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Biases (The Dans): Joshua (The Reigning King Dan), Jongho, I.M., Bang Chan, Changbin, Yuta
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Not a Dan or Bias Wrecker but has plagued my brain so much that I can’t not include him somewhere: Jung Wooyoung
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"love doesn't always arrive with grand gestures. Sometimes it comes tucked inside a box, hidden between you're favourite snacks and a handwritten note that simply says, "I'm here"
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You didn't notice the front door opening, you were curled up beneath your duvet, the room lit only by the soft glow of your bedside lamp. The book in your lap hadn't been read in over half an hour, your thoughts spiralling around, wandering too far away for you to focus on the words.
The past few weeks had been difficult, some mornings, the simple task of getting out of bed felt impossible. Other days, simply answering a text felt like it was draining every ounce of energy you had.
You hadn't told Jongho everything. you didn't have to. He noticed the little things. The way your smile lingered a little less, the untouched mugs of tea scattered around the apartment. The cancelled plans.
The quiet apologises you whispered for things that never needed apologising for.
A gentle knock sounded on your bedroom door. "can I come in?"
You smiled to yourself faintly, "always"
the door opened slowly, jongho stepped inside carrying a large woven basket with both hands. It looked surprisingly heavy. "what...is that?"
He smiled softly, a small shy smile that always seemed reserved just for you. "I made you something"
he carefully set the basket on the bed between you. A cream coloured blanket peeked over the edge, alongside neatly arranged little packages tied with ribbons.
you blinked. "...you made me a hamper?"
he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. "I wasn't sure what would help"
your chest tightened, almost aching in a way. "so... I thought maybe id rather gather a few things that make difficult days a little softer."
You looked down into the basket, your favourite herbal tea, hot chocolate sachets, a candle that smelled like vanilla and rain, a fluffy pair of socks. and a tiny plug penguin that made you laugh the moment you picked it up. "you named him yet?" jongho asked.
"you already named him didnt you?"
"...maybe"
you smiled, "his name is ddori"
"I knew it"
beneath the plush sat your favourite chocolate, a colouring book you'd mentioned months ago, new pencils, lip balm, tissues wrapped with a tiny ribbon, and a handwritten playlist card filled with songs he thought might feel comforting.
tucked between everything was a sealed envelope. "for when today feels especially hard" jongho said softly.
you're fingers trembled as you opened it, inside was a folded letter written in his familiar handwriting.
Hi, love.
If you're reading this, today probably feels heavier than you'd like.
I know I can't take those feelings away.
If I could, I would.
But until the heavy days become lighter, id like to carry a little of the weight with you.
Drink some water if you can.
Eat something small, even if it's only one bite.
Wrap yourself in the blanket.
Hug Ddori for me.
And remember that needing rest doesn't mean you've failed.
I'm proud of you for making it this far.
ill always be proud of you.
Love,
Jongho.
By the time you reached the end, tears blurred the words.
"im sorry" you whispered. He frowned. "What for?"
"for crying" Jongho gently took the letter from your hands before carefully folding it again. "I didn't make this to make you cry"
"I know"
"I made it because I wanted you to have reminders of things that are easy to forget when your mind is being unkind"
He reached into the basket one last time. "oh"
"I almost forgot"
He pulled out a small glass jar, inside were dozens of tiny folded pieces of pastel coloured paper. You looked at him with curiosity. "what's this?"
he smiled. "Open one"
You unfolded the first note.
"you remembered to wake up today"
another.
"I'm proud of you"
another.
"lets order your favourite food tonight:
another.
"this feeling won't last forever"
another.
"come find me. ill make tea"
Your vision blurred again, tears falling down your cheeks. ""there are...so many"
he simply nodded. "one for every day I thought you might need a reminder"
you couldn't stop crying now, not because you felt broken but because someone had loved you so carefully. "so much of this" you whispered. "must have taken forever"
"it did"
"you made all of it?"
"I wanted every part of it to remind you that someone was thinking about you"
You reached for him without another word. Jongho immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as though it were the most natural thing in the world. No rushing, no fixing. Just steady warmth.
"I wish I could make everything easier" he murmured into your hair.
"you already do"
he smiled softly, his hands rubbing against your skin gently. "I can't promise every day will be easy"
"I know"
"but I can promise you'll never have to face the hard ones wondering whether you're loved"
you held him a little tighter, outside the evening sky slowly darkened. Inside your bedroom, surrounded by tea, blankets, handwritten notes, and tiny reminders of hope. something shifted.
The difficult thoughts hadn't disappeared, but they no longer felt like they filled the entire room. Because wherever your eyes landed.
The blanket.
The plush penguin.
The jar of folded notes.
The letter tucked safely back into its envelope.
There was the same quiet message woven into each gift.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
And you never have to carry everything alone.
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BANG CHAN x READER
GENRE: Boyfriend!Chan, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff
WARNINGS: none!, somewhat proofread
WC: 1.5k
A/N: Happy birthday to me! An itty bitty Chan scenario in celebration for me-day woohoo! (this was supposed to be a preluding vignette in the sunlight and daydreams universe but I figured that would be super evil of me so let’s pretend it’s not lmao)
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
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The ocean sings. Waves crashing loud against the rocks, the late afternoon brings forth a beautiful pinkening sky and cool, hair-fluttering breeze.
A little chilly, but you don’t mind. Not when Chan’s grip is warm, fingers cupping yours as your entwined hands swing between the both of you.
Your feet sink in the sand, wet and cold against your bare feet the closer you get to the shore, leaving behind footprints and clinging to your skin.
You really don’t mind, Chan hums a soothing tune as you walk, distracting you from the fact that you’ve left all your belongings back there where you had spent the afternoon lounging under the sun and building sandcastles.
Though the walk is nice. Comforting, and soothing. The sun sinks lower by the minute, the kind that has both of you pause, facing the horizon to take in the glimmering sea that reflects the light like a painting. The kind of sight that has your breath hitch, has you stop, eyes shining as you take in the pink and purple sky, the bright orange sun ready to bid its farewell.
Chan seems to agree, your boyfriend squeezing your hand almost faintly before he mutters the words you would have missed between the sunset, the waves and the winds.
You don’t though, not when Chan looks as if you mean the word, the same shine in his eyes as they meet yours.
“—It would be perfect to propose here.”
You think you would’ve laughed startled at such a random exclamation, would have agreed with such an romantic observation. Yet before you can even giggle at the idea, even agree with him with a hum and a nod, you only turn to find a sight that has you freezing.
Eyes widening and lips parting with shock because he doesn’t even wait for his words to settle, doesn’t tear his gaze away, already dropping down with a widening grin.
Chan kneels. Right there, right before your suddenly frozen form.
He’s on one knee, pants planted over the wet sand, the seafoam left after retreating waves seeping through the material, yet even the dirt and water isn’t enough to keep him from doing what he decided to do.
Everything continues as it was. The sun still on its descent, the waves still crashing against the rocks, rising over sand, the winds still ruffle through his hair, tousling the strands.
Yet nothing remains the same for you, not when his gaze meets yours so warm, so fond. Locked onto you with a lingering softness that shows in the way he fishes out the small box from the depths of his pocket.
Where had he hidden it all day? You’re clueless. Yet he holds it before you, opening with ease, the slight tremble in his hands going unnoticed amidst the sudden emotions that surge through you. Chan holds it out before you. Offering you something you’ve only dreamt of, you can’t help but gasp, eyes flickering to what’s inside.
It’s a glimmering thing, dainty and elegant, the ring glints beautifully against the sunset. And he cradles it in his palms, inhaling deeply as he lets you react. Your hands fly to your mouth, pressing against your lips, as you once again gasp louder. The ocean waves are cold over your feet, wind biting at your skin, yet you feel as if you are burning up.
“I—” Chan begins, clearing his throat, a twinge of nervousness crossing his gaze but the wide smile remains.
“I love you.” He states, softly, loudly, those words coming out as easily as breathing.
His eyes dart over your shocked-still expression, at the misty haze in your own gaze as you finally grasp what is happening.
“‘Is this love?’” He whispered.
A repeat of a question you’ve asked. It’s a familiar question, one that has you break into a breathy and wet scoff-like giggle as you realize exactly what he is referring to, hands falling to your sides, shoulders relaxing as you let him continue.
Let him propose.
“The night after our first date, after I spent the entire after of it distracted by thoughts of you, you sent me that question.” His cheeks dimpled with the way he grinned, watching you exhale with a breathless laugh.
“—Granted, it was a message you accidentally texted to me instead of your friend—immediately followed with ten other messages of you freaking out over it, before threatening me to forget how you just embarrassed yourself.” He recalls with a chuckle, with a fondness and a grin that has you mimic the glee, though the tears now freely slide down your cheeks.
“But how could I have ever forgotten such a question when that same night I decided that I had an answer for it. That seeing your adorable sputtering and your refusal to meet my eyes the next day made me realize that it was love. That you were it for me.” There’s a waver in his voice, a shine in his own eyes as he takes in the beautiful sight that is you.
But he barrels on, as if he has so much to say but not enough time—at least not currently. Not when he has a ring to put on your finger. The recollection of your most precious moments could wait a little.
“I knew I wanted to marry you then. I knew I wanted a full life with you.” He swallows his nervousness, his emotions that threaten to crack in his voice.
You almost whimper shakily, happily, your expression soft and warm and oh-so-touched as his voice drops just a tad bit softer, just a tinge warmer.
“I want more late night adventures, more spontaneous trips, the slow strolls hand-in-hand. I want the growing birthdays to come, the wrinkles and white hair, all the way to the end. Till death do us apart—right after that first date. I want it all with you.”
You swipe the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that pool at your jaw, shuddery breath escaping your lips with a soft sob. Chan kneels patiently, as he continues to make your heart flip, your stomach swoop, your eyes prick with more happy tears.
“I’m sure you know by now how painfully obsessed I am with you.” He too chuckles wetly, his voice slightly shaky, yet dripping with something akin to adoration as he looks up at you, absolutely besotted.
“You already know how deeply I love you, but I’ll say it again. I love you. And I will continue to do so for the rest of my remaining life. Will you—” He stutters just the slightest as he swallows, taking in a nervous breath, his eyes locked onto yours.
“Will you please marry me?”
The waves crash loud, your feet sink into the wet sand, the sunlight is moments away from disappearing, yet you only look at Chan, on his knees, his own teary eyes and that beautiful smile of his that you’re so fond of.
Your boyfriend awaits the answer he should know you would give him almost nervously. And even with the shock and the heart-touching words spoken, you can’t help but laugh almost helplessly. The tears continue to cloud your vision yet even with blurred sight you know exactly where to find your most special person, lunging forward you can’t help but wrap your arms around him, falling onto your own knees.
Chan wobbles just the slightest at the impact but he holds you firmly, pressed right against him.
“Yes. Yesyesyes.” Your voice is half-choked, half a whisper as you tug him closer into your embrace.
Chan’s own voice cracks as he laughs against you, arm wrapping tight around you as he inhales your scent.
“Thank you. I love you so so much.” He pulls away, just enough to gaze into your eyes, lashes wet from his tears, yet his smile remains.
“Give me your hand.” He whispers.
You don’t wait another second, your hand trembling between the both of your kneeling bodies as Chan looks down to pluck the ring out, box forgotten over the sand.
It slips on easily, cool against your skin, yet even that doesn’t last long, not when his hands cup your fingers in his, engulfing you in his warmth.
“You won’t regret it, I swear—”
As much as you want to hear more of his heartfelt promises, you can’t help but want to disappear in his embrace, melt into his arms. Squeeze into his chest, and make yourself home. You lean in to capture his lips, kissing him and swallowing his promises. And he easily allows you to do so.
Melt into his embrace, disappear in his arms.
Kissing you in that slow, careful kind of way. The one where his fingers sit just right below your jaw, cradling your face as if you’re the most delicate thing he has. And you can’t help the sigh that leaves you, the way you pull him close and allow the thought to settle.
So this is love.
He squeezes you a tinge bit tighter, kisses you just a tad bit harder, his mouth hot against yours.
And how sweet it was.
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note: Hello! i also hope you enjoy this San version! I'm actually planning on something else which i think might also take some time but i'm VERY excited about it because its a little different than the ones I've already posted.
note: okay, the last photo is during the early days of the relationship lol please please enjoy them!!!
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I Do
(All pictures belong to the rightful owner found these on Pinterest)
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Oneshot
I.N x reader
Summary: "now you may kiss the bride"
Warnings: none
Word count: 635
Playlist: photobook by stray kids
Master list: here
Author notes: thank you so much for the request. I loved writing this one.
Jeongin knew her since school. He never talked to her much. During his pre-debut days he would see her a lot more. She worked at a small restaurant near the place he lived. So everyday after practice he would go there to eat. He soon got to know lots about her. He even secretly started to date her. He knew dating was banned for the first few years of his career. Once the ban was lifted he told everyone he had a girlfriend.
Y/n and Jeongin dated five years before he finally proposed. Of course she said yes. At this time his group was blowing up, so he was always busy. This left y/n to plan the wedding by herself a lot of the time. She wanted the wedding to happen later when Jeongin wasn't so busy. Jeongin wanted sooner so he can finally be married to the one he loved.
The wedding ended up being planned one and a half years later. It was a stressful day for the two. Y/n was getting ready while Jeongin made sure everything was the way y/n wanted. Making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to do.
Y/n was in her room. She was pacing around. She started to panic. She thought maybe this was a bad idea. Why would he want to marry her? Thankfully Jeongin mom was there trying to calm her down. “I understand the stress. You think what if they stop loving you. But y/n he does truly love you. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't sure. He broke rules in the company he works with just so he can be with you. So deep breaths and let's finish your makeup” y/n took a deep breath. Sitting down she let everyone finish getting her ready.
Jeongin stood down the aisle waiting to see his soon to be wife. He was nervous. Chan behind him kept rubbing his back to help him keep calm. When the music started to play Jeongin's heart stopped for a second. Y/n was right in front of him. She was beautiful. Tears welded up in his eyes. He wasn't expecting to cry but the overwhelming feeling of this came over him. He always thought she was beautiful but something about seeing her in a wedding dress was so different.
He held out his hand for her to take. He felt so lucky to be marrying the girl he knew since he was a teenager. His own vows were stuck in his throat. He had so many emotions that it was hard to get out.
“Do you take Jeongin, to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part.” y/n eyes held so much love in them “I Do” her words were shaking. “Do you take y/n, to be your lawfully wedded Wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part” Jeongin looked at y/n a smile on his face. His cheeks were covered in tears. “I Do a 100 times” y/n smiled at his words. “You may kiss the bride” Jeongin didn't take a second more. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in. He kissed her hard, dipping her back a little. She giggled in the kiss. Her hands held his face. Pulling away the two just smiled at each other. “You're stuck with me now,” he whispered to her. “I wouldn't change it for the world.” She kissed him again.
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warnings: use of “y/n”, use of “baby” kind of cringey cute lol
a/n: this was in my notes for a while and kinda rushed to finish so it’s not my fav but i thought it was rly cute lollll enjoy :)) also not proof read and not perfect grammar!!
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it was one of those rare evenings. chan had the day off and he was home.. well he was supposed to be. you and chan had been together for about 2 years and you had dealt with his busy schedule because you loved him and knew how much it meant to him. the day started off with chan going to workout and you had made breakfast for when he got back but you got a call from him.
“baby.. they called me in. i have to re record some things-“ he started. the rest you didn’t hear much of since your eyes watered and your heart felt heavy. this wasn’t anything new.. but it still hurt every time. honestly the last few months you’ve had maybe one or two days together.
“i’m sorry y/n. i love you.” he says over the phone. you look over at the table you set up and wipe a tear that fell down your cheek.
“love you.” you mumble. you hang up and set your phone down as you clean up the table. you had cleared your schedule and called off work like you always did for his days off so you had nothing to do. you laid on the couch in your pjs and watched boring movies and crying randomly thinking about the fact that you never could see your boyfriend.
the day dragged on and it was night time- almost midnight. you had fallen asleep on the couch curled up under the blanket. the front door opened and you woke up feeling the couch dip slightly. your eyes fluttered open and there was chan. your lips were puffy and eyes kind of red from crying. he moved the hair out of your face as he leaned in hugging you tightly.
“i’m so sorry” he said into your hair. you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him back, immediately feeling comfort. he kissed your head before he pulled back. “i wanna do something tonight.. can you get dressed?” he asked softly.
still kinda sleepy you just nod softly and stand up heading to the room. you sigh softly running a hand through your hair as you picked out some jeans and a tanktop that had a lace trim with a zip up jacket and your converse. you stepped into the bathroom and just did some light makeup and brushed your hair you hear chan come in and he appears in the mirror behind you. you smile softly as his arms snake around your waist. he kisses your neck softly.
“you ready?” he mumbled against your neck. your ears turn red and you nod. he smiles as he leaves the bathroom heading to the door. you sprayed some perfume and followed after him shutting the door, both of you headed to the parking garage.
it was pretty late so you didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi. you got in his car passenger side and let out a soft breath. he got in drivers side and started the car immediately. he seemed kind of nervous.
“where are we going?” you ask quietly. he pulls out of the parking garage. he smiles softly as he glances at you
“it’s a surprise” he says as he intertwines his hand into yours and you smile softly shaking your head.
he drives for a good 30 minutes, soft music playing and his hand resting on your thigh like it belonged there- before he turns down a road you didn’t recognize. you glance at him.
“okay so.. i haven’t taken anyone here before.. uhm..” he says with a slight shake to his voice. “when i was a trainee, i obviously was away from home and family- i didn’t really have anyone before i found the members so at night i would sneak out of the dorm and i found this spot.” he says quietly as he parks the car. you look out the window and it was a open field. it was dark and away from the bright city lights. you look back at him.
“chris.. are you sure you’re okay taking me he-“
“yes y/n.. i want to share this with you” he says as he gets out of the car and opens your door holding a hand out. you take it and step out and take in a deep breath of the fresh air.
“you didn’t have to do all this” you say your cheeks turning a soft pink. he smiles as he passes you walking to the field.
“come on” he says. you shake your head as you follow behind him. there was no trees, just grass and the dirt road. you glance up as you walk and your heart skips as you see all the stars. living in korea the lights from the city made it almost impossible to see the stars. you look closer and you see some lights down the hill and you look at chan.
“what is that??” you ask confused. he walks behind you and covers your eyes. you laugh with him as you slowly step and his hand finds your waist.
“just keep walking, i got you baby.” he say softly next to your ear. you have the biggest smile on your face as you keep walking before he stops. he pulls his hand back and you eyes adjust to the fairy lights that were on the ground. there was a blanket and a small picnic basket with a bouquet of flowers. you hand covered your mouth as you look at chan and your eyes water as you hug him tightly.
“chris this is too much i-“ you start to say but he pulls back and presses his lips to yours softly as he wipes away your tear that had escaped.
“y/n.. i wanted to make up to you for just.. all the times i couldn’t be there and how you’ve always stayed by my side supporting me and my dreams. i never want you to think i take that for granted.. and i love you so so much.” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles at you. you sniffle and hug him again tightly. his arms bear hug you back. “i got your favorite snacks and figure we can just watch the stars and snack and just.. be together.” he says softly against your hair. you smile and pull back as you nod and you both sit down next to each other.
the rest of the night was filled with giggles and jokes and laughs. he would point up and tell you about the certain stars and constellations that were up in the sky. eventually you had both laid down.. you on his chest as his arm was around you.
“i love you” you whisper softly as you moved closer to him and closed your eyes.
“i love you more” he said barely above a whisper as you both fell asleep soundly.
You and Jongho had agreed to keep it quiet at first.
It wasn’t that you were ashamed far from it. But Jongho was still so shy, still getting used to letting people see how soft he really was behind that strong, quiet exterior. You’d wanted to keep this sweet, precious thing just for the two of you for a little while longer: the quiet dates, the gentle touches, the way he’d lean down and whisper how much he adored you when no one else was looking. No one had guessed. Not the members, not your friends, not a single soul.
Until the lock screen.
You were sitting in the practice room waiting for them to finish, phone resting face‑up on your lap while you watched Jongho sing. Wooyoung bounded over, curious as ever, and reached for your phone when you weren’t looking.
“Hey, what’s your lock screen?!”
He stopped mid‑sentence. Then he gasped. Loud enough to make everyone turn.
It was a candid shot you’d taken only last week: Jongho laughing, eyes crinkling shut, head tilted back, your hand resting lightly on his arm. The most open, happy anyone had ever seen him.
“Is that — is that Jongho?!” Wooyoung practically yelled, holding the phone up like he’d found treasure.
The whole room went quiet. Jongho froze mid‑note, his face turning bright red all the way up to the tips of his ears. Seonghwa leaned over to look, Yunho grinned so wide his eyes crinkled, and Hongjoong just shook his head, smiling like he’d known all along.
You felt your own face burn hot. You reached for your phone, but Wooyoung was already bouncing over to Jongho, shoving the screen in his face.
“You two are dating?! And you didn’t tell us?!”
Jongho looked at you, wide‑eyed and flustered, then ran a hand through his hair and let out a nervous laugh. He walked over slowly, sat down right beside you, and laced his fingers through yours where everyone could see.
“We… we wanted to keep it private for a bit,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand tight. “But yeah. We’re together.” He glanced at you, voice softening so only you could really hear: “And I’m glad they know now. I don’t want to hide how happy you make me.”
The room erupted in cheers. Wooyoung whooped, Mingi clapped Jongho on the back, and San gave you both a warm, knowing smile.
Later, when things had calmed down and you were walking home together, Jongho pulled you gently against his side.
“Sorry your lock screen got us caught,” he said, but he was smiling.
You shook your head and leaned into him. “I’m not sorry. I’d show everyone how much I love you every single chance I get.”
He stopped walking, turned to you, and kissed your forehead gently.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’m never letting go now.”
