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angel wasian, she/her. m. list

requests: open!

i will not write smut, pregnancy, male reader

disclaimer i have some trouble writing certain members so i might not write them as much!

reader wears makeup. kind of a continuation of my last cheol drabble

gender neutral reader, slow burn kind of, fluff, implied prince au + implied historical au warnings food requested by @tyongf-sunflower99 i tried to incorporate the prince thing i rly did but it's js implied here SORRYY your summer with a stranger.

the summer you had spent with wen junhui had been a dream like no other, a dream you would never forget, but one you'd find yourself doubting the existence of.

the sun had been shining, the skies blue, and the grass a perfect shade of green. it was almost like a fairytale, though the feeling of the grass on your skin and the beating of your heart reminded you that this was reality. and your heart only beat faster when he came into your sight, wandering through the forest in the distance and eventually into the clearing where you lay. though you were strangers, you felt a sense of intimacy, being the only two people in the clearing. you watched him through your drowsy eyes, slumberous from the hours you had spent under the sun, as he took the view in, and eventually, his eyes met yours. you found yourself awake, taking in the man's face, too enchanted to even think about taking your eyes off of him. it was as if every line, every detail, all the carvings of his face were then forever carved into your mind and heart, to stay with you forever. and though he opened his mouth, no words came out, but it was comfortable. the silence was broken only by the sounds of birds and the sounds of the earth beneath you, and it was serene. you felt the rustle of the grass as he took a seat near you, lying down beneath the sun. it was so natural, for him to be beside you, for your hands to meet each other and your fingers to link with his. it felt like you had a history, like you had loved each other for centuries.

the next day you found yourself on the same path to the clearing, a basket of fruits in one hand, the grass still green and unworn, though there were slight patches that showed junhui was already there. as if he had already known, a blanket was laid beneath him, rocks pinning down the corners to prevent it from flying away. he smiled at you when your eyes met, and you sat on the other end of the blanket, setting down the basket between the two of you. the sun was white and high in the sky, and today the birds were chirping around you, flying above your spot in the clearing and sitting around your blanket. you shared the fruits, which were hand-picked from your backyard garden. when the juice from the apple you were eating fell down your chin, he leaned over to wipe it off with his handkerchief before it reached your skirt. "thank you," you said softly. he smiled and nodded. though you found the silence to be serene, you wondered if he felt the same. throughout your time together, he looked at you as if he wanted to say something, opening his mouth just to close it again, looking at you with widened eyes. but once your basket was empty, the pits of the fruits scattered in the forest by him, you found yourself drifting off with him.

the sun would rise and the sun would set and each day you would find yourself walking to the same clearing, basket in hand, and you would find him waiting for you. the days grew longer and with it came the time you would spend with him. you would hear his voice for the first time when the sky had begun its transition from blue to black, and the stars and moon were shining brighter than their sun. "it's getting late," he'd said, his face flushing. "i should walk you home." "that would be great," you replied, smiling softly. the two of you got up and he held onto your basket for you, walking you through the forest. once you were out of the woods you told him your address and you walked together, the sounds of the countryside calming. and once you reached the door of your family's small cottage, you felt you should have been ashamed of the humble nature of the house, but with him, you didn't feel any shame. with him, you were comfortable, always, even when you were guided only by the moonlight and his footsteps. you felt him watch you as you unlocked the door, waving goodbye to you as you disappeared into the warm light of the house.

the sun was bright as ever the next morning. you found yourself feeling hot even as you prepared sandwiches in your kitchen, the sky still a warm yellow. you walked carefully through the now yellow pathway through the forest, though by now there wasn't much in your way. as the trees got less and less dense, you saw him there in the distance, the same blanket beneath him, a bowl of fruit beside him. it wasn't usual for him to bring any sort of food with him, but you welcomed the gesture nonetheless. you felt like it meant he planned on staying longer today. "hi," you smiled, sitting down on the blanket. "hi," he smiled back. "i don't think i ever told you my name, but i'm junhui." the name sounded familiar to you, for some reason, though you couldn't quite remember why. it didn't matter to you, because, god, his voice was really attractive. you hoped that he'd talk to you more from now on. you introduced yourself back and opened the basket of sandwiches you'd made. "i hope you like them- i wasn't sure what kind of sandwich you liked so i made all the ones i could think of…" you blushed, a little embarrassed at how many you had made. "oh, thank you." he replied, taking a ham and olive sandwich from the basket. "i don't have much of a preference, i just don't like eggplant." you two ate for a while, not talking. "these are really good." he covered his mouth.

you'd come to learn more about him as the days went by. he talked to you more- some days you'd stay until sunrise, talking to each other about everything and nothing.

it was late august, the sun was low in the sky and the stars were beginning to shine. you could see the moon, barely, against the orange sky. "summer's almost over," junhui remarked. "the sun used to set later." "it's only august," you replied. "we still have a month left." "not me," he looked at you suddenly. "i think i love you, yn." "i've been thinking the same." and then he did it. he kissed you- though only long enough for you to remember the feeling of his lips against yours. he pulled away soon after. "i'll walk you home?"

the next day the sky was blue. you'd slept in later than usual, but you assumed junhui had done the same. the grass was green, as were the leaves on the tree, and there were flowers in the grass you'd never noticed before. the day seemed perfect. you'd decided on just fruits today, and you hummed to the sounds of the birds chirping and the bag of cherries and grapes moving around in your basket. the clearing began to come into your view, but junhui didn't. so you sat on a log, afraid of getting grass stains on your clothing, and you waited. he'd slept in, you assumed.

you waited the next day. by the third day, you didn't bring anything in your basket. you'd still wait until sunset. you waited every day, until the middle of september, and he never showed up again.

I actually have a few request if you don't mind! You can choose which one you like the most and maybe in the future do the other ones as well!

The first one is for Hoshi something related to Rock With you era? (I JUST have a weak spot for that man) Something about rider Hoshi sounds pretty inviting to my ears ~

Second one is for Jun, and I was thinking something historical? Like be being some kind of prince and the reader just meets him .

Last one is for Minghao. Maybe something about being a bad boy (I swear I wasn't thinking of him in HOT) or some cute scenarios of him being confident that makes the female reader flustered???

I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE REQUEST it's just the knowing you don't write smut or for male readers made me so comfortable! I hope it's okay and it was clear enough.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening ☆

gn reader, fluff warnings none you and your boyfriend decide to spend your summer together.

minghao would bring his camera with him everywhere. you'd fall in love with him a little bit more every time you saw the bright white flash of his digital, and every once in a while the two of you would lie down together and look through all the photos he had taken- mainly photos of you. he had inspired you to get a camera of your own. when you were at your parent's house for the holidays, you found your old camera from high school and decided to take it back home with you.

winter had ended almost as suddenly as it began. you woke up one day and there was no snow, no chill in the air, and you knew it would be like that for a while. you and minghao went outside more, now that the skies were blue again and the sun was no longer hidden by the clouds. you decided to explore the city together, taking just yourselves and your cameras and your bikes and some cash. together you went everywhere. you went to beaches and forests. rivers hidden by miles of trees, parks and playgrounds in areas that were nearly abandoned. you left the city a couple of times, biking out into the countryside and getting lunch at family-owned diners in the middle of nowhere. every experience was one you would never forget, not just because of the hundreds of photos you would take at each location but because of just how gorgeous the scenery was, how each area was like a secret between you, minghao, and the earth.

gn reader, fluff warnings food mention

warnings death of a loved one genre just angst

notes inspired by heaven is a bedroom by tv girl.. one of my favs rn

the memories you had left of seungcheol made your heart sink, creeping up on you nearly every day, during every ordinary activity. you remembered how his pillows felt like clouds, his bedroom like heaven. you remembered every little thing- his grey and white sheets, his wooden desk with his old mac on it, his red desk chair and his black, circle rug you picked out with him at ikea. you remembered his white walls, and the blue accent wall he had. his bedroom felt like heaven to you, when it was just the two of you lying next to eachother, when it was just him holding you in his arms. you spent your whole senior year with him, and then your college years with him. you remembered the parties, where you would sneak into a hallway and wish he would follow, and how you'd go from low to high once you saw him there, behind you. and you remembered the day before he left for new york, going to his apartment and helping him pack, looking through his old scrapbook and old camera with photos of you, your vacations together. you remembered him giving you your favourite records of his, the ones he didn't have room for. you remembered him kissing you before he left. you told him you'd come with him, that you just had to sort out the ordeal your family was going through. you remembered one of the last times you ever talked- when you were calling on the phone at midnight, and he asked you if you were really coming to new york, or if you just wanted him gone, and you sat there for a few minutes, in silence, in shock. and you remembered the call you got the day after, from your mother, telling you your grandma had passed, and how you felt your world fall apart. how you never moved- you stayed there, never fully getting over it.