kyuokka

based on the tweeet above ^^

[11:23 pm]

you and jihoon were in the vocal training rooms in the yg building, he was practicing for their 3 minute treasure video for their channel. they were going to cover the song whistle by blackpink when suddenly a idea popped in your head.

“hey babe, can you teach me how to whistle?” you asked him, giving him your best puppy eyes with a pout.

“stop looking at me like that but okay.” he pushed your head away with a teasing tone in his voice.

“okay so you start by-mm.” you got close to his face then pecking him in the lips when he went to position his lips in whistle form (?).

Yedam / Fluff / New Year’s

**This one’s a bit of a long one be warned

🎵 When your legs don’t work like they used to before....and i cant sweep you off your feet......du du du du 🎵

You catch Yedam humming to Ed Sheeran as you’re driving to the beach together. (side note but like um imagine yedam singing this in his buttery voice, fuck. Cliché and cheesy i know but forgive me)

You can’t help but grin ear to ear at his voice and the way he’s dreamily staring at the passing trees while driving. 

“You got something on your mind, Yedam?” you ask.

“Hmm?” He says returning to to earth, only to meet your eyes for a split second and then turn away shy with those cute dimples. “Yeah, no, I’m good. Just glad I finally got to hang out with you.”

Me too, you think with a smile. 

Months of hanging out together in the same friend group at school, and you had a problem. He was the boy-next-door type, only he wasn’t. He was so kind, always helping out with any project behind the scenes. He was so considerate, always making sure no-one in the friend group was left uninvited to any event. He was so charming, any girl could fall for that captivating smile, the one that you could never take your eyes off. And oh my fucking god, that voice. The sweeter-than-honey, buttery, feel-in-your-bones voice.

Only, you were just friends as far as you knew.

You remember the day he asked you to hang out with him so vividly - the way his cologne pierced the air as he led you into a quiet corridor, taking a few glances at you every once in a while as you walked next to him. The way his favourite fuzzy pink sweater brushed so softly against your arm as you were walking. The way he had his hands in his pockets, shyly looking to the ground before mustering up the courage to ask you to hang out at the beach with him. The way the corners of his smile tugged at your heartstrings.

And suddenly, it was happening. You were going to the beach. With Bang Yedam.

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**At the beach**

There you were, sandals in one hand, letting the golden grains of sun-warmed sand slip in between your bare feet as you made your way down the shoreline. To your right was the setting sun, and to your left was the only person that could compete with a setting sun - Bang Yedam. 

You both slipped in and out of mostly lighthearted banter, heads tilting to the magenta sky and hair dancing in the wind every time you laughed at each other’s jokes. Every once in a while, Yedam would glance at you and the sun would glisten in his eyes, turning them into a honey brown so deep and rich you could almost taste it. 

“What are you looking at?” He asks as you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his eyes. “D-Do I have something on my face? Or something?” he asks shyly.

“Huh? No, no it’s nothing.” you say. But what you really wished to tell him is that he was the first thought you had when you woke up and the last thought you had when you went to sleep. That you so desperately wanted to be his, that you wanted to give him the world and so much more.

“Wanna go over to the water?” he asks. 

You smile and nod eagerly, and turn alongside Yedam to walk towards the water, now crashing in waves of what the sun made seem like gold and silver. The sand grows damper, and the gap between you and Yedam grows closer together. Anticipating the crisp, cold water to rush over your feet at any moment, you shiver. Almost as if by reflex, Yedam takes off his denim jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. 

The icy cold water then suddenly rushes over both your feet, and you both glance at each other, and you wonder whether he too wants to be connected by more than the water of the ocean that embraces both of your feet.  After getting somewhat used to the icy kiss of the ocean, both of you decide to start walking again, this time in the water, all the while continuing your never-ending banter.

At one point, you look down and lose balance as the waves carry the sand away from under your feet. Yedam reaches out and grabs your hand to steady you - and he doesn’t let go. Confused but ecstatic nevertheless, you feel your cheeks flush a deep red and are unable to meet Yedam’s eyes.

“You’re so cute,” he chuckles. “Were your cheeks always this red?” he teases.

You playfully hit him on the arm and then continue walking with him like this for what feels like both forever and only a couple of moments - that is, until the glisten of the stars in the night sky signal to you that the sun had finally set and that the night was ending soon.

Almost as if you had read each other’s minds, you both head back to dry sand without a word and seat yourselves under the large expanse of the night sky. For a while, you sit next to him, arms and knees touching, pointing out constellations in the sky and listening to the thunderous crashes of the waves against nearby cliffs. And at some point during your star-gazing session, an alarm goes off on Yedam’s phone. You wonder why he has an alarm so late at night but in the moment, you’re too captivated by him to notice.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he asks “Can I sing you a song, y/n?”

“I mean who can say no to THE Bang Yedam offering to sing?”

Shyly he starts singing, and as if you were one of medusa’s seduced, you find yourself unable to move, just completely mesmerised by his voice. When he’s finished singing, you notice that you’ve been staring at him, unwaveringly. 

Was I doing this the whole time? you think.

Yedam catches you staring at him, and doesn’t look away.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful in the moonlight.” He reaches out his hand to your face and brushes back a stray hair from your face. Gently stroking your cheek, he pierces your soul with his sparkling chocolate brown eyes. He then lets his fingers travel to your lips, lingering for a moment.

You both lean in, and stay mere millimetres from each other’s faces, feeling each other’s breath on your cheeks. Yedam then leans fully, softly placing his lips against yours and his hands on your lower back, holding you as close to him as possible. Feeling his plump, indulgent lips on yours, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach. You had wanted this for so long - and it was finally happening.

He pulls away after what seems like a moment frozen in time, 

“Happy New Year, y/n. Be my girlfriend?”

Fin

Y’all I got butterflies writing this 🥴🥴 the power of yedam is real

Anyways i hope y’all are having a fine day wherever in the world you may be, and I hope yedam-ie will make your day at least a little bit better if you aren’t

Lots of love ♡,

Treasure Mashiho x Y/N

You wake up early to meet the summer rain and your beloved. 

request: “Hello 👋🏻 I’m sending you this request for Mashiho because you asked hope I don’t be a bother☺️ can I request a fluff with#16 #20 #30 from the fluffy prompt thanks in return, beside that I like your writings a lot you are so good anyways have a nice day 😊💕”

author’s note: I recommend you to listen to golden thing by Cody Simpson while reading. This song is a bit bittersweet for me, but the vibes are spot on for this piece. Lately, I’ve been in such a mood to write some slice of life pieces! And, to anon and every person who has requested/wants to request, you are never a bother! I truly appreciate your messages :)

genre: fluff

summary: going into labour with your first child

age: Eun = fetus/newborn

warnings: pregnant!reader, active labour, swearing, home birth

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“Look, here’s a nice one,” Yedam said, sending you a link to another apartment, “I know we said house but maybe we should just look at apartments for now.”

“We live in an apartment now,” you chuckled, applying your lipbalm as you turned to look at your husband, “I don’t mind living with your parents, Yedam, how many times do I have to say it?”

Yedam sighed, “but I don’t. I want to buy you two a house.”

Shrugging, you chuckled slightly as you rubbed your baby bump, “I know, Damie, but they’re gonna come any day now, we may as well wait.”

“Well, I’m still gonna keep looking,” he said, dismissively.

Beginning to go towards your shared bed, you stopped, a pain coming from your lower abdomen, making you gasp out.

“Are you alright?” Yedam asked, concern covering his face, “Y/N?”

You moaned, “yep. Braxton hicks, I’m sure.”

Yedam frowned, “you don’t sound it.”

You shook your head, “don’t worry.”

As the pain passed, you waddled over to your side of the bed, swinging your legs round as you snuggled down.

“Stop looking,” you whined, hitting your husband’s leg, “I want to cuddle.”

Yedam chuckled, stroking your hair with a gentle hand.

Suddenly, another wave of pain hit you.

“Oh my god,” you coughed, rounding forward as though someone had just punched your gut.

“Is it the baby?” Yedam asked.

You nodded softly, “this really hurts, oh my god.”

“Y/N, how long have you been having braxton hicks?”

“They come and go during the third trimester. With the amount of pregnancy books you’ve read I’m surprised you don’t know—”

“No, I know that!” Yedam scolded with a sigh, “I mean today.”

“All day,” you sighed, rubbing your stomach, “they’ve been really active as well.”

“Y/N,” Yedam spoke, his voice now shaky.

“What?”

“Did you not even think that this could’ve been the real thing?!”

Hunching over as another pain rushed through you, you grabbed onto Yedam’s hand, squeezing it as hard as you could, as though it would somehow drain away the pain.

You shook your head, your voice tight as you tried to breath, “I’m in denial.”

“So you did think about it. Why didn’t you tell me?!” he exclaimed.

“O– Oh my– Oh my god,” you cursed, Yedam helping you to sit up as you clutched your rounded stomach, “th-this really hurts, Dam.”

Yedam sighed, nodding, “I know, darl, I know. I’m gonna get my mum, okay?”

Nodding, you groaned, “fucks’ sake!”

“Mum!” Yedam called, “we need you!”

Yedam’s mum, Miyeong, arrived at the door, her eyes widening as she saw your hunched figure.

“Is it braxton hicks?” she asked, rubbing your back soothingly.

You shook your head, sweat beginning to appear.

“W-We think this might be it,” Yedam stuttered.

“I– I’m in so much pain.”

Miyeong nodded, stroking your hair, “it’s okay, darling. Do you feel anything else?”

You nodded.

“What?”

“I fe– feel like I need to push,” you sobbed.

“Okay, well we already planned for a home birth, right? Let’s call your midwife!” Miyeong smiled, “it’s all gonna be okay. Daesik! Call the ambulance!”

“Really?!” your father-in-law exclaimed.

“Just do it! Quickly!”

You chuckled, Yedam climbing back on the bed to hold your hand.

“Miyeong, you should talk to them,” Daesik said, handing the phone to his wife.

“Y/N,” Miyeong said carefully after talking to the ambulance reciever, “can I look... down there?”

You nodded, desperate, “I just want them out!”

“It’s okay, baby,” Yedam whispered, kissing your temple, one of your hands gripping his.

“Yes,” Miyeong said, answering the reciever, “o-okay. Y/N, she says you’re just gonna have to push.”

“Wh-What?!”

“The ambulance is not gonna get here in time and I can see the head,” Miyeong said, smiling apologetically.

“I can’t do that,” you shook your head.

“She’s staying on the line, it’s gonna be okay,” Miyeong said, “you have to do this otherwise it’s gonna be worse for you and the baby.”

“Oh my god,” you panted.

“I’m right here, love, it’s okay,” Yedam whispered, kissing your hand.

“Whenever you feel the need to push, do so, okay?” Miyeong said, “Daesik, get some towels!”

“Shit!” you screamed, starting your first push.

Push, after push, after push, and finally Miyeong had a bright smile on her face.

“One more, that’s all you’re gonna have to do!” she exclaimed, and with one last push, your baby was in the world, “it’s a boy!”

Tears began to fall as Yedam wrapped his arms around you, “you did it, my love, I’m so proud of you, our son!”

Miyeong and Daesik smiled, washing down the newborn in the bath he’d prepared before wrapping him in towels.

“Here he is,” Miyeong smiled, handing the baby to you.

“Our son,” you said, choking up on a sob caught in your throat.

“You did so well,” Yedam smiled, kissing your head, “Mum, you did amazing too. Or, should I say Grandma.”

Miyeong grinned, her and Daesik announcing that they’d leave you alone, just as you heard the ambulance arrive.

“Well that wasn’t the plan,” you chuckled, Yedam wiping away your tears before looking down at your son.

group: treasure

member: kim junkyu

genre: idol!au, fluff

requested: yes

a/n: this? overdue-

you huffed, scraping rice off of the small plate with your short nails. hours before, when the boys were over for a pre-practice meal, you remember telling jihoon to rinse his plate after eating. and what didn’t he do? rinse his plate. what did you have to rinse off? rice. hotel? trivago.

the sound of the door squeaking open and then being closed and locked brings your attention to the clock. it was 7 pm and that meant junkyu was just coming back from practice. his footsteps resonate through the house and you hum while rinsing off the plate. 

“hey baby,” junkyu mumbled, his arms engulfing you in a back hug.

“hey, how was practice?” you gently asked, stopping momentarily to peck his lips.

“tiring. we learned some new choreography today for our evaluation next week.”

“new choreography? for an evaluation that’s next week?”

junkyu responded with a nod whilst nuzzling the side of your neck, his arms tightening around you to pull you closer to him.

“junkyu baby, you should get some rest,” you told him, turning off the water and drying your hands off with a towel nearby. 

“i will, i just want to cuddle first,” he whined, humming gently into your neck afterward. 

you slowly spun around to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him another small kiss before speaking.

“i’ll cuddle with you if you drink some water and eat something. then we’ll cuddle.” junkyu’s lips puckered up into a little pout as he shook his head in protest. “i hate to say it but if you don’t eat something, no cuddles tonight.”

“okay wait-” he started. you laughed at junkyu’s eyes suddenly widening in panic as he quickly shook his head. you ran your fingers through his hair before telling him to take a little nap while you made dinner. after a little bickering about him taking a nap or helping you in the kitchen, you give in and allow him to help you.

while cutting vegetables, you had to remind junkyu to keep an eye on the boiling water for the soup you’re making. he followed your instructions but always came back to watch you cut vegetables (well,, to watch you). after humming a little bit of a song you heard on tv today, you glanced at your boyfriend, who stared right at you and decided to give you a lazy smile.

“stop looking at me like that~” you whined, setting the knife down and shooing him away. “can you turn the stove down a bit please?”

junkyu pouted, kissed your temple, and slowly made his way to the stove to turn the heat down. you smiled and finished cutting the vegetables, pouring them into the soup and putting the cover on top to let it simmer. 

junkyu stood with you by the stove as you let the soup cook, and you scooped him a small bowl once it was done cooking. he let you feed him, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he watched you smile at him and make the cutest faces ever. 

after you washed the dishes and your hands, you took junkyu’s and gently had him follow you into the living room where you sat and pulled him beside you, patting your lap. junkyu opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head and patted your lap again. he sighed, allowing his head to rest on your lap. 

your hands made their way to his hair, combing through slowly while you hummed softly. 

“make yourself comfortable,” you nearly whispered to him, grinning.

you started to hum a familiar ballad, although, you don’t remember who sang it or what the title was. the soft hum, unbeknownst to you, calmed junkyu, his muscles suddenly becoming more relaxed as he settled his head more comfortably in your lap. 

summary: jihoon will always be the one to chase you across one, five, ten, and even twenty lifetimes. in every single lifetime you both share together, and even after everything, jihoon will always remain to think that you’re absolutely perfect. word count: 3k pairing: soulmate!jihoon x reader a/n: this was requested, but i had so much fun writing this! i based this off of one of my favorite art pieces, 25 lives, and off of one of my old uncompleted fanfic that revolved around the same concept.

The first time you and Jihoon met, you didn’t know that the both of you were destined to be lovers. All you knew was that he was comfortable to be next to and that was all you needed to know to feel at ease. Bus line number 19 used to be hectic in the early morning haze. The bus was filled with adults in their business attires, students on their way to a seven hour hell hole, and don’t forget, you and Jihoon. Due to the crazy amount of people, the two of you would sit next to each other, because in Jihoon’s mind, it’s either sit next to the sleepy high schooler, stand up throughout the whole ride, or sit next to the most normal person in the entire bus. Without hesitation, he chose the third option. Your bus stop was before Jihoon’s, so you always arrived on the bus much more earlier than him, getting the benefit to be the first to pick the window seat. You enjoyed staring at the window and just daydream about whatever ran through that head of yours. Of course, you were perplexed as to why such a boy would choose to sit next to you, but it was understandable in this situation. The bus was overfilled with people and even you didn’t want to sit next to the high schooler who had drool strolling down their chin. By the summer time, when students were off of school and some adults have learned how to drive, Jihoon and you will still continued to sit next to each other, despite the bus being closed to empty. Half of the seats were available, but Jihoon still walked straight in and chose to sit next to you every time. You didn’t mind. Really, you didn’t mind at all. If anything, there was something about Jihoon that made you feel cozy and comfortable. Having him sit next to you made you feel that the commute was going to be much more easier and smoother than the one before. There was something about Jihoon that made you wonder why you felt this way when you both have never spoke a single word to one another.

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