Kfictional diaries

genres angst, supernatural, thriller, horror? aus spirit!yang jungwon x male reader word count to be determined content warnings blood, death, murder, screaming, crying, specific descriptions of Jungwon’s death, grief, depression symptoms, insomnia, hallucinations, flashbacks, anxiety, moderate cursing, just a lot of drama a/n THIS IS FAKE ITS FOR A FIC DONT FREAK OUT

A/N:: the article below the cut is completely, entirely, 100% FAKE! i wrote it specifically for this fic, and this site is the only place it will be written.

title “little tease”

wong yukhei x m!reader | suggestive | 1200 words (yes thats an exact number i have proof

a/n i won’t name names but i’m in a couple of networks that sometimes mistitle their reblogs of my fics, so i’m gonna start putting the title twice to avoid confusion! (god that sounds brainless but idk how else to say it???)

cw kissing, making out, physical contact, teasing kinda

you let your weight fall with gravity, absentmindedly falling backward a bit until your back hit the wall. your eyes nearly went out of focus as you scrolled distractedly through tiktok, paying so little attention to your surroundings that when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you, you genuinely jumped about a foot in the air and let out a startled, uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp followed by the most precious, scared little squeak.

yukhei grinned, putting his hands on the wall on either side of you. you were trapped now, trapped between your lover and the wall, yet you weren’t the slightest bit concerned with how this might play out.

“awh, did i scare you, baby?” he cooed at you, giggling and leaning in to leave a peck on your nose. you giggled too, pouting and shoving him playfully backward with enough force that he ended up on his back on the edge of the bed. you looked at him and sniggered again, your heart feeling warm and soft as you saw his cute, soft little smile.

he was just too adorable.

I just stumbled upon your talented writing and I wanted to request a Yeonjun x mr with cuddly mornings

Is it okay with you sexy handsome funny smart cute man ?

:o yes that's okay with me baby 🥺🥺

morning cuddles ; with: yeonjun !

choi yeonjun x male!reader | fluff | 171 words

cw -

yeonjun yawned quietly, stretching his arms and legs. you mumbled and grumbled in your sleep, turning over onto your side. yeonjun looked over at your sleeping form, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as your arm flopped over his chest, keeping him from getting up.

"such a cute, precious boyfriend i have..." he thought out loud.

"mmmnh..." you grumped indignantly, pouting at him with a sleepy, newly awakened grumpy expression on your face.

yeonjun giggled. "am i wrong, though? you're adorable."

"i don't agree." you pouted. "i look hideous in the mornings, i'm not cute."

"that's not why i said you're cute!" yeonjun defended himself, looking genuinely offended that you should say such a thing.

"well then why??" you fought back.

"i said you're cute because you act like someone that's cute!" yeonjun said, giggling and pulling you into a hug. "you're a very cute boy, and i'm lucky that i decided to date such a very cute boy."

"awww." you said, giving up and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend.

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choi yeonjun x male reader | fluff, suggestive | words

a/n this is gonna be my new format for drabbles and timestamps yall! <3

cw kissing, light makeout session, light cursing, sort of(??) suggestive language at the end, food? candy isnt really a food?? i dont think so anyways-

you flopped back into the pillows with a mighty puff of air. a colossal yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your arms and legs as far as they would go without you hurting yourself.

you looked over at your pretty boyfriend, yeonjun. 

i wonder if he’ll share his candy with his boyfriend… you thought. 

“hey junnie?” you asked in a cute voice, turning over and poking his cheek with the cutest little pout you could muster. 

“yeah, love?” yeonjun replied, turning and looking directly into your eyes.

“can your favorite boy have some candy?” you asked with a pout.

yeonjun smirked and chuckled, reaching over to his side opposite of you and taking a small handful of werthers caramels out of the ridiculous bowl of candy on his bedside table. he turned back over and ruffled your hair with his empty hand and opened his other, gesturing for you to take the candies. 

you grinned and reached over, taking the little gold-wrapped candies out of yeonjun’s hand and unwrapping one of them rather quickly. your eyes slowly closed in content as you popped the little candy into your mouth with a hum of content.

you simply sucked on the caramel for a short while. after a couple minutes, yeonjun took his own turn to poke your cheek, wanting to ask you something.

“yes, my precious little shit?” you asked with a playful smile, opening your eyes and turning over onto your side to look at him.

“kiss me.” he commanded with the most adorable frowny little pout.

you giggled, pouncing on him as per his request. you smashed your lips onto his and initiated a soft makeout session. another hum of content slipped from your mouth into yeonjun’s when you felt his hands softly touch either side of your face before they slid down and took a gentle hold on your neck, and he used them to pull you closer before wrapping his arms around your neck.

“you taste so fucking good…” he said softly in between kisses, “i love the taste of caramel, it’s so damn sweet, it just makes your lips taste so much better.”

you smiled into yeonjun’s mouth, your face turning red and slightly hot as his words floated into your ears.

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bang chan x gn!reader | fluff, slight angst :< | 217 words

queued;requested

cw a random reference to Hoshi of SVT, Chan is lonely without his bby :(

please REBLOG this if it takes your fancy! likes DO NOT help my algorithm!.

Bang Chan : June 10th, 2020

Hello love!

How are you doing? I’m personally not doing tippy-top as of now, I’m feeling very by-myself with you not here. I know that sounds like it’s usual, seeing as I always feel lonely when you’re away on trips without me, but it’s worse than usual this time around…

But how’s your trip going? Han hasn’t been terrorizing your instagram dm’s, has he? I’m 100% willing to beat his arse into the rotter for you, just say the word! (lmao-)

I have so man things to tell you, but it’s so hard to contain myself whenever I write to you… blurb: very stressed.

And also very tired.

I dunno how mums deal with one adolescent nipper, let alone six adult ones. They’re acting ridiculous as of late; it’s gotten so bad that Changbin has come to my side to help me attempt to control them. I swear they’re all raging Geminis, they act like Hoshi. I dunno how Seungcheol deals with twelve ragers, he’s twice the parent I’ve been forced to be and I’m so dearly jealous…

But I shouldn’t rant now, you’re probably in the midst of something so I’ll snip it off here. Good morning, or night depending on when you’re reading this… I love you, my prince!

Don’t miss me too much-

Chan

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changbin ver. - jisung ver. - chan ver. - hyunjin ver. - minho ver. - jeongin ver. - seungmin ver. - felix ver. - masterlist  

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

NO BUT I FORGOT TO WRITE IT

whAT WAS THE REASON?!??!?!??!!

bestie kim jongseob x gn!reader | pure crack | 425 words

queued ; requested

cw sex mentions, cursing, chaos, keeho being a bitch like usual duh, jongseob acting like an absolute pineapple, reader is irritable at best, threats on one’s existence, two back to back references to the book im currently reading which is wings of fire book 15: the flames of hope by tui t sutherland lmao cus the only figurative language im good at besides exaggeration is allusions L M A O : D

“OKAY, BUT WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO HER IN THE FIRST PLACE??” you shouted exasperatedly, your arms soaring into the air completely of their own accord. “I WAS A STUPID HIGH SCHOOL HORNDOG, WHY THE HELL ELSE WOULD I BE TALKI– wait, what makes you think i was talking to her… “y-you weren’t–” “Nnnooooo…? i was fucking this girl for like a month, why would i be talking to her outside of that?” jongseob demanded, his eyebrows furrowing so completely that they nearly became one for a split second. “look, y/n, i was never friends with this girl, okay- i was fucking her, nothing else.” he said the last two words with an air of finality. “…i’m done with this conversation.” keeho sighed, flinging his hands up into the air. he then proceeded to roll his eyes with a dramatic groan, slam said airborne hands palm-first roughly onto his thighs, stood up, and just walked away, shaking his head and muttering in what sounded oddly and suspiciously like latin. but you just so happened to have the real, genuine ability to fluidly speak every dead language in existence as though you were native to the countries that abandoned them: you understood every word he said and found your feet quickly and furiously, shouting words at him in navajo that would get anyone that spoke them cast from the tribe forever. after jongseob stopped laughing and crying at the same time, after his wheezing had gone down to a perilous heave every minute or so, he said, “you truly do have a fire in your heart, y’know that?” “…and? your point?” you sassed back, giving him the typical bad-girl eyebrows-up what-the-fuck-you-talkin-bout eye daggers, “no no no, i mean, like- you burn hotter than natsu dragneel.” silence. “are you… hitting on me?” you asked slowly. “cus if you are, and if i’m natsu dragneel, then i might just burn you to death. i have been on the run for arson five times in my life, you know.” jongseob was apparently immune to your threats of death by human arson, and he literally just gave you the same exact look you had given him… and stuck his tongue out, making a stupid noise as he did. “three moons, you better rUN PAL–” the rage of a mother dragon to be who’s just had her eggs stolen was absolutely nothing in comparison to the side you showed jongseob that evening.

bf!hyuka x transfem!reader | angst, hurt-comfort | words

queued ; event masterlist

cw crying, fear of losing hyuka, fear of not being what he wants :(, use of “precious queen” and “baby girl” :<

You were bawling so hard that your whole top half hurt from head to waist, while Kai held you in his arms, rocking you back and forth on his back as he cooed sweet nothings into your ears.

“Y/n, it’s okay, don’t cry please,” he pleaded with you, trying his best to help you feel better. “It’s fine, I don’t mind you being transgender baby, I just care that you’re you, and that you don’t change.”

“B-but I-I have changed,” you started, your voice shaking as your tears soaked Kai’s shirt, “I’m t-transgender, Kai, that’s me changing myself-”

“Y/n, I meant your personality,” Kai said, rolling onto his side and hugging you impossibly closer as he now held back his own tears, “I’m talking about how you act, how you treat the people around you. I don’t care that you’re transgender, it’s not my choice to decide whether you can be a girl or not. I just care that you don’t change the way you treat everyone else around you.”

You took in as many breaths that were as deep as your shaking body would let you make them, and your heart began to slow down and hurt less. 

“R-really?” you whimpered, looking up at Kai through your tear-soaked eyelashes.

“Yes, baby girl, the whole damn reason I fell in love with you is because of your attitude, the way you treat people- your stance on life! It’s beautiful, it’s so courageous and up-looking! I love the way you treat life and the people, obstacles and possibilities it throws your way.”

You smiled, your breathing and heart rate finally beginning to go back to normal.

“I love you too, Kai-bear.”

Kai chuckled.

“My precious queen…”

beomgyu ver. - yeonjun ver. - taehyun ver. - soobin ver. - hyuka ver.

@juniesfics​​​  :: soobin ver. - taehyun ver.

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bf!choi soobin x trans!male!reader | fluff/crack | 283 words

queued ; event masterlist

cw cuddles? shower cuddles? idk if that counts as a trigger warning, but. nakedness and scars. the scars you get from top surgery. thats literally it. (reader completed all the steps to become trans about two years before this cute lil fic takes place!)

a/n i honestly think this and yeonjun’s version are the most accurate

You sat in between Soobin’s legs, his weight leaning gently on your back and his arms wrapped tightly around you. The silence was peaceful; the only things that could be heard were Soobin’s soft breathing in your ear, and the sounds of the water spraying from the showerhead and raining on your bodies and the shower floor.

Soobin’s head rested on his chin on your shoulder, and his fingers were roaming your wet, naked body as you sat with him in the shower. Eventually, they reached a certain place on your chest, brushing over the scars from the top surgery you’d received two years ago during your gender transition.

Soobin’s fingertips brushed over the scars and his eyebrows furrowed, concern that you might have gotten into some sort of ridiculous medical trouble that you never told him about at some point.

“M/n?” Soobin’s voice rang out in your ear, breaking the comfortable silence that you and him had long-since entered.

“Yeah?” you responded, turning your head to lay on your arms so you could look into Soobin’s eyes.

“Is there… something you’re not… telling me?” he asked carefully, squinting cutely suspiciously at you.

“I-NO?? Wait, what d’you mean?”

“What are these scars from?”

“OH, THAT?? Those are from chest removal surgery, I’m trans.”

Soobin blinked many times.

“You didn’t know that?”

Soobin said nothing.

“Binnie Boo, I’ve said this many times!” you exclaimed, looking aghast at your boyfriend who also looked aghast.

“WHEN?? I don’t remember this!”

“UH, LIKE THREE DAYS AGO–”

You and Soobin didn’t stop arguing about this for… about two hours? The hot water had definitely run out by the time you convinced Soobin that he’d simply forgotten this information.

beomgyu ver. - yeonjun ver. - taehyun ver. - soobin ver. - hyuka ver.

@juniesfics​​​  :: soobin ver. - taehyun ver.

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

best friend!taehyun x transfem!reader | fluff, angst | 491 words

queued ; event masterlist

cw coming out, crying (read: bawling), mentions of gender dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, counselor without the name tag!taehyun

You were curled up in the fetal position, your head in your arms, your broken, choked sobs etching the walls of taehyun’s bedroom with sadness, when your best friend walked out of his private bathroom back into his room.

“Y/n??” Taehyun said shrilly, his voice cracking as your despairing sobs broke his heart.

“I… I just feel horrible, just in general…” you said, your voice trailing off twice as you sat up and wiped your eyes, struggling to get your breathing in check.

“Why, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting down next to you. He put his hand on your back and softly, beginning to slowly rub up and down on your back.

“Hey, talk to me, Y/n,” he said softly, scooting closer and wrapping you in his comforting embrace.

“I-I’m just f-feeling really d-dysphoric about m-myself,” you struggled out through your sobs, falling sideways into Taehyun’s chest.

“Hey,” he said, touching your chin with his pointer finger and turning your head softly to look at him. “Your opinion is the only one that should matter to you, Y/n, you’re a king.”

The name made you cringe, and Taehyun noticed.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, worried he’d said something that made whatever dysphoria you were feeling worsen. “Do you not want me to call you king anymore?”

“N-no,” you whimpered shortly, hiding your face in his chest as you said, “I-I’m transgender. I’m not a boy anymore.” 

Taehyun wrapped his arms tighter around you, but he didn’t say anything.

“Do you hate me now…?” you said, your chest tightening as you waited for him to respond.

“What?! No!” Taehyun said quickly, sounding offended that you had even suggested such a preposterous thing. “Why would I hate you for being comfortable enough with me to share something like that??”

“I dunno, I just wanted you to know, I guess…” you said, shrugging and hiding your face even further in his chest. His hand went up and touched the back of your head, absently letting his fingers begin to play in the [h/c] he found there.

“Y/n, I love you for who you are, not who everyone wants you to be” Taehyun said, “The opinions of the rest of the world are worth nothing compared to your opinion of yourself. You should never give half a flying fuck what other people think of you, or what everyone else wants you to be.”

“You sound like a high school counselor,” you said, a weak giggle managing to slip through your lips as you slowly started to feel a bit better.

Taehyun chuckled. “Yeah? Well that’s a best friend’s job, counseling his other half.”

You giggled again, moving your legs so that you were sitting with your thighs draped across Taehyun’s thighs; your arms wrapped around his sides and you nuzzled into his chest.

“Thank you, Tae.” you whispered, a content smile finally making its way out of the dark and onto your face.

beomgyu ver. - yeonjun ver. - taehyun ver. - soobin ver. - hyuka ver.

@juniesfics​​  :: soobin ver. - taehyun ver.

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

choi beomgyu x transitioning trans!male!reader | fluff, slight angst - 436 words

queued ; event masterlist 

cw gender dysphoria mentions, transphobic parents mention, nearly being kicked out mention, a little bit of crying, nervous & slightly overwhelmed reader bcus bby the shit is real :<

“M/n?” Beomgyu said, knocking softly on your bedroom door. “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah?” you replied, looking up quickly from your phone. “What’s up?”

“I found something in my laundry that I’m not really sure belongs to anyone else here, but I just wanted to make sure you’re not missing it before I chuck it in the Lost & Found.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Beomgyu held something up:

Your chest binder.

“Is-is that…” Your voice cracked and broke halfway through the sentence, the center of your chest beginning to feel tight and your heart starting to beat faster and faster. Your vision tunneled so that you could only see the chest binder in Beomgyu’s hand.

“M/n?” 

“M/n.”

Beomgyu had to say your name a few times before he broke your trance. 

Beomgyu shut the door even softer than he had spoken when he walked into the room. He padded over to the bed on his sock-covered feet and sat down on your bed, putting your black chest binder down on your bed next to you. 

“Y-you don’t hate me now, do you…?” you asked, your voice shaking, your heart causing earthquakes inside your chest.

“Why in all the world would I hate you for being you??” Beomgyu asked shrilly, his voice sounding sort of panicked that you even contemplated asking the question.

“I… I dunno, I nrealy got kicked out by my parents when I slipped up and almost let it slip to them that I’m…”

“Transmasculine?” Beomgyu finished your sentence for you, his voice returning to its afore softness. He gently took your chin in his thumb and pointer finger and turned your face toward his, forcing you to look right into his eyes. You returned his stare for a few moments that were so long they felt like hours, before your eyes burned so badly with tears that you screwed them shut and attempted to turn away, but Beomgyu caught your face in his hands and before you knew it you were in his arms.

“I don’t care that you’re trans, M/n, you’re acting like it’s everyone else’s choice what makes you comfortable with your own damn body.” he said softly, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“So… so you’re not mad that my binder was in your stuff?” you asked tentatively, wiping your eyes on your knuckles and looking up into his eyes.

“Of course I’m not, it’s not in my rights to be mad.”

Your eyes welled with tears again- tears of pure happiness: 

You had finally found someone that accepted you for who you were.

beomgyu ver. - yeonjun ver. - taehyun ver. - soobin ver. - hyuka ver.

@juniesfics​​​  :: soobin ver. - taehyun ver. 

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

bf!choi yeonjun x transitioning trans!male!reader | fluff, slight angst - 351 words

queued ; event masterlist

cw coming out, use of “baby”, this is fluffier than it should be but oh well, VERY. EXCITED. YEONJUN.

“Junnie?” you asked, knocking slightly on the door before walking out onto the porch, standing just behind Yeonjun feeling a bit awkward.

“Yeah?” he responded rather quickly, his attention abandoning his phone quicker than a snake as he whipped around to look at you.

“I need to tell you something, it’s really important.” you said. And when Yeonjun nodded his head, his signature rizz-dripping smile making its appearance on his face, you slowly obliged in Yeonjun’s patting-the-porch way of inviting you into the room.

You sat down next to him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You hesitated to let it out, wanting to use it as a way to rush out what you wanted to say, but Yeonjun foiled your plans without a second to spare. His hand touched yours and your heart gradually began to slow down. 

“It’s alright, baby, don’t be scared.” he said softly, scooting closer and wrapping you in his embrace. 

You nodded, a small smile of your own sneaking onto your face, and after a short pause you nearly whispered,

“…I’m transgender.”

There was silence.

And more silence.

And then Yeonjun hooted into the night sky, his fists slicing open the stars.

“AND HE TAKES THE CAKE!!” 

“…What…” you said after what felt like about an hour of extremely confused silence.

“I figured that out a long while ago, M/n.”

“WHAT?? YOU DID??” you yelled in exasperation.

“Uh, yeah,” he said sassily, putting his hand on his chest in feign offense. “I do tend to pay attention to my ✨boyfriend✨, you know.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. How did you know, and for how long.” It was most certainly not a question.

“Are you deaf? Do your ears work?” he asked, knocking gently on the side of your head with a silly grin on his face.

“Uuuuh… Yeah…?” 

Yeonjun giggled.

“I’m not sure why you were so scared to tell me that,” Yeonjun said softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, “you know you can talk to me right?”

You smiled.

“Well, that went well.”

Yeonjun chuckled.

beomgyu ver. - yeonjun ver. - taehyun ver. - soobin ver. - hyuka ver.

@juniesfics  :: soobin ver. - taehyun ver.

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

anon what is with my asks i didnt see this until a couple days ago im so sorryyyyy

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bf!kim jongin (kai) x male!reader | fluff/crack | 425 words

cw cursing, play-fighting sorta

{+} queued

a/n i have merged my taglists a bit! anyone who was in my general taglist is now automatically added to every artist's taglist!! send me an ask to be added to or removed from my taglist! my taglists are below the cut :)

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING EVERRR??” Kai asked loudly as he walked down whatever isle he was in- you and he had separated in the store to get things done faster, and were on a phone call-, a definite note of playful, confused desperation in his voice.”

You and Kai were shopping at the grocery store while looking back on a story from your high school years; a story in which, in the eleventh grade, your dumb, reckless teenage self had shamelessly brushed off a boy that could have been your husband.

“I don’t know, I was seventeen!!” you replied shrilly in an attempt to defend your honor.

“You’re such a spazz, m/n…” Ka mumbled through the phone as he wandered the store looking for his favorite isle.

“You’re not looking for the candy isle again, are you. Jjong…?” you sighed. Kai giggled.

“Nooo…” he lied.

“You’re fibbing.”

“Nnnnnope~”

“Yyyyyep~”

“~~~~”

“You brat, you hung up on me!” you exclaimed with a snort. “Typical Kim Jongin…”

Ding! Your phone went off.

“Whaaat could he waaant nooow~” you quipped sarcastically, tapping on the notification. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you walked out of the store and headed towards the car while reading his texts:

M/nnnn M/n answer meeeeeee Im sorry i hung up on youuuuuuuu ANSWER MY CALLS OR ILL NEVER LEAVE THE STORE I CAN LIVE HERE ALONE IM NOT LYING THEYD NEVER CATCH ME Im jokiiiiiiiiing

“M/n!!” A sharp, loud snap of your name pulled you out of the giggle fit you were in. You whipped around, looking for the source, and saw Kai walking toward you, leaning on a shopping cart, with a look of adorably obvious fake fury on his face.

“What?? Punk? What?” you snapped back playfully, “wanna fight?”

“No.” Kai giggled. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, the tip of his nose touching that of yours. “I just wanted to fuck with you,” he said.

“I’d never survive twenty-four hours alone, in a store… without you…” his voice trailed off, and a worryingly convincing look of genuine terror tore down the smile on his face.

“Well I mean, you’re the one who said it.” you quipped, poking him in the nose. “Boop!”

And you laughed, running around the car and skidding to a stop with your nose an inch from his chest (he was about a foot taller than you and that was his most favorite thing about you): he had run around the other side to meet you.

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

han jisung x gn!reader | fluff | 174 words

cw slight sexual talk, light cursing

please REBLOG this if it takes your fancy! likes DO NOT help my algorithm!

Han Jisung : March 3rd, 2023

My dearest light,

I wonder how you’re doing. How is your work trip going? I can’t wait until you’re back home with me, I love hearing your voice when you tell me how your work day goes.

I can’t seem to get you off my mind. Your voice, your smile, your sparkling [e/c] eyes…

But especially your body. I miss touching you, I miss feeling your skin under my fingertips, seeing you all sweaty and fucked out for me every other night…

Fuck, I have to stop talking about it before I need you any more…

Anyways, I can’t wait ‘till you’re home, I have so many funny jokes planned for you when you get back. You’ll die of laughter, and then I’ll die with you, because no one else ever gets to have me. Only you, my darling!

Text me when you start the flight back, I’ll wait at the airport for you. Best wishes for the rest of your trip, my love!

ALL the love,

Jisung

a/n i just dont feel like he would really have a lot to say in letters yknow? like the way i see it is hes so loud and happy he wouldve already told u most of it in person so theres not a lot left for him to say in letters :)

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changbin ver. - jisung ver. - chan ver. [next] - hyunjin ver. - minho ver. - jeongin ver. - seungmin ver. - felix ver. - masterlist  

© 2023–2024 chai saetang.

seo changbin x male!reader | fluff | 291 words

cw literally one f word

Seo Changbin : February 9th, 2020

My dearest friend,

It’s getting so lonely being here without you. My body is begging for your embrace, and my arms yearn to be around you. I’m going crazy, not being able to turn over and kiss you when I wake up in the mornings.

Why can’t I just call for you from across the street? Why must this cruel world be so big, and why are you not here with me?!

I guess I’m lucky Zoom exists— and phones, too. If I had to go a day in this damned quarantine without hearing your voice, I think I might lose what little sanity I’ve managed to hold onto thus far:

I might kill someone.

But enough from me, how are you?? I would HOPE you’re doing well; you’re so blissfully hateful of the world as a whole. So that would mean peace and quiet for you, right? Oh, how I wish I could need social interaction as beautifully little as you do. I’m still having trouble coming to terms with the idea that someone so perfect as you could ever fall in love with someone like me. I mean, it is my own fault, I suppose. After all, I am the one who accepted the invitation to fame; it was I who auditioned for the life I live. God, that sounds so Shakespeare…

The government here is saying the quarantine should lighten up soon, “hopefully in the next few weeks.” Fuck, I hope it’s true. I miss you and McDonald’s…

Well, I should probably let you get back to your business now. Write back when you can, alright? I’ll wait as long as I have to. Happy Valentine’s Day, my beautiful prince…

Love,

Changbin

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choi beomgyu x gn reader | fluff, angst, hurt-comfort | 527 words

"yaaah, what's wrong with youu?" gyu whined out of nowhere, giving you a scathed look.

"wh-" you stuttered, confused by the sudden lashing out. "gyu, what the hell? no, what's wrong with YOU??" you nearly yelled. hurt, you scowled, turning away to hide the tears that had suddenly begun to burn in your eyes. you scooted almost a yard away from him in an effort to get away.

"y/n-" gyu heard the pain and shake in your voice, reaching over and putting a hand on your shoulder in an effort to console you.

"FUCK OFF, GYU, YOU-" you cut yourself off before you could stoop down to the low, icy level your best friend was sitting on. you shoved his hand off your shoulder and ran from txt's dorm common room, your face in your hands as you paid no mind to the sobs ripping from your lips.

"that was fucked on a real low level, my man." yeonjun said, having looked up from his phone to the commotion.

it was now gyu's turn to cover his face with his hands, which were already soaked in the hot tears now brimming in his own eyes.

"i-i know." he choked out.

"then go fix it, you sad little shit..." soobin mumbled absently; but he was still right. gyu had to fix this...

. . .

"y/n?" gyu whispered, knocking softly on your door. when you didnt answer he softly and carefully added, "y/n, i know you're in here, i can hear you crying... let me come in, i wanna talk this out."

your weak, half-assed, near-silent "fuck you..." went respectfully unheeded by beomgyu as he opened what he now realized was his bedroom door the rest of the way and walked quietly into the room. he crawled onto the bed and laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his nose in your neck in a spooning position.

"i'm sorry for lashing out at you, y/n," he whispered into your ear, reaching around and gently caressing your wet face. "it was really unnecessary and mean of me." he used his thumb to carefully and softly wipe the tears from your face.

gyu huffed quietly through his nose when you didn't answer. he crawled carefully over you, flopping down on his side in front of you. he reached out and cupped your face softly in both hands, pressing his thumbs every-so-gently on your bottom eyelids to help stem hte flow of the tears he knew were burning your eyes and sinuses and probably causing you a headache.

"why did you snap at me..." you whimpered, leaning hesitantly into his hands- even as broken as you felt you still couldnt say no to the gentle contact he was giving you.

"i don't know, i'm not sure what happened to me there." he whispered back.

"but i know i love your cuddles, and i'll never snap at you for giving them to me again." he added, a smile spreading across his face and infecting your heart with softness.

"we cool, bestie?"

you giggled as though drunk- which you metaphorically were: his smile was all the wine anyone ever needed.

"yeah."

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idol : jisung

genre : horror, fluff <3

au : haunted house au? maybe?

i honestly forgot this was here 🥺 but its so

haunted houses are scary :(

park jisung x gn reader | fluff, "horror" | 222 words

cw haunted house tings

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"WAUH-" jisung jumped ten feet in the air, turning in the middle of the movement and running to hide behind you as you genuinely laughed your ass off- at his softness, at the efforts these actors were making... the whole event.

"why are you laughing at meeeee-" jisung whined. he walked in front of you and began to walk backwards- a stupid idea in a haunted house of all places- and pouted cutely at you.

you grinned and responded, "ssungie, i'm not laughing at you, i'm laughing at the way you reacted to that."

"well what the hAAAAGH- what the heck is so scAAAARY about that???" jisung struggled out, getting scared twice in two seconds.

"that right there!" you managed to get out through more hearty laughter. "you're so adorably soft ad cute and scareable. you're like a kitten."

"what- HOW AM I A- you know what-" jisung cut himself off, reasoning that there was just no way to get around it. he did often wear cat ears whenever he came to your house, after all.

jisung smiled, taking a cute, deep breath with his eyes screwed shut. he then took a tight hold of your hand and slowly let out his deep breath, walking determined as a stone toward the basement door of the haunted house.

god, you loved this man.

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