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s: There's something about the loud sounds of thunder that you seem to quell oh so easily.
p: yang jungwon x gn!reader
wc: 1.2k
au: teeny bit angst, mainly friendly fluff
cw: snack mention, fear of thunderstorms
a/n: first thing i have posted in literal MONTHS. this is VERY unedited and tbh it's not my best work,,,I'd love to get back into writing so share ur thoughts!!!
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!! a part of the soul symphonies collab hosted by xin of @prettywon !!
Jungwon has never been good with things like storms. It was too dark- too melancholy and dim to deal with the sudden loud sounds of thunder.
“Pick up…” he mumbles almost impatiently, watching the rain slowly descend down the window. His gaze flickers back to the phone screen, and he clicks the speaker button in hopes it does anything to make you answer.
“Hi! You’ve reached _____, well, technically not, but leave a message!” Your voice is scratchy with the poor voicemail quality, but Jungwon pays it no mind- instead, he focuses on the seconds slowly increasing on the screen. The sky outside bursts with a strike of lightning, and the boy jolts before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Hi, _____. It’s Jungwon.” He finally lets out.
His eyes widen in recognition- you probably knew it was him from the contact, and he feels just a bit more dumb doing this.
“I was…I was just wondering if you were awake, it’s not too late right now, and I just want someone to talk to. Or just- just something to distract me.” He exhales slowly, glancing outside before grabbing a blanket and situating his phone on his nightstand. Jungwon stares up at the ceiling, fidgeting with a corner of the fluffy fabric and thinking of anything to talk about.
“I was just hoping you’d pick up-“ His eyes widen. “I don’t mean that you have to pick up all the time, but just to call or something.” He feels like a total idiot with a small grin painting his features.
“There’s a storm right now and you know how I get with that kind of stuff, so maybe I could just ramble it all out?” He runs a nervous hand through his hair. Jungwon had never done anything like this to anyone- hell- barely anyone knew that thunderstorms were his demise and that you were his answer.
“Okay- well, uh, I was thinking about this the other day when I read ‘rolling hills’ for english, and that chapter where the main character finds that friend in the grocery store? It kind of remember me of us- with the whole coffee spills and us not knowing where to go to clean it up.” He pauses to chuckle, delighted at the memory you two shared when you first met each other. “I also hope you’ve been doing okay, with exams and your friends…” Jungwon trails off, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the whole idea of talking to you through a screen. “And in the other chapters- I don’t know if you’ve read yet, but like, that part where he takes his friend to the field of flowers was like that time we had that picnic. I don’t know if you remember any of this, but it just crossed my mind.” Jungwon buries his head into his hands as a distant rumble of thunder sounds, and presses that big red end button.
He texts you, at first it was once, but a few texts later and it’s three message bubbles on his end as he waits for your response. Just as he’s about to text you once more, your icon flashes on the screen and he immediately goes for the green accept button. The crackling of rain and poor phone quality immediately makes Jungwon feel better.
“I’m sorry! I was driving home and was so focused on not crashing that I didn’t see your voicemail. Do you want me to come over?” The boy on the receiving in shakes his head with a small smile blooming on his features.
“Sure.” He says, and it’s all you need to hear.
Jungwon spends 10 long minutes listening to anything to rid himself of the feeling he gets every time the darkened clouds strike down and the sky booms just a bit more. Ten long minutes, and you finally show yourself with a black umbrella and your teddy bear pajama pants. He had always regarded you as a leisurely person; never late to classes but never rushing to get anywhere. Things seemed to work in your favor when it came to timing, and seeing you out of breath with a red bag in your other hand was something new. Jungwon flashes just one more smile at you, and opens the door for you to come in.
You both spend your evenings rewatching old shows, and you finally convince your friend of too many years to watch a few episodes of My Little Pony, to which he falls in love with the characters while simultaneously picking out their flaws. You roll your eyes, reminding Jungwon that My Little Pony is made for seven-year-olds, not almost graduating critics who never had a childhood with the show.
“Jungwon, you should turn on some music.” You comment, laying your head on one of his large plushies. Jungwon nods absentmindedly, and you take the time to connect your phone to his speaker and shuffle your playlist. The storm has reduced to a lighter rain, and it hits the roof loud enough to make a sound, but not loud enough to disturb you from anything.
keshi.
Your friend immediately perks up, looking at the speaker when he hears the first few notes, and back to you.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that.” You shrug lightheartedly. “This song reminds me of you anyways.”
“And how’s that?”
“Just-here. Let me find the lyrics for you.” When you search the song and show him the lyrics on your search engine, he scrolls to catch up with the song, eyes darting across the screen in the same analytical manner that he used to call twilight sparkle unrealistically optimistic.
“Still don’t see how this reminds you of me.” He comments, giving your phone back. You roll your eyes, beginning to read out some of the lines.
“I don’t know how to do this without you. I mean- not really, but like, I know with the whole thunderstorms thing it gets pretty rough for you.” You start, scrolling more to further prove your point. “And that voicemail you sent is like the “hello, you awake right now” part.” Jungwon buries his face into his hands with embarrassment and you laugh. “I’m not making fun of you for being scared of thunderstorms, it just reminds me of you. Plus, less of you is a great song. Keshi went so hard.”
His cheeks must hurt from how often you make him smile, laugh, grin- anything of the sort. He reaches for one of the chip bags and finds another song to put on. It continues on like that for a while- just the two of you singing the lyrics you know and humming the parts you don’t, until the rain stops and you fall asleep to a slow love song in his fluffy blanket.
Jungwon finds solace in you- he smiles at your rambling and laughs at your jokes even in they aren’t funny, and he doesn’t realize the corners of his lips are pulling into a grin until you do the same, and suddenly, you’re laughing at how he's smiling at nothing, when really, he's smiling at you.
the thunderstorms are long gone, but the sound of his heart is pounding in his ears.
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GUYS REN POSTED AFTER LITERALLY 3 MONTHS OF INACTIVITY?!?!??!?! i haven't rlly been into kpop other than jamming it out to their songs and stuff but like it's summer so im hoping to get back on my kpoper shit BHAHHA anyways this is lowkey work vomit jungwon smiles so f wording much but i hope u enjoy this
彡 PAIRING: jake sim x reader (written w/ fem reader in mind but no gender is specified)
彡 SYNOPSIS: jake a shameless conqueror, perhaps. still, neglecting the plea under a gaze of such coruscating eyes along never-ending charming smiles, incontestably come easily to bribe agreement into his sudden ideas.
futhermore, how to ignore such plea when the butterflies being given to you depart further from the ones being handled from his hands?
彡 GENRE: established relationship, pure tooth rooting type of fluff, romance af, jake sim being a cute puppy (like golden retriever) asked you to use hair clips in his long blonde hair then we dive into my long romance rambles.
彡 WORD COUNT: 1.6k
彡 WARNINGS: light mentions of self-image insecurities and a lil suggestive in the end (mentions towards a kiss, but it’s not actually written sorry) but besides that none
彡 A/N: got heavy w/ the descriptions again but at this point is anyone even surprised? few dialogues cuz of that sorry (sort like my >jay< fic) plus it’s my missing jake’s blonde hair hours sooo. anyways, good time reading suffering w/ me? reblogs also are very nice for engagement! and feedback and asks are always always appreciated! <3333 (the gif/cover sucks on app but if u open it looks hella better so open pls🙏)
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“Do I look pretty?”
The inquiry arises particularly unforeseen, a pair of beautiful mahogany eyes trailing along while hosting a natural sparkle of its own; fascinating gleam accompanied by such heartwarming pureness. Head tilting to the side, Jake murmured said words in a low speech that trailed adjacent a whisper, an almost wonder being left behind if it was truly meant to come out as a one, lost in the thin air and hasty as it burst.
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose
“MIND IF I join you?” Hera asked as she stepped out into the huge balcony on the second floor of the rest house, where Erin had been admiring the view by herself.
Erin smiled at her, shaking her head. “Not at all, feel free to join,” she said.
“Is there a reason why you’re out here by yourself?”
The older girl shrugged. “Just felt like it.”
“Nothing to do with… you know who?”
Erin snorted, shaking her head. “You can say his name, it’s fine.”
“I just happened to notice that you and Mark hadn’t acknowledged each other today, yet you both arrived at the same time this morning before we left to go here,” Hera said.
“It’s been like that with us since last year, so I guess I’m kind of used to it.” She let out a sigh, a sad smile on her lips. “But we don’t always ignore each other, you know? We live in the same house, so it’s impossible to just… not talk to each other, even for a bit, but most of the time… yeah,” she added.
“But prior to your official engagement, you two were okay?” Hera asked.
“Well—not really okay okay, but it wasn’t super awkward in our house back then,” she replied. “We argued a lot, since we both didn’t really like our situation, and we were still young, so being mad that we didn’t have a choice was all we could do, but there were good moments. Moments where it was just the two of us.”
Hera noticed how Erin was smiling genuinely as she remembered how her and Mark were back then, her eyes glazed over as she imagined she was back there again. Then, she blinked, shaking her head lightly as she chuckled dryly. “After the engagement became official, that kind of… made things all too real for us, so… uh… well, you can see how we are now, so…” she only shrugged, looking at Hera.
She smiled at Erin, bumping her shoulder to the older girl. “Sorry for asking.”
Erin chuckled. “It’s fine—but enough about me!” She perked, suddenly turning her whole body to face Hera, making the younger look at her with furrowed brows. “I heard you met Hyuck’s dad.”
“I—yeah. Accidentally, too.”
“How do you meet Yohan Lee accidentally?”
Hera was then reminded about the slightly awkward family dinner that she found herself in a week ago, making her shut her eyes and let out a groan.
She heard Erin laugh. “That bad?”
“It wasn’t bad,” Hera said, “it was just weird! I wasn’t really supposed to be there—no one was supposed to be home when we arrived there. Hyuck said they were on a business trip,” she explained.
“Okay, why were you going to their house, anyway?”
“We were supposed to watch a movie together—already had tickets, too—but he remembered he needed to get something from their house, so we went there, and his parents apparently cut their trip short, so, uh… yeah.” She shrugged, chuckling. “Both his parents were there, his mom insisted we stayed to eat dinner, and we never got to watch the movie.”
“And the dinner?”
“Really awkward,” Hera replied. “Don’t get me wrong, they were super nice to me, despite how intimidating they both were, but it just… felt like I was intruding?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if his dad liked me.”
“I’m pretty sure he did.”
The pair turned their heads at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice, seeing him with his arms crossed while leaning on the frame of the entrance to the balcony.
Erin smiled as she looked in between the two. “Ah, I should leave you two alone now,” she said.
“What?” Hera asked, “Why?”
“I want to go on a walk around by myself,” the older girl replied, shrugging. “I’ll be back before dinner time, just text me,” she then added before waving at Hera and walking towards where Donghyuck was standing. “You’re welcome,” she whispered before walking past him, leaving the two alone.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me here?” Hera asked, raising a brow at him.
Donghyuck smiled, letting out a small laugh before he walked towards her, falling to a stop in the spot beside her where Erin had been standing earlier. They were facing different directions, With him leaning his elbows on the railings and looking ahead at the view, while Hera had her back against it, but her eyes were focused on the boy beside her.
“You know, my dad asked about you during Christmas,” he suddenly said, surprising Hera.
“He did?”
“Mhm,” he hummed in response, “Surprised me too, honestly. Most of the time, despite any occasion, he’d only ask about my classes, or my plans in the future.”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted to know if we were dating.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows shot up at his reply. “And what did you say?” she then asked, looking away and crossing her arms as if to show that she wasn’t that curious as to what he said to his father.
(She was very curious.)
“I didn’t really get to answer it.” Hera’s shoulders sagged at that, eliciting a chuckle from him. “He immediately went on to talk before I could—which is typical for him, I guess? Although, this time it wasn’t about med school, or my studies.”
He finally took his eyes off the view ahead of him, turning his head to look at her, instead. “It doesn’t matter much if I decide to be in a relationship with someone, I was old enough to manage my priorities—to know my responsibilities. That’s what he said to me.” He shook his head lightly. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day where my dad would be okay with me adding another… non-medical related… thing in my list of priorities, but here we are.”
Hera laughed at that, while he only smiled at her. “Well, he’s okay with it. Are you?”
He paused, humming as he looked up and rested his chin on his right hand, as if he was giving it a deep thought. “I don’t know. Am I?”
She rolled her eyes, punching his arm playfully. “What did I say about answering questions with another question?”
“Oh—“ he narrowed his eyes at her— “you sounded like a teacher just now.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at him while he only laughed.
It was silent between them after that—a comfortable silence. Hera liked this—being comfortable enough with someone that she felt at ease just spending this moment of calmness with him, no words spoken.
Her eyes found his as she turned to him again.
Since when had they been this close?
She thought about how she had been looking at him for a considerable amount of time, enough for it to seem uncomfortable—but it wasn’t. Her eyes roamed his features, from his brown eyes that she almost found herself lost in, to his cheeks, then to his lips.
Her breath hitched as she looked back at his eyes, and had she been a second late, she would have missed how his own flicked down her lips quickly before meeting her gaze again. Noticing the closing distance between them, she closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but he was quick to pull her towards him, his hand resting on her cheek as if to tell her that this was okay.
“Hey, dinner’s—oh.”
Hera sprung away from Donghyuck at the sound of her best friend’s voice, while he remained in his spot, a flash of disappointment on his face before looking at the entrance of the balcony, where Jaemin was standing with his eyes wide.
“Dinner’s, uh, dinner’s ready,” Jaemin managed to say, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “Chenle said we should all eat together,” he added.
“Right, uh, let’s go.” Hera nodded, making her way towards Jaemin and turning him around, pushing him out the balcony.
Donghyuck watched in amusement, a small smile on his lips before shaking his head and following after them. “Maybe next time,” he mumbled.
likes to remind you: "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
prefers to share his ramen with you when you're watching a show/movie
though he already gets many, he feels the best when you give him compliments on literally anything
mentally notes the little things-- like how you were eyeing something in the store, or when your knee bounces when you're anxious
his reassurance >>>
slows down to your pace when he notices he's walking to fast
# PARK JEONGSEONG
fridge shopping. you like to comment about it like "don't elderly couples do this? are we that old??"
he knows he isn't good with comforting words, so he always rubs your knees when you're crying/in need of comfort
haha the couple drip,, this dude has an absurd amount of money to waste
knows exactly when you want to leave a place, is already at the door he's an empath ong
the type of jealous who is quiet verbally but loud with actions like holding your hand or standing close close
recharges social battery by spending quiet times with you, like reading or just watching the ceiling with locked pinkies
also the type of boyfriend to style your ootd
# JAKE SIM
despite being popular among others, he always makes time for you
finds it incredibly funny when you try saying words in his accent
he love love loves it when you wear his jackets/hats (or just clothes in general)
math tutoring hours after midnight, but its mostly you drawing on his hands
good cop (jake) bad cop (Y/N) duo kinda dynamic, you feel me?
listens to every absurd existential theory you have, and always tries to stay awake when you wake him up just to elaborate your big brainery
bold moments of intimacy; he's always the first to grab your hand or to trace your cheek with his thumb when the moment's right
# PARK SUNGHOON
hahA little tsundere,, acts like he doesn't want something but hints on it extremely often
likes the fact that you not only know him for his impeccable ice skating reputation, but for him-- crappy joke guy, too tall for his own good, and awkward sunghoon
spends 15 minutes in the car with you deciding where to eat, only for you two to end up watching tiktoks on his phone
asks for you to pick your favorite among his several moles
sit on bench in the park and judge others duo + eating a snack probably
the type of guy to have his arm around your shoulder nonchalantly all the time (because he can't bother to care what others think), playing with the ends of your hair
# KIM SUNOO
skin!!!care!!! hours!!! knows every detail about what your skin needs (probiotics, antibiotics, UVA defense, etc.) basically your own dermatologist <3
laughs too hard at inside jokes, to the point where you fall off your chairs and cackle with no noise coming out
SQUISH HIS CHEEKS,, its like mochi hfedhf
often finds himself in your lap, relishing the way you trace his brows or down his nose bridge
finds your smile contagious, which you find contagious, and the cycle goes on and on until your faces hurt from smiling too much at each other
protective sassy (sunoo) and oblivious (Y/N) duo dynamic
(❁´◡`❁) + (ꐦ𝅒_𝅒)
# YANG JUNGWON
walks in room hits you with pillow and walks back out without closing the door
arguing while cuddling
+ bonus if its half-assed retorts because you both just woke up from the biggest nap
pinch his cheeks too,,, bonus if you poke his dimples to tickle him
listens so carefully when you talk about something you're passionate about
ends up buying you something you mentioned literally so long ago randomly
dancing at midnight in the kitchen while waiting for your cookies to bake in the oven
# NISHIMURA RIKI
game nights while sitting too close to each other
lends you his one brain cell when you need it
random outings to the convenience store at midnight for the most absurd excuses
several (maybe too many) failed attempts in making taiyaki
victory dance when he wins a round of mario-kart against you, pulls you up to your feet to join him even though you lost (you don't mind <3)
goes to any extent to cheer you up when you feel down, but always acknowledges the fact that he will always be there for you
shy skin touching when he wants to hold you hand, but ends up grabbing your hand when he becomes impatient
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pairing: bf!yeosang x gn!reader (established-relationship)
genre: fluff // warnings: mentions of food and cursing + not edited
summary: yeosang and his antics to make sure you have a good day & birthday celebration
word count: ~1.9k
note: for @emeraldelysian happy birthday!! I know we haven’t known each other too long but I love talking to you and learning all of the cool things you do!
While this fic is written for my lovely friend, it is still overall a fic that can be enjoyed by anyone! // omg THERES SO MUCH FLUFF IN THIS. I am very soft rn
Yeosang had been counting down the days until it was your birthday! He’s not entirely sure why… Maybe it’s because it’s the first time he’s getting to celebrate it with you.
To you, it’s another day in a year but it is nice to let that fact “wow, I’m another year older now” sit in your mind for a bit. Of course, you didn’t mind if people wanted to celebrate it with you or anything. With the way, your life has become slightly mundane.
Somewhat trivial things such as having a birthday party is one of the last things on your mind. Being focused on surviving your day and taking care of yourself are your top priorities. Along with, of course, maintaining your relationships – especially with your lover Yeosang.
Lee Donghyuck is an absolute sucker for greetings in forms of affection. Whether that be hugs, or kisses, or maybe just a small ‘welcome’, he absolutely loves those.
So, when it comes to the moment where you do not come running up to him with hugs and kisses and lots of love, he’s not exactly that happy.
Instead, you’re still in the room, enveloped in the darkness within. It doesn’t take long for Donghyuck to realize you’re still sleeping. He vaguely remembers your text regarding a nap. That was 4 hours ago.
The small frown on his lips curls up into a slight smirk, and it takes only a few moments for Donghyuck to form yet another fun plan to get you to wake up.
“Oh dear!” He exclaims as he approaches you by the bed, his hands clasped to his chest. “A beautiful princess! And she seems to be under a dark sleeping curse!” Albeit knowing you aren’t listening, he still continues his passionate act, kneeling over your bed with a small smile.
“I wonder how I can wake the dear princess up,” Donghyuck’s knuckles ghost over your cheeks, and he takes a moment to admire your peaceful sleeping state. It’s not often he gets to see you like this, it’s usually you who shakes him awake and announces how you’ve made breakfast for the two of you. It’s nice to see you like this, to see you rest after a hard day.
“I know,” he whispers lightly, just as he leans in to get closer. “Only a true love’s kiss will lift the curse,”
Donghyuck still can’t help but adore the way you shift away from him, the small smile on your lips indicating that the light sensation of Donghyuck’s fingers against your cheeks feeling ticklish. He feels the adoration adds a tenfold as you take his hand in his instead.
Donghyuck’s lips finally make contact with your cheek. It’s soft, oh so gentle, and more than enough to wake you up with all the ticklish sensations.
The first thing you see when you finally wake up is the grinning face of your boyfriend, the first sensation is yet another peck to your cheek, and another stroke to your cheek. “The curse has lifted!” He giggles, before leaning over to kiss you again and again until you’re a laughing mess.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Fear not, my dearest, for I, your knight in shining armour, has lifted the curse and saved you with a kiss!”
You finally catch onto the whole skit, deciding to play along when Donghyuck climbs on the bed and starts jumping around. “You call that a kiss?”
You know Donghyuck instantly knows what you’re really asking for, throwing his head back with laughter, before he drops down next to you and leans back. “Hmm, what are you implying?”
“Be careful, knight in shining armour,” You reach out to clasp a hand to Donghyuck’s cheek, eyes wide with false fear, “for if you don’t properly break the curse, it might just put me to sleep for the rest of my life!”
Without any other words from you, Donghyuck lets out a small snort of laughter, before he sweeps down and catches your lips between his, the smile curled on your lips causing his own lips to smile. The kiss is sweet, and lasts only for a few moments, before Donghyuck pulls away just to laugh out loud.
“Guess what,” You mumble, tugging at his hoodie strings.
“What?”
“The curse was called a cold, we might have to get a few meds.”
note: this is for @neo-shitty’s collab, 24/8! i am so excited to read other’s works! i enjoyed writing this, thank you so much for this opportunity <33
“Shush! We might get kicked out!” The man beside you covers your mouth right away.
Even at this hour, the two of you spend time in the library. Hyunjin sketches random things he sees around or whatever idea pops up in his head, while you—having drawing abilities that are not on the same level as Hyunjin's—read novels and comics on these four walls.
It’s a calming atmosphere for both of you. You satisfy yourself and complete your books-to-read list by reading almost every material here, and Hyunjin gets to pour all of his creativity on paper in peace. Occasionally, you talk about what just happened in the middle of your leisure—like an exciting and breath-taking chapter that flashed right before your eyes or an amazing detail that Hyunjin got to accomplish without scrapping his first attempt on his drawing.
"oh, good heavens. i already told you, i'm not going to attend a date." — "well, that's too bad, seung. 4:30 pm, seoulism cafè. don't be late."
kim seungmin x fem!reader.
— SYNOPSIS ▸ love? ha, ridiculous. funny joke. kim seungmin was shit at love. in fact, he refuses to love because relationships are just absurd to him. "why would you even date someone just to get dumped in the end?" he'd ask. but who knew that a single date could change his entire perspective on this "love" thing, and maybe — just maybe — he'll give love a shot.
— GENRE ▸ written series, romcom, slice of life ?, maybe some angst here and there
— WARNINGS ▸ seungmin could be pretty stupid in fact so stupid that it hurts, minsung is the cause of all this madness, reader is pretty much Whipped and a caffeine addict, cursing (like lots of it if you had to count the amount of curse words and convert it to money then you'd probably be a millionaire by now), bad Attempts at humor. i think that's ... it.
— NOTES ▸ haha. Yeah the moastay in me is definitely showing i got this plot while watching vincenzo i genuinely dont fucking know how or why but Oh well 😭😭😭 i spent so much blood sweat and tears in that damned header HELP anyways i... hope you'll look forward to my series!! fellow skz writers i wish to interact w you and hopefully you'll welcome me w open arms 💓 seungmin fanclub unite
“You have the remaining forty minutes to do your work. If you can’t today, then do so at home because we will be correcting it next monday.”
Your French teacher’s voice travels throughout the classroom when she passes out the worksheets to each student. With her, working in teams is always allowed so your classmates don’t bother asking for permission. Instead, they naturally migrate towards their friends, pushing desks together that create a ruckus that’s unpleasant to your ears.
You’re grateful that you’re seated at the back of the class, with your desk pressed against the window. You’re too focused on watching the tree branches being swayed by the light wind outside to notice the person in front of you turn around in their seat. At least until they tap on your hands that were subconsciously fiddling with your mechanical pencil.
“Hey Y/n,” At this, your head snaps to lock with the person’s gaze and you realize it’s Riki. He’s not necessarily your close friend but the both of you do talk often in classes. If anything, he’s more of an acquaintance. “Can I partner up with you?”
You can’t and don’t find a reason to refuse, so you nod, simultaneously writing down your name on the worksheet. Riki picks up his own that’s left abandoned on his desk and re-adjusts in his seat. You’re not sure why he’s sitting backwards on the chair, but you’re not one to judge.
Even though you’re partnered up, you’re not really working together, per say. It’s more like the both of you are working separately and asking a few questions for clarification here and there.
Sure, why not just work alone then.
But the silent agreement that it’s more fun to work in someone else’s presence settles between you and Riki.
It’s been almost 10 minutes and you haven’t heard anything from Riki since his last question a few minutes ago, nor do you hear his pencil dragging on the document you’re both working on.
And so you flicker your eyes from your worksheet over to Riki, only to find him laying his head on his crossed arms that are propped up on the upper half of your desk. He’s facing the window, where the warm sunlight shines on his face.
It’s almost adorable how much he resembles a cat laying in the sun. Rikis face is peacefully at rest as he basks in the afternoon sun. And you’re jealous of how his skin glows immaculately as he just lays there. Sitting still and looking pretty is something the boy is an expert at, you finally conclude.
“Riki?” You call out quietly. This earns you a muffled hum from the boy whose eyebrows slightly scrunch together at the mention of his name. “Can I touch your hair?”
For a moment, he doesn’t respond. So naturally, you assume that he didn’t hear you or just doesn’t want you touching his hair. However, when he suddenly nods, this prompts you to inch forward and you can only guess that he doesn’t care.
Your fingers start lightly grazing his black bangs, but stop once Riki’s nose scrunches up. So instead, you brush his hair away from his face and he visibly relaxes. You continue playing with his raven hair for a few minutes and you notice his breathing takes a steady pace, indicating that he’s gone back to sleep.
And so you prop your free arm up on your desk, cheek resting against your palm as you smile at the sleeping boy with what others would call endearment. A breathy chuckle unconsciously escapes you when Riki snuggles more into your touch.
On a Friday afternoon, you’re spending your last class of the day doing work with a sleepyhead that looks like a cat when he’s in slumber. Everything is tranquil, and you’re enjoying the moment as it is.
And that’s when you realize, nothing feels better than this.
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pairing: ENHYPEN hyung line x gn!reader (established relationship)
genre: fluff & slice of life // warnings: none // WC:~2.24k
summary: as the title suggests nap time with hyung line!
note: I hope you enjoy this as & that it reminds you that rest is just as important work.
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Heeseung
Nap time with Heeseung is mix of comfort and chaotic-ness. He loves cuddling with you which is no surprise. Something tells me before you two actually nap, he’s probably on his phone playing a game. Trying his best not to disturb you as you give into your tiredness.
Let’s be honest though, he isn’t the best at being quiet for too long. He’s cheering as he passes this level of the game he’s been grinding on for god knows how long. With that being said though, you’ll pat his chest softly as a reminder that he needs to be more quiet. Muttering a sorry to you and goes back to his game.
Did I mention, he loves having you lay on his chest? It makes him feels all warm and that he can protect you from things. A somewhat foolish belief but it helps him feel better. If there’s one thing he can do for you, it’s making sure you get rest when you need it. Y’all are both hard-workers, so it’s quite easy for you two to get so lost in the zone leaving no time to actually sit down & live life.
Before he joins you in dreamland, he’ll pepper your face with kisses. To the best of his ability, he’ll also try to bring the blanket closer to cover you - wanting to make sure you don’t get to cold. Somehow throughout the nap time, you get off of Heeseung’s chest and end up next to him. But whenever he feels like you’re the tiniest bit too far away from him, he brings you in closer.
In the case that he wakes up before you and realizes that it’s now dinnertime. Instead of waking you up gently, Heeseung decides to jump on the bed and shake you awake. Besides at this point in y’all’s relationship, he knows that you’d sleep through the gentle shaking or nudging. He unfortunately has been left with no choice but to wake you up as a child would. Not going to lie though, he sometimes enjoys it.
When your eyes finally flutter open to be met with Heeseung’s eyes glaring at you, you try not to scream. Lightly hitting him and asking what time it is. Only for you to hear what time it is and hitting again with “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?? Now I’m not going to sleep tonight”. This always end up with him shrugging and telling you that he did try. Don’t worry, you end up apologizing as always and Heeseung knows you mean well. Sleeping at night with him is just as easy as it for both of you during nap time. Sure it might take a little longer but before you know it, the sun is already starting to rise when you wake up.
Zhong Chenle has and always will be the best person to be with when passing time. To you, at least.
Like right now, perhaps it was because he payed for your ice cream, or the spot he decided you two would sit on, or maybe you've always knew this little fact since you two were kids.
The ice cream in your hands is cold, although it leaves your fingers wet and slippery, you like the cold sensation. You might have to be careful, though, your mother would freak if she saw your graduation robes smudged with ice cream.
"What?" He asks obliviously, adding onto your amusement.
You only shake your head, "Nothing,"
Chenle shrugs, before diving back down to bite and munch on his ice cream cone. You could buy dozens of these ice creams if you wanted to, with them being so incredibly cheap. Both your parents gave you money, telling you two to go spoil yourselves as they had some meeting to attend to. Of course, in the middle of their own children's graduations.
Chenle shrugs, before diving back down to bite and munch on his ice cream cone. You could buy dozens of these ice creams if you wanted to, with them being so incredibly cheap. Both your parents gave you money, telling you two to go spoil yourselves as they had some meeting to attend to. Of course, in the middle of their own children's graduations.
You don't mind though, not when you have Zhong Chenle by your side to accompany you through it all.
Your mind then drifts off, he's always been there to witness and accompany you through it all. But what about the future? Is he still gonna be there? What if you two grow up, and forget about each other?
You can't help the thoughts that invade your peaceful mind, mixing and stirring to the point where you don't even notice Chenle's gaze on you.
He was gonna ask something about buying more ice cream, when he noticed the way your expression became sour. You're thinking, and it's not that good for thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Chenle asks once more, his hand tugging at your robes alarming you.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing really."
"God, did you really think that was gonna work on me? Now I'm getting too curious, come on, tell me."
There's no way you can escape Zhong Chenle and his nosiness, after all, you've told him about every single problem and event in your life.
Chenle looks… like how he always has. Eyes glazed with curiosity, his lips pursing in a small smile, you remember when he was just a little boy looking at you the exact same way when he had given you a present for each of your birthdays. Of course, you can't leave out his favorite feature, his big head.
You sigh, wiping at the corner of your lips. "I mean… we're basically done. With our childhood. Now we're done with high school and we're gonna start college too, which is fucking crazy now that I think of it."
It really is, you remember when Chenle made a promise with you that if you ever dropped our of high school, he would too, and you two would open a ramen restaurant together. That plan was made in your sophomore years, so it was nothing but a mere dream. Time has passed, and now you're ready to go and study some more in college.
"I just—I don't want to let go of our childhood, you know?"
Chenle understands everything. You might not be able to express it with your words, but just your gaze, the slight waver in your voice, the way you fiddle with your robes, all too familiar to Chenle.
Chenle lifts his hand, only to place it on your shoulder, before he squeezes it reassuringly. "And that's okay, I'll always be there for you, no matter how far I'll be from you."
And you know that as a fact. Your face ripples with relief, a smile curling your lips up. Although you have to leave your childhood behind, it's not like you won't completely forget it.
"Yeah. You'll be there for me."
Suddenly, you find yourself leaning forward, before your arms encircle around Chenle's torso, and you hug him the tightest you ever have in all the years you've known each other. Chenle holds you just as earnestly, smiling into your shoulder.
"We're going to check out the dorms next week right? Are we gonna be living together?"
▪︎Summary: You saw him for the first time the first day of spring. He had started to feel like home to you and then, all of a sudden, he was gone. No one could contact him. A promise to a Cherry Blossom tree and now it feels like seasons have stopped since Yuta left your side.
▪︎Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x reader
▪︎Genres: angst, fluff but it's angsty
▪︎Word count: 2.1k
▪︎Warnings: barely suggestive (I swear nothing explicit.) Please let me know if there's more!
Playlist: Magic Carpet Ride (NCT 127), White Ferrari (Frank Ocean), Movie (Tom Misch), Pansy (Taemin), The Language of Flowers (ZICO)
Hi I'm posting again 👀 This idea has been on my drafts since the very beginning of March so it's good to finally have it out. BIGGEST!!! thanks to fei @doiefy for helping me with this one 💗🌸
1. Mourning bride: Unfortunate attachment - I have lost all
The day spring returns, the morning still feels too cold for your liking. The Sun doesn't shine enough to melt the thin layer of ice covering the streets, the biker outside the coffee shop and the door handle.
It's been two hundred and seventy-four days since you last saw him. Yet your eyes still hope to find him again, right across the street opening the little flower shop in front of your workplace. It's all dark inside, except for the subtle cabinet lights keeping the plants and different flowers warm. No one comes to open early in the morning anymore, since Yuta left.
Everything in this life is part of a great predetermined cycle and makes perfect sense. Flowers are temporary organisms—that is, they develop periodically. After fertilization, some parts of the flower become a fruit, enveloping the seed; others die and fall instead, going back to where they came from. He told you once, that everything was meant to be and end. But you never imagined it would end that soon. So this is a story that only lasts one spring.
A year ago, you saw him for the first time opening his shop as the daylight was barely illuminating the old city buildings. Absolutely no one buys flowers so early in the morning, but you were grateful for the boy across the street silently keeping you company. While you arranged the tables outside and waited for the first regular customers to pick up their coffee orders, he accommodated and watered the plants outside his own shop, before the sun rays would start to hit too strong.
You dream of suddenly lifting your head and catching a glimpse of his healing smile once again, the same one you caught daily every time you accidentally exchanged looks across the frosted street. But he's not there. You asked everyone who worked in the flower shop if they knew anything about him after he left, starting to worry when a week without seeing him passed. They only said he had to gone back to his hometown, that they didn't know where he lived. And no, he didn't have a phone and they didn't know a house phone number either.
2. Pansy (Heart's ease): You occupy my thoughts
Your sketchbook remains the same since he left. The first study that you did together was the flowers of the bouquet you bought for your mother one afternoon after closing the café. You were going to visit your mother and honor her with her favorite flowers, but the truth is, you had been working up the courage for weeks to finally go up and talk to the flower boy.
Yellow tulips were in their glorious springtime display. Hopeless love, he made you write under the sketch he made for you. Yuta told you about the meaning behind your mother's favorites that he learned from a really old book his father gave him. He knew a lot and he loved his job.
The task was not easy, as you need to be extra careful with plants, but he carried it out calmly, choosing each flower carefully and putting them together in a beautiful bouquet. It made sure the selection was unique to each person. His eyes would light up every time he admired his finished work and handed out the flowers to the customers, a warm feeling flooding his chest. You were sure it was his smile that made every plant in the shop bloom.
"Victorians believed yellow tulips literally meant 'there’s sunshine in your smile'," you heard him from behind the big bouquet he was still arranging for your beloved mother. Only his brown hair and his big shiny eyes picked out as he skillfully worked on it. "So there's a brighter meaning behind yellow tulips nowadays."
Seeing the final product in your hands, you knew your mother would've loved Yuta. She grew a big garden in the backyard of your house since you were little, which now you take charge of. It isn't as pretty as you remembered it when she was still with you, but you still put the biggest effort in it as a way to keep her close to you.
She knew tons about plants and their meanings and ways to take care of them. She was as bright as tulips and delicate as a rose. She had the biggest heart and smile, even when she was about to give up forever.
Yuta reminded you of her a lot. The boy radiated an indescribable warmth. He had a potential of significance that was expressed in every word, every kind smile, every subtle touch. Coffee even took on a new meaning when Yuta started waiting for you every night at the café counter, hot cup in hand until you finished your shift and closed the shop together. When you were so tired it showed in your demeanor, he was there, silently cheering on you. His sun-beamed eyes and smile would say it all.
He left numerous empty tea bags with little works of art on them. Yuta painted on any surface that allowed for it and you scolded him for wasting the tea herbs in such a way. Now you can only look at the small framed bags on the wall of the café and miss his chaotic presence. His memory lives on every time someone admires the work and asks who came up with the idea of painting flowers on tea bags. An old dear friend of mine.
"What do you think?"
"I think the Victorians were right," you looked at the tulips in your hands and then at him. "There's sunshine in your smile."
3. Blue Periwinkle: Pleasures of memory
Yuta and you were quick to fill your sketchbook with studies, as the days passed and you only grew closer to each other. Your mother's garden was blooming and shining all over again when he started helping taking care of it on the weekends. Hearty meals and deep naps under the pear tree during spring days would never be the same without Yuta accompanying you.
Comfort, he told you to write under the pear tree drawing on your sketchbook. You were jealous of the warm breeze that unabashedly ruffled his hair. Jealous of the light that filtered through the leaves of the tree and caressed his honeyed skin. You couldn't wait to just touch his lips with yours; become one with him and experience the true calm and comfort you have been longing for so long.
Soon, his expression made you understand. A smile reassuring you the time would come.
"Wait for me," he asked in a whisper. His hand fixed a strand of hair behind your ear and his gentle touch moved to your cheek.
You feared the moment would dissipate if you opened your eyes and looked at him. So you only reached for his hand and took it into yours, giving a heartening grip and a kiss to the back of his palm.
"I will always wait for you."
You waited for him until the end of this first day of spring, too. The last page of your book displays a sketch that you wish you never got to do. Fifteen red roses. You didn't think much about it the night Yuta came knocking on your door with the flowers in hand, since you were tasting his lips for the first time. You can still feel the spark of electricity that he left with each kiss and touch on your skin.
The bed feels too cold even after a year without Yuta. You think you should have gotten used to it at this point. But that last night you swore a promise to the Cherry Blossom that was peeking through your window. As yours and his body were becoming one and your soul was intertwined with his, you promised you didn't want to feel spring ever again if it wasn't with Yuta. The Moon was shining bright and you begged for her to let you love him eternally.
"Cherry Blossoms have a very short lifespan. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall," Yuta carefully explained to you as you copied the image of the tree in your backyard. The flowers were, indeed, starting to fall.
"I wish they lived all year," you sighed, finishing the sketch and writing down its meaning.
You felt his arms wrap you from behind; his naked skin hot in contrast with yours, which remained cool from drawing by the open window. You never wanted the day to come.
"I wish this night could last forever."
His comment aroused a strange and restrictive feeling in your chest. A kind of pain that remains with you until this day and won't let you smell the fragrance of flowers like you used to do so freely. You looked at him through glazed eyes and found nothing but calm and a tender sense of love. And you kissed him as if you knew you were never going to hold him in your arms again.
Now you think, maybe it was meant for you to never see him again. Nonetheless, you still waited for him to reappear, like he did that first day of spring a year ago.
Fifteen red roses.
He once told you people often used roses to communicate things; if you knew the meaning behind the number of flowers, you could decipher the message. You only realized it a few weeks after you saw him for the last time, after he left without explanation besides what his coworkers told you. Leaving you with nothing but his memories in each drawing, in your mother's plants which he took such good care of for ninety-one days, in his cologne that remained on your sheets until you were forced to wash them, and in his blatant apology.
I am so sorry, I beg for your forgiveness.
It was worse than breaking up through a letter.
4. Forget-me-not: This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything
It's the last day of spring once again and you are closing the coffee shop late into the evening. The shifts are getting busier as the days get longer and warmer. But it's good since you get a little more income and finally get to enjoy the summer breeze and the scent of wet soil, since it must be raining somewhere near your little old city.
You quickly get ready before the rain comes so you can be safe at home, but as you messily get on your bike you feel something fall off your bag, realizing you've left it open and your old sketchbook is now in the street, some of its pages scattered all over the place.
You don't know why you have kept it with you for so long since you never drew on it anymore and Yuta doesn’t seem to be ever coming back either. But still you decide to pick it up from the ground the moment you feel the smallest drop of rain touch your skin, fearing that it might damage it further and ruin some of your most precious memories of him you can still have with you.
One last page remains on the ground, the wettest from the raindrops, and you rush to pick it up when you notice that it's one you have never seen before. By looking at it closely, you confirm that it is not a drawing that you made, but that Yuta did. Delicate flowers that you remember he planted a long time ago in your garden, appearing in frothy blue clouds that resemble the sight of the sky. You ask yourself why you never took note of this flower, let alone why you never did with Yuta the very moment he planted it there.
But it seems like he did without you knowing. Tears of frustration roll down your cheeks and water the page in your hands. You haven’t thought of him all day until this moment. And you believed you were finally getting over it.
Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts.
His letter reads at the bottom of the page:
Promise me you will never forget me.
So this is a story that only lasts one spring, and you miss him every other season, especially the ones when the Cherry Blossom outside the window of your cold room won't bloom. He made sure to leave his memory printed in every corner of your life and many promises in the air. And you still wait for him every other spring, for the slightest manifestation that he can be back with you one day.
g: hcs, angst, gn!reader | w: mentions of death | nets + taglist: @neoturtles @kflixnet @k-radio @ficscafe + @soobin-chois
MARK
one-sided love.
you'd loved him the best you could, but it was never enough.
mutual understanding of the situation.
bittersweet goodbyes.
strangers to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to strangers.
reunited in a train to your hometown, but no words are exchanged.
"I'm sorry I couldn't love you enough."
"I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to love you."
RENJUN
best friends to lovers to enemies.
meeting huang renjun was the best decision of your life... and the worst
you couldn't help your feelings, how could you? with someone as kind and as beautiful as huang renjun, you'd think it's impossible to hate him.
renjun had taken the initiative first and asked you out, you couldn't possibly reject
love turned into anger, with how different you both had expected the relationship to be
petty arguments grew more frequent over time
"I was wrong about you, i think about everyone could hate you. just not as much as i do."
"You hating me is the least of my problems."
DONGHYUCK
unsaid confessions.
it was painfully obvious that you both had loved each other, but neither of you could bear to spill those three words.
donghyuck is undeniably jealous when you'd gone out with someone in hopes of abandoning your feelings for him, almost so sure he didn't feel the same way
constant pep talks from mark or jeno, just urging him to tell you but he just. wouldn't.
it's until you'd been long separated, having been in different states when he calls you in the midst of a confusing night
he spills his feelings, holding in the waver in his voice when he finally says those three words
"Hyuck... I-I had no idea. It's so unfair of me to say this right now, but, I love you too."
"No... don't say that. For the sake of you and me."
JAEMIN
right person, wrong time.
loving jaemin was all that you could seem to do, but you had to let go.
jaemin, meeting you again after years, falls for you-- despite knowing you were doing well with your new partner.
jaemin, having woken up at the most ungodly hour, rushes to your place and confesses his love for you in a quiet sob, the sky crying with him.
your heart still aches a bit, but you know better not to run back to him.
on that rainy night, you bring him into your home and help him dry off, lending him your couch to sleep on for the night
"We can still be friends, right?"
"Of course."
JENO
unrequited love.
how could jeno ever possibly love you when you swear everyday you fall even more in love with another?
brushes the situation off
the "it's just a crush, it'll go away" excuse whenever his friends ask him if he's alright
the shoulder you cry/lean on when you're feeling down
confesses on the brink of a meltdown, unwilling to continue hurting for your sake.
"...I had no idea,"
"And don't get any. Let's just pretend this never happened."
CHENLE
'till death do us part.
zhong chenle, your first best friend, your first and last love.
having been the new kid, he was picked on a lot which you'd decided to deal with, picking back on those who'd bother him
though chenle refuses to accept it at times, over time he well realizes you had gone
visits your grave everyday and brings you a bouquet containing every species of flowers, because you'd never had the chance to tell him which were your favorite
talks about his day while leaning on your tombstone because he knows very well you are present with him— sometimes even thinks you hold him everytime he feels a warm and comforting gust of wind
"Don't change, chenle. The world needs people like you. I love you, remember that, okay?"
"No, no, please stay- Y/N. Stay. I love you— I need you to stay."
JISUNG
falling out of love.
it was inevitable, he'd found someone better than you
hides it from you at first, unwilling to reveal that he'd stopped loving and commiting to you
you knew all along, but you'd refused to accept it and thought if you tried harder, he'd love you again
got caught up in a heated argument when he was caught out with them while you were out with your friends
when silence arrives after the commotion, follows acceptance and guilt.
"I hope- no. I know they'll make you happier than I ever did."
"...You made me happy, nonetheless. Thank you."
a/n: saw a man litter today and i picked up his trash in front of him,, then he proceeded to follow a woman but i was staring at him so he stopped at some point 😡😡 ALSO THE DOCTOR STRANGE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AAAAAA
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
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genre: royalty!au, social media au + written au, fluff, angst, humor, e2l?, slow burn
synopsis: in modern day where the country of decelis is governed by a constitutional monarchy, y/n never would have thought that she would get tangled up in the affairs with the king. nevertheless form a contractual marriage with him— each for their own benefit.
warnings: profanity, warnings will be added each chapter when necessary!
note: BASED IN A FICTIONAL COUNTRY KNOWN AS ‘DECELIS’. this smau is kinda like the kdrama the last empress but less illegal stuff going on. also thank you to val and dori for helping me with this plot because i was struggling 😔 this is my first enha smau and i am SUPER excited for this one so ANYWAYS PLEASE ENJOY!!!
genre: angst, slice-of-life, and fluff // warnings: mentions of breakdown, talks of self-doubt, overthinking, general feelings of being & feeling lost, and cursing
summary: One night, Wooyoung is greeted by your crying form and he takes it upon himself to figure out why & how he can help you feel better.
word count: ~2.3k
note: a comfort fic for me and for when the feelings of not knowing where you’re going in life gets the best of you. // inspired by ATEEZ’s song Turbulence + the emotional attachment I have to it.
this fic is unedited so uhm it might be considered “bad writing”
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Most days, you’re simply existing and living life as is. It’s not as horrible as it sounds when you’re pre-occupied with studying, being a university student, and working your part-time job. Usually thinking about what you’re doing and what to do next (not in the long run type of way).
Somehow through the busy schedule you have and clear goals that you’d like to achieve, you find yourself some nights thinking a little too hardly. Questioning if what you’re doing at the moment will bring you to the place where you want to be & if you’re doing enough. Comparison is just so easy to do. Other people who are walking the same path as you career-wise are doing so much more than you.
