#em.drabblegame

I hope you enjoy this one! I made it a little more domestic than outwardly emotional, hope that's okay!

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[10:58]

You broke Seungcheol's glasses again. It was never intentional, of course. It might even be his fault for leaving them under the blankets, knowing fully well you would jump in without a second thought.

You weren't thinking about that as you wiggle the side and watch it separate beyond any superglue's powers. He had just bought them too.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford new ones, nicer ones. Heck, he could buy out the company if he really wanted. But this wasn't the first time this had happened. You had also sat on the last ones and pushed the ones before that off the bedside in your sleep.

Seungcheol had been a dream every time the same calamity has happened, not even sparing the broken pieces a glance before asking if there were shards of glass and if they hurt you.

You weren't betting on him being too nice this time, seeing as he's already in a horrible mood after a bad dance practice.

"Y/n, have you seen my glasses?" This would normally be the time you would nag at him for leaving his stuff in random spots he can never find, but alas, you had put yourself in this predicament and needed to get yourself out.

"Cheollie, I might have broken them," You say, as you walk outside to where you find him trying to fix yourselves a snack.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, his hair is still wet from his shower, Tee also a little wet from the droplets.

You aren't sure if it's your guilty conscious, but you really want him to hold you rigt now.

"Oh" is all he says, turning back around to close the open cabinet.

"Are you hurt? Did you sit on them again?" He asks coming over to inspect the damage.

"What did I do to deserve you?" It's a severely misplaced comment, one that he laughs a little at nonetheless. You didn't mean to say it, but he was going beyond what you'd thought he'd react like already, and the love just comes flowing out.

"What? Because I asked if you were okay? Basic human decency, don't you think?" He says as he places (what once were) his glasses on the counter and takes you in his arms instead.

"Fuck the glasses, I had a long day I just wanna hold you for eternity" he exaggerates, enticing a giggle from you.

His muscles relax into you as he breathes in your scent, there's a quite literal feeling of elation as he registers that he's actually done for the day. He's associated you with calm and refuge, and it shows when there's seemingly nothing you could do or say that registers as wrong.

In this moment, he knows how you feel, that there's a part of you that's thanking your lucky stars. Which you are, as you wonder how you managed to find someone like him.

ANON???? I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

Not me giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl while writing this, this was so fun

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[19:46]

It's Jaehyun's arms that you wake up in, comfortable in the combination of his tee and the coolness of his skin.

You hadn't intended to take a nap, and neither did Jaehyun. One of you had won in that predicament.

You look up, in your stretch, and see him on his phone looking at pictures of - you? Sleeping. You look at what you're wearing in the photos and realize Jaehyun had taken advantage of your vulnerability to snap a couple keepsakes for himself while you napped.

"Was looking at me in the flesh not enough?" you grumble as you stretch your neck up to look at him from his shoulder.

He's smirking slightly as he shuts his phone to turn to you.

"Didn't you call me a creep for doing that last week?"

He's stumped you with that.

You choose to retreat back into his shoulder, accepting a loss.

"Just say you hate me, nothing I do seems to satisfy you" He's letting out a loud sigh, as he adds.

You know he's only joking, but you won't drop another opportunity to remind him of the obvious.

"But I can't say that, can I?"

His smile is getting bigger now as he turns his body on the bed to face you fully, your head still resting on his arm.

"Why not?"

"Because I love you"

"Yeah?" He's leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love you more" He adds before placing another one on your mouth, and another, and another.

You're both smiling now, as you move impossibly closer to each other on the already spacious bed.

You aren't sure when the mood shifted, but you're happy for the rare chance the words tumble out of your mouths.

im thinking like a friends to lovers bc that’s what im getting from this song but it’s completely up to ur interpretation! cant wait to see what u do with this c:

HI BABES!!!!!

I got serious friends to lovers from this too so that's what I did! Shitting my pants rn hope you like it muah

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[11:35]

Dusting your hands on your pants, you attempt to pry Minghao away from the tire when he's not entirely convinced it's tightened.

It was 10 PM on a Thursday night and, Minghao took it upon himself to drag you out of the slum that was your dorm room and to some cliffside he had gone to with his friends. It was also mandatory for his pickup to get a flat tire just before you were about to head back home.

"It's thickening the plot" He had said, attempting to bring his forced positivity into a road with no streetlights and a scissor jack that took him 20 minutes to find.

You managed with your phone flashlights and a couple scrapes, more grateful that you weren't stranded in what was basically a forest by yourselves at nearing midnight.

"Can we sit in the back for a little bit more, I'm pooped" you whine, clambering into the blanketed cargo bed before he can reply.

Hao has an inability to say no to you so he obliges, wondering if he could switch gears a little bit and move to a topic he's been wanting to bring up.

You both are comfy, heads on pillows, looking up at the stars as you whip out your constellation app.

You're checking for Orion when Hao starts to talk.

"Do you still think about Jun?"

You freeze as you hear your ex's name, not expecting the abrupt change of topic.

"Haven't thought about that one in a minute" You reply with a laugh, looking over at him.

You were telling the truth. Because somebody else had taken over the empty space he left, very quickly.

"Why'd you ask?"

He turns to his side to face you, bringing his hand up to his head, elbows supporting.

"Do you have anyone in mind? You haven't gone out with anyone after Jun, just thinking about it"

Your face answers enough for him, and he starts smiling before letting out a yelp.

"There is someone, isn't there?!"

"No there isn't" You deadpan, trying to cover up for yourself.

"Yes, there is! Who is it, tell me"

He's bluffing just as much as you are, but he may be doing it better as you haven't caught on yet. Minghao is smart, observant, analytical; he knows when something's up. So when he began to feel the lingering touches and dreamy eyes, he knew what it was before you did yourself.

Not to say he didn't feel the same way, the window that came about after your split was enough to re-ignite the fire that he had attempted to subdue long ago. You only encouraged him.

It was cute, though, watching you struggle to keep your composure when asked the blistering question so head on.

"I'm not telling you!"

"So there is someone" He strikes the chord.

You look at him, a little like a deer caught in headlights. "That's not fair"

"Not my fault you're stupid"

"You're right, I was stupid enough to fall for you"

The universe had slammed the pause button the second the words tumble out of your mouth. The owl had stopped hooting, the trees had stopped rustling. You had stopped breathing.

You closed your eyes, not wishing to perceive anything. Your mouth with its tendency to voice your thoughts had gotten you in serious trouble before, but you really didn't think you could ever pull something of this caliber.

You wished you never fixed that tire, maybe you'd be left stranded here to die. It wouldn't matter that you had just effectively confessed to your best friend if you were both dead meat for the coyotes.

Unbeknownst to you, Hao had been smiling ear to ear. All smug once he got over the initial shock.

"Thought I wasn't your type?" he asks. He's enjoying your pain a little too much.

"Please, just don't" You moan, hand coming up to cover your face, in hopes of forgetting object permanence and perceiving Hao as nonexistent.

"Oh, you fool" He sighs dramatically.

You were expecting that.

You suddenly feel a hand removing the obstructions from your face, and what feels like a kiss is being placed right on your lips. He's smiling as he cradles your face, despite the awkward position. You open your eyes to look at him, finding him staring down at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

Oh god this song does things to me 🥴

Thank you for requesting and I'm so happy your enjoying my writing!!!

I'm so sorry this is coming out so late too but I hope you like it <333

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[22:59]

He's loving all over you on the couch as you give in to his playful mood. There's a kiss being placed before you can catch a breath; on your lips, your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. Any area of exposed skin was victim to his giggles and affection.

"OKAY! I get it, you're sorry" You laugh along.

Chan hadn't stopped apologizing since he showed up at your doorstep a week ago, begging you to take him back.

Chan had made a lot of mistakes in the rush of his youth, he chose passion over anything else and that often landed him on his back. His resolve was to keep pushing, into and away all the things he thought were getting in his way.

He made a mistake when he thought you were one and reaped.

You've settled down once Chan has gotten over his initial surge of affection, needing to choke you in his hold for a good couple hours.

"I'm sorry"

"So I've heard" You roll your eyes at his nth apology.

Pecking him once more, you choose to hold on to him tightly as he wraps his own arms and legs around you in a death grip.

It was suffocating, but nice, as you melt into the place you missed the most these past few weeks.

Chan, for some reason, feels his eyes water at the weight of you. Not because you were crushing him, but more so the familiarity of the situation was making him overly emotional. He could feel your arms around him, take in your scent, hear you laugh.

Needless to say, it was a lesson learnt the hard way, for him. As pivotal of a part as you were in his own personal success, he realised how much he relied on you to be next to him as a person. How much he missed your mere presence, when he would move to love you and realise you weren't there to receive it with open arms anymore.

He hated himself for giving you a reason to hate him.

thank you!!! 🥰

I will kiss you on the mouth anon may you have all of the good things in life

I blacked out while writing this, I may be a little emotional rn lol Hope you enjoy <;3

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[2:34]

There's a part of Mingyu that can't help but ponder upon the idea of the past. A recollection forms in his mind when he has you laying on him, chest to chest; heart to heart. No words are spoken but there are enough emotions that have passed both of you within the past hour or so.

It was another frustrated aftermath, hands supporting you on the table as you collected yourself from the word vomit that was projected all over you. He didn't mean it to come out that way, but he was only human. A human, a lover; your lover. There was nothing he wouldn't give to the person who's molded themselves into his heart, indented his soul with a print that won't ever fade. If a day may come, where you chose to leave him for all it's worth, he knows your mark will remain for the rest of his days.

A beautiful trace or a brand of punishment; he hopes he never has the misfortune to find out.

You were lying if it wasn't the same for you, it was a beacon of light that had came in the form of the man who now stands before you now, confrontation sweltering in the air.

The universe had been particularly cruel with the people it sent into your heart, a streak it unbelievably broke when Mingyu entered your life. It was your own fault for thinking he'd be anything like the others, and yet you stand here once more, facing the consequence of making the same mistake yet again.

"Tell me why?"

You didn't have a reason, other than the fact that it was fear of protecting yourself. But that was never a probable excuse for whatever uncertainty you'd shown him again; an unknowing risk you took of losing him.

You know Mingyu loves you. The war was over the second you walked out of that past lover's life, it left a scene in your heart depicting a catastrophe of your existence.

Your beautiful boy had picked up your pieces and glued them back into a heart that could love again, one that you willingly gave back to him.

His words have meaning, they have emotion. Emotions of a man who wants the love of his life back from whatever rabbit hole you'd plunged your mind into once again.

You promise him and yourself this would be the last time. He's done enough, and you've had enough of your own wretched, insecure mind. Weakness was not a part of you, and you swear you wouldn't let it foster in your soul any longer.

You told him all this, nothing but determination and love in your voice and in the windows of your soul.

He believes you; he will always believe you. He holds you closer than humanly possible. Sincerity is an intangible entity, but he hopes it touches your heart and you hope the same.

FELLOW CHAN ENTHUSIASTS RISE

I'm so happy to find this in my inbox, I love Chan, you love Chan we all love Chan. Also, SUCH a pretty song, I loved it!! Hope I did it justice with this one

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[23:23]

For someone who's relatively quiet, Chan finds that you talk a lot once it's past 11 PM.

It's a beautiful summer night, cool breeze and the moon glowing brightly for your near-midnight wind-down.

You're both sitting on the cushioned swing seat, on the back porch of the bungalow you and your friends had rented for the summer when Chan has his pivotal realization.

It's something about the new Taylor Swift album, he's trying really hard to pay attention as you ramble about her lyricism, but he's getting distracted by how cute he thinks your voice gets when you're excited.

"Channie, are you even listening to me?" you ask him directly, a little pout forming on your face at his lack of attention.

"Yes, I am, babe. What was it about Lavender Haze?" he replies immediately, not wanting you to stop talking.

You launch back into your explanation, satisfied that he's not distracted.

Chan has his heart written on his face as he's looking at you, arm around your body as you're leaning into him. There's a blooming emotion in his chest that's been spreading into the rest of his body as you continued to talk. Not quite sure what it is, but the moon is rendering your face perfectly aglow, and hair falling into place like they're meant to be there.

Everything is perfect, and it's obvious in Chan's mind.

smtng that can give me butterflies if u could ✨

Thank you for requesting !!

This. became angstier than I expected. So apologies if this wasn't what you wanted but I tried my best!!! I hope you like it.

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[21:16]

Loud music never bothered Jihoon, that was kinda his job.

But when he sees you walk into the crowded club with all of your friends, every unfortunate sound that enters his ears sends an unfathomable ache to both his head and heart.

The point of cutting you off after you broke up was so he could move on in silence. That was never going to happen if he kept you around, so, for both of your sakes, he did the asshole thing and told you to fuck off.

He knew it hurt you because it hurt him too.

He'll never forget the first tears that rolled down your face when you registered his words. He regretted them as soon as they came out. But the damage had been done, and it ensued a cycle. A cycle of ending up in each other's beds anyway, an inability from the both of you to fully break away. It was anger and longing all muddled up in places where they should never have ended up.

Jihoon's supposed solution had become his worst nightmare.

And now, sitting in an isolated VIP room, watching you through a window you can't see him through, he wonders if a coward was truly what he had become.

Thank you for sending this ask, anon!

That song request really projected me back to 4 years ago, I miss Pristin :((

I won't lie, I've never actually written anything gxg but I've made an attempt with this one so I really hope it meets your expectations!!

lawyer!karina x femlawyer!reader

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[10:13]

Your attention is brisk to turn to the person who slammed another brick for your wall of evidence files. One more present for you to read through. The choice words are bubbling in your mouth as you look up but are dumbed short by the mane of black hair and sparkling eyes that greet you.

"Ms. Lee asked me to give these to you," Karina quips.

"Right," You reply, wanting to refute yet another hour of work but unable to say anything to her face. Sometimes you wondered if your boss knew you would never say no to Karina's pretty face.

You play off your prior misjudgment, cool and collected. You're avoiding her eyes and attempting to busy yourself with your ballpoint, scribbling a note to add to your lengthy to-do list. You set down your pen a little too hard, fumbling hands trying to reach for another file on the table.

Karina is still standing there.

You almost short-circuit when she holds your hand in hers, bringing them closer to her face to inspect.

"I love this color on you, I was thinking about getting mine done for my friend's wedding next week", she has a smile on her face as she says it.

You're vaguely registering what she's saying more focused on the soft feeling of her palms, and very aware of the sweat that has accumulated on yours.

You tug your hand away in a panic, mumbling a small "thanks".

"I got them done at the salon down the street" you quickly added, realizing your avoidance of response was probably rude.

"Oh", she says, a little taken aback at your strange behavior.

She knows though, she's known for a while. And your flustered self had always come out as cute to her. How you could never meet her eyes, stiffened up when she spoke to you, the longing stares she could feel when her back was turned.

She was getting impatient now, and running out of excuses to talk to you. So she decides, pulling up another chair to sit in front of you, that she's done playing pretend.

"Y/n?" You look up at the sound of your name. Her heart melts a little at your expectant expression.

She puts on her own face, one that she knows you won't refute.