life's too short to even care at all

life's too short to even care at all

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[🩵] one more spoon of cough syrup*

*masterlist of all written works! *no specific group, but mainly k-pop artists

legend: 🌸 fluff / ☔️ angst / 🌶️ smut / 🤡 crack

[🩵] park jihoon (wannaone/solo artist)

in your hands 🌸🌶️ / 1,761 words the biggest distraction (motivator) 🌸 / 1,195 words

[🩵] choi san (ateez)

morning highs 🌸 / 404 words again and again 🌸 / 661 words

[updating soon...]

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again and again (cs)

summary ⇾ your first kiss with san went a little like this...

details ⇾ 661 words / choi san x female!reader (newly)established relationship / shy cheesy fluff / reader calls him 'sannie'

notes ⇾ alexa, play *everything* by the black skirts 🎶

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for the rest of the night, san's been having clammy hands and nearly tripping on his feet every single time he steps out onto the sidewalk at the mere thought of doing what he wanted to do. it's been a few months since your first date, which led to the plenty of handful more after that and... san thinks it's nearly time... to, well, y'know... (no, you actually don't)

the time is ticking closer and closer to the time he recognises the familiarity of your doorstep. it's only a matter of time before–shit–is it already–"c'mon sannie," your voice grips him back to reality, his hand stubbornly clutching onto yours as you try to fish out for your keys to unlock your door but he's the anchor weighing you down.

"i have a long day tomorrow," you chuckle, swinging his hand in hopes to loosen it. instinctively, he lets out a soft oh and lets go, allowing you to get your keys out to begin unlocking the door. a part of him easily regrets letting you to so soon but he damn near forgets to breathe when you turn around and–and you just–you look as if you're unreal.

smiling at him past the dim lights peeking from the nightlights you leave on from inside. it creates this outline around you; like it's ethereal, like you shouldn't exist.

like you're everything san's been thinking about since the day he met you.

he's somehow frozen in time, remaining motionless but his eyes grow wide at the tingling sensation he feels on his cheek. motion kicks in his body, his hand comes up to touch his cheek where your lips had been. he blinks at you, seeing how happy and giddy you are from pulling such a stunt.

he moves before he can control himself.

in the small space of your doorway, san's holding onto your waist with one arm. the other is gently holding your chin and he swears he can count the lashes on your eyes. he tries not to crumble when you let out a soft gasp but easily find stability on his shoulders as his kneecaps bump against yours.

you watch him watch you. then, your eyes glance down to see his adam's apple bobbing–he's nervous–visibly so–and it's making you nervous, too.

but the nerves begin to ebb away when san asks softly, quietly: "can... can i kiss you?"

san feels his lifespan extending by a tenfold when he sees how you're trying not to smile too hard; already nodding. there's no other way to do it than for san to lean in. he's testing the waters with just a gentle press to your lips. once, twice, he pulls away briefly for like a second before he goes back in to kiss you a third time. this time it's longer and he feels his heart swelling when your lips part. the slight brush of tongues is what makes his knees borderline weak as he grips onto you tighter, pulling you closer to him.

he's not sure if he does it to balance you or himself; either one, he's happy to anchor you down with the way he feels your hands squeezing his shoulders. his eagerness to please comes in the form of kittenish licks to your bottom lip and the submission of feeling you come apart, so willing, so warm is what makes san's knees weak.

then it's the clashing of teeth from smiling too hard. it's a domino effect. san smiles when you smile. breathless when you are. pulling back but not too far to rest his forehead on yours to see your–still–closed eyes with a content smile.

"can..." san asks softly, beckoning you to open your eyes as your hands on his shoulder slide over to hug him by the neck, blinking up to him, "can we do that again, please?"

san thinks this must be heaven.

"yes, please."

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morning highs (cs)

summary ⇾ mornings are usually your favorite (because there's san).

details ⇾ 404 words / choi san x female!reader (established relationship) / domestic fluff

notes ⇾ no notes, just a bit of choi san lovin'!

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the morning is quiet, the sheets are cold and the sunlight is just enough to get san to peel his eyes open as he comes to wake. his arm instinctively reaches out, and is immediately disappointed when he doesn't feel you next to him. he half-haphazardly sits up with a huff, eyes still somewhat glued shut with muscle memory of the house layout guiding him out of the bedroom.

he takes tiny shuffles, occasionally putting his hand out to make sure he doesn't bump into anything. it's only until his feet reaches the cold tiles of the kitchen that he opens his eyes and is already smiling when he sees–"g'morning handsome. i was just gonna get back to you,"

before you can make a move, he's already on you.

"how could you leave me..." he mumbles, latching himself onto you as he curls his arms around you; his bare chest pressed your back but he's already radiating warmth with the only barrier between your bodies is his boxers lining his hips and the thin material of your night dress. chuckling, you put your cup of tea down to the counter, so you would have two hands free to rub along his forearms around your waist.

"it's just the start of the day and i already did something wrong?" you chuckle, palms smoothening on his skin. you feel him shaking his head against your back, squeezing your waist.

"mm..." you feel him sighing as he moves his head to rest in the nook of your neck, "you can do no wrong..."

you nuzzle your head against his, as much as you can feel it. you can hear him smiling, and then you feel it when he kisses your shoulder.

the kitchen is quiet apart from the sounds of both of your calm breaths and light movement of your hands rubbing along his arms. then, higher up for you to feel his hair as you reach up with a small smile. it makes your heart swell in delight when he stays like that, unmoving but he's occasionally planting kisses every now and then. it's the kind of bliss that makes you feel happy; in the littlest of things, in the silence, in the highs of being... just being here with him.

and in san's silence, with the way he's holding onto you, just like this, he knows that you know he feels the same.

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the biggest distraction (motivator) (pjh)

summary ⇾ there are days where jihoon swears you're the biggest distraction to him (of course, how could he not look at you when you're here with him?) but on days like this, you're his biggest motivator.

details ⇾ 1,195 words / park jihoon x female!reader (established relationship) / cheesy fluff

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the telltales of jihoon preparing for a new role always has the same clockwork-like pattern. he'll have his material lined up, packed in his bag on the go wherever he is with a bit of downtime he's able to sneak in an hour or two to look through his lines, script, scenes. he's an absolute professional for someone at the peak age before his thirties that it astonishes you.

and of course it does.

even now under your dingy study lamp where he's hunched over the desk, papers laid out on the table with the same highlighter you got him five months ago (which is somehow still inked) he's fiddling in his hands.

past all that, he still knows–"i can feel you staring, y'know?"

"yeah?" you perk from the bed a couple of steps away, rolling to the side, blinking at him despite his eyes never leaving his study material, "what are my eyes saying?"

you watch as he fights the urge and tries not to give in... but when you speak to him like that, his eyes close and he takes a deep breath before glancing over, a smile threatening to form on his lips.

"telling me to come to bed."

he can't take his eyes off of you when it makes you laugh, falling back onto the pillow with a grin. he watches quite literally how you light up in the dark of your room, curled up in the sheets and looking very cozy to snuggle up to–no, jihoon, focus.

"well i'll be damned, no wonder you're a star actor," your voice snaps him from his train of thought. he blinks at you as he sees how you're chuckling, laying on the pillow, fiddling with your phone that illuminates your features. "i'll leave you be, then."

there's this silence lingering in the air. the kind that is not stiff but it's... there's a taste of tension in the dust particles that makes you peer up from the edge of your phone to see jihoon's blatantly staring at you.

past the staring, there's this small pout on his lips.

it makes you snort, lowering your phone to raise a brow at him.

"what is it, handsome?"

he doesn't answer immediately, only deepening his pout. this time, his brows furrow, too.

"hm?" you hum at him, making the move to sit up on your arms with your phone discarded to the side.

he glances to his notes in front of him, to back at you, back at his notes, down on his lap, back to you, and back to his notes once more. jihoon lets out a sigh and you chuckle with the shaking of your head. this man has said everything without saying anything at all.

carefully, you push aside the blanket to find your balance on the floor. jihoon's eyes are now glued onto you, as if he's stalking your every move but his body already registers the familiarity. he shifts the chair back and roots his feet to the floor and arms instinctively spreads open for you to–"oof!" you let out a sharp exhale when both of jihoon's arms snake around your waist to leverage you on his lap. his cheek already pressed to your back and you can hear him smiling.

"if you wanted me here you should've just said something," you laugh, hands smoothening over his exposed arms that now feel warm against your body.

"didn't want to impose," he murmurs, lifting his head up to plant a kiss to your shoulder and then looming his head over it, "but now i don't wanna let you go."

you shift back to get comfortable, legs overlapping his as you use your chin to jut at the papers in front of the pair of you.

"then how're you gonna flip through your notes?"

he blinks at you sweetly, a smile poking at the corner of his lips.

you squint your eyes at him.

"you're a sneaky one, park jihoon."

facing forward, you gain leverage with jihoon balancing you on his lap, giving you freedom to anchor your elbows on the table in front of you. picking up on where he's left off, you're lifting up the thin booklet with the highlighter so he can read through his notes.

"isn't this like, top secret? i'm getting the inside scoop for the drama that's not even aired yet."

"yeah but i trust you," he doesn't bat an eye, still scanning through the words on the paper you're holding up. it makes you chuckle, reading the same lines he's probably reading.

"how sure are you i won't sell you out?" you prod.

he scoffs a laugh, doesn't even need to look at you when he says, "never. you won't."

in your silence, that makes him to peek at you with a raised brow.

"right?" he says, more like a statement than a question.

you stick your cheek out to him, "give me your love and affection and no one faces any damages."

jihoon's laugh vibrates your back with such joy it makes your heart swell. and even more with the way he uses a hand to reach up, gently holding your chin to tilt your face so he can kiss your lips. it's a soft kiss but it lingers, making your lips tingle even when he pulls away.

"you have all of me," he presses another kiss, before murmuring over your lips, "and more."

your eyes squint at him with a smile threatening to form, leaning back a little to create some distance to see his boyish smile.

"you really are a sneaky one."

he doesn't answer, only tilting his head as his eyes seem to be smiling at you. hesitantly, you look away and hold up his notes, beckoning him to do the same as he re-latches his chin on your shoulder, peering.

"all of my assistance here comes with a cost," you say, feeling him nod.

"of course," he chuckles, "what's mine is yours."

and even though the two of you laugh quietly before the quiet really settles in to let jihoon concentrate, that in itself isn't a joke. despite jihoon being dedicated to his craft, you feel his entire being tied to you with how his arms are banded around your waist, one of his hands still managing to squeeze your thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes in between. it's as if he's memorising his work and you at the same time, planting kisses to your shoulder periodically as if it's some sort of payment (that you'll gladly accept).

jihoon thought you would be his biggest distraction (which on some days, you are with how hard it is for him to concentrate - you can't blame me! you're so pretty, it physically hurts not being able to look at you. but on days like this, where he's able to have you and his work intertwined, you become his biggest motivator to work this hard. with the way you're so earnest and genuine in helping him–do i turn the page now? how about highlighting this section?–how can he not fall in love with you just a little bit more?)

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in your hands (pjh)*

summary ⇾ jihoon knows exactly when to take care of you, especially in his own ways. details ⇾ 1,761 words / park jihoon x female!reader (established relationship) / fluff, smut* minors dni notes ⇾ been loving park jihoon lately, just needed to get this out somewhere! enjoy! 🩵

in all honesty, you hadn't planned for things to turn out the way they did... but you're not opposed to it–especially not jihoon.

the night had unravelled in the few similar ways than most. the bag discarded on the floor, a heavy sigh that left your lips as the world begins to sink in. a part of you had forgotten that you no longer lived alone when a pair of attentive eyes spot you from the second you stepped through the door. it's like he knows; a wavelength connected through the air that reaches him and... "welcome home, baby."

"hey," your voice is soft, but not as soft as the way jihoon's hand caresses your cheek before he pulls you in for a hug. and with a little convincing here, a little undressing there, the two of you are sharing a bath in the dim light of the bathroom. the intentions were pure and kind; jihoon wanted to spend some time with you and give you a bit of a princess treatment by washing your body, giving you a little scrub and... well...

maybe it was the intimacy of being this close, or maybe it was the fact that jihoon can feel your warmth against his bare body... but the touches start off innocent. with one arm steadying around you, the other is trailing down to rub along your thighs. he feels how smooth it is to glide his palm across your skin, sliding through the water until he reaches your kneecap.

he smiles against the side of your head when he feels you shifting with a soft hum; the sound of content, calm. everything that he wants you to be able to feel after a long day.

and it stays like that for a while...and then it doesn't.

jihoon rubs circles with his thumb on your kneecap, the other arm banded by your waist keeps you glued to him, pressed to his chest as he feels your intake of air steadying. then, it's those innocent touches begin to wander on their own; as if a mind of its own. it doesn't faze you at first, not until you feel his hand sliding up your inner thigh–and instead of moving down to your knee, it dips inwards.

he catches the gasp that leaves your lips and the way your hands woosh around the water to find your balance. you try to look over your shoulder but with the limited space, you're left to turning the cheek as he leans forward to meet your gaze halfway. you don't say anything and neither does he, but it's like he's reading your mind–you're reading his mind to piece it together.

his fingers are gentle, merely brushing along your folds with the ease of the soapy, lukewarm water but god does it already feel good. jihoon offers you a sweet smile and presses a kiss to your forehead. then, a soft whisper just let me take care of you and you're a goner.

it's like a switch to sit back, to fall into whatever command he has on you and to let him anchor you down. one of your arms fold on top of his and he catches your fingertips to hold you against him. your free hand remains gripping onto the side of the bathtub and it's everything he needs to know he can take reign to do what he wants.

he's delicate, teasing–almost–with the way he finds your clit and begins drawing light circles. with a whimper that enters his ears, it tugs on the corners of his lips to apply more pressure; feeling how your flesh, your skin, swells against the pads of his fingers as the pleasure begins to awaken your nerves.

before you can find your footing against the slippery acrylic, jihoon's finger slides in and it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. he sees how white your knuckles are turning from gripping onto the bathtub. he sits up a little, balancing you on him as he sees you turn your face to lean against his shoulder. he's now able to admire your face, your expressions as he begins to stretch you apart with another finger, testing the waters by sliding in and out slowly.

he swallows thickly, feeling the arousal gathering at the lower half of his body and he knows you feel it when you shift back, feeling the hardening of his cock against your lower back.

you're already trying to reach back but he hisses at you, shaking his head and he grips onto you tight, limiting your movements. "no," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and staying there, "another time. just... relax," he plants another kiss, as if he's trying to convince you (but really, any excuse to kiss you), "hm?"

your eyes manage to flicker up to his despite the odd angle. with the way he's smiling at you, it's very hard not to. you just make a mental note to most definitely give him a really nice time next round and for now–he tuts, well-aware of what's going through your mind at the lack of response.

"stop thinking too much," he huffs, giving his fingers a curl and it makes you clench around his fingers with a gasp. "and just let me touch you like this, yeah?"

he pulls his fingers out and slides back in, all while watching your features letting loose as you nod your head against his shoulder.

"...okay,"

"okay?"

"yes," you breathe, squeezing his hand beneath the water, "yes, please."

he grins, gums showing as he shifts his footing, thighs brushing alongside yours as he murmurs a low good, before he plunges in a third finger that nearly has you seeing stars. it's an audible moan that fuels him to move faster, dive in a little deeper; raking anything to try to evoke those pretty sounds coming out of your lips.

and at the rate he's going, he's collecting them pretty fast–and he knows it. he feels how you're gripping onto him more ways than one. fingers beneath the waters, pussy clamping down on his fingers as he fucks you with them. your breathing grows heavy as you begin to squirm but he's got you locked down. fingers curling relentlessly, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing you hard until you feel yourself clenching harder, throbbing.

"jihoon," you manage in one sharp breath, finding the words hard to form themselves.

he lines his nose along yours, gaping as he's in awe with the pretty sounds you make. "yeah?"

"i'm-i'm–"you stammer, fingers moving away from his hold to clutch onto his arm, nearly clawing at his skin.

"close? you gonna come on my fingers?"

"yesyesyes–i'm so close,"

"good," he smiles, curling his fingers again to see how it makes you flinch with pleasure. he sees how your body begins to writhe, the water spilling out of the tub as he keeps you close as he feels your hot breath fanning his collarbone. he doesn't say anything, he only eggs you on by doing all the things that seem to tick the boxes right when he sees how your eyes struggle to stay open, your thighs quivering.

you give exactly what jihoon what he wants the same time he gives you what you want. the coil from within snaps, your breathing stammers and your body tenses with your toes curling from how good it feels. the cherry on top is how he hikes you up against him and giving you one last sink of his fingers into you. you process he's chuckling when you whine from the lack of balance. your hands sink into the water to grab ahold of his arms.

he rides out your high with languid movements slowly coming to a stop. he presses a kiss to your temple and sighs, pleased with the way he's able to–quite literally–feel you come undone. the aftershocks are about to kick in with the way he refuses to take his fingers out. you almost knock him in the abdomen, turning the cheek to–"jihoon, i'm going to–"he surges forward to plant a kiss on your lips, the same time he pulls his fingers out to cue the wave of relief that washes over you.

he has this shit-eating grin on his face, that glint in his eyes as he murmurs over your lips, "i'll be nice tonight because you had a rough day."

you roll your eyes at him–none with malice–and then smack his arm still banded around your waist. now his other hand slides around your waist like a safety net as he shifts you down on him to rest in the waters.

"thanks for your consideration," you huff, pinching one of his arms, as you fold your arms to hug his arms hugging you.

"you're welcome," he chuckles, earning himself another pinch to the thigh as you two sit in the quietness; the tranquil of the evening developing to night. he feels your stomach grumbling against his arms but refuses to move when you rest against him with a contented sigh. who is he to deny you this little moment of stillness and togetherness (when he most definitely wants it for himself, too).

((the night dies down when you're leaning against jihoon's chest. dinner long digested, the television forgotten as it turns into white noise. in the lull of falling asleep, jihoon catches your words murmuring into his ears. "you're so good to me," he debated on answering, but he can't hold himself back. "are we going to start stating the obvious?" jihoon snorts, glancing down at you to see how your eyes are already shut. it doesn't stop him from talking, though. "because i can list out a hundred ways of how you're good to me–umph!" it's messy but sure way of getting him to shut up when your hand darts out blindly to slap it on his mouth. "stop talking..." as much as he wants to retaliate, he can see how you're succumbing to sleep that... okay, maybe this is where he'll be nice to you. not because you're entirely right but because you deserve it. he smiles against your hand and peels it off his mouth, giving you a kiss to the palm as he lowers your hand to his side. "fine," he breathes, giving your hand a squeeze as he feels you losing consciousness on him, but not without whispering a soft i love you that doesn't go unnoticed. his eyes flutter shut as he rests his cheek atop your head, nodding with a quiet i love you.))