one-shot ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

⭐️KEEHO⭐️

(Body hair)

You sat on the side of the pool with a summer hat, sunglasses, and a cover-up that hid your entire body. Not a single speck of skin could be seen from a considerable distance. Keeho in the pool swam over to you and put his arms up on the side of the pool.

"Why did you come if you're not gonna swim?" Keeho asked half genuine half teasing. You scowled at him. "Oh is it that time of the month?" He asked genuinely in a low voice.

"No," you shook your head and took off your sunglasses. The bright summer sun lit up Keehos face.

"What is it? If your shy there's no need to be. It's just me and the members," he put a hand to your thigh and you bit the inside of your lip.

"The party was just so sudden I didn't have time to shave," you explained as you looked at the water. You looked back at keeho to see his eyebrow raised.

"I get that you're insecure about that...but c'mon baby, you know no one here cares, and even I have body hair pretty much everywhere," he explained as he gestured to his body. He hopped up on the side of the pool with you.

"But your a man," you explained and you could see Keehos blood boil at your words.

"Listen. I don't give two flying French fucks if you have body hair, man or woman. It's natural okay?" He explained and you finally heard him out. He put his hand around your waist before leaning in to kiss you. Soul then sprayed Keeho with a water gun. Keeho shot a glare at him before turning back to you. "If you don't want to swim that is okay. But me and all the member would love for you to join us," he smiled before getting back in the pool and attacking soul.

You thought carefully about Keeho's words and caved in. You took off your hat and cover-up and set it on a bench on the deck. You jumped in the pool with a splash and Keeho smiled at you from the other side of the pool while drowning Soul.

🌹THEO🌹

(Body hair, scars, acne, birthmark)

Theo looked at you with a small grin as you panted on the bed, tired from your past orgasm. Theo sat beside you playing with your hair with his fingers that were not covered in your arousal. "Hey baby, I had an idea," he said in a soft, low voice. You look up at him waiting for him to continue. "How about we try a new position? Doggy style?" He proposes with a light smile. You are just about to say yes before stopping yourself. He'd see your back the whole time and your back is not a pretty sight. Lots of hair and pimples plus the worst of all an ugly hairy birthmark.

"Sure just let me get my shirt," you said leaning for your shirt on the end of the bed. Theo grabbed your wrist.

"Why?" He looked at you with a serious expression but his eyes were soft and twinkling.

"Uhm..." you had to quickly come up with an excuse on the spot. "People say it makes it more pleasurable," you lied with pink cheeks. Theo raised his eyebrow at you.

"What's the real reason?" He asked with a light smirk, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"Fine, I'm insecure about my back," you explained looking at his hand. Theo was taken aback. He let go of your hand but you didn't reach for your shirt.

"Why? Is it because of that birthmark?" He asked in an unimpressed tone. You nodded and Taeyang sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care," he pulled you onto his lap. "All I care about is hearing your desperate moans as I pound into you," he whispers in your ear and the butterflies in your stomach fly down south. "Harder Theo ~" he says mimicking your voice in a whisper. "The way you beg for me and my cock. You're just so obsessed with how good I make you feel~" Theo continues to whisper in your ear and your face turns red. "So what will it be? Will you let your insecurities win and I don't get to fuck you up, or you let me win and I make you see stars~?"

🍪JIUNG🍪

(Glasses)

You finally had Jiung right where you wanted him. On the bed, his back against the headrest, and his dick standing straight up. You wrapped your hand around his length and looked up at him. One of his eyes squinted shut as he looked down at you. You thought for a moment.

You wanted to give him a blow job but your glasses would get in the way, they're so big and would slip off your face if you bobbed your head but you also want to see Jiungs face and reactions. Jiung noticed your thinking face and patted your head drawing your attention. "Something wrong baby?" He asked in a sweet voice.

"I don't like my glasses. They're ugly and get in the way. I can't even give you a blowjob," you sigh and put your hand to your chin. Jiung chuckles before gently tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

"Your glasses are adorable," Jiung smiled. "And don't worry about going too fast so your glasses slip off. It's fine, take a nice pace, and don't worry about me, I'm sure it'll feel good," Jiung smiles with his eyes. You think before smiling back at him. He always knows just what to say to make you feel better. "Plus when I cum it won't get in your eyes," Jiung laughs and you slip your lips over his tip. Jiung whimpers and covers his mouth. "Fuck that's good," he smirks.

🍓INTAK🍓

(Going down on you but you say no bc u didn't shave)

Intak pouts at you when you refuse. "Please~ you always like it so much when I eat you out why are you saying no all of the sudden?" He asks with doe eyes. "Are you on your period?" He asks as he looks between your legs at your underwear to see if there's a string or pad.

"No!" You laugh and close your legs.

"Then what wrong?" He asked sincerely, looking up at you eagerly.

"It's just...I didn't shave there yet. I was going to yesterday but I ran out of time and-" you explained but Intak cut you off.

"How many times do I have to explain I don't care! If anything I like it better when you don't shave. I get to bury my face in your little pussy," he said with a smile as if he was talking about puppies or something cute. You blush and shake your head.

"But isn't it uncomfortable?" You look away and close your legs. Intak sighs before opening your legs again.

"No, now let me eat you out~!" He whined and you finally complied. You kept your legs open as he slid off your panties. He did as he said and buried his face into your folds, attacking your clit. You arched your back and grab his hair. He pulled back and smiled. "See it's not all that bad," he smirked.

🎀SOUL🎀

(Lips/mouth)

There's no doubt that you probably have the most innocent and cute-looking boyfriend ever but he doesn't always act like that with the girl he is head over heels for. He was lying on top of you as you played animal crossing on your switch. He noticed your low-cut shirt, his cheeks dusted pink. He hesitantly leaned down and kissed your chest, leaving a small purple hickey. You whimper very softly and looked down at him.

"What are you doing?" You whisper. You don't want his parents to hear during your first visit to his house. Instead of replying, he kissed your neck, sucking on your skin hard. You whimpered softly and sat down your switch. You put your hand on his head, feeling his soft blue and blond hair. "Shota..." you said softly as your face grew hot.

Soul grinned as he backed away from your neck. He leaned into your lips and you planned on just giving him a peck on the lips but he wanted more. He tried to turn it into a make out session but you put your hands on his chest and pull away. Soul instantly apologizes.

"I'm sorry did I take it too far?" He says softly with sympathetic eyes. You held your fingertips to your lips. You shake your head.

"No, it's just..." you look at him and he seems curious as to what you'll say. "I'm just kinda insecure about my lips and my kissing abilities," you chuckle and Soul tilts his head.

"How are you insecure? Like I mean your lips are plump and..." he blushes as he stares at your lips, "and I mean skill level doesn't matter, it's just how you feel," he smiles and you can't help but giggle at his innocence.

"My lips are always chapped and I often forget to brush my teeth and tongue," you explain and soul chuckles.

"My teeth are far from perfect either," he smiles and shows his crooked teeth. "And my lips are always cracking," he explains as he runs his fingers along his lips. "But I still give you hickeys with these teeth and I still kiss you with my lips," he smiles. "Because it feels good, it makes me happy," Soul grins as he hugs you. You think for a moment taking in his words. "So, do you want to feel happy or leave it as is?" He asks eagerly.

You kiss his forehead and he blushes. You smile at him before kissing him, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moan softly into the kiss. He then bites your lip and tugs on it before letting go.

"Feels good doesn't it~?"

🍒JONGSEOB🍒

(Flat chest)

Your prepping for a date with your boyfriend. You look at yourself in your mirror and put a lip gloss on your lips. Jongseob quietly opens the door a bit watching you get ready. You have some music playing and you hum along as you put mascara on your lashes and curl them. You start singing along and Jongseob smiles as he admires you and your singing.

You brush your hair one final time before looking at yourself in the mirror. You turn to look at yourself from the side, your chest is still as flat as ever. You sigh and run your hand along your body. You adjusted your bra trying to make your chest appear bigger. Jongseob looked confused and continued to watch you. You put your hands on your hips with a grumble. You put in some bigger pads to your bra to make it look more full but it still doesn't look right. That's when Jongseob knocks on the door and you turn around. His elbow on the door frame as you look at him.

"Can I come in?" He asks as if he wasn't already basically standing in your room. You sigh and nod. He walks in and closes the door. He sits on the edge of your bed. "Do you think I don't notice?" He asks with his arms crossed.

"Well, you're supposed to notice!" You raise your voice but Jongseob is unbothered. "I do it so I seem hotter! To enhance my feminine features, make you like me more, make butterflies in your stomach go wild," you explain but Jongseob continues to go unbothered. You step closer to him. "What do you think all of this is for!?" You grab your concealer and gesture to it aggressively. Once you are finally close enough Jongseob kisses you. You're taken aback and fumble over your feet. Jongseob pulls back from the kiss and looks at you with doe eyes.

"That kiss was for you. Not your make up, not your height, not your hairstyle or color, not for how big or small your ass is, not for your chest, it was for you. My girlfriend," he stated before smiling and you look down at him surprised. "Here, why don't we wash up, change into our pajamas, and cuddle up and watch a movie?" He says as he caresses your cheek. You think for a moment before sighing.

"Your right..." you look at the floor before smiling at him. Jongseob smiles back and you can't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks pretending to be mad.

"Ever since you kissed me my lipsticks been on your lips," you laugh and Jongseob looks at you surprised before wiping his lips. He looks at his hand to see glittery lipgloss and pink lipstick.

"Why didn't you say anything!"

"Because you were being so serious!" You laugh.

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