zabi luvs san

ꨄ︎ pairings: husband!San x s/o!reader

ꨄ︎ context: different ways you both pamper each other..ˎˊ˗

ꨄ︎ genre: fluff + comfort

ꨄ︎ warning(s): none :3

ꨄ︎ a/n: hihi loveliesss!! it's time to unleash my cheesy scenarios once again 😈😈 anyways 😇😇 ateez have blessed us with their recent EP, im living for the concept pics and mv's i luv it 😋😋 this month's scenarios areeee.. San!! i wanted to switch it up a bit again with some longer fics/hc's and do a diff topic as welll, next time i might write whc again or do another bloodhounds s1 post idk 🤭🤭 anywayzzz, enjoy this onee!! luv u smm, mwah! 💕💕🫶🏿🫶🏿 (also dont flame me if there's any spelling mistakes, i finished this whilst half asleep 🥰🥰)

₊⊹ when you're feeling stressed: Not only can he see when you're visibly stressed, he can also sense it. Right now, it was obvious to him—you had your head in your hands, tears leaving a damp imprint on your paperwork and your shoulders were slumped more than usual. He's there. Immediately, by your side. On his knees in front of you.

One arm wrapped around your waist, one hand resting on your cheek. "Hey, darling.. Tell me what's wrong." His words ever so kind and gentle, his tone light and supportive. You shook your head and quickly wiped your tears, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm just.. overreacting.." Those words left a bitter taste in your mouth.

San sighed in disbelief, confused as to why you pushed away your obvious feelings in front of him. "Overreacting? My love, you know that your feelings always come first. Don't undermine yourself, please.." His words came out soft—he meant them. You could tell by his worried pout.

Just his presence was enough to comfort you and calm you down, you couldn't help but let the rest of your tears fall. His sweater became damp as you sobbed into his shoulder and your arms wrapped tightly around him. This was a moment of distress. San didn't rush you. He didn't get annoyed if you kept crying. He just.. stayed, quietly if needed. His arm wrapped around your waist tighter in a secure embrace and his hand down rested at the back of your head, cradling you like a damsel in despair. "I've got you, darling.." San whispered..

₊⊹ when he comes back from work: "Sweetheart, could you please run a bath for me? For.. when I get home?" San's voice rang out as you listened to his exhausted voicemail. "I just want to relax when I get back.. Love you." You couldn't help but smile at his request, he still was adorable despite being tired and half awake. As he requested, you filled up the bathtub with warm water and added droplets of bath oils. Candles of various scents were lit around the bathroom to set the mood, stacks of soft towels rested on the counter top and his favorite shampoos were lined up in order.

Whilst folding his clothes in your shared bedroom, you felt a pair of strong but gentle arms wrap around your waist. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise before you realized who it was, a soft laugh leaving your lips. "Hmm? Home already?" You asked playfully, caressing his arms. San rested his chin on your shoulder and buried his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet scent. "Mhm.." He replied. "Finally home.." You smiled, turning around to face him. "Your bath is still warm, let's go."

The dark and relaxed atmosphere made him feel at ease instantly. At the sight of the beautiful candles, the soothing scent of the oils and the presence of his favourite body wash, he looked at you with affection and a hint of amusement. He could’ve sworn that he fell in love with you all over again. You reciprocated his look of amusement and blew him a kiss before leaving, basically telling him: ‘have fun!’

A musky bergamot scent wafted throughout the house as the door opened, steam coming out of the bathroom like incense. San emerged from the room, with only a towel around his waist and his damp hair was slicked back in his usual style. His eyes darted to you, folding the rest of his clothes in the bedroom. San made his way over to you, leaning against the door as he admired you folding his clothes carefully on the ironing board and sorting them out in neat piles.

He was probably standing there for a good five minutes before you saw him in the corner of your eye. You turned to him, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting..” You said, almost guiltily, and quickly picked out his clothes to wear. San let out a short laugh under his breath before completely enveloping you in his embrace, “Don’t apologise, I’m just admiring what you’re doing.” He said, completing his words with a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You’re really cute..” He spoke up again, this time, in that cute, sleepy voice you liked. You got embarrassed, “San stop..” Shyness began creeping onto your face. San took note of your timidity and chuckled, “Okay, Okay, I’ll stop... But I am telling the truth."

₊⊹ when he's jealous: For the past hour, you've been blabbing on about your favorite types of flowers to Seonghwa. He originally came over just to say hello and catch up with the both of you for a few minutes, which obviously didn't go to plan. To your surprise, Seonghwa had some knowledge on flowers and gardening—which fueled the conversation between you two even more.

Meanwhile, San was sat behind you, listening to your complicated conversation that just sounded like nonsense. He sighed and leaned back on the couch, observing the both of you. He noticed how your eyes seemingly sparkled whenever Seongwha opened his mouth, how your face had admiration and awe written all over it and how Seonghwa himself followed your every move with his eyes. San face contorted into a slight frown, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in him—was it.. jealousy? No, no, it couldn't be. I mean, you both were just talking normally and engaging like regular people. So then, what was this feeling?

As you and Seonghwa continued conversing, San moved an inch closer to you in hopes of getting your attention. Did it work? No, you were completely oblivious to his presence. Alright, well.. How about putting his arm on the headrest that was on your side of the couch? ..Still no reaction from you, Seonghwa only looked at him for a couple of seconds before turning his attention back onto you.

By this point, he began to feel frustrated.. and a little sad. "Y/n.." San whispered once. No response.

"Y/n..!" San whispered a little louder than before—but guess what? Still no response..

"Y/n." He spoke up this time, loud enough for you to hear him. You got startled by his voice and looked at him, "Hun, you scared me.. What's wrong?" You asked, Seonghwa looked at the both of you with a raised brow. San avoided eye contact, despite him wanting you to look at him for the past hour. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and mumbled, "You're here talking with Hwa for so long.. I'm here too, you know." He looked at you with his signature pout. Seonghwa rolled his eyes like a sassy mother, "Y/n, I told you he was sappy.." He murmured under his breath. You looked at him and whispered back, "I know, but I didn't know he was this sappy."

San's head perked up immediately as he heard your not-so-quiet conversation, "'Sappy? You really think I'm 'sappy', darling?" He asked, his tone whiny and defeated. Your eyes widened, "What? No, no! Absolutely not, I think you're really affectionate and.. positively clingy." You smiled, well.. tried to. San leaned his head on your shoulder, giving you puppy eyes. "Do you mean that..? Like, really mean it?" He asked, you nodded and kissed his temple. Seonghwa continued watching this little moment between you two with slight confusion but grinned slightly at the cuteness of it all.

San snuggled you in response to your reassurance, giving light kisses to your shoulder. "My beautiful Y/n.." He mumbled in between kisses, "All mine.." You chuckled at his adorable words and leaned into his touch. Seonghwa couldn't help but smile fondly now, it was clear that you and San were just inseparable..

Could you come up with the Reader being hurt after S1E6's incident. Like they are heavily injured and Woojin and them share the same hospital room too?

I hope that was comprehensive. 😭

hellooo!! thanks so much for your requesttt, the theme is really nice and creative! i hope this aligns with what you requested and i hope you enjoy, my lovelyyy 😋😋🩷🩷

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love is always red ꨄ︎ H. Woo-jin || Bloodhounds Season 1

❦ pairings: Woojin x gn!reader

❦ genre: (comfort) fluff

❦ context: injuries will never get in the way of his affection for you ˚⟡˖ ࣪

❦ warning(s): mentions of blood/injuries/wounds

❦a/n: hihi!! im really excited to share another bloodhounds post requested from a lovely person 💕 our main man in this little story is silly little Woojin 🤭🩷 once again, i had a blast making thisss and i hope you guys will love it tooo! enjoyyy 😋😋 (thanks again for request anon<3)

𑣲Your eyes finally fluttered open, your vision blurry and distorted. The sound of monotone beeping filled your ears. You squinted at the bright, white light of the hospital room where you laid on the bed helplessly. Your body felt numb, like a heavy weight completely crushed your lower body into pieces. What even happened..?

𑣲 Consciousness seemed to hit your brain at that very moment... Woo-jin’s face as the fire consumed the house. The slashes you received from several knives at once. Your body giving out as you laid in your own blood. The feeling of Woo-jin's arms carrying you as he made a desperate, but unsuccessful attempt at escaping. Those horrific memories flooded your brain, making you feel a sudden and intense rush of emotions through your numb body. Tears spilt out from your eyes before you could even process it. The sound of your quiet sobs filled the room, so quiet that it couldn't even be heard over the beeping monitor.. But he heard it.

𑣲 "Y/n.." The tears stopped. You immediately turned your head toward the voice—your eyes widening as you recognized who it was.

Woo-jin.

..But how? The last time you fully saw his face, he looked pale as a ghost, as if all life had been sucked out of him. Now, he was here. Standing in front of you weakly, with a faint smile, holding his IV drip stand. "Y/n.. why are you crying?" Woo-jin asked softly, gently grasping your cold hand. Words couldn't not explain how you felt—how much you wanted to just get up and hug him tightly, how much you wanted him to reassure you that the others were okay, how much you wanted him to hold you..

𑣲 "Woo-jin.." You replied quietly, your tears getting a hold of your words. "Woo-jin, everything hurts.. I can't move my body at all.." You managed to say weakly, it hurt even to speak. Woo-jin's face immediately contorted into a worried expression as he heard your pained words. Despite his own pain, he moved to delicately wrap his arms around you and rest your head on his chest, where your tears soaked his hospital gown. Nothing would stop him. He wanted to shield you from any type of danger from this point forward, he's been kicking himself about this since he became conscious a few hours before you did.

𑣲 His callous, slender thumb gently caressed your cheek. "Shh.. it's okay, you'll be okay. Don't think about it, just relax yourself." He was never good with his words, but now they sounded ever so gentle and tender which instantly made you feel better. He continued caressing his cheek and letting you sob for as long as you needed. The best thing you both had to do now was stick together, since everyone was dispersed. You only had each other.

𑣲 After a few moments, Woo-jin pulled away and cupped your face with his bruised hands. He quietly admired you—even in your injured state, you were still just as gorgeous and beautiful.. but he'd never admit that, obviously. He was scared that you wouldn't take his confession well and be weirded out by it. Despite that, he suddenly realized what he was doing and carefully put quickly pulled away. Hopefully you hadn't noticed..right? Well, little does he know, that his feelings match yours perfectly—but that's another story for another day..

𑣲 A few hours later, you opened your eyes once again and was met by the same bright light. The only difference was that your body felt a little looser and better but still very weak. You were able to move your neck at least, and you looked around the room for Woo-jin. He wasn't there. Weird. You looked at the small gap in between the curtains of the window and saw that the sun was just starting to set, meaning that you probably fell asleep in his arms. Like you always did in the past. There was something about his natural scent that drove you insane, you always so drawn to it since the day you both met.

Oh, how great it would be to just grab him, and—

Your thoughts got disturbed as Woo-jin suddenly appeared in front of you, with a tray of warm food in his hands. "Hey, sleepyhead. Had a good nap? You slept like a baby." He chuckled softly as he gently placed the tray on your lap. You scoffed lightly and nodded in response, "Yeah.. I feel a bit better. I can't seem to move my hands freely, though." You said. Woo-jin nodded as well, picking up a spoon with his unharmed hand. "Mhm, I figured. That's why I'm going to feed you." Your eyes widened. Feed you? You weren't a baby.. You opened your mouth to protest, just to be met with the warm feeling of miso soup on your tongue. The taste sent shivers down your spine, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

𑣲 "Good, right?" Woo-jin grinned, "They gave me some of this earlier, made me feel like I could run 10 laps around this hospital." You couldn't help but chuckle at his words, he really was funny in any situation. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the tray and picked up a piece of salmon from the plate, holding it up to your mouth afterwards. "Salmon, it's good for your blood. Especially since you've lost so much." He sighed, "Anyway, say 'aaaa'!" You smiled, "Aaa.." He then fed you the piece of salmon, which was very tasty since he could see the adorable look on your face that really said it.

𑣲 Eventually, you finished your food and felt way better than you did when you first opened your eyes. You let out a soft yawn, ready to take your 50th nap of the day. Woo-jin smiled, he stayed by your side for the whole day despite several nurses telling him to return back to his bed—which was right next to yours. However, he felt that he shouldn't let you go without a little dessert..

𑣲 Just as you were about to doze off, he grabbed your chin and gently shook you awake. "Hey.. I need to give you something." He whispered. You straightened up, opening your eyes. "H-huh..? What do you need to—" Your words got cut short by his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was slow, but passionate—despite your half slumbering state, you kissed him back and savored the moment you always wanted to experience.

𑣲 ..Well, the moment didn't last long, since a nurse had entered the room. She cleared her throat at the both of you, causing Woo-jin to break the kiss and look at the nurse playfully, "Oh, sorry.. I'll get back to my bed." He laughed softly and the nurse just left. Woo-jin turned back to you and saw that you were completely knocked out—snoring and all. He sighed fondly and made his way to his own bed..

⋆˚࿔ pairings: bf!Gunwoo x s/o!reader

⋆˚࿔ genre: (comfort) fluff <3

⋆˚࿔ context: he accidentally raised his voice at you.. will you forgive him? or not? ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆˚࿔ warning(s): none

⋆˚࿔ a/n: hihi guys, and happy pride month to everyone!! 💕💕 today's scenario is inspired by s1 of Bloodhounds and feature the #1 cutie pie: Gunwoo!! i genuinely love this dude like omggg ur so adorable 🥹🥹🥹 but yeah, kinda embarrassed to say that i’m just now going onto s2 💔💔 but it’s ok 😓 anyway, i hope u guys really enjoy this onee!! 🩷🩷 love u lots 😋😋

ꕤ You clutched Chip closer to you, enveloping the kitty in the warmth of your sweater.. well, his sweater. Who cares, though? He deserves to lose his sweater privileges after making you upset—you were just trying to show him that you rescued a little kitten after all..

ꕤ Maybe he was frustrated? Annoyed? Stressed? You frowned at your own thoughts, you don't care. Not at all. Not one bit.. Chip conveniently lets out a soft meow and looks up at you, as if to say 'stop lying to yourself, you 100% care'. In which, Chip was right. You seemingly did still care, as a gentle knock on your bedroom door did catch your attention almost immediately.

ꕤ "Y/n.. Can I come in..?" You could clearly hear Gun-woo's usual pleading tone, the tone that always made your heart melt. Not this time, though! You turned your head away to face the window, trying to block out the sound of his adorable voice from your ears. Meanwhile, Gun-woo was getting worried by the second. Were you seriously that mad at him? What if you hated him now? These thoughts swirled around his head, making him knock once more. "Y/n, please open the door.. I'm really sorry.."

ꕤ No response.. He sighed and hesitantly opened the door, peeking his head inside. He saw that your back was turned to him and noticed that your body was shuffling nervously, as if you were trying to hide something from him. Gun-woo shut the door behind him as he entered the room and quietly walked up to you until he reached the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out to gently hold your arm, but refrained himself and called out your name again instead. “Y/n.. please.. look at me.” His words gave it away that he was pouting.. Well, he already was to begin with but now he’s pouting extra hard—puppy eyes and all. He really wanted you to forgive him.

ꕤ You, however, kept facing the window. No matter how much you wanted to look at his gorgeous face, he still snapped at you at the end of the day. You kind of knew that you were overreacting, but you couldn’t possibly let him discover that.

ꕤ That was it. He had no choice but to force an answer from you.. with love, of course. Gun-woo climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders whilst simultaneously placing you on his lap. His arms moved from your shoulders to your hips, making sure there was no escape. Aside from a soft gasp, you didn’t react to his actions and tried to keep a straight face. He took that as a challenge.

ꕤ Grinning like a puppy, he whispered against your neck. “Well, since my dearest love seems to be ignoring me, I’m guessing they wouldn’t mind if I..” He trailed off and immediately started adorning your neck with kisses—slowly. Something that he knew you LOVED. You visibly shivered, and he felt it. Gun-woo could read you like a book, he knew that a swarm of butterflies fluttered in your stomach at that very moment.

ꕤ He continued with his teasing kisses, trailing from your neck to your bare shoulder as he gently rubbed his hands up and down your arms. The feeling of his touch layered across your upper body sent multiple shivers down your spine. You couldn’t hide it now. He always knew how to get you out of your shell.

ꕤ Your lips parted, finally ready to say something. However, Chip beat you to it. She leaped out of your sweater and climbed onto your boyfriend’s chest. Gun-woo gasped lightly and chuckled as he gently hold of Chip, delicately using his thumb to rub her small ears. He seemed genuinely amused, “Look at the kitten.. It’s adorable.. So cute.” He said, almost in awe. “Just like you.” He looked at you and gave you that same grin.

ꕤ You rolled your eyes and turned, to straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a small pout on your lips. “That’s what I was trying to tell you literally an hour ago.. before you got mad at me.” You mumbled and his smile faded. A remorseful look fell on his face again, "I'm still sorry, though.." He sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Anything I can do to make it up to you..?” You contemplated his question, playing his soft hair as you hummed in thought. “Hmm.. I guess I was overreacting a bit.. But, cuddles will do.” You smiled, poking his cheeks.

ꕤ Gun-woo's eyes lightened up, glad that he could do something to make you happy again. He then laid you down on the bed and rested his head on your chest whilst intertwining his legs with yours. He looked up at you, "Comfy?" He gently asked, you nodded and continued playing with his hair. A soft sigh came from him as he felt your touch, and gently scratched Chip's belly. Chip looked rolled onto her back and meowed adorably, eliciting a small smile from him as she pawed at his hand.

ꕤ A few snuggles later, Chip was fast asleep on your stomach. It was a truly adorable sight in Gun-woo's eyes; his one and only resting peacefully with their new pet. He gently hugged the both of you, resting his chin on your shoulder, and gave you both a tender squeeze. You chuckled lightly and took his hand in yours, now giving his hand a tender squeeze—to which, he squeezed back and gave you a sneaky kiss. A kiss that'll seem to last more than 5 minutes..

𑣲pairing: husband!baekjin x s/o!reader

𑣲context: your husband finally comes back, after abandoning the union.. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𑣲genre: angst-y + a little fluff (toward the end)

𑣲warning(s): mentions of pill use/overdosing.

𑣲a/n: sighhh, hey guys 😭😭 this one.. it's a lot. i was literally stressing whilst writing this, but it was worth itttt!! prepare for lots of angst and emotion, you'll need it 🥹🥹 im getting a little better at writing these short stories, and though it's hard not to ramble on and change everything at the last minute—i really, really enjoy making stories like these and i hope that you guys will enjoy this one too! lots of love<3 – z💕

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᯽ ݁˖ Tonight was just like the other lonely nights without him. Even just thinking about him was a burden.

You set your steaming cup of tea down onto the nightstand and leaned back into the bed; the same tired, stressed expression etched onto your face like it has been for the past weeks. The silence in the room was deafening, your soft robe meant to make you feel comfortable started to irritate your skin, you could feel a pulsing feeling in your head that wasn't there before. Why does this keep happening?

Instinct. Impulse. Your fingers immediately wrapped around the fifth bottle of pain relief, amongst the other empty ones. The tip of your thumb immediately made its way to the cap, ready to flick it open. This isn't good for you.. yet, your mind can't resist. Your heart beats irrationally without it. It's a problem, but you're not bothered to solve it. Since, he doesn't bother to show up.

As your fingers tighten around the bottle, your thumb is just about ready to completely tear off the cap. However..

"Ahem."

You got startled, making your thumb pop the lid off of the bottle by accident and resulting in a multitude of red and white pills sprawled out across the floor. You looked down at the mess, not daring to even look up for once second. The floor usually wasn't that interesting, but it was very intriguing at this very moment. The sound of footsteps creeped up on you, until they halted in front of the medication.

"What's all this?" Baek-jin...? You couldn't even recognize his voice, partly because your mind was still it's hazy state but mostly because.. he just hadn't been there. You titled your head slightly to look at him in the eyes—once cold but gentle, now completely soulless. His hair was a mess, unkempt but still presentable in a way. His lips dry and cracked, the bags under his eyes were practically pillows carrying all his tiredness. Baek-jin looked like a corpse, but you felt like one.

"Answer me, Y/n." His chilling words jolted you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat, "It's just painkillers." You responded simply, too simply.. almost like you wanted him to care, ask questions—just do anything but stand there, still distancing himself whilst being in the same room as you. Baek-jin scoffs, it's a cold and uncaring scoff—the opposite of what you hoped for. "Really? I leave for a bit, and you want to try and overdose? How foolish of a marriage partner can you be?" His words practically stab your already wounded and weak heart, but you don't sit there and take it. Not anymore.

A frown began to form on your face as you straightened up your body to look at him dead in the eyes. "Even if I did, you wouldn't bat an eye. You're so selfish and negligent, I don't even think I could consider myself as your 'one and only', a marriage partner. It feels like I'm more of a forgotten acquaintance than anything.." Your firm words seem to tug a sarcastic smile on his lips, it was clear he didn't take you seriously—even in your desperate state. Baek-jin took a step forward, several pills crushing under his shoes. His lean hand reached up to loosen his tie, then bury itself in his pocket afterwards.

"Hey. I've been working my ass off for months and months. Risking my life every day. What have you been doing? Sitting at home, sulking like the ungrateful person you are? This is what I get in return for almost dying? You're lucky I haven't—"

You cut him off.

"There you go again, blaming me for things I never asked you to do! I told you to change, I told you to turn back until it was too late. Yet, you're still holding on to the shred of hope you had as a teenager—some sort of dystopian, violent loan shark business!"

You stood up and also took a step forward, crushing more pills.

"That 'Union' organization is ruining you, ruining us. At this point, I'd be better off—" "I left."

Silence.

Your words died down in your throat. He... left? This couldn't be.. It had to be a dream right? You were neither happy or sad, just.. unsure. Your stomach churned with nervousness. It couldn't be this easy. Baek-jin spoke up.

"I.. I was planning to leave a long time ago." He said softly, looking down at the floor. "Then.. My father died, a couple of days ago. I didn't see the purpose of staying any longer after that. So, I left." He shifted uncomfortably, "Not without a 'beating of betrayal' obviously. I handed my position over to Mr. Geum."

Your face was the definition of shock and inner conflict. Is that why he looked so.. pathetic? They beat him? You didn't even want to think about it, your knees were already weak, your heart was beating irrationally—this time, not from the lack of pills, but from an overflow of emotions. You were already kneeling on the floor desperately before you could even process it, your eyes spilling out a numerous amount of tears that hit the floor like rainfall.

Baek-jin's eyes widened in panic, and for the first time since you've both met—he was by your side. He was immediately on his knees by you, his arms around you like a protective barrier and his hand placed gently on the back of your head like you were a delicate artifact. Baek-jin had never seen you act this way, not even when he used to criticize you day by day before he went away. He didn't know why you were doing this, was it the drugs hitting you or what he said? Was it both? Honestly, he still did not know.

He knew one thing, though. He knew that he didn't deserve to touch you after being absent, he knew that he didn't deserve your tears, he knew that he wasn't going to be forgiven just like that by you—and rightfully so. However, he couldn't help but bring you closer to his body. Your head rested on his chest as you continued bawling, it was an instinctive thing. You couldn't help it. Even after all the months of pain and suffering Baek-jin delivered to you for no reason. He was still married to you.

You still loved him.

And that's the problem. You didn't know that this man thought of you every single day, cried a little at the thought of not seeing you again, looking back at your pictures on his phone to reminisce earlier, better times. Baek-jin loved you too, but he didn't know how to show it. He was brought up with violent love, the thought that immersing yourself in violence and corruption to support your partner was acceptable to both sides of a relationship and kept it stable. It's all he ever knew.

All those time he'd snap at you, sleep in a different room, not come home—that was his way of coping. Deep down, he knew it wasn't right but thats what his heart moved him to do. Moving away from the Union, meant breaking free from the shackles of coldness and isolation.

And you knew that, but enough was enough at the time.

The question is: Would you both hear each other out and rekindle your hidden love?

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♡ to view the first part, click -> part one! ♡

𝜗ৎ pairings: whc 2 boys x fem!reader (both as parents)

𝜗ৎ context: when your precious baby daughter, Yuna, starts to cry.. who gets up first?

𝜗ৎ genre: fluff for gotak and baku + teensy bit of angst for baekjin 💕

𝜗ৎ a/n: okayyy, here's the final part (part 2) it's a little bit of a read, so get comfy! 😋 i'm honestly so proud of this, i think this might be my best work 🥹🩷 thanks so much for the support you guys have been showing me by interacting with my posts and commenting, i really appreciate it. love you guys to the moon and back 💕💕 i normally don't write this much for baekjin but i felt like some emotional damage would be the cherry on top after baku's silliness 😭😭 but yeahhh, i thoroughly enjoyed making this detailed, 2 part headcannons/scenarios and i hope that you guys will enjoy it too!!

고현탁 - Go Hyun-tak (go-tak)

⋆ Go-tak loves having you sleep on top of him, the way he gently slides his hand up and down your back and presses tender kisses all over your face until you both fall asleep. Tonight was that night again. Yuna had been falling asleep easily recently and not waking up as much during the night, leaving you and Go-tak with more free time to spend together.

⋆ You both had cuddled each other to sleep, looking forward to a slow and calm morning the next day. Or so you thought.

⋆ Yuna had seemingly left dreamland and began wailing softly. Gotak's eyes opened immediately, as if he sensed that these past nights had been a little too peaceful so he was prepared. He gently shuffled from under you and laid you down on his spot on the bed, tucking the blanket over your shoulder. He strolled over to the crib with a tired expression on his face and picked Yuna up, holding her against his chest. "Why are you crying now, hm? You were sleeping so peacefully.."

⋆ A few minutes later, you also woke up—less prepared and more caught off guard. Your gaze shifted to Yuna and your husband, who was peppering her little face with kisses and quietly cooing at her. You sat up on the bed as he began making his way over to sit next to you. Go-tak leaned his head against yours, Yuna still sleeping against his chest, and let out a deep sigh.

⋆ "She's an indecisive one." He muttered softly, "That's how I know she's your daughter."

박후민 - Park Hu-min (bakuuu)

⟡ You weren't home tonight, you were spending the night at your mother's house to look after her. Before going, you gave Baku a list of things he should do such as changing Yuna's diaper, feeding Yuna her milk or how to ease Yuna back to sleep. Every single one of those responsibilities seemed to fly over his head but he didn't want you to worry too much, so he just nodded and smiled.

⟡ By then time you were gone, Yuna was fast asleep and clutching her little blanket as she snored. Everything seemed fine, until Baku thought it was a brilliant idea to start reheating the soup you both had for dinner. The clattering of bowls and utensils as well as the opening and closing of the fridge was enough to make Yuna squirm in her crib.

⟡ She began to get restless and kicked her little feet up in the air, eventually starting to cry. Sirens immediately went off in Baku's head as he quickly rushed to the bedroom, where he was met with a crying Yuna. He took her in his arms and gently shook her, "It's okay, it's okay.. your dad is here now, hm?" He reassured, but she kept crying. Was he doing something wrong? Baku tried cradling her slowly but that made no difference. He sighed, frowning slightly as he tried to piece together an idea. Okay, time for plan B.

⟡ Plan B wasn't exactly the best either. He tried toys, still crying. He tried pacing up and down whilst gently shushing her, still crying!!! He tried giving her milk like you asked.. and she accepted it! Before Yuna moved her face away from the bottle and.. threw up on him.

⟡ Baku froze, his whole body going still. Did his own daughter just.. throw up on him? He looked at Yuna, who was now sleeping innocently and blissfully with perfectly clean and dry clothes; as opposed to himself who was dripping in milk flavored vomit. Wonderful.

⟡ Along with the delightful stench of his new accessory, he picked up another scent. A scent that smelled like.. SMOKE?! Baku immediately darted to the kitchen, Yuna still in his arms. He kicked the kitchen door open and found you standing by the stove, hand on your hips with a stern expression and the soup all over the floor and stove. It was everywhere except for inside of the actual pot.

⟡ Baku's eyes hesitantly met yours. He was screwed for sure.

⟡ You looked at his vomit stained shirt, your daughter sleeping peacefully and then at the mess all over the floor. A sigh escaped your lips before you could catch it and you closed your eyes in exasperation, half expecting for this mess to be just a horrible dream. Meanwhile, Baku gulped nervously.

⟡ "I..I can explain.."

나백진 - Na Baek-jin

❦ Baek-jin isn't home. He never was. He's been gone for the past two weeks, dealing with with new recruits and life threatening changes in the Union. You let the breeeze gently comb your hair as you stood on the balcony, your eyes followed the movement of each car passing by as if trying to spot your husband's car.

❦ You let your mind wander towards hurtful thoughts. Does he even care anymore? What if he's in danger..? Similar statements swirled around in your head, you didn't even notice the numerous tears spilling out of your eyes before your chest felt tighter than it was before. You felt neglected. Tired. Frustrated. When will it ever end? Will it get better?

❦ As if sensing your distress, Yuna began to shift and shuffle uncomfortably in her crib. Her little hands messed up the pillows and blankets on her baby mattress, she always made a mess to get your attention.. and it worked. You tear filled eyes turned the image of her crib into a blurry muddle, forcing you to blink away those tears and weakly make your way toward her.

❦ Yuna's delicate hands gripped onto your shirt as you held her against your chest. You started off with some gentle rubs on her back and quiet shushing, though it seemed to fall on deaf ears as she continued crying and wailing. You sighed. Maybe she was hungry? The bottle being thrown back at your face said otherwise. The crying only got louder, and louder, and louder. It just didn't stop.

❦ Your hands began to tremble, but your hold on your daughter was still tight. Where is that damned man?! You began to get frustrated, what could possibly be more important than your own daughter and wife that you have to leave for so long? Tell me. Please, Baek-jin.

❦ The sobbing only got worse. Yuna's sobbing or yours? You didn't know. You couldn't know, because you couldn't think straight. But you knew one thing, you couldn't do this anymore. His absence affected you both, his apathy was the final twist of the knife. You were starting to regret every life choice that brought you here. You were starting to regret even getting with Baek-jin. You were starting to regret ever having—

❦ The door clicked. The soft sound of the door shutting afterwards accompanied it.. But who could it be? At this time as well. Only one person had the key to the house, except from you. Baek-jin. Yuna immediately stopped crying, as if she sensed her father's awaited return.

❦ Baek-jin's eyes landed on your exhausted figure. Life's struggles seemed to have on your knees. Literally. He sighed and tossed the keys onto the nightstand, and then walked over until he was right in front you. You couldn't look at him. After he left you in this heart crushing mess and pain? Absolutely not. Yet, "Let me hold her." He asked and you complied. Despite the lack of communication in your relationship, neither of you could deny the feeling of silent love, care and affection that simmered throughout your bodies.

❦ He held Yuna with gentleness you've never seen before, even in his rough state he was afraid to break or hurt his little girl. Yuna slept soundly from the moment he came in. What she needed wasn't reassurance from you or milk, but the presence of her father for at least a few moments.

❦ Yuna was soon tucked into her crib like she was originally. Baek-jin's gaze was focused on his daughter for a few moments before turning around and looking at you, sat on the bed now and still avoiding his eyes. He exhaled softly before lifting up your chin with his finger, making sure your eyes now met his. He acknowledged that the former light and sparkle in your eyes was now gone, replaced with something more.. empty and dull.

❦ "You should've called." His thumb gently rubbed your chin, "I would've picked up."

♡ for part 2, click here -> part two! ♡

𝜗ৎ pairings: whc 1 boys x fem!reader (both as parents)

𝜗ৎ context: when your precious baby daughter, Yuna, starts to cry.. who gets up first?

𝜗ৎ genre: fluff

𝜗ৎ a/n: hey guys, happy april! this time we have short scenarios with the whc 1 boys, i really enjoyed making this one 😋😋 it's also my bday tomorrow!! so im excited abt thattt 💕 also, there will be a part 2 on these scenarios, where i will do a whc 2 boys edition and that is coming out either later today or tomorrow ♡ so yeah, i hope you enjoy this oneee! :3

연시은 - Yeon Si-eun

𑣲 You're both fast asleep; Si-eun's arms wrapped protectively around you even in deep slumber, your head rested on his chest.

𑣲 Yuna's soft cries and whimpers suddenly echo through the room. Her small chubby arms were outstretched as she tried to grab the air and her tiny feet were kicking against the fluffy blanket, which was now pushed to the side.

𑣲 Si-eun seemed to have opened his eyes at the same time as you did, but he moved faster. His hand was gently placed on your arm, stopping you from moving any further.

𑣲 "Stay there.. I'll get her.." He said groggily and slowly got up from the bed, making his way to the crib. You tiredly watched as he delicately cradled the small bundle of joy in his arms, making Yuna's cries turn into satisfied coos. The rough pads of Si-eun's fingers gently trailed down her damp cheeks and over her tender nose, Yuna morphed a small, gummy smile at the feeling.

𑣲 Once she entered dreamland, Si-eun placed her back into the crib and gently tucked her in with the discarded fluffy blanket from before. A faint sigh escaped his lips as he looked at his precious daughter once more before climbing back into the bed. By then, a fond smile was on your face. You loved when he was a gentle mess.

𑣲 He noticed the expression on your face and became slightly confused. "What's so funny?" He asked, as he pulled you back into his arms. You placed your head back onto his chest and replied, "Nothing, let's go back to sleep."

안수호 - Ahn Su-ho

୨ৎ Su-ho was spooning you as you both slept, his arms wrapped around your waist and his legs intertwined with yours. He'd been recently coming home late due to his extended shifts at work, the demand has never been this high.. which explains his loud, old grandpa snores.

୨ৎ The sound of his snoring occasionally pierced the silence of the room and seemingly reached Yuna's little ears, making her squirm and whine in the crib. Her whines soon turned into cries, joining your husband's loud snores.

୨ৎ Your eyes fluttered open and slowly turned to the crib where you could see your little one's chest heaving as she cried. With heavy eyes, you sluggishly shuffled towards the crib and took her in your arms.

୨ৎ "It's alright.. Mama's he—" Your gentle words got interrupted by another loud snore, making Yuna's cries get louder. You groaned and dragged yourself over to the quiet living room, the stillness of the room was accompanied with soft rain. You closed the bedroom door and sat on the couch with Yuna still in your arms, having calmed down a little. A soft expression slowly creeps onto your face as she looked at you curiously and snuggled further into your arms.

୨ৎ After a couple of gentle lullabies and back rubs, you finally managed to get Yuna to return to sleep.. And he saw all of it. You noticed Su-ho leaning up against the door frame, watching you with a faint smile on his lips. "..I woke her up, didn't I?" He said, his tone a little guilty. He quietly walked over to you and sat on couch, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulder.

୨ৎ You looked at him, and he looked at you—both with heavy eyes and an exhausted smile. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on your head. Su-ho's hand gently caressed Yuna's cheek as he muttered to you, "You have a beautiful voice.."

오범석 - Oh Beom-seok

✿ Beom-seok's head laid on your chest as you both had your arms wrapped around each other. Today hadn't been so pleasant for the both of you.. Meeting Beom's dad wasn't the most exciting thing ever. Every insult, every sharp glare at you.. it hit deep for some reason. 'You aren't good enough for my son!' 'You don't even look half decent!' 'Do you really think you deserve my son with the little money you have?!'

✿ His father's words constantly swirled around your head on the way home, and they're still present now. A tear slipped from your eye subconsciously, you didn't sense it. But Yuna did.

✿ The constant squirming started again, just like it had been every other night. Yuna began to cry. This time, her small hands were punching the air like it owed her something. You remained in your slumbering state but Beom-seok opened his eyes, looking at the crib worriedly. He gently untangled himself from your embrace and walked towards the trembling crib.

✿ Beom-seok took Yuna in his arms and tried to lull her back to sleep. "Shh.. It's going to be okay, Yuna.." His unsure words didn't seem to make a difference, so he tried quietly singing to her instead.. which also didn't work. He sighed, "How about a walk around..?" Beom-seok asked, more to himself than Yuna.

✿ They exited the room, leaving sleeping you on the bed. It seemed like Beom-seok went up and down and all around the house to get his daughter to stop crying, but nothing seemed to work. Pacifier? No, Yuna spits it back in his face. Milk? No, she's not hungry. Walks? Nope, she just keeps crying.

✿ By then, he was exasperated. He tried everything, but Yuna kept wailing. He was so tired, he felt like his legs were about to give out and so he sat on the couch. Silence. Stillness. Yuna went back to sleep.. but how? Beom-seok had never been more confused, but he didn't question it. She was sleeping now, and so was he. He immediately passed out and began softly snoring but still kept a tight hold on Yuna.

✿ You couldn't help but crack a small smile as now you watched from the doorway. Without wasting any time, you made yourself comfortable beside him on the couch and snuggled the both of them until you feel asleep too. Happy family.

u are berry cute! ᰔ ᩚ C. San

pairings: farmer!San x fem!reader

genre: fluff

context: going berry picking with your loving husband <𝟑 .ᐟ

warnings: none

a/n: hello everynyan! i'm back with another post, this time it's a little different cuz it's a short story! i honestly can't wait for summer so i decided to make it a summer-y fruity theme 🥹💕 sorry for the long wait on this one, i had a very eventful week and remembered that i still have one exam left to complete [sob] .. buttt, i'm doing my monthly post and that's all that matters! enjoy this oneee 😋😋🩷💚

ꫂ❁ Living in a small, quaint town with lots of sunshine meant berry picking every 3 weeks in the months of June and July in the field that San owns. It's a little tradition between the two of you, giving you a chance to shine your creative skills when baking with these fruits and having your beloved husband enjoy them. The month of July was now approaching. You had your straw hat on that San gave you for your 5th anniversary, a white babydoll dress with delicate lacing and ruffles, and a pair of comfortable sandals. The slight breeze in the warm air gently caressed your hair as you waited patiently for your husband, he had the tendency to take ages when getting ready—but you couldn't really blame him, he wanted to look his best for you after all..

The sound of his soft footsteps could be heard behind you, and when you turned around.. it's like you fell in love with him all over again. His hair was slightly tousled but still presentable, he wore that sheer, white dress shirt that he loved and a pair of flared trousers (as well as his cute little pout of course!).

San held up two large straw baskets, "Are you ready, my love?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

You smiled lovingly and took one basket from him, hooking your arm through the handle. "Of course I am, darling. You know how fun this is for us." You bumped his shoulder playfully and he laughed. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Well then, let's go."

The sun's rays beamed tenderly onto your skin as you both made your way onto the field—it wasn't too far, just a 10 minute walk. The pleasant sight of the blossoming green grass and the blooming flowers filled your heart with a joy of admiration, not to mention the striking colors of the vibrant and ripe berries laid down atop the bushes and trees. You didn't even realize you stopped in your tracks until San gently tugged your arm.

"My love, why did you stop walking?" He asked, taking in your expression with slight amusement.

You turned your gaze toward him a gentle smile on your face, "Look," You nodded towards the bright field. "All your hard work has paid off, I'm so proud of you." San's cheeks flushed a delicate pink color and he looked away with a chuckle. "There's no need to flatter me, I just did what was needed." He said bashfully.

You giggled at his shyness and continued walking, tugging him along and San obviously followed like a lovesick puppy. The grass was cool and damp and he was the first to step in it. However, you were a little hesitant—there was lots of small bugs and butterflies traveling through the dirt and grass and San knew it made you squeamish if you had accidentally stepped on one.

He noticed your hesitation and sighed, "Sweetheart, come on." He tried to gently guide you into the grass, but you stayed put where you were.

You continued to remain at your spot before San suddenly picked you up bridal style, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckled, "Next time, listen to me."

At last, you saw it—the awaited moment.. the berry zone! San set you on the path that led to the all the bushed and trees, you wasted no time to hurry over there and pick a fruit. A small chuckle escaped from him at your eagerness and he quickly ran after you. San watched lovingly as your lips wrapped around a small strawberry—the berry was unbelievably delicious and had the perfect amount of sweetness to it.

Your eyes widened happily as you ate the rest of the strawberry and you quickly shoved one into San's mouth, taking him by surprise. The flavor of the berry seemed to hit him a little differently, his eyes were closed as he savored the taste of it and he was practically a melting puddle. The fruit seemed to entrance him into a hypnosis as he unknowingly reached for another strawberry and ate it.

San opened one eye, "Darling, you know what I think?" He said, his lips slightly stained with strawberry juice.

"What?" You responded, looking at his dazed expression with a grin. He put on his signature pout, "I think, you should make that Japanese strawberry shortcake I love so much.. Pretty please~" His doe eyes twinkled as he pleaded.

You could never resist his requests, let alone his adorable pout. A breathy chuckle left your lips as you looked back at him, "Of course I can, dearest. Big or small?"

"Big, obviously." He delivered a strawberry flavored kiss to your nose, making it scrunch up cutely. San pulled away and admired the sparkling fruits, "Well, let's get to work, my love."

For the next hour, both of your baskets filled up. Layer by layer, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, cranberries, and gooseberries filled up in the vast space of both of your baskets as you enjoyed the moment of peace and snacking together.

The sun finally started to set, meaning it was time to go back. The bushes and trees were now empty. Your head rested on your husband's lap as you both laid on the bed of grass. Words weren't exchanged between the two of you in this moment, only gentle touches and loving gestures. One of his hands intertwined with with yours, the other one gently raking and combing through your hair as your eyes remained closed. The bright light of the sun was getting dimmer, but none of you dared to move an inch.

Think about it. Two lovers, the beautiful moment they currently share, and the thought of a delicious Japanese strawberry shortcake..

That sounded berry cute..

-end <3 tbh i don't really know what to think abt this one. it's good, but it's not my best work (i think) — i honestly tried my best to not rush but also not ramble on, so i hoped u liked this one and i'll see ya next timeee!

Heart Stealer .☘︎ ݁˖ whc 1&2

❀ parings: whc boys x reader

❀ genre: fluff

❀ context: their reaction when you steal a kiss from them (and their heart) ❤︎

❀ warnings: none

❀ a/n: hello people! happy black history month to my lovely people of color ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ also, ATEEZ's new album/ep is just mwah i love it 🤭🤭 'Ghost' is probably my new fav song lolzz ★ anyway, i hope that this kinda fits into the theme of valentine's and yeah! enjoy today's headcannons!!! 🩷🩷

Yeon Si-eun

❄︎ His eyes widen as your lips connect his own dry lips, his breath hitching. It was a small kiss but it clearly had a big impact on him.

❄︎ When you broke off the kiss, he slowly turned to you with a dumbfounded expression. “Why.. Did you do that?” He’d ask, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. You shrugged teasingly, trying to play it off.

❄︎ When you tried to get up and leave, he grabbed your wrist with a gentle grip. You stopped and looked at him, “Hm?” He hesitated. “Do it again..”

Ahn Su-ho

❄︎ When your lips briefly connect with his, he lets out a startled sound. He looks at you like you’re crazy and laughs breathily, “You’re really something, aren’t you? Kissing me like that in the middle of my story.”

❄︎ He wouldn’t let you live it down for the next 5 minutes, playfully shocked at how ‘bold you were getting’ or trying to convince you that Si-eun’s soup you ate yesterday was making you feel things.

❄︎ “But seriously, though.. Can you do that again?”

Oh Beom-seok

❄︎ You swore he nearly fainted from shock as you pecked his lips. His face flushing a cute pink colour instantly.

❄︎ As you pulled away, he didn’t look at you. He couldn’t. Your hand came up to rest on his cheek, turning his face towards your own. “Beom, what’s wrong?” He didn’t answer for a few seconds before a small smile painted his lips, “You kissed me..” He finally managed to softly drawl out, placing his callous hand over your own.

❄︎ His heart and mind raced, he couldn’t ignore the tingling feeling on his lips. He squeezed your hand lightly, “Could we.. do that once more?”

Baku (Park Hu-min)

❄︎ For once, he shut up. “What was that? Did you just–“ He was flabbergasted.

❄︎ He was in denial, that wasn’t you who kissed him. It couldn’t have been you! .. right? His little goldfish brain was working overtime to comprehend watch just happened..

❄︎ He frantically paced front and back in front of you. He seemed genuinely distressed. You rolled your eyes and tried to speak up, “Baku, why are you—“ He suddenly grabbed your shoulders and shook you slightly. “Y/N! You’ve gone soft! Are you okay?? Did Jun-tae force you to watch his silly cartoons again??” He asked, all in one breath.

❄︎ It took you a while to bring him back down to earth and once he calmed down, he looked you with puppy eyes. “Can I have another kiss to prove my theory?”

Go-tak (Go Hyun-tak)

❄︎ This time, you both initiated the kiss—only to pull back when you realised that you leaned in at the same time. Go-tak smiled sheepishly, tugging at his sleeve to somewhat distract himself. “Ah.. sorry. I didn’t—“ His words died down as your lips touched his for a short moment, his hands instinctively placed on your hips.

❄︎ He pulled away, looking at you fondly. “You’ve never kissed me like that before, what’s gotten into you?” He joked, now gently rubbing your hips.

❄︎ He lazily lowered his gaze to your lips before looking back at your face, “Wanna make out?”

Seo Jun-tae

❄︎ He gasped softly, his body feeling hot all of a sudden. He touched his lips hesitantly, as if he didn’t believe the kiss was real.

❄︎ After a few second, Jun-tae gave a little smile as he tried to regain his composure. “Wow.. I.. I need to write this down..!” You watched in fond amusement as he scribbled down the date and what just happened.

❄︎ After he finished writing, he fixed his glasses before speaking up. “It’ll be our secret, right?” He shifted awkwardly but still with a cute smile on his face. “I won’t even tell the others at the club.”

Geum Seong-je

❄︎ Seong-je ducks his head before your lips even touch his. “What are you doing? We’re in public?” He said, almost disgusted. You sighed in an exaggerated way, “You’re right..”

❄︎ After that, he focused back on his game but you wouldn’t let him walk away without a kiss. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, placing a light kiss on his lips. Seong-je’s expression remained the same, as if he expected you to do that.

❄︎ As you pull away, he scoffed slightly and pulled you closer. “You never listen, do you?” His own rough lips collided with yours, his callous hands gently gripping your thighs.

Na Baek-jin

❄︎ He’s too busy kissing Baku instead..

end :3

pairing: gotak x reader

context: small things he does that are adorable ᰔ

genre: fluffˎˊ˗

a/n: hello everyone! so sorry for my gap in posting, my mind has been pretty empty lately and i could barely focus on what i was writing 😓😓 sooooo i've decided to make these mini/bite-sized cute headcannons! sorry if this is rushed 🤧💔 i just really wanted to post lolz (ᵕ—ᴗ—) enjoyayayayay :D

⏾ he kisses your palms when you're upset

⏾ always lending you his hoodies when he sees you even slightly shiver

⏾ tickling you awake

⏾ always begging you to come at his basketball game and cheer him on, which you always do. at the end of the game he runs up to you and holds you in a snugly embrace, nuzzling your neck. "i did it.. i won, because of you." he mumbles against your soft skin.

⏾ he turns shy whenever your friends are present, he fidgets with his sleeves

⏾ always respectful when he eats, unlike a certain someone... (baku)—if he accidentally stains your clothes, he will immediately apologize and make it his mission to get your clothes as spotless as before

⏾ when you're off doing something or aren't looking, he attempts to draw you. he nudges you once he's finished and presents his rough sketch of you. "wow.." you say, "i didn't know you could capture me like that." you smiled fondly to which Gotak became flustered and returned your smile. he loves getting praised.

⏾ he always repeatedly rubs his cheek in a deliberate manner when you're cuddling, almost as if he wants something from you.. which he does. "why do you keep doing that?" you ask softly, toying with his hair as he rested his chin on your chest. "i don't know.." Gotak replied in a playfully oblivious tone. you suddenly caught on and chuckled, leaning closer to kiss his cheek—to which he hummed contentedly and attacked you with aggressive-but-cute cuddles.

end! (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

pairings: bsf!San x reader

genre: mostly fluff

context: 'We're literally just friends..'

warning(s): teensy bit of suspicious activity at the end 🤯🤯

a/n: heyyy... hope ur having a good day/night! i just want to clear some things up abt 'Sickeningly Sweet' part 2—long story short: im not good at long stories like that 😭😭 i literally just wanted to experiment with it and kinda overestimated my ability to write for that long. halfway through the story, i'd just be rambling and things wouldn't make sense so i'm really sorry for the delay and lack of communication. i tend to find headcannons, scenarios and short stories to be more easier and will definitely be continuing with those. as for topics, i kinda just wanna do my own thing with things i know and hopefully it will reach the target/new audiences! •ᴗ• anyway, i hope u enjoy this one, i just wanted to switch it up a lil and at least write something good as a compensation 😽😽 enjoyyyy 💗💗 - zabiꨄ︎ 🎷🐛

When he's tired𖦹

• It's like a switch goes off in him, he turns into a puppy. San is always on your bed with you, despite claiming to be independent.

• Every part of you is suddenly his own personal pillow, his favorite part of you is your thighs. That's where he does most of his storytelling until he's snoring.

• Will accidentally call you 'baby' or 'sweetheart', claiming that he's soooo tired.

• Looking up at you with his doe eyes, speaking to you in his sleepy voice whilst holding your hand.

Comforting you₊⊹

• At times, he wouldn't know what to say. San would just hold you with his head against yours as you sobbed on his shirt, tears welling up in his own eyes.

• He could always sense if something was off

• When he did say something, it melted your heart. Always. It showed he cared about you more than anything, he cared for you in a way that no one did. It's the way he did it too.

• "I love you.", "I'm not going anywhere.", "You're more than enough." He'd whisper these heavy truths against your chest, listening to your heartbeat calm down as you took in his words.

• Wiping your tears, holding your face as he looked deep into your eyes.

Breakfast timeˎˊ˗

• San's head would lazily rest against yours as your fried some eggs. He would follow you around like a puppy, looking past your shoulder to see what you're making—and occasionally grabbing a tiny piece of it to nibble on without you noticing.

• His hood would always be up, it's the best way for him to wear his comfy hoodies whilst loitering around the kitchen.

• Whilst you spend your time assembling the breakfast, San wraps himself in a blanket and lays face down on the couch, out of boredom. You looked over at him and chuckled, "What are you doing?" You ask, San replies with a tired mumble. "I'm channeling my inner caterpillar.."

• Now, it's time to eat! Fried eggs, waffles with syrup, bacon and berries are at the table. You take your time eating, gathering reasonable portions of each food. San, on the other hand, was practically swallowing the whole table—waffles in one hand, berries in the other. You placed your fork down and looked at him worriedly, "you should slow down, take your time." You said softly, to which he looked at you with those puffed cheeks and absolutely adorable puppy eyes; making you melt immediately.

•Once your little feast was over, you moved to take the plates but San stopped you, "Sit down, I'll do it." He said with a grin, his mood cleared up after some yummy food.

Supporting him backstage༝༚༝༚

• The stadium was buzzing with excitement, fans screamed the song lyrics to the final song. The boys on stage moved fast but gracefully, dancing along with the lights and effects. The adrenaline was present in a high amount, it was a night to remember.

• As the song came to an end, fans cheered even louder. Each member had a huge smile on their face, saying their goodbyes and having their final interactions with the fans.

• One by one, they came through the curtain, leading to backstage where you patiently waited for San. Wooyoung came in first and gave you a grin, "You're always here, aren't you? Do you ever go home?" He asked playfully and laughed, eliciting a scoff and then a smile from you. "Mind your business." You responded.

• San finally came through, panting and sweaty. Crew members handed him water and he nodded his head as a thanks, before approaching you with his usual smile. You held out a towel in his direction and grinned, "You were great out there, I loved it!" He chuckled at your words and took the towel, patting down his body with it. "Thank you, it's hard trying to keep up sometimes."

• You guys spent some time enjoying each other's company with the other members, laughing and cracking jokes and enjoying snacks. After a bit, it was time for the members to disperse in their dressing rooms. San was the last one to get up, he looked at you and sighed. "I guess I'll see you at home, then?" He said as he stretched, his biceps flexing slightly against his shirt. You nodded and sighed along with him, "Yep, I'll make us something to eat." He hummed in acknowledgment and suddenly turned around to look at you. You looked at him in confusion, you opened your mouth to ask him why he was looking at you—only to be met with his lips against yours.

• Your hands immediately cupped his face, his hand rested your hips as his arms snaked around your waist. Your back hit the wall, prompting San to deepen the kiss. A twist of soft moans and whines were created by the both of you, no words could express the passion behind this simple kiss. His hips started grinding against yours, bucking into you as if asking to fulfill his needy desires. Something so simple—so small, now turned into a lovemaking session, backed up by all those times you spent together and the emotions you both felt. You definitely weren't going home in a sane state tonight..

-End (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

pairings: whc boys x fem!reader

context: different ways you spend a sunday with themᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

genre: fluff + comfort

a/n: hello hello everyone ^^ i have decided to make some more headcannons/scenarios for whc! (and this time they're more happier lolz) i decided to go a little bit in depth to make these hc's better for guysysysys ✦ quick notice! so sorry for the wait! it was exam week for me this week, so i wasn't able to write as much as i usually do. i was just so busy and had 0 time for myself 😭😭 'Sickengly Sweet' part 2 will be delayed unfortunately bc i'd like to make it as accurate and enjoyable for you guys, so that will take long :sob: ✦ hope you guys enjoy these hc's even tho i said i was gonna do other stuff 😛😛 - zabiᰔᩚ

Yeon Si-eun ༘⋆

dancing in the rain

• Si-eun will look at you, with his hamster eyes, as if you're mad or from another planet. There was no way he'd get himself wet just for-

• Next thing he knew, he was stood in the rain like lost child, getting absolutely drenched whilst you pranced around him happily. The sound of the rain pattering down on the ground, along with your voice singing along to the song playing on your phone, flooded the empty streets. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was enjoying it a little.

• His eyes would twinkle with amusement, and you didn't miss that little detail. You grinned and grabbed both of his hands hopping around and spinning him around, his expression softening as he tried hard to not put a smile on his cracked lips.

•Eventually, your hyper dance would turn into a slow dance. Si-eun's arms were wrapped around your waist, your head resting on his chest. He didn't mind the dampness of his hair and clothes. The rain had died down a little but was still present. Your movements were in time with his, passionate and full of love. A small sigh escaped your lips, despite the cold - you were completely warmed up and blanketed by his silent affection.

Ahn Su-ho⋆˚࿔

cuddling and sleeping in

• It was the afternoon, a peaceful one at that. No classes, no loud people, just you and Su-ho. He has his arms and legs intertwined with yours, like a baby koala, snoring softly.

• His hair was messy, his nose was buried in your neck - messy but comfy. But it got uncomfortable real fast, you frequently got a dead leg or arm. When you tried to shift, he shifted with you. When you turned, he turned with you too all subconsciously. He'd wince slightly if he shifted onto a cold spot of the bed, but he didn't care, you were like his personal heater.

• As you opened your eyes, the room has a orange hue. It was almost nostalgic, it made you so happy for some reason. The smile ghosting over your lips grew even more at the sight of Su-ho laying on top of you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You lifted your hand up to run your fingers through his nest of hair, curling your fingers through each strand, gently tugging on it. You heard his breath hitch and stopped, hoping you hadn't hurt him.

• Instead, he groaned even more when you paused. Su-ho tilted his head upward and opened one of his eyes to meet with yours, "Why'd you stop..? I was enjoying that.." He said groggily, nudging his head against your hand like a cute puppy.

Oh Beom-seok❤︎

collecting sea shells with him (and failing miserably)

• The sun beamed down at you, lighting up your features and making your skin shimmer. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and accidentally picked up a piece of plastic instead of a sea shell.

• You noticed this, and smiled. “What’s wrong?” You asked, he cleared his throat and looked away. “Nothing, it’s just.. You look really nice.” He turned his head to look back at you with a longing smile.

• It was nice to see him finally warm up to you, it melted your heart. You eagerly shuffled closer to him, getting sand on your shorts - but it was worth it. You gave him the biggest hug imaginable, almost suffocating him with how tight your grip was, but he didn’t mind.

• You broke the hug after a few long seconds, a beaming smile on your face. “I’m glad you’re happy.” Beom-seok smiled back and looked down at his bucket which seemed full. Full of rocks.

• A small giggle escaped your lips and he sighed, “It’s your fault for distracting me with your beauty..” He said softly, dumping the rocks out of the bucket.

Seo Jun-tae｡𖦹°‧

coloring session

• You found these cute anime coloring books at a market, and Jun-tae lost his mind. He'd always show them off to his friends and take them with him to his geeky club. You didn't even know what was in these books, but you still appreciated the bear hugs you received whenever he's mention that you bought them.

• His room was cluttered with posters and figurines, all surrounding him as he colored. You entered his room and sat on an empty part of his desk, "enjoying your little session?" You asked gently, and he looked up at you with a shy smile. "I am.. I kinda have been doing nothing else.." He chuckled slightly.

• He invited you to color with him and passed you a Doraemon coloring book with some coloring pencils, nodding to the paper with a smile. Your heart skipped a beat at his thoughtfulness and you accepted the supplies happily.

• The atmosphere was tranquil, accompanied with faint lofi music in the background. It was silent between you two, but a comfortable silence. You looked over at Jun-tae, taking in his adorable features, the way he bit his lip in concentration, how his dolly eyes shyly averted from yours whenever you caught him staring. Smiling softly, you went back to coloring, restoring that peace and silence in the room.

Park Hu-min (Bakuuuu)⋆˙⟡

chicken shop date

• What a better way to spend your day than to have a friend date with the happiest guy in the world in a yummy chicken shop. The smell of fresh fried chicken filled the air, making your stomach rumble as soon as you walked through the door. Baku's dad was the owner of the shop and made some delicious chicken, you can literally taste the hard work and effort.

• His dad gave you a slight nod of acknowledgment, to which you smiled back at him. You and Baku sat down and he started rambling. You groaned mentally, once he started blabbing on, you could never get him to stop.

• "-and then Jun-tae told me about.. What was it again?" Baku frowned slightly in confusion, you tilted your head slightly. "Was it about Si-eun knowing Newton's third law?" You responded and he beamed a big grin at you, his eyes widened as if he'd found gold. "Yes! That was it! U-turn's third law! Man, Si-eun is so smart, I wanna be like him one day." Baku said proudly, and you tried so hard not to laugh but tears were already pricking the corners of your eyes and the laughter was at the tip of your tongue.

• Anyway, Baku collected the bowl of chicken from his father and set it on the table. You both dug right in, savoring the spice and sweetness of the sauce as well as the tenderness of the chicken. You took your time eating, but he ate so fast - you could've mistaken him for a lawnmower or vacuum. You swore he'd eat you next. He cleared every single piece of meat off the bone until there was only one full piece of chicken left. Baku leaned back in his chair, whining like a baby. "I feel pregnant.. Wait- no, like a balloon.." He said breathily. You couldn't tell if he was acting oblivious or not to the fact that he only left you with one piece to eat.

• The bowl was now empty, and you two were now full. You were about to stand up, before he grabbed your hand gently. You looked at him, "What?" "What's the rush? You have something on your cheek.." Baku replied, his thumb now connected with your cheek and carefully (and surprisingly lol) cleaning the sauce off of your cheek and wiping it on a tissue. "There, no more saucy y/n." He grinned like a cute rat, and you couldn't suppress the smile that was appearing on your face.

• You and Baku both walked out of the shop, laughing together about something whilst taking in the fresh night air and admiring the bright moon standing out in the sky.

Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)⭑.ᐟ

starting a makeout session at the campfire

• Sunday was almost over. The sun was slowly dimming its lights, letting the moon take the spotlight; it made a nice mix of pink and orange in the sky. The fire crackled and snapped among the pile of sticks, emitting a warm wave toward you.

• You and Gotak were both damp in your clothes, the swim in the lake might've not been a good idea. But it was worth it, the splashing, the laughing, the affection. That's something that only you and Gotak together knew how to do well.

• His arm was wrapped around your waist and his chest pressed against yours, cuddling you as the fire watched over the both of you. He turned his head to look at you, "Y/n" Gotak said softly and you shifted to face him, "Yeah?" "Thanks for today, you make everything better." He finally expressed with a gentle smile, his fingers intertwined with yours. Your playful expression left, replaced by a look of adoration.

• You grabbed his crinkled shirt with your free hand and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his soft ones. Gotak's eyes widened but he quickly got the gist and kissed you harder. You didn't know how, but your were now sat on his lap, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. His arms are glued to your hips and his tongue was now prodding your lips, asking for permission. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue dive in. But that wasn't the only thing he was diving into that night..

Geum Seong-je ʚɞ

gaming with him (gone wrong.. again)

• Seong-je always made sure you were there at his gaming sessions, whether it was at your place, his place or the rundown bowling alley - you never left his sight. He'd always involve you too, teaching you how to play the game and then getting mad when your 5x better than he thought you would be.

• Today was no different; fresh pizza and a box of cigarettes on the coffee table, various sound effects and music blaring through the tv speakers. It was chaotic but fun. The clicks and Seong-je's sighs were all you could hear. He desperately spam clicked one of the buttons on the controller, hoping to win at least one game. To his surprise, he lost.. again. He threw the controller on the counter, knocking down the box of cigarettes. You turned to him with a small grin, "What's wrong?" You asked playfully, tapping his thigh. He scoffed and gave you the most dirtiest stare ever, "I'm not playing anymore, since you want to cheat." There was a small whine in his tone which made you giggle.

• And that whining would go on for the whole night, until you got tired of him poking your in the head every 5 seconds and saying "cheater, cheater". Your brows furrowed in annoyance, "Would you stop that? You get so butthurt about the smallest things." Seong-je gave you a lopsided smirk, "No." and continued poking your head. You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily, "What can I do to compensate?" "Buy me pot noodles.. With a cold drink." He immediately answered, his hands now in the pockets of his sweatpants and the smirk still plastered on his face.

• After he got his pot noodles and drink, he was happily munching whilst slurping loudly just to irk you. You squinted your eyes at him in annoyance and he squinted his eyes back, mimicking you. You couldn't hide your smile and chuckled a little bit. "Do you forgive me now? You asked. He swallowed his bite and leaned back in his chair, "One more round."

Na Baek-jinᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

early morning walk

• The sky was painted black with a hint of blue. The clouds were no where to be seen, revealing the pretty stars up above. It was 5am, and he needed to go sort something out. But he'd never do anything without you by his side, even if he didn't show it physically or verbally.

• He walked on the side closest to the road. Both of your arms were interlinked with one of his arms, your head rested on his shoulder with your eyes half open - it was clear he dragged you out of bed, but you couldn't complain if it meant cuddling him all day and him pampering you.

• "Don't close your eyes, you'll bump into someone." Baek-jin mumbled in his usual monotone voice which startled you a little, jolting you awake. You sighed, "Sorry.. I'm just so tired.." A small yawn followed your words, making him not-so-tense anymore. He shifted his arm to wrap around your waist and gently brought your head to his chest, accompanying his actions with a gentle rub on your back. You snuggled him in return, catching him a little off guard.

(i didn't know what to write for baek-jin 😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed this one :D)

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pairings: grumpy bf!Choi Han Gyeol x shy s/o!reader

genre: fluff + slight comfort + slow burn-ish + descriptive writing

plot: coming out of your shell just for your bf after a busy day❤︎

warnings: none!

w/c: uhh 6k maybe? 😭😭

a/n: hey guys! TYSM for the likes and new follows regarding my new post!! i super duper appreciate it and i'm glad you enjoyed it 💙💙💙 today's fic is based on coffee prince ( i absolutely adore that show, it's so adorbs 🥹🥹 ) and it's a long one! i'm still getting used to writing on here lolz so i wanted to start off easy by breaking it into parts. Part 1 will be small, fluff context fic (aka: doing all the talking) and part 2 will still be a fluff fic whilst having the characters being a little active <3 once again, i apologize for any mischaracterization!! dont be shy to show some love if you like this partttt and enjoyyyy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

The sun's rays peaked through the blinds as it set, casting a warm glow in the living room. The house was quiet. Still. Tranquil. The perfect atmosphere for a Friday evening. The book sat loosely in your hands, your eyes barely scanning over the words before flicking the pages. Your mind was occupied, trying to miserably count down the seconds of when the door would open. You might've been at the number 13 before the sound of keys jingling at the door filled the silence.

Han Gyeol walked in. Tired, grumpy, annoyed. You raised your head to look up at him, the book in your hands now long forgotten as he started to walk past you. The keys were tossed onto the bookshelf mercilessly, along with his jacket being lazily folded over the chair. Han stood by the sink, pouring himself a cup of wine. You bit your lip in a conflicting manner, your heart racing at the mere thought of having to face his weird mood. He was your boyfriend, sure, but he was unpredictable. Unpredictable enough to snap at any small thing.

Before you could even register what you were doing, your steps were already taken toward him. Hesitation and slight fear were starting to simmer in, but you tried your best to cool down those burning emotions and raised your hand to connect with the broad feeling of his back. Han Gyeol's breath hitched, however, he kept his lips pressed in a thin line and his brows furrowed. "What do you want..?" He asked, his voice low with a hint of shakiness. You shuffled uncomfortably, feeling the warmth of your palm creating an unfamiliar, inviting feeling with his skin. You felt bad for him, he was constantly exhausted and stressed out..

"Are you okay? You seem really-.." You paused. "-..really tense and down." You managed to get out. Gyeol sighed, turning his head to look at you with those dark, doe eyes of his that were slightly different to each other. It never failed to make you want him more, despite your shyness. "Running a business is hard, I never expected it to be this way." He replied, with that usual bored tone of his. His words were accompanied with a sigh and his hand now resting on his face. He continued, "So much maintenance and things being expected of me. It seems like my self control has slipped right out of my hands, I always look like a kid with anger issues." He tried to joke but his words came out dead. Your expression contorted into one of worry as you continued listening in to his little vent, your hand curled up against his back.

Han brought the cup of wine to his lips, taking a few seconds to let the feeling of the strong substance seep into his veins before he continued. "Not to mention how my grandmother wants me to do so many things at once, she thinks I must be a superhero just because I managed to get high sales on the second week. Such high standards.." He paused to take another sip. His free hand buried into his pocket balled up into a fist, straining against the fabric of his tailored pants. Gyeol said these next words with burning hatred. "Go Eun-Chan, that hard headed troublemaker. What a reckless boy he is." Your lips cracked into a smile at his tone, he did really seem bothered by that the most. As well as how he still didn't figure out that Eun-chan was a girl, but that's a topic for another day.

Normally, you weren't open to affection as much. Han Gyeol didn't mind, but that was definitely something that bugged him and you were starting to see that.. Your eyes averted to the floor, an expression of deep thought on your face. Meanwhile, Han swirled around his cup to gather the last of his wine before gulping it down. The cup was set down with a soft thud, followed by a small groan. "You know," He turned his head more to look at you, scanning you head to toe. "If you aren't going to say anything, you might as well just-" His words abruptly ended as your chest pressed against his back and your hands were placed on his toned forearms, you knew a simple gesture like that would make him feel all fuzzy inside.

Your head rested on his shoulder, "Getting angry too often isn't healthy.." You began, not knowing where this newfound confidence was coming from. "Let me help you cool down, I don't feel like I do much for you anyway." A soft laugh escaped from your lips. Gyeol's eyes nearly popped out of its sockets as he looked down at you. He was shocked. Perplexed, even. A huff of laughter also came from him, genuine laughter. You put a smile on his face, something you thought you could never do.

"What happened? You can talk now?" He responded, that usual, lazy smirk of his returning back onto his lips. An annoyed tut sound came from your mouth, accompanied with a slight nudge to his thigh. Han snickered, "Alright, alright." He replied playfully, now turning his body fully toward you and holding your forearms instead. "So, you want to help me? How will you do that?" Gyeol's fingers ran up and down the curve of your elbows, you sighed. "How about a massage? I'm pretty skilled with that stuff.." The realization hit you that the words sounded weird in a different context and that you were actually doing this. "I.. I still want to take things slow, though." You quickly added which watered down his smirk into a small smile.

His eyebrows suddenly raised in faux interest. He knew it wasn't entirely true, so he decided to use a sprinkle of his charm on you. "Hmm.. A massage? That sounds pretty good, but are you sure you can't do anything else..?" Han Gyeol knew what he was doing, with his neck craning down to make his face inch closer to yours with every teasing word that came out of his mouth. Until the very tips of your nose touched and his breath fanned over your lips. His words were innocently spoken but had a double meaning to them, and he knew that it messed with your head. The tip of his nose averted from your own and nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sliding upwards in a slow and gentle manner. He breathed in your warm scent and exhaled against the skin of your collarbone, his hands gliding up and down your whole arms.

Your breath hitched, "If you wanted cuddles, you could've just said that in the first place.." You mumbled weakly, your hands immediately went to clutch his arms which were now wrapped around your waist. Shivers glided down your spine and your eyes closed, his movements eliciting an audible shaky sigh - completely contradicting your words of 'taking it slow' earlier. Han Gyeol finally brought his nose back against yours as well as his inviting lips ghosting over your own.

Your eyes opened and shifted to look slightly upward, meeting with his own. You were in a trance, not even nervous anymore, just mesmerized; lost in those enticing, deep pupils of his and those soft lips of his just begging to be connected with yours.

His lips parted, "Cuddles are out of the picture, they'd never compare to what you just offered to give me. It might sound stupid, but honestly? This is what I needed. What I craved for." He brought his callous hand up and connected his palm with your cheek. "I know you're the one for me, because you know exactly what I crave.. Even if it's in silence." Before you knew it, he leaned in for a kiss. Your lips parted to gasp but he took it away before you could even do it. His words brought an unfamiliar feeling to the lower parts of your body. An unexplainable feeling, a feeling a man like him could only give.

Everything around you became a faded picture, the focus was only on the two of you. How his lips pressed more against your own, how his tongue swiped lightly over the inner part of your lip. His thumb gently caressed your cheek, the rest of his fingers tilted your head down a little. He wanted to get everything. Every single inch of your mouth was not to be missed by him. His former sour mood, his coldness, the weight of his day - all gone. The only thing clouding your mind was how he felt against you and how you even got the confidence to come out of your comfort zone and offer your (usually locked off) affection to him.

Han Gyeol's back hit the counter. There was no way he was going to stop here. No way. He did care about you, willing to go this far to just feel your warmth for the first time. Just for a massage.

pairings: whc boys x fem!reader

context: how they react when you ask them to put sunscreen on your back<3

genre: mostly playful fluff

a/n: hihi everyone!! this is my first time writing smth like this on tumbler :D these hc's are inspired by some of my favorite writers who do them and i wanted to try it out for myself ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ note that most of my work, going forward, will not be all like this and will consist of short or long fics or something like that about some of my hyperfixations and popular topics: squid game, kpop, some anime, etc. also if there's any spelling mistakes or mischaracterization (idk how to spell it 😓😓) i'm sorry, i kinda just freehanded it 😭😭 so yea, i hope u like this and feel free to drop a like or give any tips on how i can write better<33 enjoyayyayaya :D

Yeon Si-eun

• will hesitate at first but give in, trying to ignore the stares directed to the both of you

• his calloused hands contrasting with the smooth texture of the sunscreen sends a shiver running down your spine

• his touch is rough but gentle, he didn't want to hurt you

• he'd do your arms and backside too, pretending that your rather plump features didn't fluster him

Ahn Su-ho

• will gladly take up your offer, his signature cocky smirk brushing over his lips when you first asked him

• "so needy." he says playfully, to which you gave him a light smack on his arm

• doesn't care if people are watching, in fact, he makes it even more obvious that he's putting sunscreen on you

• his touch has you feeling like a memory foam mattress (lol idk), he rubbed your back so sensually with his experienced hands that you almost fell asleep

• he'd take off his shirt and turn around, pointing to his back with thumb "my turn?"

Oh Beom-seok

• will also hesitate at first, his breath hitching and his hand trembling as he reached for the cream

• is careful when rubs the cream in, delicately coating your soft skin

• he can't help but let his eyes wander, and then blush fiercely once you called out the abrupt stop

• "would you mind doing my arms..?" he'd ask softly, pulling up his sleeves which revealed his pale arms with a few veins visible

Jeon Yeong-bin

• that stupid smirk of his would appear and he'd snatch the bottle out of your hands, "you don't have to ask me twice"

• would brag to his friends about it, secretly snapping a pic you and posting it on his insta story

• willingly lets his eyes roam freely on your backside - before you kick his face with your foot which gets sand in his eyes, "AHHHH, WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!" he'd scream like a little boy

Park Hu-min (Baku)

• practically jumps up to his feet with a huge grin on his face, "of course i can! of course i can! turn around!", he'd exclaim quickly

• accidentally puts too much on your back and quickly panics, murmuring a bunch of 'sorry's and 'forgive me!'s

• he lathers the sunscreen rather messily and gets distracted by a baby crab nearby. "Baku, my back is burning!" you'd say as his eyes fixated on the small creature. "look! it's a lobster!" "Baku, that's a crab!"

• would come up with an excuse to feel your warm hands on his toned stomach and v-line, "how about you put some sunscreen here?" he waggled his eyebrows at you, making you sigh heavily, he knew you wouldn't refuse his offer

Go Hyun-tak

• would look up at you with those dolly eyes of his and hold his hand out for the sunscreen bottle

• he was gentle with it, unlike a certain someone.. he would make sure your back was completely covered

• he'd draw small smiley faces and doodle small flowers with the cream before rubbing it on your back

• would occasionally tickle your sides and snicker softly at your giggles

• spots a cut on your back and tries his hardest to go around it safely with the sunscreen, he immediately stops when he hears you hiss slightly in discomfort

• would purposely straddle your back, knowing you could feel everything

Seo Jun-tae

• his adorable little smile would fade in, nodding enthusiastically

• would ramble about the recent anime he had watched, and you'd listen with a smile on your face

• he'd pause with a short 'oh!' coming out of his mouth when he accidentally gets sand on your back, subtly wiping it away whilst hoping you didn't notice or feel it

• he'd draw crooked hearts on your back and chuckle like a little fox

• his tongue would stick out a little and his brows would furrow slightly in concentration

• he'd bite his lip a little, gaining the courage to ask you "i-is it my turn now?"

Geum Seong-je

• would take the bottle out of your hands before you even asked. "turn around"

• he'd shamelessly splatter his initials on your back with the sunscreen, snapping a quick pic after

• as for the rubbing? you couldn't even recognize him anymore, he was unbelievably gentle. he wanted to coat your back with precision, even if his face said otherwise

• "do you really need to use this fancy stuff?" he'd scoffed, though he secretly loved the smell of the cream and how it made your back sparkle. "do you want me to burn?" you asked with a small smile, and he looked at you as if he wanted to say 'yes' so badly

• despite his attitude, he would give an icy stare to anyone who would try and look at you for even one second

Na Baek-jin

• his eyes stared blankly at the sunscreen in your hands for a few seconds before taking it in his own hand

• he was quiet the entire time, his face showing little to no emotion

• however, he gave some good massages and this one had you practically melting in his hands

• he'd lather your thighs and legs without you asking, loving the feel on your body on his skin even if he didn't say it verbally