Sorry guys, this one is on the shorter side cause I just lost inspiration for it but I hope you like what I have of it :)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:sub!chanyeol, sub!sehun, dom!reader, voyeurism, rimming, oral (male recieving), mentions of handcuffs, threesome, pwp, mommy kink

Helping Hands

“Oh fuck!” Sehun cried out, his hands darting down to tangle in your hair as your tongue swirled around his tip yet again. Internally, you let out a small huff while glaring up at him. A whine forced its way past your boyfriend’s lips as you pulled away, another escaping as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands down to be pinned on either side of his head. 

     "C'mon baby boy, we talked about this. Keep your hands to yourself or I’ll have to bring out the cuffs.“ You lightened up your hold on his wrists at the look that crossed his face.

     "I’m sorry mommy, I’m really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!” You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he’s in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn’t want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn’t have a choice.

     "This is your last warning sweetheart.“ He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun’s phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room. 

     Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates’s girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn’t even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.

     His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn’t hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy’s eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

     Sehun’s back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend’s thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger’s entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun’s chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.

     The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol’s bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn’t take long before he decided it wasn’t enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.

     Sehun’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn’t you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

     "M-mommy!” He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.

     "Oh?“ Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn’t realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby.” You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this. 

     Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they’d been unknowingly spending time with? What if-

     "Chanyeol!“ The boy’s head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?” He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on. 

     "I asked if you’d like to join us. There’s a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can’t seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated.“ You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

     "Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?” All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. “Use your words.”

     "Y-yes mommy, I can do that.“

     "Alright then darling, go ahead.” The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you’d barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn’t help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.

     Oh this was gonna be fun.

I’ve finally finished it lmao. It only took forever but I’m finally feeling productive so hopefully I’ll be able to push out a few more things soon (no promises but we’ll see)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:It gets kinda angsty with Seungcheol thinking he’s weird for liking both of you at the same time but there’s a happy ending

Sensitive Pup pt. 3

Ever since that fateful night with you and your lovely boyfriend, Seungcheol’s brain had been buzzing with thoughts. Thoughts that had left his heart in the pit of his stomach as well as a headache crashing through his skull. Everyone had noticed their leader’s distress as he fell victim to his own insecurities, but no one knew what to do about it. Everytime they asked he would wave them off, claiming he just hadn’t been sleeping well. Since the boys couldn’t figure out what the issue was, they turned to the one thing that always lifted his spirits- you.

     You had been pretty confident in your ability to get the truth out of him since he had always been closest to you, aside from Mingyu of course, but one step into his studio told you it wouldn’t be that simple. His head snapped over to you as soon as you entered the room, and a sudden tension smothering the both of you in the small space. You sent him an awkward smile.

     "Uh- hey! The boys were telling me how worried they were about you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright.“ 

     "O-oh, uh- sorry to bother you I guess. No need to worry though, everything’s fine here.” He said with an obviously forced smile. You raised a brow as he seemed to shrink into his chair, knuckles white from his death grip on the armrests and his shoulders almost up to his ears as he refused to make eye contact with you.

     "You sure? You seem a little… tense. You’re not sick are you?“ You asked, stepping closer to him to rest the back of your hand on his forehead. The feeling of your soft skin against his made his heart do somersaults as he fought to keep all his blood from rushing up to his face. He hurriedly grabbed your wrist to push it back to your side.

     "No no no I-I’m fine really, just a little tired. Now if you’ll excuse me I have- uh- work to do. Yes! Very important work so- uh- I-I’ll see you later.” He didn’t give you any time to respond before lightly pushing you out the door, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by his actions. Were you the reason he was acting so weird? Your heart sank at the thought, trying to think of anything that you had done to warrant this behavior from him as you trudged down the hall. 

     Seungcheol, on the other hand, was still standing at the door he had just pushed you out of, heart lodged in his throat as he pressed his forehead to the smooth wood in front of him. He pushed a shaky sigh past his lips to stop the tears that had built up from falling down his face. Why her? He thought. Why now? Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he sat down in his computer chair. Why do feelings have to be so difficult?

❤

     It had been three days since you had checked in on Seungcheol, and according to the rest of the boys he had more or less returned to his old self. He would still catch himself drifting to thoughts of you and that night but had ultimately decided that his new plan would be better for the both of you. Sure, one might say that ignoring someone that had been your best friend for years because of a silly little crush is childish, but at the moment he could think of no other option. To him, the plan was foolproof- he’d ignore you until these feelings went away and then you could go back to how it used to be. 

     He was currently in the practice room with the rest of his members, taking a water break after about an hour or so of practice. Woozi had sat himself next to him, talking about anything and everything as they both caught their breath. Eventually Jeonghan and Wonwoo also joined in the conversation, quickly shifting it to revolve around their eldest member.

     "Yeah, what was up with you? You barely paid attention to us and just sulked everywhere you went.“ Seungcheol nervously shifted in his spot at Woozi’s question, letting out a small chuckle to ease his nerves.

     "Don’t worry about it.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a groan at the answer that the leader had repeated probably a million times by now. Seungcheol only sighed in response. “Look, I was having a little personal issue but I’m taking care of it now. Trust me, everything’s fine.” Wonwoo just shrugged as he took another sip of his water.

     "Whatever you say…" 

     Seungcheol’s attention was suddenly on the other side of the room as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. All the younger members were on the opposite side of the room laughing hysterically as Hoshi did an over dramatic reenactment of the dance they were learning, making him chuckle as well. Their laughter was boisterous and could probably be heard three rooms down, but one laugh in particular rang in his ears the loudest. His eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who was laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. 

     Seungcheol let out a sigh as he looked at him, a smile unconsciously stretching across his face. The younger suddenly opened his eyes, coming down from his laughing fit and locked eyes with him, a smile lighting up his own face as he jumped to his feet. He excitedly joined Hoshi to reenact it for the members who had missed it. How cute. The leader thought to himself. His heart skipped a beat as he focused on the younger’s smile that brought energy to everyone in the room. Seungcheol froze, smile falling from his face as he finally processed that his heart had skipped a beat.

     Uh-oh.

❤

     If you weren’t worried before, you definitely were now. It only took a day or two for Seungcheol to go back to locking himself in his office and shrugging off everyone’s concerns. The only difference was that this time he refused to even look in yours or Mingyu’s direction, and would even deliberately avoid you by walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw either of you coming. For you, that had been the last straw. Seungcheol could avoid you for whatever reason he wanted, but the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face when he realized that his hyung had been avoiding him made your heart shatter in a million pieces. To stop this childish behavior, you had rounded up the boys and concocted a little plan. 

     Their laughter rang through the hallway as they returned from practice, on their way to the car to start heading home after a long day of work. As they reached the vehicle, however, the youngest suddenly got a look of panic on his face as he patted himself down.

     "Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.“ Dino exclaimed. The others turned to him with confused expressions.

     "What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked.

     "I think I left my phone in the practice room.“ The pout that took over his face made the others laugh. "Hyuuuuung, could you go and grab it for me?” Seungcheol raised a brow at his younger member as he gave him his best puppy dog eyes while tugging on his sleeve.

     "Why can’t you go get it yourself?“

     "Because I need to talk to him about something! It’s really really important.” Jeonghan interjected, pulling Dino into the car seat beside him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he realized there was no winning this argument before turning back to the building.

     The leader grumbled to himself as he entered the empty room, wanting to just grab the phone and get home as soon as possible. He scratched his head after a quick scan of the room. It wouldn’t be that hard to find; it’s not like there were many hiding places here. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him, head snapping up to look at the wall of mirrors in front of him. You could see the blood drain from his face as he locked eyes with you through the mirror.

     "I think you have a bit of explaining to do.“ You said with a glare, leaning against his only escape. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled to find the words to say. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes softened. "Look, I’m not really that angry with you Seungcheol, I just wanna know what’s going on. Everybody’s worried about you.” The man in front of you winced. You hadn’t used his full name in so long it sounded wrong coming from your lips- with you he was always Cheolie. I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? 

     "I- I can’t- you wouldn’t-“ as he tried to find the words to explain himself, he could feel his throat tighten and the tears start to build. You noticed how his eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as he wrapped his arms around himself, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller.

     "Just talk to me. I promise you, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make me think any less of you.” You were directly in front of him now, hands softly rubbing up and down his arms in a soothing motion. Suddenly the floodgates opened. A loud sob ripped from his throat as he seemed to crumble in your hold, his nails digging into his own skin to prevent himself from latching onto you as the reality of the situation hit him full force.

     Therewas no winning for him. He could either tell you how he truly felt, the thoughts of you and your boyfriend that had been keeping him awake at night and get rejected, ruining his friendship with you forever, or he could refuse to tell you and start avoiding you again, ruining your friendship forever. He hadn’t even realized the both of you were now on the floor, your hand rubbing circles on his back as he caved in on himself. The sight was truly heartbreaking. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder, but the death grip he had on his own arms told you that that’s not what he needed right now.

     The both of you stayed like that for a while as you waited for him to calm down. When his breathing finally leveled and his sobs turned to occasional hiccups, you moved to sit directly in front of him. You gently caressed his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks while he unconsciously nuzzled into your palm. Keeping his eyes closed, in fear he would lose all confidence the second he looked at you, he took a deep breath. 

     "I- I just- god (Y/N), I’m in love with you. At first I thought it was just some stupid little crush that would go away if I avoided you for long enough, but no matter how far away from you I am, I can’t stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep you’re the first thing I think about. A-and I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way cause you and Mingyu are already together but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just you.“ Another sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself even more. "I-I haven’t been able to sleep or eat o-or do anything without thinking of the two of you. You just- you look so happy together and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings; I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”

     You hurriedly wrapped your arms around him as he lost himself in a mantra of “sorry”’s, letting him cry into your shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. You gently combed your hand through his hair as his nails dug into your back. His body was pressed impossibly close to yours as he tried to return to a normal breathing pattern. Once he had finally been able to do so, you softly pushed him back by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes. A small sniffle escaped him as you delicately cupped his face in your hands.

     "Seungcheol, honey, look at me.“ You gave him a minute to fully collect his thoughts before he opened his eyes to lock with yours. The soft and caring look you gave him almost sent him into another crying fit; thankfully he didn’t have the energy for that right now. "There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel- there are plenty of people that feel the exact same way. I mean come on, there are so many beautiful people on the planet, do you really think everybody is only attracted to one?” He let out a small chuckle, looking down to the floor as he wiped a few of the tears from his face.

     "Heh, yeah I suppose you’re right.“ 

     "Hey,” you said, lifting his chin so he locked eyes with you again, “I’m glad you told me. Even if I did have to force it out of you.” You both laughed at your comment before a brief silence passed. Seungcheol silently opened his arms and you immediately dove into his arms with a smile. 

     "…thanks for not freaking out.“ You nuzzled up into his cheek that he rested against your head. 

     "No problem. Just- don’t keep things like this from me again, alright?” Seungcheol hugged you tighter. 

     "I won’t, I promise.“

     The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, melting in the comfort of the other’s embrace before you pulled away as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You let out a small laugh at the notification.

Puppy

Is everything alright in there??

Puppy

I don’t wanna be rude but it’s not getting any warmer out here >:(

     "Cheolie, is it alright with you if I give Mingyu a quick rundown of the situation before coming back in with him so you can talk things out with him?” A smile bloomed on his tear stained face at the familiar nickname. 

     "Yeah yeah that’s- wait, is he outside right now?“

     "Yeah, he said he wanted to be able to talk with you without the others around so you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable so he just waited outside in my car. Which apparently isn’t good enough for him cause he’s complaining about it being cold.” You said with another giggle. “Alright, I’ll be back in just a moment.” With a quick pat on his knee you jumped up and jogged out the door, letting the wide smile you had been bottling up spread across your face. You had a small spring in your step as your brain ran wild with all the possible outcomes of Seungcheol’s confession. 

     Ever since Seungcheol started avoiding you (and long before that if you were being honest with yourself), you had started to rethink your feelings for the charming man. You had always found him attractive and couldn’t deny that the way he laughed made your heart flutter the tiniest bit but after Mingyu had confessed you had assumed those feelings would go away. Surprise surprise, they didn’t. When you had finally decided to bring it up to Mingyu a few days after the night you three had spent together, you were relieved to discover that he felt the same way. It had been a little awkward for a while but a quick google search let you know that you weren’t alone in these feelings. After sharing this information with your boyfriend you talked about what this could mean for your relationship, both of you coming to the conclusion that it was at least worth asking the other man to join you guys as a throuple. Of course right after this discovery was when Seungcheol started to ignore you. Hopefully now that you’d settled that issue you’d be able to bring it up.

    Mingyu saw the dopey smile on your face as you approached the car, giggling at the way you skipped to your side. The joyful sound was muffled as you pressed your lips to his the second you could reach them. A small giggle left your lips as you pulled away, seeing that your boyfriend now mirrored your expression.

     "What’s got you in such a good mood, what’d he say?“ You couldn’t help the squeal you let out as you excitedly tapped on Mingyu’s leg with both your hands in a drumroll type motion. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself down before telling him.

     "Okay okay so- long story short, he likes us! Both of us! ROMANTICALLY!” Mingyu’s jaw fell open as his eyes opened comically wide. 

     "NO WAY!“

     "YES WAY! He said that he was just confused about his feelings and didn’t know what to do so he started avoiding us!” Mingyu went slack in his seat, an overjoyed expression slowly taking over his dumbfounded one. Caught up in his emotions, all your giant puppy of a boyfriend could do was pepper your face with a million kisses. When the two of you finally calmed down, you looked each other in the eyes with so much love it would give any onlooker cavities. 

     "Are we really about to do this?“ You were almost certain that your face was gonna be sore tomorrow from how much you were smiling. 

     "I think we are.” You shared one last kiss before jogging walking to the practice room where Seungcheol was waiting.

     The longer you took, the more anxious Seungcheol grew. What if Mingyu wasn’t as accepting of these feelings? What if he starts to think Seungcheol will try to steal his girlfriend and start shielding him from you? The longer the leader sat in the quiet room with nothing but his thoughts, the more he started to regret telling you. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of the door practically flying off its hinges with how forcefully it was pushed open.

     "Sorry! Sorry I- I didn’t realize how hard I pushed it, heh.“ Seungcheol stared wide eyed at Mingyu as the boy sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, from the loud noise or the younger boy’s cuteness he couldn’t tell. After a few seconds of silence, Mingyu cleared his throat. "Sooo… is it true then? You like both of us?” Seungcheol tensed as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room.

     "Uh- y-yeah. That’s not too weird, is it? I don’t want things to get awkward because of this. I just-“ he took a deep breath, "I just want things to go back to normal now that I’ve gotten this off my chest.” There was a moment of silence.

     "…what if I don’t want it to go back to normal?“ Seungcheol was sure that his heart stopped at the younger’s confession, every worst possible scenario flooding his mind. He snapped his head up to see that Mingyu had seated himself directly in front of him while you were leaning on the door frame, a soft smile on both of your faces.

     "W-what?" 

     "Well~, we’ve been talking about this for a while now,” you started, pushing yourself from the doorframe to walk to where the boys were sitting, “and we were wondering, if you’re okay with it, if you would like to join our relationship. As our boyfriend.” Seungcheol sat there for a few seconds, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he processed your words. Suddenly a small, sad excuse for a laugh broke the silence.

     "You guys don’t have to do all this just to make me feel better. Seriously, I-I’ll be fine.“ You and Mingyu shared a look before he leaned closer, gently cupping the older boy’s face in his hands. 

     "Seungcheol, we’re serious. I really like you- we really like you, and we want you to be with us. You don’t have to right now if you still need time to sort through and understand your feelings, but we’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” Seeing the overflowing amount of love in the younger’s expression made tears well up in his eyes again. A small sob left him before almost tackling the boy in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him as hard as he could. You laughed at Mingyu’s wide-eyed expression before he calmed down and started to return his kiss. They both had to catch their breath when they pulled apart, resting against each other’s foreheads as Mingyu laced his fingers with Seungcheol’s.

     "Soooo, I’m guessing that’s a yes?“ The leader chuckled, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He was barely able to mutter a small "yes” before you tackled him in a kiss. A waterfall of giggles left him as you pulled him up so he was sitting in between you and Mingyu so the both of you could pepper his face in kisses. This had not been the outcome he had been expecting but he couldn’t be happier as he was showered with all the love he deserved from both of his partners.

01:55am

Pairing: Park Seonghwa × black!fem reader | ft. Reader’s Bestie & Choi San

Genre:humor

Warnings: suggestive language, use of the n-word, not thoroughly proofread sry y'all lol

you were going to have to explain yourself when you saw him, now.

and you were so mortified that you were already compiling excuses to avoid him for the next few weeks.

when you could’ve been cuffed for the whole weekend if your messy ass bestie hadn’t ran her damn gums to your man while you were on the phone.

she already gave you enough, constant shit about dating seonghwa and not setting her up with mingi ( “see, you still haven’t hooked us up, this’s how i know you ain’t shit.”“bitch, do you think i’m pimping these niggas out or?”) part of you was wondering if that was why she pulled this shit. how had she even remembered!? y'all had been running through their music videos to thirst like 4 days ago when you had your little slip up, but the second she heard you mention seonghwa’s name on the phone today, she opened her big ass mouth.

“hwa! ask your girlfriend about her lil inception remix!”

you clutched the pillow tucked under your arm and slung it at her, only making her cackle harder.

“wha?” seonghwa giggled. he was already half amused, you could hear it in his voice crack.

“nothing!”

“what is your remix?” he asked. you hated that you didn’t have time to melt over his english. it was always cutest when he was happily asking something. but you had to scramble for an excuse too urgently to coo at him, “did you film it?”

“no, it’s nothing, don’t listen to her, baby–”

“TELL HER TO SING IT, MINGI AND HONGJOONG’S PART BEFORE YOU HIT YOUR HIGH NOTE–” you slugged the pillow at her several more times, and you could hear your boyfriend’s smile growing on the other end of the line.

“what is it, baby? i want to hear it!” he sounded so sweet and eager. normally it would make you fall even deeper for him but right now it made you want to jump through a window.

…double time when you realized there wasn’t any getting out of this now.

“it’s not a remixxx..!” you whined. apparently, he only found it more amusing with you so embarrassed.

“what is it?”

you fought a sigh and mushed your bestie who was still laughing her ass off, “i got the words wrong… i didn’t know that the line after ‘coming tonight’ was korean, i thought it was english…”

he mumbled through the lyrics swiftly, for his mind to catch up to the part of the song you’d meant. “whereyouatwhereyouat neoneun eodie whereyougowhereyougo namgyeo dun chae neon comin’tonight maeil bam neoreul chaja hemaeneun nan–”

“yeah that part,” you confirmed.

“maeil bam?”

“yes!” you whined for the second time, making him giggle again.

“what did you think it said?” he asked, finding this and you more and more humorous.

you rolled your eyes to the ceiling, leaving them there for longer than your eye health would appreciate. but you answered him truthfully.

“comin’ tonight, layin’ pipe.”

he was silent on the other end after that. for way longer than you were comfortable with. and your heart was thumping harder, the more your anxiety built.

“what is that?” he asked. and bestie, hearing his genuine innocence, threw her head back cracking up.

“oh hell.” you mumbled when he asked again. but seonghwa figured out quickly that he wasn’t going to get an answer from you. that’s when you heard him again, and froze in place.

“san-a!” he called in the background, and bestie was on her back rolling while you yelled, begged, PLEADED for him not to ask. “laying pipeeun museun tteus-ingayo?”

“no,don’t ask what it means!” you yelled over the breathless laughter beside you.

“laying pipe?” you heard san ask your boyfriend confusedly, followed by hwa’s low voice answering 'ne’.

you were relieved when you could make out the phrase 'i dunno’ in korean. but it was short-lived when you heard san mention their leader’s name, knowing he was the most knowledgeable in the english language of the eight of them. your eyes bugged out when you heard them both.

“HONGJOONG-A!”

“NOOOO!!!!!”

A Mess of a Prank (Asahi)

• Genre: Fluff, friendship, slice of life
• Word Count: 2,674
• Pairing: Reader, Asahi
• World: Treasure
• Note: Happy April Fool’s day ya fools.

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Today was April Fool’s day, the day of insane pranks and dank memes. You had always been fascinated by the holiday but never got to participate simply because the people around you didn’t handle jokes well and you had no skills to pull them off successfully, either. So, you settled each year for just watching people prank each other online instead, reblogging them as if you were somehow part of the joke. But this year? This year you were determined to prank someone. You spent hours going through your contacts trying to choose a victim, but there was only one that you felt comfortable enough with to prank.

Your best friend, Asahi.

He had put up with a lot of shit since becoming your friend and you felt confident that he wouldn’t get upset over a silly little prank. You also worried that he might see it coming since he was a smart cookie, but you chose to ignore that worry and got to work setting your plan in motion.

You climbed out of the car, looking up at the giant Hobby Logic sign that sat above the store in orange letters. It was early in the morning and the store had only just opened, so there were very few people inside. You stepped in after a woman and her young daughter, glancing around for your friend. You found her near the back of the store, straightening up the wall of pipe cleaners.

You tapped her shoulder. “Excuse me.”

“Yes? How can I he -” she turned around, a customer service smile on her lips. She blinked when she realized it was you. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You clicked your tongue. “Is that any way to speak to a customer?”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the pipe cleaners. “Considering you’re not a morning person and I can’t believe you’re up so early, I don’t think you are a customer. Maybe you’re a ghost or a demon.”

“How rude,” you huffed, smacking her shoulder. “I’ll have you know, I have a really important mission to accomplish today.”

She paused, realizing what day it was and she looked at you suspiciously. “Why? What are you planning?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to prank you. I do need you to direct me toward the confetti, though.”

“Aisle eight.”

“Brilliant, thank you!” You gave her a wave before heading toward aisle eight. Rows of colorful glitter in plastic tubes lined the shelves, followed by colorful confetti in plastic bags. They started out small, the size of sandwich bags, and they grew all the way into bags that reached your waist. You spent a good five minutes staring at the bags, trying to decide on how much you would need and, more importantly, what color you should choose.

“You’re so indecisive, I swear.”

You glanced at Naomi as she approached you, straightening the apron around her waist with the store’s logo on it. “It’s an important decision. If I choose too little, I’ll have to come back but if I choose too much, I’ll have leftover confetti with no use for it. Then there’s the color which can determine the mood of the prank. If I go for something bright, it might be too noticeable but if I choose something dark, it might make the prank lose some of its humor and seem more serious.”

She deadpanned. “You put way too much thought into this.”

“It’s my first prank since I was a kid, of course, I did.”

“Just choose blue. It’s a fairly neutral color.”

“You don’t think it’ll be too noticeable?”

She hummed, pointing toward a darker blue. “This one here is royal blue. It’s lighter than navy blue but it’s still dark enough to not draw too much attention. I recommend that one.”

You leaned closer to the bag she was pointing at and nodded. “It’s a nice color… but how much should I get?”

“I don’t know what the prank is so I can’t help you there.”

You turned to her but she held her hand up to stop you.

“And I don’t want to know. If you get arrested, I want no part of it.”

“You’re supposed to be my ride or die,” you frowned, earning a look.

“I am, but I draw the line at jail. I’ve got to get to work, hurry up and choose something before people start complaining about the weirdo staring at confetti for twenty minutes.”

You watched her disappear from the aisle before looking at the confetti, a frown on your lips. For the color Naomi had chosen, there were only three options – the tiny sandwich bag size, one that was just a bit bigger, and a giant bag that sat on the top shelf. You did some quick calculations on your phone and realized that it would be more expensive to buy a bunch of tiny bags than it would be to just get the big bag. You got on your tiptoes, leaning on the shelf to try and reach the giant bag at the top but the shelf was too high and the tip of your finger just barely brushed the plastic.

You put your foot on the bottom shelf, testing it to see if it could hold your weight and it seemed somewhat stable. You’d just have to be fast about it, that’s all. In one swift motion, you pulled yourself up the shelves, fingers curling around the plastic but a cry left your lips when your foot slipped and you fell backward, your ass hitting the linoleum floor and the bag of confetti landing on top of you. You winced in pain, rubbing at your hip. ‘Well, that could have gone better… but it also could have gone worse!’

Shaking your head, you pulled yourself to your feet, feeling a sharp pain go up your back when you did so. You were fairly sure it was going to bruise and be sore for a while, but it wasn’t anything serious. The bag was even bigger now that you held it in front of you and, sitting on the ground, it reached your waist. Would you really need this much? You doubted it, but you would be saving money regardless. You grabbed the bag, thankful that confetti wasn’t heavy, and headed for the front of the store to wait in line. Since there were only a few customers, Naomi was the only one at the cash register.

When you placed the large bag on the counter, she looked at you as if you had just murdered an entire family. She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Y/N…”

“Yes, bestie?”

“Don’t you think this is a bit… excessive?”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “Why? Do you?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t exaggerate,” you waved her off, pulling your wallet out. “This is gonna be epic.”

Once she rang up the item, she sent you a look. “I’m serious, Y/N, don’t call me from prison.”

“You never support me,” you stuck your tongue out at her, taking the bag and carrying it under your under.

She just shook her head, watching you leave the store.

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You stood in the living room, looking up at the ceiling fan with a frown. It was a lot higher than you thought it was and you weren’t sure you’d be able to reach it but not for lack of trying. First, you tried standing on the coffee table but it wasn’t even close. Then you tried using a stool from the kitchen and, despite being taller than the table, you still couldn’t reach it. Your frown deepened as you looked around your apartment, looking for anything that could boost you up enough to reach the fan – the only thing sturdy enough was your dresser.

After clearing the items off the top, you took a breath and pushed your back against the side, pushing it with all your might. It screeched loudly against the wooden floor and it took a lot more effort than you thought it would to get it into the living room, especially since the living room had carpet instead of wood flooring, but you completed your task. You set the bag on the dresser before climbing up and reaching for the fan only to start coughing at the thick layer of dust and cat hair that coated the wood.

‘Jesus, when was the last time this was cleaned?’ you waved your hand in front of you and coughed again. You were sure you had cleaned it at least once in the two years you had been living there but there was so much dust that it seemed as if it hadn’t been cleaned in eight years. With a huff, you climbed back down to get cleaning supplies. Twenty minutes later, the fan was mostly spotless and ready for the confetti. The problem is that the confetti didn’t like to stack up and kept sliding off, fluttering to the ground. Would a thin layer be enough? It would have to be.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you paused, tugging it from your pocket. It was a new message from Asahi.

[Asachan || Hey. What are you up to?]

You smiled. [Trying to relax :3 how’s practice?] Putting the last of the confetti on the fan, you slid off the dresser and winced as pain went through your hip. And you still had to move the dresser back. Shaking your head, you put your phone on top of the dresser before beginning to push the dresser, but you got it right in front of the hall before you groaned, out of energy.

[Asachan || It’s going well. I like this choreo.]

Before you could reply, he sent another message.

[Asachan || Are you gonna stop by the studio today?]

You glanced up at the fan. [Sorry, I can’t today.]

[Asachan || Why not?]

You hummed as you looked at the empty message box. What should you say? You needed him to come home for the prank but you doubted he would stop by after practicing all day. Your hip throbbed and it was like a light bulb went off above your head. You could ask him to bring you meds for the pain! [I hurt my hip today When practice ends, can you bring me some pain meds? Please~ Asachan?]

A minute passed, then two, then five, and no reply came through. ‘He must have gone back to practice,’ you shrugged, setting your phone down on the dresser before sealing the confetti bag and placing it in the hallway closet. You tried to move the dresser again but pain shot through your back and you groaned, letting your upper body slump across the dresser. The wood was cool against your cheek which felt good since the room was heating up without the fan turned on. You pulled yourself up until you were lying across the dresser, using your arms as a pillow.

Before you knew it, you were asleep and not even your buzzing phone could wake you as message after message came through from a worried Asahi.

[Asachan || How did you hurt your hip? What happened?]

[Asachan || Y/N? Are you okay?]

[Asachan || This isn’t funny, Y/N. Answer me.]

[Asachan || If this is an April Fool’s prank, I’m deleting your number.]

[Asachan || I’m on my way.]

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Asahi was out of breath by the time he reached your apartment door, his heart hammering with worry. You still hadn’t responded to any of his messages or calls. He wanted to leave practice as soon as you stopped replying but his manager wouldn’t let him and his members convinced him to wait a bit, saying that you might have just gotten busy or distracted but after a few hours passed and you refused to reply, he finally got his manager to agree to let him go.

He knocked on the door, holding himself back because it was getting late and he didn’t want to disturb your neighbors. The sound roused you from your sleep and you lifted your head in confusion, rubbing at your eyes. It took you a minute to realize that the sound was coming from the door and you started to push yourself off the dresser but your back locked up from the terrible sleeping position and the earlier accident and you fell off the dresser, hitting the ground with a soft groan.

When you didn’t answer, he tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked. How many times had he told you to keep the door locked? You never listened to him. With his heart pounding in his ears, he turned the knob and stepped into the apartment. The lights were off, the room dark without the sun to cast light through the window. He flicked the light switch beside the door, bathing the room in light.

You winced at the sudden bright light, peering your head over the top of the dresser to see who had just entered your apartment but you got a face full of confetti as the fan kicked on at its highest speed, sending the little blue pieces of plastic all over the room like a confetti tornado. You sputtered when a piece went into your mouth.

Asahi blinked in confusion, looking up at the fan to try and discover why it was snowing blue in your apartment but then he remembered your message and he frowned, eyes snapping to you. “Y/N.”

Your eyes met his as you slowly pulled yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile. “Hi…”

His eyes raked over your body, searching for any physical sign of injury but he found none. “What’s going on? Why didn’t you reply to my messages? Are you okay?”

“Breathe, Asahi,” you laughed, shaking your head to get rid of the confetti that was still falling from the fan. You held your arms out. “April Fools…!”

His brow furrowed. “So you’re not hurt?”

“I mean, I did hurt my hip when I fell at the store this morning,” you put your hand on your lower back, feeling the ache there like you had just had a bad night’s sleep. “Or maybe it’s my back. I’m not sure, the whole area is kinda sore.”

“Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I waited a bit for your reply and then I fell asleep. I’m sorry!” You put your hands together in front of you and he sighed, running his hand through his blonde hair, sending a mess of confetti to the floor and earning you a confused look. “Yeah… about that. Happy April fool’s day?”

“Was this your plan the whole time?” his lips twitched up.

“Maybe. It would have gone better if I hadn’t fallen asleep…”

“You pranked yourself, Y/N.”

“Eh? How?”

He motioned toward the room and you glanced around, finally noticing just how much of a mess had been made. The confetti had gone everywhere.

“Crap, I have to clean this up.”

“Mhm,” Asahi smiled softly, resting his hand on top of your head. “I’ll help you.”

“That’s not necessary! You practiced all day and I did this to myself like you said.” You took a breath. “I made my bed and now I must lie in it.”

“I can’t let my best friend suffer alone,” he stated, kneeling down so he could start gathering the confetti into a pile.

You smiled warmly, kneeling beside him and throwing your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, Asachan.”

He picked up a handful of confetti and tossed it at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Yah, that’s not cleaning.”

He grabbed another handful, raising a challenging brow.

“Asahi, don’t you dare -“

He tossed it at you again and you let out a battle cry, tackling him to the ground. Your laughter mingled with his as the two of you wrestled, ruining the small pile he had made. Your prank may have failed, but you still considered it to be a good day.

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prompt : ( Seungmin x Reader ) Seungmin breaks up with you to join the JYP Nation. You understand, of course, but it’s taking a toll on both of you.

genre :angst

word count :1.7k

muse insp :GOT7 • Never Ever (spotify ,soundcloud)

You and Seungmin had always been close. You met in middle school, initially; you sat next to each other in a couple classes and your friend groups merged over time. The two of you formed a more romantic relationship in your last year of middle school, and it really blossomed as you converted into high school. The two of you were inseparable, truly; you were attached by the hip and, in your mind, nothing would tear your love apart.

You, however, stood corrected.

Seungmin, you knew, was amazing at singing, and he loved performing. He wanted to go on to be an idol, and you supported him. You knew it would end your relationship. But you didn’t care, because you loved him and all you wanted was for your Minnie to be happy. However, you were still struck with grief when he broke the news that he was accepted and that the relationship you’d grown to love so much was going to have to end.

You could still remember the day, an hour, the clothes you both wore, every detail. You were on the couch, waiting for him to drop by and tell you the news. You weren’t sure how to feel; if he were to get rejected, he would be upset and feel insecure about his talent, because he could be rather sensitive. But if he was accepted and got into the trainee program, you would lose him forever.

You were truly at a loss.

That being said, he eventually showed up about ten minutes late. You didn’t mind, it wasn’t your place to judge why he’d been late. But as you stood with a bright smile, clad in one of his shirts and simple shorts, your phone dropped from your small hand as you realized that his eyes were red and his cheeks were streaked with tears. Your instinct was to rush over to him and hug him, kiss his tears away, shush him and whisper sweet nothings into his ears, but your movements were delayed. You took slow, short strides to where he stood. His school bag slid over his shoulder and landed on the floor.

“Seungmin,” Your words came out in a feathery breath as you stepped closer, bringing your soft hands up to cup his face, “What’s wrong? What did they say?”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes tightly as he fought another sob from ripping out of his throat. “Lamb,” He mumbled, “They won’t… Let us. You- you have to.. Understand..”

Your eyes widened as they glazed with panic, you dropped your hands from his cheeks, “What.. do you mean? Is this it for.. For us?”

Your lover’s eyes shot open, and he struggled to step closer to you, to touch you. “Please,” He whimpered, “Please understand. I’m sorry.”

Your lips pursed into a thin line as you took a tiny step back, fighting the tears that threatened to escape your eyes. You knew what this meant; Seungmin got in, and they told him the truth. You’d been expecting this. But damn, it still hurt like hell.

“I don’t have a choice,” He continued, his lips quivering and his voice breaking, “Please. I love you.”

A sob forced its way out of you, your body jerking with the motion as your throat and eyes burned. “I understand. I know this is what you want. And I’m okay with that. But… It just hurts, Minnie… It hurts. You do have a choice. But I would never pressure you to make that choice.”

Seungmin’s eyes grew wide as the tears he’d been trying to hold back cascaded down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than you hug you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, to tell you how much he loved you and that he’d never let you go.

But he was letting you go.

You let a sad, teary smile grow onto your face as you looked up at him. “Go, Kim Seungmin,” You said, “Go live your dreams. Be happy. Forget about me, please, because I don’t want to weigh you down.”

The older boy opened his mouth to protest, to which you cut him off before he could even say anything, “This is what you’ve been wanting. So I will support you because I love you. I want to be with you, but it looks like it just wasn’t meant to be that way, and that’s okay.”

All he could do was sob. He didn’t deserve you. You were so understanding, too sweet. Too perfect.

You didn’t deserve to be tossed away like this. You deserved better. Much better than Seungmin.

Once you finished talking, your dam broke; you started sobbing and crying like it was the key to keeping you alive. You covered your wet face as your emotions – your pain – spilt out of you. You didn’t know what you were going to do without Seungmin. He was your everything. Your light, your sun, your stars, your world. Without him, there would simply be a gaping hole in your heart.

The two of you cried together for some time. What else was there to do? Neither one of you could form coherent words. That is until you screamed for him to leave. It was shrill, and lacking all anger; just pain.

Unable to stand to see you like that, unable to cope with what he’d done to you, Seungmin rushed out of the house.

All contact was broken with him after that.

* * *

You were nothing but a hollow shell of a person for two months after the breakup. You sat in your dark room and stared at pictures of him, or pictures of you and him together. You didn’t eat much, and at school, you didn’t talk to anyone. It seemed the others around you knew to leave you be, word of the breakup spread fast – you were the “it” couple, after all. With gossip, comes rumours. Most of your classmates knew the truth because Seungmin going into idol business was pretty big and it spread fast. But there are always those ignorant few who feel the need to stir up drama wherever they go. The biggest one was cheating, which you felt disgusted by. Why would someone assume that either you or Seungmin cheated on the other? Cheating is a horrible thing to do and it’s something you despise with the entirety of your being. That being said, you did not like the scandalous rumours arising in the school halls.

Come summer, you feel a little bit better. Your childhood friend, Benji, had been texting you and cheering you up. He lived in America and had lived there for some time, now. It was a random day that he said something crazy, but something that promised you a new future. Something that you found yourself wanting to do more than anything.

He wanted you to move to America and live with him and his girlfriend.

So, you thought, fuck it. Why the hell not?

After discussing it with your parents, who surprisingly allowed you to go, you packed your things and were sent to California only three weeks later.

There, your new life began. You dyed your hair, started wearing a little more makeup, started working out; you really wanted and took advantage of this “new start.” You became a different person. You were thriving, and you loved it. Seungmin was pushed to the back of your mind. In fact, after almost a year, you barely thought about him at all.

Sometimes, though, you missed him. You missed his soft touches, his lips on yours, his soft brown eyes boring into your own. But you knew that what happened was for the best. With that in mind, you pushed everything back and focussed on your new life.

Once again, finally, you were happy.

* * *

Though you lived in America, your family remained in Seoul. Thus, obviously, you would have to visit from time to time, which you didn’t mind.

It was on one of these simple trips, you were staying in a hotel that was in the city with your two friends whom you lived with. It was late, probably around midnight, and you were craving chocolate more than anything. So, by God and everything holy, you went out to buy some damn chocolate.

Little did you realize just how scary the streets of Seoul were.

You had the hood of your grey hoodie up over your hair, and your hands were shoved in your pockets. The darkness, save for the streetlights, seemed to leak from the alleyways and claw at you. Every small noise made you jump and turn to see what it was. Life was different, come the shadows and darkness of the night.

You made a quick trip to the small 24-hour convenience store. The clerk was a woman in her thirties, she read a magazine with drooping eyelids. You made sure to make your purchase quick.

While she was ringing you up, you glanced outside the window, and what you saw made your heart jump to your throat. There, looking into the store, and probably at you, was a man in a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. His dark brown eyes stared into your own, they were unreadable. He walked away seconds after you made eye contact.

You pursed your lips, paid for the chocolate, and left the store. Slipping the sweet candy into your pocket, you rushed down the street, listening for footsteps and watching for the strange man. You didn’t like the feeling in the pit of your stomach; the fear and the dread.

Then you heard them. Quick, heavy footsteps behind you. They, along with your irregular heartbeat, pounded in your ears and pulsed through your veins.

You started speeding up, running as your hood fell in the rush.

“Wait!” A heart-breakingly familiar voice called out from behind you.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face the person, the same one you saw in the window, except his hood, too, had fallen while running. His newly dyed reddish brown hair swayed in the small breeze and shone in the dim light of the streetlight next to him. His deep, almond-shaped eyes were wide and bore into your own with something unreadable in them. His lips were parted slightly in shock as he panted quietly from the running he’d done to catch up with you. Your eyes became the size as plates, your lungs felt heavy and empty at the same time, your heartbeat continued to rattle your bones.

“Seungmin?”

masterlist/rulebook/request

kind words ; lim jaebeom

warningsreader dealing with body issues, jaebeom being best boy, slight nudity ( i guess ), and this is just comfort ,, for me at least lol

genre fluff, comfort

word count0.4k

inspirationn/a

synopsis jaebeom always knows the right thing(s) to say, even if he doesn’t really say it…

author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!

After finishing the last stroke to the word beautiful you became stuck. You gazed at yourself in your body mirror, mind wracking for more positive words to mark on your body. Your attention soon slipped to your thighs, looking more full than usual as you sat on your back legs. The words gorgeous and cute adorning them. A troubled sigh left you.

Your plan wasn’t working out right. You were hoping you’d have more confidence and more words. But you were falling short and starting to feel worse about yourself. Clicking your tongue in defeat, you reached for your marker top beside you.

Eyes catching a glimpse of a lean figure in your doorway, you jumped. Thankfully, that lean figure belonged to your boyfriend. Someone who has seen you this bare.

You giggled, blood rushing your cheeks as you started to feel bashful. Jaebeom chuckled at your smile that he recognized oh so well. “How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, connecting the top to the marker and shifting to sit fully on your carpet.

Jaebeom sighed, striding over to you. “Long enough to know you’ve been struggling with words for some reason…”

He plopped down right next to you, slipping the marker out of your hands with ease. “Why are you struggling with words?” His eyes running across the skin that had already been grazed with the marker.

You breathed out a weak laugh. “You know why…” Of course, Jaebeom knew why, he’s been there every time you needed a chest to cry into, every time you needed someone to hold your hand, every time you just needed someone to wipe your tears. He was there.

He never really knew what to say. Jaebeom just knew he hated seeing you so down about yourself and that he’d do anything to make you feel good. Anything to make you confident in yourself and your image.

“I-” Jaebeom inhaled deeply, words getting stuck in his throat.

“Here,” he popped open the marker and gingerly grabbed your wrist, turning it and then smoothly writing on your forearm.

“Jae,” You sighed, a fond smile gracing your lips when you noticed the word he was writing.

As soon as it was down, he looked up at you. A starry, hopeful look in his eyes. Obviously hoping he had done the right thing.

You nodded, your eyes not getting enough of rereading the word worthy.

“Should I keep going?”

“Please do,”

backfire ; bambam

warnings proposal, mentions of marriage, engagement, and just bambam being a clown

genre fluff, comedy

word count0.7k

inspiration a tiktok but they had bought their gf animal crossing

synopsis in which bambam decides to document his purchase of your engagement ring

“Is this thing on?” Bambam asked as he fixed his phone to stay on the counter of his bathroom. Knowing that the camera was rolling he took a couple steps backwards.

“Hello ___— actually I don’t know if I’m going to show this to you yet. I mean, I should but— you know what, let me shut up.” He laughed his awkwardness off and proceeded to reach beyond the view of his phone to reveal a drawstring bag.

He shook the bag gently in front of the camera. It had the name of the ring place you two had stopped by a couple of weeks ago. Inside was a ring you were basing your whole life around but still said you didn’t want it just yet. Bambam knew you were lying. You were practically drooling over the ring.

So, he bought it.

And now he was preparing a way to present to you. Preparing a way to propose.

“Alright,” he inhaled deeply before pulling the strings back and pulling out the velvet box. “Whew.” Bambam bounced in his spot.

“Honestly, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bambam stopped bouncing, now coming to terms with reality. He was about to propose to you. Not hand you a ring pop or a promise ring but propose.

And then the next step were marriage rings.

It was scary, but he was easily more excited than scared. “___, we’re going to be engaged, can you believe it?” Bambam asked the camera as if you were there to answer.

He opened the box to admire the ring. “Yea, me neither…” Bambam smiled as he pictured your reaction. He could already see it clearly. He was going to propose, you were going to be shocked and say the ring was too expensive and that he should take it back, with some reassurance you’d say yes and then you two would be engaged.

“Now, what I’m documenting this for. How the hell am I going to give this to you?” Bambam closed the velvet box before running a hand throughout his hair.

“Maybe I should do it the traditional way, you know?” He said, getting on one knee and opening the box for the video.

“Nah,” he shook his head and got back to his feet. Pondering a cooler way to give it to you.

Bambam burst out laughing at the idea that popped up in his head. “Yo, what if I just threw it at you and ran away?”

“That’s mean. I could just hand it to you smoothly— like— hold on—” Bambam positioned himself into a “cool” stance and turned away from the camera momentarily.

He turned back to the camera. “Wanna get married?” He said in a nonchalant tone. He was about to crack up at his cringe worthy antics before the door to the bathroom had opened.

“Hey, Bam, we ran out of—” You entered the bathroom to see your boyfriend stock still with a ring box in his hand. Your eyes widened and you gripped the door, an anxious feeling now bubbling in your stomach.

“Baby,” Bambam drawled, rushing to stop his phone recording and dropping the box in the process.

“Shit!” He picked up the box, looking up at you. Coincidentally, on one knee. Bambam realized when you gasped and he had to gasp as well.

“Damn it,” Bambam whined, being forced to propose to you the traditional way. “I wanted to do something cooler, but, ___,”

You breathed out a laugh. “Like what? Throw it at me?” You took a few steps closer.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed, opening the ring box to reveal the beautiful ring you had grown to love.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You didn’t,”

“But I did,” Bambam wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed. Hands flying to cover your face as your heart began to flutter. “Bambam, what the hell?” You kept laughing to hide the fact you were getting emotional.

“I’m not taking the ring back, alright?”

“But I can't—” You tried to argue like he knew you would.

“Nope, none of that. Now listen, I know proposing to you in our bathroom isn’t really ideal,” he said while taking a quick glance around the bathroom.

“Like at all. But I just want you to know I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, ___, will you marry me?”

Before any tears could fall you rushed to answer. “Of course I will!”

“Amazing, my knee was starting to hurt,” Bambam groaned as he stood from his kneel. You swatted his chest and he took that hand to slip your engagement ring on it.

“I love it,” You admired the jewel.

“And I love you.”

preference ; mark tuan

warningschubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end

genrefluff, suggestive, bfs2ls

word count1.5k

inspiration N/A

synopsisin which mark admits his attraction to you

you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. “i’ve babysat all of your children. can’t you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung”

jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. “we all have plans tonight. spare us?” jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae’s hand.

you glared at him, “well i have plans too and it’s more important than regular, old partying. now,” you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.

melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn’t want to upset melanie and that’s exactly why she’s your secret weapon.

you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. “pick who you want to babysit you bub”

melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.

yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn’t even her pick. melanie stopped at mark’s knees who clearly didn’t even know what was going on.

he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.

“mark, do you even know what’s going on?” jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, “huh?”

“looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark” you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.

“oh. okay” mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.

“why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?” bambam exclaimed in shock.

you shrugged, “you’re all free to leave”

“so, i have to babysit because you’re going on a date?” mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.

“exactly” you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.

mark held the dress by it’s metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. “i think that wine dress looks better” mark commented.

you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. “i agree but it’s a bit tighter on me. wouldn’t want to turn him away with my chub” you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“you’re going to catfish him?” his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.

“i wouldn’t call it— anyway, it’s probably not going to work out anyway so who cares” you shrugged.

mark nodded. “but if that’s the case just wear the dress”

you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. “fine”

“i’m ready!” mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie’s arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. “mommy’s ready”

“do i look like a princess uncle mark?” melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.

“you look like a true princess, mel—” mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.

“ooooo! look at my little princess” you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.

mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. “so do you, ___” mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody’s fairytale obviously.

you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. “thank you mark”

you grabbed melanie’s hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. “how’s junior?” you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend’s, not your date tonight.

“a pain in my— ahhhh—” mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.

melanie snorted, “you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time” she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.

mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.

“uhhh— force of habit?”

“right” mark chuckled. “i’ll make melanie some dinner”

“thank you” you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.

“you’re not leaving right now?”

you shook your head, “the date is at seven. it’s only six—thirty, i don’t want to be too early”

mark shook his head. “does it really matter?”

“time is everything, mark. but i’ll leave right now i guess” you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.

you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie’s head. “i’ll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?”

“of course, mommy” she smiled.

mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.

“have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i’ll beat him up” he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.

mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. “and if there’s any trouble, call me”

“i promise, mark”

mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn’t arguing with someone else’s child so he just let her sleep in it.

he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.

you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.

“oh, hey— was it not good?” mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.

you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. “sucked ass”.

mark sighed, “elaborate”

“at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn’t into big women” you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.

you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. “story of my fucking life”.

mark took the glass and refilled it. “you went on a date with a boy,” he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.

“a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size” you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.

you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.

“what?” mark inquired.

“or maybe he just draws the line at fat” you replied.

mark shook his head. “you’re not fat, this is not fat” mark puts a hand on your stomach.

you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. “then what is it?” you tested.

“love” he answered.

on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. “you’re so Goddamn cheesy”

mark gripped your love through your dress gently, “seriously, ___, there’s people who really love what you have to offer”

you snorted. “and they probably just have a fat fetish” you grumbled.

mark hummed and removed his hand from you, “or it’s a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones”

“let me ask, are you one of them?” you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.

“would it bother you if i was?” mark fired back boldly.

you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, “hmm, i don’t know”

“why?” mark did the exact same thing.

“because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i’m catching a vibe that you just prefer me” you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.

but to your surprise, “you’re taking it the right way then” mark said.

“are we flirting right now?” you thought out loud.

“is it working?” mark raised his eyebrows.

“very much” you licked your lips and straightened your posture.

“then yes, yes we are”

“would you like to stay the night?” you suggested.

“if it means i can show you how much i adore your ‘love’ and everything after then yes” that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.

“you’re in luck, tuan”

night light ; jackson wang

warningsreader is afraid of the dark ( really that’s it )

genrefluff

word count 0.5k

inspirationn/a

synopsis jackson finally learns of your darkest fear, the dark.

author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!

Startled was an understatement to the feeling Jackson had experienced when he shifted in bed to see your eyes piercing into his through the dim light of your room. A weak giggle left you before you sat up in bed. Jackson recollected himself quickly and tried to bring you back down but you refused, having something you needed to do.

“C'mon, ___-”

“Can you turn the light back on?” You interrupted his whines, saying your request quietly out of sheer embarrassment.

It was dark but you could still see Jackson’s face scrunch in confusion. “Why? Is there something wrong?”

In your eyes, yes. Usually you tell everything about you. With your relationship already passing the one year mark, you both practically knew everything about each other. But there was just one thing you refused to tell him. And since there was never an instance where you had to, you just hid it away. But you were scared of the dark. Ever since you were young the dark was your biggest fear.

Now, that instance has come around, unfortunately.

“Uh,” You paused, trying to think of something that could deflect the fact you were afraid of the dark.

But your lie took to long because a lightbulb looked as if it had gone off overtop of Jackson’s head. “Baby, are you afraid of the dark?” A small, teasing laugh following behind his question.

“Me? Afraid of the dark? Pfft,” You shook your head while flipping the covers off of your legs. “Now, why would I be afraid of the dark?”

Jackson sat up onto his elbows. “Okay, so you go turn on the light,” he pushed against your back gently.

You scoffed, fear crawling up your back. “I-I was just about to do that,” You said matter of factly.

“Sure,” He retorted.

You two sat in silence as the angel and the devil on your shoulder argued whether getting up to turn on the light was a good idea. There was this childish thought that someone- or something would just creep out of from the closet and snatch you. It was that fear that was keeping you planted onto the bed.

Jackson’s infamous laugh filled the room. “___, I thought you weren’t afraid of the dark?” He sneered, obviously enjoying this.

You inhaled deeply. “I’m not,” your feet landed on the carpet for a matter of seconds before you hurried to sit back down.

Jackson continued to laugh at you as you got yourself comfortable in bed again. You frowned, “Fine,” You huffed in defeat.

“I’m scared of the dark, happy?” You hit his shoulder. His laughing subsided and Jackson sat up completely.

“That’s all you had to say in the first place,” Jackson simply got out of bed to turn on the light that lit up the whole room.

You muttered a thank you quietly. “In return, I think I deserve some cuddles,"Jackson climbed back into bed and opened his arms wide to accommodate you. You smiled and shuffled over to have his arms wrapped around you.

"This is so embarrassing,” You scoffed.

Jackson laughed into your neck. “It’s cute. And if your fear of the dark means I get to cuddle you every night then I think it’s a win.”

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Seungkwansmoothed down his hair for the nth time that night, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his blazer as he patiently waited for you inside the small café. The soothing music playing inside the café wasn’t helping him calm down at all, his nerves were going through the roof each passing minute.

Did he get there too early? Are you alright? Are you safe? Will you actually come?

Seungkwan muttered under his breath as he watched raindrops collect on the café window. Even the Seoul weather didn’t let up for his first date with you. Seungkwan nervously fiddled with the straw in his drink, his head shooting up whenever he heard the jingle the bells made when the door opened.

Did you get lost? Was the café further from your house than he expected? Did you have an umbrella?

The cafe door opened and Seungkwan flushed a bright red. There you stood, in light, yet comfortable clothing with small spots of rain decorating the cloth on your shoulders. When you spotted him, Seungkwan felt frazzled in your presence, your sheepish smile hitting some part of his heart that he didn’t knew existed.

As your night continued, filled with your twinkling laughter and Seungkwan’s desperate attempts to not fall deeper for you on the first date, you shyly walked to your house with swinging hands.

And when you abruptly kissed his cheek before letting him go, Seungkwan knew then that he didn’t stand a chance at all.

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[2:21 am]

“It’s you,” he smiled.

“It’s me,” you giggled.

You softly pushed your two bowls of ramen and soda onto the counter for Joshua to scan, shamelessly pulling out money from your 2nd grade Hello Kitty wallet that he had complimented a week ago.

After paying, Joshua slapped a pack of Pepero onto one of the bowls and locked his eyes with your shocked ones.

“For you, my favorite customer,” Joshua winked at you, watching you erupt in laughter.

You slapped the top of one of the ramen bowls and pushed it towards him before grinning back at his surprised face.

“For you, my favorite cashier boy,” you mocked him, sending an exaggerated wink and watching his ears turn the slightest tint of red as he let out a loud laugh.

The two of you sat laughing while eating ramen together outside of the 711 at 2 in the morning, an open pack of Pepero opened between the two of you.

Jeongyeon as Your GF

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TW: None!

- Likes to make you feel special by buying you gifts and spoiling you

- She cooks for you, does your laundry, and helps out with other chores in the house just because she loves you so much.

- Enjoys being taken out on nice dates every once in a while.

- Very gentlewoman-like: opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, offers to take your coat, etc.

- She always makes you smile with her witty remarks.

- Jeongyeon knows that you’ll always be there for her when she needs you most.

- Subtly flirts with you all of the time.

- Jeongyeon enjoys seeing you flustered, especially when other people have no idea what’s going on.

- “Why are you so red? Are you ok?”

- “I’m fi-fine, thanks fo-for asking.”

Nayeon as Your GF

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- Her smile never fails to melt your heart even on your worst days.

- She likes to flirt with you in the cutest and cheesiest ways possible.

- Nayeon loves to make you laugh!

- “Hey, why aren’t you laughing? That joke was so funny!”

- Acts cute whenever she’s jealous or if she wants your attention

- A bit clingy and overprotective, but it’s how she shows that she cares.

- BACK HUGS BACK HUGS BACK HUGS BA-

- Super competitive with you

- Like, flip the monopoly board when she’s losing type of competitive

- Affectionate all day, every day!

Take Me Away (TMA): Siyeon’s Restored Ending - When The Moonlight Guides Me To You

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TW: Fluffiness

You don’t hesitate to clasp the moonstone bracelet on your wrist as you think of Siyeon.

She’s a woman who has a closet of skeletons behind her. SIyeon deserves nothing but kindness and love, and I wish that I was around to give her that. I guess that’s why I’m coming back, besides the obvious reason that I miss her.

You drift off in your comfortable bed as you don’t think of anything but Siyeon.

~

You wake up in the very small cottage in that tiny village, but the moonlight that radiates through your window tells you that it’s night.

It’s not a full moon… so where’s Siyeon?

You pull yourself out of bed, and you enter the only other room in your house.

“Y/N! You took too long of a nap. You need to get changed so we can go to the Flower Dance!” Siyeon says excitedly as she looks your way.

Has it really been a year since the first one?

“Sorry. I’ll change now.” You rub your eyes before heading back into the bedroom.

I missed seeing her. I have so much time to make up for.

You find a nice outfit, and you change into it before walking back to Siyeon.

“Y/N, you look great! Do you like my outfit?” Siyeon stands up and gives you a spin. “I’m even wearing the bracelet you gave me.”

“You look as great as always.” You confess with a blush on your face as Siyeon proudly displays the bracelet.

So it’s not shattered… that’s good to know. 

You take Siyeon’s hand in yours as you lead her out of your home.

Well, I guess it’s our home now…

“Do you remember going here last year? That was the first time you kissed me.” 

Siyeon giggles as you recall the memory in your mind.

“Of course. I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous than at that moment.”

Siyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really? What if I kissed you now?”

You blush slightly.

“I don’t know. I say that we should find out together.”

Siyeon leans in to give you a kiss.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea.”

Itzy - Reaction To S/O Pranking Them (Requested!)

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TW: None!

Yeji:

- Falls for it 80% of the time

- Yeji trusts you with all of her heart, so it’s easy to trick her.

- Won’t be super annoyed with you unless you stain her hair or clothes.

Lia:

- Falls for it 50% of the time

- You have to be more clever with Lia because she’s pretty good at reading your mind.

- Will laugh at both your successful and failed pranks because she thinks it’s cute when you try that hard

Ryujin:

- Falls for it 10% of the time

- You’re going to have to be super sneaky in order to get to Ryujin

- The best reaction you’re going to get out of her is an eye roll because she’s semi-done with your antics.

Chaeryeong:

- Falls for it 90% of the time

- She only trusts a few people, and she trusts them with every bit of her.

- Chae might take your pranks literally, so I would recommend having a nice date planned afterwards.

Yuna:

- Falls for it 70% of the time

- Yuna loves how creative you can be with your pranks, and she thinks that they’re the funniest thing in the world.

- Also is the most likely to prank you back, so be warned!

Itzy - Reaction To You Kissing Them And Then Running Away (Requested!)

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Yeji:

- Super confused

- She’ll just sit there wondering what happened as you’re already out the door

- By the time she comes to her senses, you’re long gone.

- “Baby, wait! I want another kiss!”

Lia:

- Outsmarts you before you can do anything

- She wraps her arms around you after you kiss her.

- When you realize that you cannot escape, she chuckles to herself.

- “Didn’t think this one through, honey?”

Ryujin:

- Probably knew what you were planning before you planned anything

- She’ll simply sit there and wait for you to return

- A smirk will lie on her face when you walk into the room.

- “I’m assuming that you missed my kisses as much as I missed yours, babe.”

Chaeryeong:

- She’s super shy when you kiss her

- And she immediately scrambles after you because she wants more kisses

- Will catch you with a small hug.

- “Can you kiss me again? I liked feeling your lips against mine.”

Yuna:

- Immediately starts whining

- She’s on your tail from the moment your feet take off

- Catches you in a tackle hug that sends you both to the floor.

- “I want more kisses, Y/N. You can’t just kiss me and run away!”

Take Me Away (TMA): Dami’s Shattered Ending - Magic Only Heals What’s On The Surface

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TW: Covens, magicians, strangers, threats, expect the unexpected…

You let your hand subconsciously run over the emerald charm before you grab it.

Dami’s ending was sweet, but so was every moment I spent with her. I’m looking forward to spending more time with her. I don’t think I could ask for a better ending than what I got, but I shouldn’t doubt myself or Dami.

You find yourself thinking about your favorite childhood book as your mind finally rests.

~

You wake up in your “bedroom” in the back of Dami’s shop.

This place looks more like a bedroom than a storage room. I see that a few decorations were added from when I last was here.

You manage to find a casual outfit to wear as you walk out of your room. You reach into your pockets only to feel the emerald charm in there. You’re about to pull your hand out from your pocket, but you feel another part of the stone against your hand.

The emerald shattered… What does that mean?

Expecting to see Dami, you walk into the shop and look around. 

Why is she not here?

You can hear someone shouting outside, and you immediately think of Dami.

I have to help her if she’s in trouble!

You rush outside only to see Dami talking to another woman outside.

Was I mistaken? They’re just calmly talking.

“Ah, is this the person who caused you to quit our lifestyle?” The woman gestures to you as you walk towards Dami.

“Not entirely. I just was tired of dabbling in those sorts of… activities” Dami says before looking at you. “You can go back inside, dear. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Our lifestyle”, “Those sorts of activities”… What has Dami been doing?

The woman chuckles at your confused face. “You haven’t told them yet? How… disappointing.”

“Please leave them out of this.” Dami softly pleads, but the woman shakes her head.

“That’s not any of my business. I’m just a messenger, and since I like you, I’ll give you and your lover a clear-cut one. The leaders of the coven are pissed, and you two should leave town as soon as possible.” The woman smirks before looking between the two of you. “Good luck~”

You’re about to ask the woman a question, but she disappears into thin air before you can say anything.

What was that?

“Who is she, and why was she talking about covens? Are you a magician?” You inquire as you turn towards Dami.

“…Of sorts. Listen, I don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I’ll tell you anything you want, okay?” Her eyes are filled with honesty as you nod.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“I… was scared of what you might think. I care about what you have to say, love.” She smiles before taking your hands in hers. “…I’m afraid, however, that everything that the woman said was true. We have to leave town, at least for a little bit.”

“Will we ever come back here?” You look back at the building that had so many good memories inside of it.

“Hopefully, someday.” Dami says before looking at the road ahead of you. “Are you ready to go? We don’t have much time to grab anything.”

You give Dami a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay. I’ll be fully prepared as long as I have you by my side.”

Dreamcatcher - Reaction to GF Gifting Them Their Favorite Flowers (Requested!)

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TW: Implied Fem! Reader but I’m really bad at making non gender neutral content so I apologize in advance.

JiU:

- The happiest bunny in the world

- She’ll seriously treasure those flowers for as long as she can.

- She puts them in a nice vase in the middle of her room so everyone can see them.

- “Look, Y/N got me flowers! Aren’t they beautiful?”

SuA:

- Will definitely keep the flowers with her as much as she can.

- Even if that means carrying a vase into the practice room.

- SuA likes to show how much she loves and appreciates every gift you give her.

- “Hey, dont touch my flowers! I don’t care if you can’t see; just deal with it!”

Siyeon:

- She gives you the sweetest look as you hand the flowers to her.

- Will immediately drop everything to take care of them.

- Siyeon will become a professional gardener if it means that your gift lasts longer.

- “These flowers are so beautiful, Y/N! I can’t believe you got them for me!”

Handong:

- A warm smile spreads across her face as she sniffs the flowers.

- She might braid a flower or two into her hair and take a picture

- Or even better, she’ll put the flowers in your hair and then take a picture

- “These flowers would look wonderful in your hair. Can I braid them in your hair, dear?”

Yoohyeon:

- Yooh has a cheesy grin on her face as she snatches the flowers from your hand.

- Puts them on her desk so she doesn’t forget to water them

-Forgets to water them anyways

- “Can you buy me more flowers, babe? I promise that the other ones didn’t die!”

Dami:

- Admires the flowers for a moment before setting them in a vase on her windowsill.

- She may decide to press a flower in one of her old books.

- Acts nonchalant about the flowers but would definitely slap someone’s hand if they touched them

- “I like having those flowers by me because they remind me of you.”

Gahyeon:

- Hugs you and nearly squashes the flowers while celebrating her gift.

- Gahyeon spends forever trying to figure out where to put them before setting them on her nightstand.

- She likes to play with the petals when she misses you.

- “I love these flowers! Where did you get them?”

Vampire! JiU x Hunter! Y/N x Vampire! Handong - Spider’s Web (Requested!)

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TW: Vampire, vampire hunters, mentions of blood and injuries

I hate this life. Why do we have to hunt people who have done nothing to us?

You silently mull over your life choices as you walk through the forest.

I wish that I could live a peaceful life, but stupid child me thought that this was a great idea. Who lets children take blood oaths anyway? That’s kind of stupid on their part.

It was your job, since you were now one of the older vampire hunters, to check the traps that you set out for the vampires. None of the traps ever caught anything, which didn’t surprise you.

The trap was a small box on the ground that would trap the vampire in an invisible prison when stepped on. Their powers would be drained before a vampire hunter finished the job.

Would I really kill a vampire if I saw them?

You round another corner, and you gasp in surprise.

I guess that’s a decision I have to make now.

You carefully watch as two vampires stare at the tiny box that traps them.

One is sitting on the ground while holding her stomach, and the other is pacing around.

“I told you that this wasn’t a good idea; now, we’re stuck thanks to your midnight munchies!” The sitting one huffs before grumbling in pain.

“I’m sorry! Deer blood sounded really good.” The pacing one whines before her eyes meet yours.

Shoot!

She rushes forward, but an invisible barrier keeps her a few feet away from you.

“Please help us. We’re trapped here, and my friend is hurt. I’d appreciate it if you..” She pauses as you pull out a knife.

“Vampire hunters.” The sitting one hisses. “I should’ve known.”

Without another word, you toss the knife on the ground. You throw all of your weapons far away from you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to know that you won’t hurt me too. I’ll free you if you can promise me that.” Your hand hovers over your “watch” as you wait for an answer.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, but we’re not the vampires you want to hunt. We haven’t drank blood in centuries. We’re just trying to survive off of the local wildlife. …I’m JiU, if you are curious.” Her long black hair flows in the wind as she talks.

“Good to meet you, JiU. I’m Y/N. Who’s your friend over there?” You gesture to the sitting woman.

“Handong, and everything she said was the absolute truth. I’ve not known a vampire who’s had human blood in well over four-hundred years. I don’t know what monster you’re trying to hunt, but it’s not us.” Handong slowly stands up before limping over to you.

You sigh before pressing a button on your watch.

I feel like I can trust them more than the vampire hunters who raised me.

“Thank you.” JiU nods as she begins to walk off while holding her friend.

“Wait, it’s not safe out here. You could run into more traps that could drain you more. I know a place where you can rest and recharge.” You call out to them as they stop walking.

The pair of vampires stare at each other before Handong speaks.

“I wouldn’t mind relaxing for a bit. Lead the way.”

~

You hum as you open the door to your very remote cabin in the woods.

I don’t mind helping those vampires since they seem very nice. Plus, it’d be good to understand what’s going on in the first place.

You light a few candles before gesturing to the girls to come in. It’s well past dark, and you know that you wouldn’t be able to see without some sort of light.

With JiU’s help, Handong places herself in your dining room chair as JiU sits on your bed.

Everything is in one room in this house. I hope they’re okay with that.

“Tea?” You ask the pair.

“I’m fine.” JiU shakes her head.

“I’d like some, along with any bandages that you may have.” Handong says.

You gently hand JiU the medical kit under your kitchen sink as you begin to prepare the tea.

“Why are vampire hunters going after vampires that don’t drink human blood?” You softly ask while not expecting to get an answer.

“I’m not quite sure, but I think it has to do with the humans themselves. I think they’re trying to cover something up.” JiU says before turning to Handong. “Hold still.”

“Yeah, I wish that we didn’t have to live in hiding anymore. Someone needs to tell those thick-skulled humans that we’re not the killers we used to be. Also, if I-” Handong grumbles in pain before JiU laughs.

“I told you to stay still!”

“Oh, hush.” Handong waves her off as JiU sets the med kit on your bed.

“What if I helped show the vampire hunters that you’re not the monsters?” You feel their eyes settle on you as you finish talking.

“You would do that for us?” JiU looks at you in surprise.

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve had every opportunity to kill me within the last thirty minutes, and you haven’t even thought about it. That’s enough proof for me to believe that you’re not lying to me.” You say nonchalantly as you give Handong her cup of tea.

“That’s fair, but how would you convince them?” Handong looks at you as you take a seat next to JiU.

“That’s the part where I need help. I need solid proof that you’re not going to harm anyone.”

“We can definitely do that.” Handong nods before taking a sip of the tea. “This is really good, by the way.”

You blush before JiU sets her hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to help you with your plan. Say the word, and we’ll be there.”

Take Me Away (TMA): Dami’s Restored Ending - Love Heals Deep Wounds

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TW: Pure fluff, food mentions

You let your hand subconsciously run over the emerald charm before you grab it.

Dami’s ending was sweet, but so was every moment I spent with her. I’m looking forward to spending more time with her. I don’t think I could ask for a better ending than what I got, but I shouldn’t doubt myself or Dami.

You find yourself thinking about books that you were assigned to read at school as your mind finally rests.

~

You wake up in your “bedroom” in the back of Dami’s shop.

This place looks more like a bedroom than a storage room. I see that a few decorations were added from when I last was here.

You manage to find a casual outfit to wear as you walk out of your room. You reach into your pockets only to feel the emerald charm in there.

How did it get in there? Should I even be asking that question? This place is confusing enough as is.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re up. Did you sleep well?” Dami asks as you walk into the store part of the building.

You yawn softly.

“Yeah, I did.”

“I figured that we could go out to eat today for breakfast.” Dami sets her book down before offering you a hand.

“I’d like that.” You smile before taking her hand.

She quickly pulls your hand up to her lips so she can give it a soft kiss. She shyly looks away from you afterwards as you blush heavily.

I missed her charms.

“Shall we?” Dami asks after a moment of silence.

You nod before the two of you exit the building.

Perhaps after all of the heartbreak, all I needed was a little sweet love in order to heal my soul.

TWICE - How They Show Interest In You

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This is a much shorter scenario than I usually post, but I’ve been pretty busy as of late and I haven’t been able to add to it. :( I hope you still enjoy it!

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TW: Pining! Twice, that’s about it hehe

Nayeon:

- She has the biggest smile on her face when she’s around you. Nayeon always feels so happy around you, and her grin shows you how much she appreciates your presence in her life.

Jeongyeon:

- She always is flustered by the smallest amount of physical contact. Brushing your hand against hers causes her face to turn red, and your hugs will never fail to make her blush harder.

Momo:

- Momo is always laughing when she’s around you. Although it may be from nerves, Momo also laughs because you’re the funniest person in the world to her.

Sana:

- Sana is super flirtatious when it comes to you. Sana always seems to have a flirtatious quip, a funny pick-up line, or a cute joke that never fails to make your day that much better.

Jihyo:

- Jihyo becomes super protective and nurturing towards you. She’ll scold you if you skip dinner, and she’ll offer to help you around the house. Jihyo wants to show you how much she cares through her actions.

Mina:

- Mina gets really nervous whenever you go out together. This either takes form in her silently watching you the whole time, or she’s talking a mile a minute because she wants to impress you.

Dahyun:

- Dahyun always manages to have her eyes on you. She likes to observe the small, cute things you do, but she also enjoys checking you out and teasing you about how good you look.

Chaeyoung:

- Chaeyoung finds herself inviting you out to explore the world with her. Whether you’re finding a new tattoo shop, or you’re trying a new restaurant, Chaeyoung wants to be by your side for it all.

Tzuyu:

- Tzuyu finds herself to be more talkative and energetic when you’re around. She’ll immediately light up when you walk in the room, and Tzuyu talks more because she wants to show you that she cares.

Goddess! Yoohyeon - My Universe

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I wish you all the best for whatever you chose to do today. (Also, this fic is Attempt No. 2 of trying to break @kingmaker-a after he tormented my heart with one of his fics. :] Does it pale in comparison? Definitely. But I’m gonna hit a nerve eventually.)

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TW: Angst (of course), implied abandonment and/or break-up (?), car crash, more angst, hospitals, near-death experience, Yoohyeon is the literal embodiment of death, did I mention angst?

I’d trade every star and constellation in the sky for another chance with you.

The night sky burns brightly with its glamorous display of stars in the sky. You can’t help but stare at the dazzling spectacle that has appeared before your eyes.

Every star shines brightly in the sky, but the shining star of your life is nowhere to be seen.

Why did you leave me alone? You’re all I can think about every day and night. 

Every time you leave your house, the wind whispers the name of a woman who left you for the universe. Every passing figure takes her divine shape, and her voice rings into your ear when you look at the moon.

I loved you more than I’ve ever loved before. Why can’t you just stay with me for one more night?

You bite your lip as a familiar tear rolls down your cheek. You sniffle as the tears flow freely.

You saved the universe, but you couldn’t stay in my universe.

~

Yoohyeon stares at you from her golden throne in the sky. She observes your every breath as she eagerly waits for you to join her.

You’ll be with me soon, my dear. Just be patient and enjoy your life.

Days feel like mere minutes in Yoohyeon’s life. She’s been watching you ever since she had to leave your side.

It hurts her to think that she has to be the one to cut your life short. Being the Goddess of Death could reap some fortunes, but all Yoohyeon wanted to do was cradle you in her arms.

The day has come, and she watches and waits.

I’ll be there, Y/N, right when you need memost.

~

It all happened so fast. Is this really the end for me?

You remember blinding lights, an immense pain in your head, and someone calling your name. 

All of that has passed as numbness washes over you. You can only sit and stare as your family and friends cry over your mortal body as you lifelessly sleep in a hospital bed.

They don’t know that I won’t wake up again, do they?

“Y/N!” A voice calls out from above you.

“Yoohyeon?” You question as her familiar form comes into view.

“Yeah, it’s me. How have you been?” She asks as a warm smile spreads across her face.

“I don’t know, Yoohyeon, I just died.” You sigh as your gaze refocuses on your body.

I can’t leave them alone. My family and friends deserve more time with me.

Yoohyeon offers you her hand. “It’s time to go, Y/N.” 

“No.” You shake your head at her. “I want to stay.”

“Y/N, don’t make me-”

“You don’t scare me anymore. Your threats are empty, just like your love.” You hiss at her while fighting back tears.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Yoohyeon mumbles with a guilty look on her face.

“I would’ve accepted your apology if I was crying over you like I was years ago. Things change, Yoohyeon. I want to stay.” You insist.

Yoohyeon quietly looks at the floor before speaking,

“Fine.” Yoohyeon waves her hand as you disappear from her sight. “Don’t say that I never did anything for you.”

You wake up in the arms of your loved ones as Yoohyeon disappears from your sight.

‘Til we meet again, Yooh.

Take Me Away (TMA): JiU’s Shattered Ending - Repent Your Sins

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TW: Religion, religious themes, jail, running away

You take the garnet necklace into your hands before placing it around your neck.

JiU’s warmth and kindness has stayed in my head from the moment I left her. She did make a mistake, but it was a mistake that anyone would’ve made at that moment. I can’t wait to see her again. Even though it’s been a few days, it feels like it’s been ages since I saw her last.

You climb into bed as you recall more… interestingmemories of you and JiU to occupy your mind as you fall asleep.

~

You wake up as a familiar chill runs over your body. The darkness that surrounds you makes it impossible for you to identify your surroundings. You try to get up, but you’re chained to the ground.

Am I in the jail cell? Is this the day before my execution?

You simply sit in the darkness as you try to form a plan of sorts.

Is there anything I can cut these chains with? That’s a stupid question; of course there isn’t!

You can hear soft footsteps approach the jail cell, and you’re quiet as you see a bit of light enter the hallway.

Who’s coming this way?

You can identify a woman’s shadow in the light, but you aren’t able to make out the figure until she comes into your line of sight.

JiU!

“JiU!” You whisper yell as her head whips towards you.

“Y/N!”

JiU nearly drops the large candle in her hand while fishing something out of her pocket. She triumphantly holds the key in her hand before unlocking your jail cell.

“I missed you.” You say as she sets the candle down next to you.

JiU grabs the chain before using the same key to free you.

“I know.” 

You give her a big hug before JiU grabs her candle from the floor.

“Let’s go. We don’t have much time.” 

JiU gestures for you to follow her as she navigates through the dark hallway.

“Where are we going, exactly?” You ask.

“I’m not sure, but it’ll be someplace where you and I can live happily without fear.” JiU confidently states as you reach the door.

Freedom!

“That doesn’t sound like an awful plan.” You mumble as you both exit the jailhouse.

JiU blows out the candle before setting it on the ground. She looks into the forest ahead before offering you her hand.

“Are you ready to start a new story?”

You laugh before taking her hand.

“You bet!”

Mamamoo - Where They Take You On A First Date

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you all are doing fantastic today.

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TW: Mentions of food

Solar:

- Karaoke Bar

- She’d like to take you somewhere that shows off a more fun, relaxed, and energetic version of herself (and you!)

Moonbyul:

- Local Restaurant/Cafe

- She wants to take you somewhere simple so that her charms and personality really stand out to you.

Wheein:

- Netflix with Takeout at home

- If Wheein is interested in you, then she’ll probably want to get to know you on a more personal level in the comfort of her own home.

Hwasa:

- Fancy Restaurant

- Hwasa wants to leave a good impression on you, so she’ll take you out to a super nice place. (And she pays the bill!)

Mafia! Itzy - Reaction To Their S/O Being Smarter + Stronger Than They Seem (Requested!)

A/N: Guys, girls, and non-binary pearls, I hope you’ve been doing well today! If not, I hope this reaction cheers you up.

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TW: Mafia AU themes (guns, violence, etc.)

Prompt: 

She sighs in disbelief as she nervously plays with a strand of her hair.

“Who in their right mind puts a puzzle lock on a vault?” She thinks to herself.

Apparently those guards of hers took the instruction ‘make sure my money is secure’ a bit too seriously.

She facepalms before hearing another set of footsteps join her.

“Hi, honey!” You giggle as you wrap your arms around them.

She grumbles a greeting back before looking at the door again.

“Do you need help?” You ask.

“I’m fine, Y/N-” She’s interrupted by you placing a flower crown on her head.

You skip over to the lock before messing with it for a minute. It clicks open, and she stares at you in shock.

“How did you…” She trails off as you kick the door to the vault, which causes it to slam open.

Yeji:

• Surprised/Embarrassed 
• “Thank you, dear. I appreciate your assistance.”
• She definitely did not expect that from you at all.
• Yeji blushes out of pure embarrassment since she could’ve at least gotten the lock with a few more tries.
• But she keeps your skills in mind as she returns to her office after grabbing what she needed.

Lia:

• Complete Shock
• “When did you learn how to do that?”
• With her mouth agape, she watches as you retrieve your flower crown from her head before skipping down the hallway.
• She’s standing completely still, partially in fear of you.
• But, she smirks as she turns around and chases you. 
• Lia’s found a way more valuable treasure than whatever was in the vault.

Ryujin:

• Proud
• “That’s my baby!”
• She ruffles your hair and places a kiss on your scalp before dragging you down the hallway.
• Forget the money, she’s got something way more important to deal with.
• “C’mon, I’ve got to teach you how to shoot a gun.”
• “But I wanna make more flower crowns!”

Chaeryeong:

• Concerned
• “Are you alright, babe? You aren’t hurt, right?”
• She immediately rushes over to you to check for any wounds.
• After she’s sure that you’re fine, she takes your hand in hers as she leads you into the vault.
• “It’s time that you learn what is being kept here, Y/N.”

Yuna:

• Annoyed
• “I could’ve done that myself, Y/N!”
• She huffs before the realization hits her.
• You managed to open a locked door and infiltrated her secret vault in less than sixty seconds. Most of her best-ranking officers couldn’t do that.
• Yuna changes courses as she excitedly hugs you.
• “I’ll teach you how to fight, Y/N! Those recruits won’t stand a chance against you.” 

Take Me Away (TMA): JiU’s Restored Ending - My Faith in You

A/N: My dears, I hope you all are having an amazing, wonderful, and absolutely fantastic day! You definitely deserve it.

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TW: Religion, religious themes, pure fluff

You take the garnet necklace into your hands before placing it around your neck.

JiU’s warmth and kindness has stayed in my head from the moment I left her. She did make a mistake, but it was a mistake that anyone would’ve made at that moment. I can’t wait to see her again. Even though it’s been a few days, it feels like it’s been ages since I saw her last.

You climb into bed as you recall sweet memories of you and JiU to occupy your mind as you fall asleep.

~

You wake up in your aunt and uncle’s farmhouse, and you slowly dress yourself as you mentally prepare for another day on the farm.

I wonder what my chores for today will include…

Your door slams open, and you jump back in surprise. JiU comes rushing inside of your room with a big smile on your face.

“I hope you’re done changing because I’ve got some exciting news for us!” 

Before you can say anything, JiU grabs your hand and pulls you out of your room.

She hasn’t changed at all, I see.

“Can you slow down? I’ve just woken up.” You say groggily as JiU laughs.

“Okay, we can walk a little slower. It’s not like this surprise is going anywhere~” She teases as you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“C’mon, it’s just a little walk from the house.” She gestures to the front door before the two of you walk out together hand-in-hand.

~

You stare at the house that’s only a short distance from your aunt and uncle’s home in confusion.

What is this?

You tilt your head at her.

“Why did you bring me here?” 

JiU laughs before answering, “I brought you here because this is where we live now! Your aunt and uncle got us a home after they found out about us.”

You can only stare at the house in awe as a blush rises on your face.

“They did that… for us?”

“They always were on the generous side. Now, let’s head inside before we become ill.” JiU begins to walk in the house as you slowly follow behind her.

“I guess this begins a new chapter of my life. It’ll be a story that you and I can tell together.” You say before entering the home.

JiU looks back at you and smiles.

“I think that we’ll make a lot of stories and memories in this home.”

Siyeon (Café AU) - Take A Sip [You’ll Find Out] (Requested!)

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TW: Mentions of food and drinks, angst but it’s a soft kind of angst that slowly breaks your heart.

The drive to work is as boring as usual until one of Siyeon’s song recommendations pops up on your playlist. Your heart flutters as you turn up the radio. The words automatically come out of your mouth, and you wonder if all of that practice will be worth it in the end.

Using one of Siyeon’s favorite songs to confess to her might be a bit cliche, but she’ll love it. I already know that she must feel something for me because of all of that flirting. I just want to make the confession good enough for her.

You continue to travel to work as thoughts of Siyeon fill your mind.

~

You throw on your apron and quickly fix your hair before heading inside of the tiny cafe that’s across from the university that Siyeon attends.

I wonder if she comes and visits this place when she’s off.

You greet your boss as they open up the cash register for the day. They wave at you before continuing to count money.

You walk around the counter and head into the back room.

“Well, look who it is…” Siyeon smirks as you set your stuff down on one of the chairs.

“I’m back and better than ever.” You smile before taking a seat next to Siyeon.

You can feel your heart race as she leans towards you.

“Are you working a full 8 hour shift today?” She asks quietly as she rests her head on your shoulders.

You play with her hair for a moment before answering, “When am I not?”

Siyeon giggles, and you can feel the vibration of her body against yours. You’re thankful that her head is tilted away from yours so she can’t see you blush.

“Good, because I am too. I don’t know why the owner hasn’t separated us yet?” Siyeon quietly confesses.

“Maybe it’s because they enjoy the show that we put on.” 

“Show?” Siyeon looks at you confused for a moment, “Oh, you mean when I flirt with you, you flirt back, and then I win because I’m much more charming than you are.”

“Hey, I can be charming too.” You huff in annoyance,

“Of course you are. If it counts for anything, I find you charming~” Siyeon pokes your cheek before lifting her head off of your shoulder.

“Hey, we haven’t started yet!” You blush at Siyeon.

She totally is more charming than I am, but I can hold my own.

“It’s never too early for me.” She laughs before heading out of the break room.

You quickly follow with a lovesick smile on your face.

~

“You look prettier than a flower in the midst of spring.” You gently cup Siyeon’s face with one hand after she hands a coffee to a customer.

“And you’re like a dream come true, Y/N.” She teases while copying your actions.

“That means that you wouldn’t mind me…” You trail off as your eyes look at her lips.

“Go right ahead.” Siyeon smiles as the two of you lean in.

Your face is nearly touching hers, and you can feel her breath on your lips. You’re tempted to just steal a kiss now and explain later, but you choose to stare into her eyes instead.

She raises an eyebrow at you, as if she’s daring you to make a move. You still paused while waiting for more confirmation from her that it’s okay.

You stand like that for what feels like an eternity before Siyeon breaks away from you with laughter on her lips. She pulls her hand away from your face as you try to hide your visible disappointment.

“Ah, you’re going to have to try a little harder if you want something like that from me.” Siyeon brightly beams at you, and it’s nearly enough to erase the pain in your heart.

“What do I have to do to get that kiss, then?” You seriously ask.

“Yah, I’m not telling you!”

~

After four hours of working, the two of you are allowed a break. You both immediately head into the break room to relax.

“Say, Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Siyeon’s eyes connect with yours as you feel your heart race.

“Sure.” You smile at her while trying to figure out what she might ask.

Could it be a confession of sorts? Maybe I won’t have to do it myself.

“Do you often think about the future?” She asks as you visibly deflate.

Nevermind.

“Doesn’t everyone at some point?” You joke back while trying to smile.

“I mean, what do you plan on doing in life? I assume that you don’t plan on working here until you die.” Siyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I haven’t quite figured that out yet. I’m just trying to go one day at a time.” You thoughtfully answer.

“That’s great, Y/N.” Siyeon mumbles, and you can tell that something’s bothering her.

“Is everything alright? You can always talk to me, and you have my number-” 

Siyeon interrupts you by shaking her head.

“No, it was just a ‘what if?’ sort of question,” Siyeon softly says, “and we should get back. Our break is nearly over.”

Siyeon quietly walks out of the room, and you give her space before exiting the room after her.

I wonder what that was all about…

~

The rest of your shift goes normally, and the end of your shift approaches quicker than you’d like. Siyeon offers you a small wave and a quick hug before leaving as soon as possible. You choose to take your time as you over-analyze every interaction that you’ve had with Siyeon today.

The drive home is comfortable and quiet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

~

As you toss and turn in bed, Siyeon’s words echo in your head.

“Do you often think about the future?” 

Of course I do, and I imagine it with you.

“I mean, what do you plan on doing in life? I assume that you don’t plan on working here until you die.”

I’d like to at least ask you out before you leave. Is that too much to ask for?

Your mind toys with the idea of asking Siyeon out tomorrow.

I have to do it soon. I don’t know how much longer I can take her flirting.

You make a mental note to pick up flowers and a teddy bear before you go to work. Content with your decision, you slowly begin to fall asleep.

~

The drive to work makes you more and more anxious, even though you have nothing to worry about.

If it doesn’t go well, so what? You and Siyeon can still be friends!

You leave the flowers and stuffed bear in your car as you enter the front door of the cafe. You scan the area while trying to find Siyeon.

Where could she be?

You peek into the back room, but Siyeon isn’t there either.

That’s weird. She doesn’t ever call off unless she’s sick.

You go to find the owner of the shop who sits at the cash register.

“Hey, have you seen Siyeon today?” You nervously ask.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Siyeon put in her two-week notice, well, two weeks ago! She said that this job was distracting her from her studies. What a shame… she was a nice girl, too. It’ll just be me and you, Y/N, until we can find a replacement.”

She…left without telling me? Was I the distraction that she mentioned? I thought that we’d…

“Oh, okay.” You answer before rushing to the back room.

You slump against the door as you pull out your phone.

Not a single text or call. Who does that? I thought we had something…

Tears rapidly fall down your face as you set your phone down.

I was wrong, I guess. I hope Siyeon is happy with her decision, wherever she may be now.

Vampire! Wendy x Human! Reader - Addicted (Requested!)

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope the end of your week is as amazing as you all are!

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TW: Vampires, blood, reader faints

The red glow in Wendy’s eyes wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

She’s hungry, and we ran out of blood a few days ago. She hasn’t been able to track any blood down for days…

You nervously bite your lip as you call out to your girlfriend, “Wendy!”

“What’s up?” She tries to hide the bloodthirstiness in her eyes by brushing her bangs over her eyes.

You sigh before brushing them back into place.

“Do you want to drink from me?” You offer as you pull down the collar of your shirt.

Wendy’s eyes are glued to your neck as she slowly nods. She pulls you into her embrace before placing a chastise kiss on your neck.

You feel a slight pinch on your neck as Wendy begins to drink from you. You stay still for a few moments until you start to feel lightheaded.

“Wendy…” You mutter softly as your eyelids rapidly begin to flutter open and closed.

You remember her briefly responding to you as everything around you disappeared into darkness.

~

The next thing you remember is the bright sunlight peeking into your bedroom. 

You grumble softly as your eyes open without your permission.

Five more minutes, I beg of you…

You open your eyes, only to see Wendy anxiously sitting on a chair next to your bed.

“What’s going on?” You quickly sit up.

“Ah, don’t do that!” Wendy scolds you while placing a pillow behind your back to support you.

“Why are you-” A sharp pain in your skull and a continuous pinching pain in your neck hit you like a hangover after a long night out on the town.

You cry out in pain as Wendy wraps her arm around you.

“I’m sorry, babe.” She mutters softly against your skin.

“For what?” You look at her with confusion.

“I… drank too much of your blood last night. You fainted, and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Oh.” You gently squeeze her arm, reassuring Wendy that you weren’t mad.

“Can I make it up to you in any way?” Wendy looks anxiously at you.

“Come cuddle me in this bed, and we’ll find out.”

A big smile breaks out on her face as she does exactly what you say.

Take Me Away (TMA): Yoohyeon’s Shattered Ending - Shooting Stars Fade Fast

A/N: Ah, the angst train continues with another Shattered Ending! I hope you all are enjoying all of these different endings. (Also, DC got their first win today and I’m literally so proud of them and all of the hard work Insomnias have done to support them. It’s been a long time coming. )

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TW: Angst ending, arguments, failures

You admire the sapphire brooch before snatching it from the box.

I think that Yoohyeon deserves a second chance. We all make mistakes; that’s what makes us human. I think that we could get over this and try again. I may still need time to heal but I need to do so in that world.

You snuggle into your bed as a calm sleep begins to fall over you.

~

You wake in a familiar home as you begin to prepare yourself to film more scenes of the movie. You’re barely able to get dressed before someone knocks on your door.

“Hey, you’ve got to make a TV appearance soon! After that colossal failure of a film, we need to get you back on track.” Your agent says before you hear them leave.

Did the film not do well? I thought that it would do well due to mine and Yoohyeon’s chemistry.

You shrug before getting ready for the interview.

I wonder what Yoohyeon is doing now. Is she alive and well? She must be, otherwise the movie would’ve halted production.

You quickly exit your room before your agent can yell at you again.

~

After a successful TV interview, you’re able to convince your limo driver to take you to Yoohyeon’s place.

“I wouldn’t recommend going there. She’s still torn up because of how the movie was received.” The driver sighs before shaking their head. “I know that you won’t let me take you home, so I’ll take you to Yoohyeon. No snitching, alright? I’ll say we went for food.”

You give them a warm smile.

“That sounds good to me!”

~

When you arrive at Yoohyeon’s home, you’re cautiously optimistic as you knock on her door.

What do I even say to her when I see her? Shall I be comforting, or should I be direct?

The door opens, and you see a miserable version of the girl you once knew and loved. Her clothes are wrinkly, her hair is a mess, and her eyes are filled with tears.

“Please leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.” 

Yoohyeon tries to shut the door, but you’re able to stop it with your foot.

“Why not?”

“Why not? Y/N, we just made ourselves national embassaments instead of national treasures! How are our careers going to recover after this? I knew that signing up for that movie was a mistake.” 

You feel a lump in your throat as your brain dissects every word she says.

“Everything about that movie was a mistake, huh?” You ask as you try to force the tears and sadness down deep inside you.

Yoohyeon gives you a confused look.

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

You look directly in her eyes with an unmistakable amount of pain in yours.

“Was I a mistake? Were ‘we’ a mistake?” 

You take a step back from her front door as you take a deep breath. Yoohyeon pauses for a moment, and you shake your head at her.

“You know what? I don’t even want to know. Keep your secrets and lies, Yoohyeon, and keep me out of them.” You turn away from her as you briskly begin to walk back to the limo.

“Y/N, wait!”

“I don’t want to hear it, Yoohyeon!” You yell at her before climbing into your car.

The driver looks at you with concern as you let the tears fall from your eyes.

“Are you alrigh-”

“Just drive the goddamn car.” You direct. “Drive for as long as you want for what I care. I just want to be nowhere near that woman.”

“As you request.” The driver nods before starting the car.

You regretfully stare out the window as Yoohyeon re-enters her home.

I wish we could’ve worked out, but two stars only cross paths for a small amount of time before leaving each other in the dust.