Hiii, I love your waking up with the teamies, so could I req waking up with the flyings? <3
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ WAKING UP WITH FLYINGS 🧸ྀི
[ extras ] mention of spit and snoring bc we're all humans and im tired of fics making me guilty for snoring in my sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wc varies 255-281 per member. hyub&jaehyun muscles. also mention of sleep paralysis
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! okay first of all FLYINGS. flyings is so cute im sobbing im stealing that. SECOND OF ALL anon i love you i would die for you. LIKE !!! NFLYING REQ??? IN THE BIG 2025 ??? i am starved for n.fia moots and readers PLEASE show urself more i beg…. and also, enjoy this mwhehehehe <3
@fish-and-cake-net ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ @kstrucknet
┆彡 SEUNGHYUB [ 승협 ]
bros a HUGGER im sorry i cant picture him otherwise
10 out of 10 times you will wake up wrapped in his arms, skin to skin. no matter the season, he will hug you
but hey, it's not a bad thing: you can use his arms or chest as a pillow<333
he's kinda like a human comforter, who needs a blanket when you have him
since he likes to go on a run, he often wakes up before you. in those times he often just lays and watches you, totally love struck<3 fixes you hair or wipes your spit if you're drooling (but don't worry, he finds it the cutest thing in the world)
sometimes he'll tease and wake you up with a kiss… or a pinch to your cheek >:( depends on which side of the menace scale he wakes up)
if you protest to leave the bed he WILL pick you up effortlessly btw.
seunghyub's skin was warm underneath your cheek. you felt his other hand being thrown over you. the sun was already high up in the sky, casting light through your window.
suddenly, you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead. your eyelids fluttered and you fought back a smile, as your heart skipped a beat.
"you're drooling like a baby, you know?"
your eyes shot wide open to tease him back but then you felt a sudden pinch on your cheek.
"hey—!"
"knew it!" seunghyub giggled, his deep morning voice making you quickly forget about the menacing gesture.
┆彡 HUN [ 훈 ]
cat.
when he's asleep his body acts on his own. usually, it's 50/50: he'e either glued to you, head on your chest OR he's at the very end of the bed, back facing you. he doesn't control it in his sleep!!!
but he also usually wakes up before you, sometimes woken up by romang. he likes to admire your sleeping beauty before leaving the bed to feed his beloved furry child<3
speaking of which, hun just adores the sight of you two sleeping together. has a whole secret album of pics of you sleeping w romang<3
also nuzzles his head into you. both in his sleep or when he's trying to wake you up since his hair tickle your skin and the sound of your giggles being the first thing to hear in the morning… it's something he could die for
AND AND!!! he loves back scratches. when you know he deserves some more rest, you scratch his back and he's out like a baby
a soft tickling feeling woke you up. peeking an eye open you saw romang nudging you with her head. you smiled and petted the cat, looking to your side.
hun was asleep, his back facing you. as you scratched romang in deep thought, you decided to scoot over and scratch hun's back gently as well.
his body immediately reacted, a soft groan of satisfaction leaving his throat. romang sent you a jealous stare and jumped off the bed, so you just carried on gently carresing hun's back with your nails.
┆彡 JAEHYUN [ 재현 ]
good luck waking up alive.
no like he WILL throw his whole body on you. he's just like hyub but way worse. he IS a human comforter. not only will kick his own in the sleep but also literally lay on you.
like a starfish too. even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to count all the weird positions you've found him when you woke up.
yeah and also you sometimes wake up with him gone. no, not gone as in 'already-left-the-house" gone. he sometimes does fall off the bed… and doesn't realize.
(once he even brought you down with him ijbol)
does give me snorer vibes.
he's just a puppy and WILL wake you up the second he's awake too. he's a simple man and cannot bear a second without you.
and also trust, has the most creative ways of waking you up. tickling, pinching, kissing, playing your most hated song right next to your ear…? a menace.
but don't worry, revenge is always the sweetest ~
you woke up with heavy chest, literally. it was hard to breathe and for a split second you thought you're having a sleep paralysis. but one peek to your left revealed the demon behind the feeling.
jaehyun with his cheek squished onto your arm, a small trace of spit in the corner of his lips. his bangs were covering the half of his face.
and almost all his limb were covering you. muscular arm thrown over you, the other somewhere under your head, hands connecting and almost putting you in a headlock. his right leg was also thrown over, discarding the comforter along the way.
well, you weren't getting up anytime soon.
┆彡 HWESEUNG [ 회승 ]
teddy bear:(
waking up in his arms is the best thing that has ever happened to you. he's just so cozy and cuddly, always having his head tucked into your neck and holding you like his own personal teddy bear.
will wriggle a bit in the morning, complaining about getting up… sometimes will beg you for head scratches
(if you decline he plays the lullaby card… and truth be told, his voice lulls you to sleep better than any cozy comforter)
when you wake up before him, you're greeted with the cutest sight ever: his squished cheeks:( against the pillow or your shoulder, doesn't matter. when his cheekies are squished and lips formed into a sleepy pout, you simple can't resist waking him up by smothering his face with kisses
but he doesn't mind either <3
sometimes will pretend that he's asleep on purpose, pulling his best pouty face, just so you could kiss him!!! and it works because you haven't realized his clever scheme… yet…
"hwe, we need to wake up…" you whine, hands frozen above his shoulders. you had to leave early but he looked so adorable sleeping like this. you had no heart to wake him up.
his arms were wrapped around your pillow that he snatched when you moved away. cheeks squished and lips pouting, soft snores escaping him.
"mhm… one more… minute" he mumbled, hand suddenly letting go and looking for you. he quickly pulled you in close. and you couldn't resist placing a kiss or two on his cheeks.
┆彡 DONGSUNG [ 동성 ]
also treats you like a personal teddy bear!!! when he comes back home from work and you're already in bed, he will wrap his hands around you and you are sure to wake up in the same position
yes, will snore into your ear but so what?? at least he's cute while doing that !!!
sometimes doesn't realize it but he squeezes you in his sleep, as if checking if you're still in his arms
when he wakes up, he doesn't let go first… ever. will either stare at you with heart eyes or let go only when you beg him to
sometimes will dissociate and stroke his thumb on your ribs, waking you up by the ticklish feeling >:( feels really sorry after (but he was daydreaming about your future together, can you blame this man?!) and offers you tons of kisses and cuddles as an apology
adding to being embraced by his arms 24/7… 3 out of 4 times WILL have one of his legs thrown over you. the concept of personal space is unknown to him, especially in sleep ^-^
the soft fanning of dongsung's breath made you think he's still asleep. you felt his arms around you, back glued to his chest. you were thinking how to escape him because you wanted to surprise him with breakfast.
but out of the blue, you heard him sighing heavily.
"so pretty…" he murmured, deep morning voice sending shivers down the spine. his next words were punctuated by kisses on your shoulder that traveled up to your neck. "pretty… and mine. only… mine"
you decided to pretend you were still asleep just to check how far his lips would travel.
the fresh spring breeze made your laundry rustle on the wind. you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to take a small break from hanging the freshly washed clothing.
the green leaves on the nearby trees were so simple yet brought good mood. they were a reminder how couple days ago the branches were still nude and empty after winter. grass tickled your bare feet and sunshine prickled your skin comfortably.
"hey."
you turned around, hair brushing your neck.
your husband was walking toward you, a big smile on his face.
you resumed hanging clothes on the clothesline, grabbing one of his white shirts. water gently dripped , running down your forearms. you had to stand on your tiptoes to hang the shirt by a yellow clip.
seunghyub watched you carefully, analyzing your focused face.
birds started singing somewhere in the distance.
"what? you just came here to stare?" you asked suddenly, grabbing your sundress.
the scent of the laundry detergent lingered in the air and seunghyub just scoffed, his wedding ring reflecting the sunlight. you had to squint.
"no...oh, well…" he stuttered, loving how your skin absorbed the sun rays, how glowy you looked, how— "your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting"
you giggled, straightening the material of the freshly washed dress.
"you're terrible at flirting" you looked at him and bursted out laughing at his offended.
"hey, i'm not! not my fault my wife is so beautiful!" he stated, grabbing his socks from the laundry basket. you eyed his lean arms for a moment before you continued. "also, if i was terrible at flirting…"
you already knew what was coming and you tried to suppress your grin.
"i wouldn't be calling you my wife now" seunghyub said cheekily, suddenly grabbing you by your waist. you yelped, dropping the laundry.
he spun you around, eyes turning into crescents as he smiled. the fresh spring breeze carried on your laughter, birds chirping along.
˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ SCRATCH THAT! 🧸ྀི — taeyong loves ur nails :3 ( word count 448 )
[ extras ] fluff!! reader has cute n long nails<3
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! he so would gush over crazy nails FIGHT ME
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ @fantasia-films , @k-records , @neocity-net ; div by @suupersonic
"i'm home!" you announced, closing the door. soft music reached your ears and you knocked your shoes off, too tired to bother putting them where they belong.
"hi baby" taeyong's voice greeted you when you entered your bedroom. he was clearly straight out from the shower, hair still wet and his white t-shirt damp. you focused on how nicely it hugged his muscles.
"look what i got today!" you grinned and presented him your new nails.
spreading your fingers apart, you wiggled them playfully. taeyong's eyes widened as he gently took your hands, examining your new set closely.
he was a supporting husband through and through, and that also included nails. especially when you went over the top with them, with all the crazy details and 3d decorations.
this time you went for something cute, baked goods themed. with small, sculpted cherries on top of puddings and milkshakes. bungeoppangs on your pinky fingers and small bows. and of course, almond shaped.
"what the hell, it's so cute!" taeyong whined, carefully tracking the decorations with his fingertips.
"i know, right? can't wait to send a picture to saku, he'll love them" you giggled and your husband let go of your hands.
you turned around to grab a snack you bought for him.
and when you turned around again, his t-shirt was off, laying somewhere on the ground. taeyong was looking at you with sparkly eyes.
"can you scratch my back?" he asked with excitement "please?"
you just scoffed and pointed at the bed with your chin. you didn't need to tell him twice.
a grown man folding right away just because he wanted some scratches. how cute.
you straddled him and got to work, immediately drawing a satisfied groan out of him.
"anyway, i also bought you the fruit jelly you talked about. we can eat it later, i grabbed three flavors" you started babbling, drawing shapes on his toned back absentmindedly. he was growing more relaxed under you, cheek smushed into the pillow. "work was chill today. that weird coworker of mine didn't come today… i wonder what happened. not complaining though. but how wat your day, bubu?"
a soft sigh escaped his lips.
"bubu?" you asked again. did he just fall asleep?
you stopped scratching him, resting your palm gently against his reddening back.
that did the trick.
"mpfh… don't stop…" he grunted, sounding almost offended.
"you're falling asleep on me! that's not fair" you whined, yet continued your action. with gentle scratches along the nape of his neck, you could see goosebumps raising on his bare skin.
"i'll make it up to you later" taeyong sighed dramatically and closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
okay im SO late but who cares right..... right????
love., kim mingyu - prolly my longest fic (or one of the longest, i dont really remember). i remember i had a lot of fun building their relationship and just enjoying the writing process<3 esp the winter vibes :D
silver for monsters, suh johnny - yall. its a witcher au, do i need to say more? i love how i went for the open ending and tried to convey the world of the withcer<3333 choosing lesser evil n all those things >:3
save you, nakamoto yuta - once again attempt on angst !!
popcorn kisses, maeda riku - gave myself butterflies while writing this one, i have nothing more to add.
a night to remember, lee sanghyuk (riwoo) - i see a pattern. i like unusual fics and open endings, sue me
i also see a pattern that most of my fav fics were written for music-inspired events....................... i should do one again soon,,,,,
is there a reason you don't write for enha, skz, and bts anymore? also are their masterlists still on your page?
there’s a couple of reasons, actually. i stopped stanning them and listening to their music. when that comes into play, you just simply don’t wont to write for groups you don’t like anymore. those 3 groups were also the first ones i’ve wrote for and i just had a personal grudge for how bad my writing was back then lmao!! so in an episode of compulsiveness i deleted both the works and masterlists……….
˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LOSER=LOVER 🧸ྀི — boxer jiho feels like winning his matches is a guarantee for your love; therefore, his confidence shatters when he loses one ( word count 1,6k )
[ extras ] kissing, mention of making out, shirtless ji for a second, fighting, blood, bruises, boxer!au, hurt/comfort, a little angsty
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i love jiho sm u dont understand. ALSO this is a small collab with my beloved @slytherinshua who wrote boxer brian <3 plsplspls read it too, my baby slayed it!!!
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ @fantasia-films , @k-records , @fish-and-cake-net ; div by @anitalenia
jiho's breath was rapid, chest moving up and down furiously. his eyes remained sharp, brows furrowed, as he scanned his opponent standing on the other side. the yells and roars of the crowd anticipating the fight were a mere dull sound to his ear that were already used to it.
"hey?"
jiho snapped back to reality, the world suddenly gaining vividness.
his gaze softened when he realized you were talking to him, caressing his boxing gloves. the golden engagement ring blinged under the hard exposure lights in the pit.
"hey, jiho" you hummed, stepping closer. his trainer nervously checked the watch.
jiho straightened his back, muscles flexing. his oreo hair was tied into a small french braid, just before he stepped out from the locker (with you, after a quick makeout session).
"it'll be okay. you'll win" you whispered and jiho grabbed his gloves from you. his heart was racing faster than a wild horse through an open field. but you brought your hand to his cheek, calming him down. "i love you. just remember that you already are my champion"
"i love you too" jiho swallowed and those were his last words before his trainer, hwiyoung, stepped in. hwiyoung gave jiho his mouthguard. you stepped away, to sit on the benches.
jiho wasn't an undefeated boxer but he certainly gained more and more fame with each match. this boxing championship wasn't his first either, but there he was, in the finals. who wouldn't be nervous in any kind of finals? especially that a random newbie made it to the big league. jiho never told you but you sensed he was nervous about him. brian, who appeared out of thin air, suddenly started climbing up and up on the leaderboard in his first championship. it would scar his ego to lose to someone like him.
before you could realize, the fight began. your sweet jiho, who always kissed your forehead when leaving and carresed your leg when nervous, turned into a blood-thirsty animal on the rink. he was locked the fuck in, eyes laser-focused on brian. his abs flexed when dodging, tiny braid caught in the wind of movement.
their arms became a flurry, interlocking in a brutal dance.
you hated watching jiho fight because it looked cruel.
within a blink of an eye, jiho managed to jab brian's stomach. that caused him to falter for a split second: and that was enough for jiho to swing a left hook at his opponent's jaw. that made him fold again and the next series of attacks was just a domino effect, which soon enough led to brain on the ground. jiho's knee twisted into brian's back, hand holding down his head. brian's face twisted in uncomfortable pain and the judge started couting seconds.
jiho won the first round.
you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding.
jiho looked at you briefly and smiled.
now three more.
with the start of another round, a switch must've flipped in brian. he started moving like a snake, jabs biting jiho's body one by one. your throat went dry with each punch your fiancé received.
when jiho fell flat to the ground, you looked away for a split second, unable to watch how his face twisted in pain. your nails dug into the palms of your hands, leaving crescent moons as an insignia of your anxiety.
you didn't care if jiho won or not; well, sure, you loved celebrating his wins with him and seeing how satisfied he was when all those hours put into training finally bore fruit. but you despised the physical pain that came with it, no matter the score.
the round came to an end. you searched for jiho's eyes, wanting to show him that it was okay.
but he turned his toned back, facing away from you.
he was visibly shaken by the sudden change of score and it got to his head. the next two rounds were a total fiasco, bruises and blood blooming on his body like splotches of paint on plain canvas. he was still trying, fighting aggressively. but emotions took over, he wasn't thinking strategically and brain seemed to take advantage of that.
your sight became blurry, heart aching with pain.
when the judge announced the winner - brian - jiho glued his gaze to the floor. blood trickling down his chin, head hanging low. in embarrassment.
jiho left the rink, boos echoing in your ears. you caught a glimps of brian swirling someone in his arms, all cheerful.
"y/n, wait in the car" jiho mumbled coldly, quickly disappearing with hwiyoung in the locker room.
hwiyoung decided to give you two a lift and the whole ride home was silent. even after you arrived, hwiyoung asked you to go home while he chatted with jiho.
it took them a while. you managed to make the bed and prepare a light meal for jiho to eat. you could swear you heard them arguing and your assumptions were confirmed when jiho came back, slamming the door.
"ji…" you started.
"i'm going to take another shower" he grunted and before you could reply, he was gone. you walked up to the bathroom door.
"hey, ji… i made you food. take as long as you need and then we'll talk, okay?" you asked quietly.
on the other side of the door jiho was fighting tears, fingers digging into his wrist.
"if you need anything just… i'm here, okay?" your voice was weak, filled with worry.
just when you turned away, the door opened and you felt a sharp pull on your wrist. jiho spun you around, hands wrapping around your back. his head dug into your neck, his whole body shaking.
he has never held you so tight before, as if scared that you will run away.
"jiho, baby" you hummed, softly hugging him back. he took a long, shaky breath. "it's nothing—"
you felt his body tense. you stopped speaking when you felt him slip away. his brown eyes pierced yours, cut bottom lip shaking.
"nothing? i just lost a championship to some… fuckass newbie!" he grunted, his adam's apple bobbing.
"sometimes you have to lose to learn from your mistakes. it's a bitter lesson but it's better to learn it now than later, jiho" you spoke softly, reaching for his hand.
he allowed you to grab it, not pulling away.
"it's… it's not about that. well, it is but—" he let out a frustrated sigh, his other hand running through his hair.
"no matter the score, you tried. you trained, you kept fighting. you already won in my heart—"
"don't say that!" jiho growled and turned away, angrily walking around the room.
"what? jiho, you surely don't think that i would leave you after one lost championship?" you choked out, shocked.
the silence was your answer.
jiho sat down on the bed, hiding his head in his hands. his arms were ever so slightly shaking and for a minute you just stood there, unsure what to do.
"jiho…" you whispered, carefully walking up to him. sure, you fought a couple of times before but this was different. this was jiho bearing his most vulnerable self to you.
when you were close enough, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to stand between his legs. head hiding, cheek pressed agaisnt your stomach. you started softly undoing his braid.
"i won't leave you, jiho" you said, his hair falling loose on his shoulders. "i don't know what's going through your head but… you don''t have to prove anything to me by winning those matches"
you heard a sharp sob, and something told you that you just hit the exact spot.
"no, i do. who am i if… if i can't win shit? i don't want you to think of me as weak, both physically and just… a weak man, unworthy of you and your love"
you felt a sharp pang in your heart, fingers running through is locks in a comforting motion.
"jiho."
your hands traveled won to his face, gently grabbing it and forcing him to look at you. his bruised face and tear-filled eyes made your heart rip in half.
"no matter the scores in your career i will love you for you. not your losses, not your wins. if you win a cash prize, we will celebrate, if you get punched in the face, i will take care of it. if you ditch this career path, i will walk with you nonetheless. because you are what i cherish the most" you hummed, caressing his cheek gently. jiho's skin was littered with wounds, hoarse under your touch.
he swallowed hard, hand coming to wipe his tears.
"it's okay to lose and get emotional about it. it will be okay." you reassured him, your finger nudged his lip.
"i love you" he muttered, leg suddenly bouncing nervously. "i'm sorry i- i reacted like this, i'm really sorry"
"it't okay" you repeated and tried to loosen up the mood "let's get you patched up first, okay? i just can't bear myself to look at you like that"
he huffed, rolling his eyes.
"last time you said it made me look sexy"
suddenly, he pulled you in, rolling on the bed. you were towering over him, hair dangling in his face.
"well, now it makes you look like a kicked puppy" you giggled, tucking his hair behind his ear.
jiho stared at you for a while, hands creeping to rest on your hips. he squeezed them gently, expression turning lovesick.
"thank you. for everything" he breathed out.
and with the professional strength of a boxer, he rolled you again, pinning to the bed.
"before you nurse me, can i kiss you?" your fiancé asked, excitement glittering in his chocolate eyes.
"yes, baby. just be careful because the cut—" you were interrupted by his lips on yours, the salty taste of dried blood and your chapstick mixing together.
OWNWPDPXOAOKA ZANNA!!!!! i only ate bcuz u streamed fom for me hehehe<3 i love boxer au u love boxer au eberhobody loves a boxer au!!! tbh trainer hwi sounds SO yummy dont mind if i do peek 👀 thank you so so much hehe<3 i started to notice my dialogue game went up im so proud of myself and im so happy its noticeable too hehe <3 im glad i could feed u!!!!!!! be ready for more jiho
˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LOSER=LOVER 🧸ྀི — boxer jiho feels like winning his matches is a guarantee for your love; therefore, his confidence shatters when he loses one ( word count 1,6k )
[ extras ] kissing, mention of making out, shirtless ji for a second, fighting, blood, bruises, boxer!au, hurt/comfort, a little angsty
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i love jiho sm u dont understand. ALSO this is a small collab with my beloved @slytherinshua who wrote boxer brian <3 plsplspls read it too, my baby slayed it!!!
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ @fantasia-films , @k-records , @fish-and-cake-net ; div by @anitalenia
jiho's breath was rapid, chest moving up and down furiously. his eyes remained sharp, brows furrowed, as he scanned his opponent standing on the other side. the yells and roars of the crowd anticipating the fight were a mere dull sound to his ear that were already used to it.
"hey?"
jiho snapped back to reality, the world suddenly gaining vividness.
his gaze softened when he realized you were talking to him, caressing his boxing gloves. the golden engagement ring blinged under the hard exposure lights in the pit.
"hey, jiho" you hummed, stepping closer. his trainer nervously checked the watch.
jiho straightened his back, muscles flexing. his oreo hair was tied into a small french braid, just before he stepped out from the locker (with you, after a quick makeout session).
"it'll be okay. you'll win" you whispered and jiho grabbed his gloves from you. his heart was racing faster than a wild horse through an open field. but you brought your hand to his cheek, calming him down. "i love you. just remember that you already are my champion"
"i love you too" jiho swallowed and those were his last words before his trainer, hwiyoung, stepped in. hwiyoung gave jiho his mouthguard. you stepped away, to sit on the benches.
jiho wasn't an undefeated boxer but he certainly gained more and more fame with each match. this boxing championship wasn't his first either, but there he was, in the finals. who wouldn't be nervous in any kind of finals? especially that a random newbie made it to the big league. jiho never told you but you sensed he was nervous about him. brian, who appeared out of thin air, suddenly started climbing up and up on the leaderboard in his first championship. it would scar his ego to lose to someone like him.
before you could realize, the fight began. your sweet jiho, who always kissed your forehead when leaving and carresed your leg when nervous, turned into a blood-thirsty animal on the rink. he was locked the fuck in, eyes laser-focused on brian. his abs flexed when dodging, tiny braid caught in the wind of movement.
their arms became a flurry, interlocking in a brutal dance.
you hated watching jiho fight because it looked cruel.
within a blink of an eye, jiho managed to jab brian's stomach. that caused him to falter for a split second: and that was enough for jiho to swing a left hook at his opponent's jaw. that made him fold again and the next series of attacks was just a domino effect, which soon enough led to brain on the ground. jiho's knee twisted into brian's back, hand holding down his head. brian's face twisted in uncomfortable pain and the judge started couting seconds.
jiho won the first round.
you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding.
jiho looked at you briefly and smiled.
now three more.
with the start of another round, a switch must've flipped in brian. he started moving like a snake, jabs biting jiho's body one by one. your throat went dry with each punch your fiancé received.
when jiho fell flat to the ground, you looked away for a split second, unable to watch how his face twisted in pain. your nails dug into the palms of your hands, leaving crescent moons as an insignia of your anxiety.
you didn't care if jiho won or not; well, sure, you loved celebrating his wins with him and seeing how satisfied he was when all those hours put into training finally bore fruit. but you despised the physical pain that came with it, no matter the score.
the round came to an end. you searched for jiho's eyes, wanting to show him that it was okay.
but he turned his toned back, facing away from you.
he was visibly shaken by the sudden change of score and it got to his head. the next two rounds were a total fiasco, bruises and blood blooming on his body like splotches of paint on plain canvas. he was still trying, fighting aggressively. but emotions took over, he wasn't thinking strategically and brain seemed to take advantage of that.
your sight became blurry, heart aching with pain.
when the judge announced the winner - brian - jiho glued his gaze to the floor. blood trickling down his chin, head hanging low. in embarrassment.
jiho left the rink, boos echoing in your ears. you caught a glimps of brian swirling someone in his arms, all cheerful.
"y/n, wait in the car" jiho mumbled coldly, quickly disappearing with hwiyoung in the locker room.
hwiyoung decided to give you two a lift and the whole ride home was silent. even after you arrived, hwiyoung asked you to go home while he chatted with jiho.
it took them a while. you managed to make the bed and prepare a light meal for jiho to eat. you could swear you heard them arguing and your assumptions were confirmed when jiho came back, slamming the door.
"ji…" you started.
"i'm going to take another shower" he grunted and before you could reply, he was gone. you walked up to the bathroom door.
"hey, ji… i made you food. take as long as you need and then we'll talk, okay?" you asked quietly.
on the other side of the door jiho was fighting tears, fingers digging into his wrist.
"if you need anything just… i'm here, okay?" your voice was weak, filled with worry.
just when you turned away, the door opened and you felt a sharp pull on your wrist. jiho spun you around, hands wrapping around your back. his head dug into your neck, his whole body shaking.
he has never held you so tight before, as if scared that you will run away.
"jiho, baby" you hummed, softly hugging him back. he took a long, shaky breath. "it's nothing—"
you felt his body tense. you stopped speaking when you felt him slip away. his brown eyes pierced yours, cut bottom lip shaking.
"nothing? i just lost a championship to some… fuckass newbie!" he grunted, his adam's apple bobbing.
"sometimes you have to lose to learn from your mistakes. it's a bitter lesson but it's better to learn it now than later, jiho" you spoke softly, reaching for his hand.
he allowed you to grab it, not pulling away.
"it's… it's not about that. well, it is but—" he let out a frustrated sigh, his other hand running through his hair.
"no matter the score, you tried. you trained, you kept fighting. you already won in my heart—"
"don't say that!" jiho growled and turned away, angrily walking around the room.
"what? jiho, you surely don't think that i would leave you after one lost championship?" you choked out, shocked.
the silence was your answer.
jiho sat down on the bed, hiding his head in his hands. his arms were ever so slightly shaking and for a minute you just stood there, unsure what to do.
"jiho…" you whispered, carefully walking up to him. sure, you fought a couple of times before but this was different. this was jiho bearing his most vulnerable self to you.
when you were close enough, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to stand between his legs. head hiding, cheek pressed agaisnt your stomach. you started softly undoing his braid.
"i won't leave you, jiho" you said, his hair falling loose on his shoulders. "i don't know what's going through your head but… you don''t have to prove anything to me by winning those matches"
you heard a sharp sob, and something told you that you just hit the exact spot.
"no, i do. who am i if… if i can't win shit? i don't want you to think of me as weak, both physically and just… a weak man, unworthy of you and your love"
you felt a sharp pang in your heart, fingers running through is locks in a comforting motion.
"jiho."
your hands traveled won to his face, gently grabbing it and forcing him to look at you. his bruised face and tear-filled eyes made your heart rip in half.
"no matter the scores in your career i will love you for you. not your losses, not your wins. if you win a cash prize, we will celebrate, if you get punched in the face, i will take care of it. if you ditch this career path, i will walk with you nonetheless. because you are what i cherish the most" you hummed, caressing his cheek gently. jiho's skin was littered with wounds, hoarse under your touch.
he swallowed hard, hand coming to wipe his tears.
"it's okay to lose and get emotional about it. it will be okay." you reassured him, your finger nudged his lip.
"i love you" he muttered, leg suddenly bouncing nervously. "i'm sorry i- i reacted like this, i'm really sorry"
"it't okay" you repeated and tried to loosen up the mood "let's get you patched up first, okay? i just can't bear myself to look at you like that"
he huffed, rolling his eyes.
"last time you said it made me look sexy"
suddenly, he pulled you in, rolling on the bed. you were towering over him, hair dangling in his face.
"well, now it makes you look like a kicked puppy" you giggled, tucking his hair behind his ear.
jiho stared at you for a while, hands creeping to rest on your hips. he squeezed them gently, expression turning lovesick.
"thank you. for everything" he breathed out.
and with the professional strength of a boxer, he rolled you again, pinning to the bed.
"before you nurse me, can i kiss you?" your fiancé asked, excitement glittering in his chocolate eyes.
"yes, baby. just be careful because the cut—" you were interrupted by his lips on yours, the salty taste of dried blood and your chapstick mixing together.
)the way i typed my answer b4 looking at the second line of what y wrote GOODBYE.) YES we love that!!!! twice x akotsk is a crossover i wouldn’t think of but here we go 😛😛😛
˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LATE NIGHT COMFORT 🧸ྀི — euijoo is here to fix your mood ( word count 785 )
[ extras ] petnames, reader has a bad day (low self-esteem but euijoo is here to fix that<3)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! if this seems similar its bcuz its just a reused work of mine!
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euijoo opened the door and almost right away took off his shoes and threw his bag into a corner. the hour wasn’t late, they managed to finished their work as scheduled so there he is, 8:30pm sharp, back home.
the tv in the living room was off, there was no rattling of cutlery or music playing on the speakers. but your shoes were right next to his. the sight made his heart flutter just when he heard–
“euijoo?”
he smiled at the sound of your door, locking the door.
“yeah, it’s me! are you in bed already?” your boyfriend asked and right away went to the bathroom. good thing he took a shower right after practice and switched into new clothes, so now he just needed to clean his face and…
“myeah” you answered, something off in your voice.
euijoo worked quickly on his face care routine, skipping two steps only to finish it earlier. then, he almost jumped into the bedroom and grabbed his pjs.
“is something wrong?” euijoo asked, frowning. you’re on your side of the bed, facing the window. not turning or even peeking at him. buried under the duvet, you sighed.
“nope, just tired” you murmured.
your boyfriend almost tripped over his own legs because he rushed too early to take a step while his pants were halfway on. only because he feels like there’s some hidden meaning to your words.
“wanna talk about it, love?” euijoo asked and the mattress dipped under his weight settling down.
“not really. good night, euijoo” your voice is muffled by the duvet.
“hey, no. at least give me a kiss, huh? i missed you like crazy, pretty, and all i see is your… well, technically the back of your head” euijoo joked and stretched his head, still sitting straight.
there was silence.
“did i do something wrong? come on, i’ll die without a kiss from my girl” he whined, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
“i don’t… i don’t feel pretty today” your voice was quiet but still clearly bouncing off the walls due to the comforting silence in the room.
“what?” euijoo couldn’t believe his ears. you, the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on, doesn’t feel pretty today? that’s ridiculous. and heartbreaking.
“so no kiss, sorry. i’ll kiss you as much as you want tomorrow, i don’t want you to look at me now” you said, voice bitter.
“what are you talking about? no, please… you looked so angelic this morning and i bet nothing changed. did anyone tell you something?” be grunted, brows furrowing “i’ll beat them up”
“with respect, you’d lose. no, it’s just… one of the days when i look in the mirror and instantly tear my gaze away” as you spoke, euijoo hated the fact that your back is facing him. that he can’t see you and your adorable face.
“i know” he finally said, voice small “i had those days too. but i promise, you’re so so so beautiful, baby”
there’s a small movement and euijoo laid his hand atop your shoulder.
“can i see you? just for a split second? i missed your pretty face, seriously” euijoo whined.
your chest moved while letting out a deep sigh and you slowly, shyly even, turned around to peek at him through your arm. euijoo’s face instantly lit up, ebony irises scanning your features and a toothy smile showing his pearly whites in a boyish manner.
“ha, i thought so. you’re as stunning as ever. as if not even more beautiful! wanna know why?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. you nod slowly, curious “because you’re lying in my bed, next to me, in our shared home”
“if i give you your goodnight kiss will you lay down and shut up?” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. and euijoo saw that a relief washed over you. he nodded dramatically and you sat up, covers falling off your shoulders. pulling him by his shirt to close the distance, his lips almost instinctively landed on yours. the kiss was short but sweet, a form of saying ‘thank you, i love you. i needed to hear that’.
and euijoo felt it, knew it.
wrapping his arms around you and suddenly pulling you back to the lying position, with your head perfectly lying in the crook of his face.
“to me, you could be even covered in ketchup and mustard and you’d still be the prettiest dude ever–” euijoo started, only to be interrupted by the laughter erupting from your chest.
“okay, okay. i got the memo, silly boy” you poke his chest and feel him smiling from above you “same applies to you though…”
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