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˖Ი𐑼⋆ in which ! seonghyeon ends up finding your lost phone and an enemy blossoms… ― ⭑.ᐟ non idol smau swearing fem!reader note! omg i'm so sorry for disappearing :// i've been BUSYYYY but hopefully i get back on my grind :p and this was inspired because i bought an iphone 6 the other day and i'm actually obsessed... like kay bye. n e ways lmk if u want other parts of this!!!! <3 𑣲

ᯓ eom seonghyeon x fem!reader ᯓ synopsis: seonghyeon might be a little in love with his makeup artist! uh oh... ᯓ word count: 1.05k ᯓ warnings: none at all lol just fluff ᯓ authors note: he's so cute i wanna bite his cheeks i need him so bad

summary; you’re upset he didn’t tell you he was leaving again, and he’s way too entertained by your reaction. every time you try to stay mad, he pulls you closer, jokes instead of defending himself properly, and somehow convinces you that being angry might not be your strongest position right now

warnings; argument, upset reader, ohyul not taking her seriously, kiss, petnames

wc; 1,7k - requested

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you slam the door harder than you meant to, mostly because you know he’s already home and you want him to hear it,

and he does.

“you’re back early,” he calls from the couch, voice calm, almost amused

you don’t answer,

you kick your shoes off instead, toss your bag down, and turn to him with that look already burning behind your eyes

“wow,” ohyul calls from the couch, voice light, “someone’s in a mood,”

he’s exactly where he was before; relaxed, stretched out like he’s got all the time in the world, like you’re not standing there about to explode..

that’s what sets you off first,

“don’t talk to me like that,” you snap immediately,

his brows lift slightly, “like what?”

“like i’m being dramatic,”

a pause..

then he hums, slow, “are you not being dramatic?”

you stare at him and he just smiles

that small, annoying, entertained smile that makes your blood heat instantly,

“don’t,” you start immediately, pointing at him like it’ll stop him from speaking, “don’t do that thing where you act like nothing’s wrong,”

his brows lift, “what thing?”

“that thing,” you snap, stepping closer, “you didn’t tell me you’re leaving. again. i had to find out from someone else, like i’m just- what, a fan? a stranger? what is this, ohyul?”

his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile

“you didn’t tell me,” you repeat, voice already rising

he leans his head back against the couch, still watching you like you’re a show he doesn’t want to pause,

“i was going to tell you,” he says casually, a small smile still lingering on his face

“when?” you shoot back, “after you were already gone? when i’m sitting here wondering why my boyfriend suddenly disappears like a ghost?”

“i don’t disappear like a ghost,” he says, completely unfazed

you scoff, “oh really? what would you call it then?”

“work,”

“don’t be smart with me right now, stop smiling,” you accuse, voice sharpening

“i’m not smiling,” he says, but he absolutely is, “i’m listening,”

“no, you’re not listening, you’re just sitting there like- like this is funny,”

his eyes drift over you in that slow, infuriating way, like he’s watching a performance he already knows the ending to,

and then, because he has absolutely no survival instincts, he says,

“you look really good when you’re mad,”

you pause,

then you get even angrier,

“are you serious,” you say slowly,

he shrugs, like actually shrugs

“i’m telling you something serious,” you say, louder now, “and you’re sitting here like it’s entertainment to you,”

“it is a little entertaining,” he admits

that does it

you step closer, “ohyul, i’m not joking, i found out you’re leaving the country from someone else, not you, someone else!”

his expression shifts slightly at that, just for a second

but then he ruins it immediately by leaning forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees like he’s suddenly more interested,

“okay,” he says, “that part.. yeah, that’s fair,”

you blink, thrown off for half a second,

then he adds, softer but still smug,

“but you’re still really cute when you’re mad,”

you let out a frustrated sound, “oh my god, are you serious right now? i’m literally talking about you not telling me you’re leaving the country and you’re- what- admiring me?”

“no i’m listening too,” he says simply,

you scoff, pacing a step back, then forward again like your body can’t decide whether to fight him or leave,

“you’re actually impossible,”

you glare at him

he just tilts his head, still way too calm, still watching you,

“don’t do that,” you warn,

“do what?”

“that face,”

his mouth curves, “what face?”

“that smug, i-know-you’re-going-to-forgive-me face,”

he finally stands up then, slow, but still way too entertained, “i was going to apologize,”

“was?”

he steps closer, “i still am,”

you try to hold your ground, but he’s right there now, and it’s harder to be angry when he’s looking at you like that..

like you’re the only thing pulling him in

“you’re not actually that mad,” he says quietly, like he’s testing it

“i am,” you argue back

he takes a step closer, “you’re just hurt,”

your voice drops, “don’t psychoanalyze me right now,”

his eyes soften for half a second, then immediately ruin it by glancing down at your lips like he’s bored of the little self control he has when he’s around you

“i should’ve told you,” he admits, “i know, i’m sorry,”

you stare at him, still breathing hard,

“that’s it?” you ask, “that’s your apology?”

he smiles again, “no,”

and then, because he’s him, he reaches for you like it’s the most natural thing in the world

you immediately swat his hand away,

“don’t,” you warn,

he pauses, looking mildly amused again, “don’t what?”

“i was going to tell you,” he says, “i just.. kept putting it off, i didn’t want you to get upset,”

you let out a humorless laugh, “wow mission accomplished,”

“yeah,” he admits, a little sheepish now, but still annoyingly composed, “you’re pretty good at being upset,”

you finally look back at him, “don’t flirt your way out of this,”

“i’m not flirting,” he says, absolutely flirting, reaching out for your hand again

you yank your hand back, but he catches your wrist anyway, immediately pulling you closer instead of letting you escape the conversation like you usually do

“stop pulling me in,” you mutter,

“stop looking at me like that then,” he shoots back,

“like what?”

his eyes flick down to your lips for half a second before returning to your face, “like you want me to shut you up,”

you hate how close he is now

you hate more that he looks completely calm about it,

“you’re impossible,” you say, voice shaking more from frustration than anything else,

“you already said that,” he replies,

“yeah because you are,”

his hand finds your waist and you don’t move away,

“i’m sorry,” he says softly.

“i’m not done yet,”

“you’ve been talking for ten minutes,” he says

you glare at him

and he just smiles like he’s won something

“you’re enjoying this,” you scoff

“a little,” he admits

you shove his chest lightly, “you’re so annoying,”

he catches your wrist before you can pull away, but instead of stopping you, he just keeps it there between you

“yeah,” he says, voice lower now, “i’m sorry yn, i should’ve told you,”

you open your mouth to argue again-

and he leans in like he’s about to kiss you, but you turn your face away instantly

he laughs under his breath, like he expected it,

“are you gonna keep this up?” he murmurs,

“yes,” you say immediately

“liar,” he says again

his thumb brushes your wrist slowly,

you hate that it makes it harder to stay mad

“i’m actually going to kill you,” you mutter,

“you’re not,” he says calmly,

you hesitate,

because he’s still looking at you like that..

and you’re still mad..

but not mad in the way you were a few minutes ago,

“you’re still annoying,” you say finally,

he smiles, “i know,”

his hand slides to your waist anyway, like he already knows the answer, like he’s always known

he doesn’t rush you, just stays there, close enough that your anger has nowhere to go except into him

“you’re not making this better,” you whisper

“i’m not trying to,” he says honestly, then softer, “i’m trying to fix it,”

you finally look at him again

and this time you don’t move away when he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips

it’s sweet and gentle, like he’s waiting for you to decide he’s forgiven,

when you don’t push him off, he deepens it just slightly, hand tightening at your waist like relief

when he pulls back, he’s still smiling

“you’re still mad,” he says,

you glare at him weakly, “don’t start,”

he brushes his thumb over your side, “i didn’t mean to upset you baby, i just didn’t know when to tell you,”

“you should’ve just told me immediately,”

“i know,” he sighs, “but-“

“no but,” you cut in, “there’s no ‘but’ to this,”

he only smiles, still that annoying, amusing little smile,

“can you stop smiling, i’m being dead serious,” you groan softly

“i’m sorry,” he chuckles, “what can i do to make it up to you?”

“you tell me,”

“we’ve got an hour until ryul comes back,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather, “so you can either keep complaining.. or we actually make use of the time,”

you blink,

“are you being for real right now?”

he looks entirely unbothered. “you’re the one standing this close to me after yelling for 10 minutes,”

your mouth opens,

then closes..

he leans in again, voice dropping just enough to make your thoughts short circuit, “you’re really hot when you’re mad, you know that?”

“oh my god,” you mutter, but you don’t move away

his grin widens, “yeah like that,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff

“what?” he grins, “you’d rather have ryul here when we do it?”

“we’re not doing anything,” you say, glaring up at him

“say that again like you mean it,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist

“ohyul-“

“yn,”

“no,”

“yes,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff, still glaring up at him

he pauses,

just for a second

then he exhales a quiet laugh, like he’s actually amused by you holding your ground,

“yeah?” he murmurs,

his hand stays at your waist, but he doesn’t pull you closer this time, just looks at you properly

“so,” he says softly, “go on then, what do i have to do?”

you blink, “that’s not-“

“answer the question,” he interrupts, but his tone is still teasing, not demanding

you shove his chest lightly again, “you have to listen,”

“i am,” he says, leaning in just enough that his voice drops again, “i just don’t think you’re actually mad anymore,”

you open your mouth-

then stop, because he’s right, and he knows it

you glare at him anyway, “you’re still not getting away with it easily,”

his grin returns, slower this time

“good,” he says. “didn’t want it easy,”

and when he kisses you again, it’s like a truce you didn’t formally agree to

but didn’t stop either..

mlist ツ

COMING SOON...

˙⋆✮ TOMORROW X TOGETHER HOST CLUB !

SUMMARY: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!

GENRE: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody

PAIRING: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader

INTRODUCING THE HOSTS:

the one where cortis bf actually loses his cool and takes it out on you

cw - idol!bf, angst, hurt no comfort, cursing, various texting personalities, james calls you clingy, martin is a dick + direct projecting/improper communication, juhoon is dismissive, insecure seonghyeon and he takes it too far, keonho is embarrassed of you

check out part two!

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in which . . . your twin brothers best friend larps all your interests in order to get your attention

﹙PRÉCIS﹚, ✿23𝓈 ㅤㅤ ⸻ nonidol keonho & 𝒻. rea 𓂃 Ⓢmau ࣪ ˖ yearner keonho?? 𝄞 ⸝⸝ ⟢ 、first love cuties 𓏏 >﹏<

ℬambi : hi i haven’t posted in Awhile 😳😳 this is my apology for not updating summer boy wit anotha kono work!!!

⋆˚꩜⋆˚࿔ THE GLASSES STAY ON . . .

𖡎 k. ohyul x reader &&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures... all content is purely fictional!

“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?” 

you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty. 

“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read. 

like he knows you’ll probably just be more mad and will end up slapping him for even trying that bs with his limitless but you’re severely underestimating his need for your attention.

you’re reading a book, lying on your stomach, calm in those extra fancy sheets satoru bought for you. and then he’s there. well, right next to the side of your bed, blindfold shoved up above his eerily blue eyes. your head snaps as you see him out your peripheral, jumping back immediately, nearly rolling off your bed when he appears.

“listen, baby—” a book hits him in his face—well almost does. it bounces off his…force field thingy…? if you’re honest every time he goes off on a tangent on his powers you just space out and nod along saying ‘so cool, toru’. he frowns like it’s an insane thing you tried to do that.

“what on earth is wrong with you, gojo!?” your voice is laced with shock, clenching your hands on the sheets, still a little shaken up from seeing his figure randomly appear in your room during your ‘decompressing time’ where you were supposed to be free of him.

“gojo? c’mon, you can’t be that mad?”

you ready your pillow in your hands, knowing it’ll still probably bounce right off if you throw it at him.

“what part of ‘fuck off.’ do you not get?” you’re raising your voice now and he looks physically hurt by it.

“well you said until i was ready to apologize,” he bends down, lying his arms on the bed infront of you while you jolt away. he frowns even more. “and i am, dear.” you kick his hands away when they try and trace his way up your shins.

he pouts like a child denied ice cream.

“i, satoru gojo,” he lies his head on the bed, still looking at you as he crones his head to the side. “apologize to my amazing, utterly gorgeous girlfriend, for embarrassing you infront of your boss.”

“you are such a child.” he sighs. you’re probably right—he got shitfaced infront of all your coworkers on wine coolers and disgustingly sweet alcohol, after insisting upon coming, and saying utter bullshit to your boss like a college kid. “and you just teleport here with your stupid powers? go to hell, satoru.” you throw the pillow, hitting him dead in the face after he deactivates his limitless.

you hate how cute he looks all pathetic like this, letting you throw stuff at him because he deserves this—he does—and just lying his face by your feet all pouty looking up at you. and you hate how his face actually makes you fold.

“you can sleep on my couch, tonight.” his head shoots up, dopey frog looking ass smile spreading across his face.

he ignores the rest of what you say unintentionally while he thinks about how so goddamn happy he is you don’t hate hate him.

he’s so fucking stupid.