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3:14 pm. - k. yeosang

↳ wc: 231 | yeosang x gn! reader, fluff

love. - c. san

↳ wc: 292 | san x gn! reader, fluff

[bunniwoo]

hiiiiiii !!! i'm finally back after a long like 7+ months (i'm sorry (T⌓T) )

requests are back open though <3333

[bunniwoo]

3:14 pm — “yeo, you have to sit still if you want them to look good!” your exasperated sigh echos through the tiny shared dorm as yeosang's fingers, once again, twitch in your hold. the blonde shifts and pulls his hand away.

“it's not my fault your hands are cold!” a pout graces his lips when you shrug and place the sage green nail polish on the rickety coffee table between your bodies.

“well if my hands are so cold then you can paint your nails your self.”

you smile and stretch out onto the floor. yeosang gives you an incredious look and makes a panicked noise of distress.

then he picks up the polish and begins the activity with newfound determination. his tongue peeks from between his rosy lips as he concentrates on doing them neatly.

it's maybe twenty minutes later when you sit up from your position on the floor to the sound of your name falling from yeosang's lips. he holds both of his hands out to you, presenting his now sage green nails.

you gasp and reach for his very pretty hands, twisting and turning them at different angles, "wow yeo, they look so good i'm so proud of you.”

he smiles his secretive little smile and looks up at you with eyes that sparkle bright enough to compete with the galaxy,

“can i paint yours next?”

[bunniwoo]

I love your works so much please keep writing I feel so happy and like your writings makes me go :DDD I love u <33

U ARE SO SWEET,!,!,?.!!, and i love writing so i will continue to do it ^_^ i love u So much <333

[bunniwoo]

2:03 am. — sweat drips down the nape of your neck as you sit atop the mattress on the floor in the bare bedroom. moving with seonghwa had been one of the best choices you've ever made. and speaking of which, said man emerges from the tiny kitchen of your shared apartment with two water bottles and a blissful smile, “i finished unpacking the dishes, all that's left is to grocery shop.” he steps into the room and hands you one before flopping next to you.

he sighs happily. you two had been through a lot together. there was only so much one could take before it broke them, and he's glad the both of you got out before that could happen to either of you.

you place your water bottle onto the floor and roll over on top of seonghwa. your seonghwa that's never once left your side. a lovesick smile tugs at your lips when his giggle echos through the mostly empty space,

“why're you looking at me like that?”

you kiss the tip of his perfect nose, “because i love you.”

[bunniwoo]

memory foam.

— sacred, quiet moments shared between you and seonghwa that've been engraved into the memory foam of your shared mattress.

2:03 am.

4:37 am.

2:46 am.

[bunniwoo]

— collections!

↳ here's a mini masterlist of my works so far. i'll try to update it as often as i can, but most recent works can always be found linked on my pinned!

san!

8:58 pm.

love.

homemade cards n kisses.

wooyoung!

3:07 am.

starlight café.

banana milk.

seonghwa!

memory foam.

beaded bracelets.

yeosang!

beauty and lilies.

3:14 pm.

yunho!

5:12 pm.

[bunniwoo]

4:37 am — “what if i write you a love letter?” seonghwa's velvety voice fills the silence of the candlelit bedroom.

he's laying on his back on the bed, head hanging off the edge as he admires you with his galaxy irises. you shift from your spot on the floor to come face to face with him, noses just centimeters apart.

“then i'll fall in love with you all over again.”

his eyes sparkle when you lean closer and connect your lips in a gentle, warm kiss. these quiet moments between the two of you are hidden and kept secret in the four walls of your bedroom, whispered and shared atop the plush memory foam of the mattress.

[bunniwoo]

“you can't play with the glitter.”

san's head snaps in your direction, one hand holding a container of iridescent glitter while the other is covered in it.

“but it's so pretty!” he holds out his now sparkling hand and shifts it so it gleams and glows under the light in your dorm.

a sigh slips past your lips as you sit across from san and place two bowls on the small table. he wanted to make slime with you after watching countless asmr videos of it on youtube, so you both went out to buy the supplies needed since it looked pretty easy to make.

well, at least for you it was.

“y/n! it's not activating!” san whines and sets his spoon aside, instead moving to sit next to you to watch yours form into the gooey substance.

once yours was finished, you slide the container to san so he could play with it. you knew that even though he was happy to watch you, he was a little upset that his didn't work out.

san pouts and stares at you, “but this is yours, you should play with it first.” 

you shake your head and lean down to kiss his pout away, “think of it as a gift from me to you.”

he grins, the kind that turns his eyes into love-filled crescents and puts his dimples on full display, and kisses you languidly, “and think of that as a thank you.”

you turn away to hide the lovesick look in your eyes and get ready to make more, “yeah, yeah, whatever. what color do you want to make next?”

[bunniwoo]

sunday morning sunlight shimmers through the window, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden glow. you twist and turn your hand to better examine the diamond sitting atop a rose quarts band that's wrapped snuggly around your finger. the light is hitting it perfectly, making it sparkle and gleam.

san lays beside you with his face tucked away against your stomach, his soft snores filling the silence. you run your fingers through his fluffy hair as you think about what got you here.

love was never easy, and loving san seemed nearly impossible at times. sometimes there was too much love, making one of you clingy. or there wasn't enough, making one of you distant. if one were to ask you if you thought you'd marry san in the future, your only sensible answer would be ‘i don't know’.

love is unpredictable. it keeps you on your toes, constantly guessing and questioning everything. and if it didn't, well it's either not love, or too perfect.

and love is never perfect.

that's why you've stayed with san through everything. it didn't matter how much you doubted one another, how clingy you get, how many challenges present themselves along the way, because that's love.

so, you would answer ‘i don't know’ because you're never supposed to know when it comes to love.

you feel san shift against you before the warmth provided by his soft breaths against your stomach leave completely, “good morning, my fiancé.”

fiancé. his fiancé. because of love.

“good morning, my handsome fiancé. did you sleep well?”

fiancé. your fiancé. because of love.

he nods against your thigh and leans up to place a gentle kiss on your nose, “i love you.”

“i love you too, with everything that i am.”

[bunniwoo]

“you know it's upside down, right?”

san looks at his valentine's day card in confusion before examining yours.

his was, in fact, upside down.

a loud whine rings through your shared dorm, “i already put the stickers on! why did you wait until now to tell me?”, you can hear the pout in his voice. he reached for a sheet of baby pink construction paper and the scissors to start over for the third time in an hour.

“you were so concentrated, it was cute.”, you grin at him while meticulously placing stickers onto your own card. you hear san groan and flop onto the hardwood floor, “with that attitude, you'll never successfully make a valentine's day card.”, you snort while getting up to throw paper scraps away.

another whine breaks through the silence, “can't you just make it for me?”

and no, you will not be swayed by his puppy dog eyes and adorable pout. you will not give in.

“san, i can't make you a card to give to me.”

there's a long beat of silence, then a “please” that was way too cute. but regardless, you'll stand your ground.

a flutter of his long lashes is all it takes for you to break.

you sigh and pick up his forgotten paper, “fine.”

he smiles as if he won the lottery and peppers your cheeks with kisses, “thank you, thank you, thank you, my love! i adore you.”

you shove his face away with your hand, “yeah, yeah, i adore you too. idiot.”

[bunniwoo]

can i request a fluff yunho fic? something having to do with nervous/anxious reader and him just being the safe home that he embodies lol please?

“yun, can you get me a strawberry milk please?”, you didn't even spare yunho a glance as you continue to scan through your chemistry text book. your leg bounced, as it's been doing for the past hour, as you highlight and write down the information you need.

when you don't receive a reply you check your surroundings, noticing that yunho was no where in sight. you sigh and continue to work.

it's about an hour later and yunho still hasn't returned. you got stuck on an equation about atoms and really need his help. exams are in two days and if you fail, your grade will drop tremendously.

so to say you're nervous would be an understatement.

just as you were getting ready to open another text book and cry from frustration, yunho comes rushing into the section of the library you've been holed up in, “sorry for taking so long. there was a long line and i missed the bus then a lady needed help with her groceries. but, i got these for you.”

his arms stretch out to you and in them he's holding takeout from the place around the corner from your dorm, two bottles of your favorite strawberry milk, and a blanket.

“i figured that you must be hungry after studying for hours but i knew you wouldn't want to leave any time soon and it's getting late so i thought you'd might want to take a nap before going home.”, he placed everything down on the table and turned to you with wide eyes at the sound of your quiet sobs.

“wait what's wrong? are you okay? did i do something?”

you shake your head and stand up, immediately wrapping your arms around yunho's torso, “thank you so much, yun. i really— i really needed this, i really needed you.”, you choke between hiccups. yunho rubs your back rhythmically and rests his chin atop your head, surrounding you with warmth and the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon.

familiar and safe. home.

“i know exams are stressful so i wanted to do something for you.”

you sniffle, “it's not that i'm stressed about them, i'm just so fucking nervous because what if i fail? what if i get kicked out? what if—”

“hey,” it was gentle, almost a whisper, “you aren't gonna fail because you're the smartest person i know. there's nothing to be nervous about. you're gonna pass with flying colors, okay?”

and there it was, the soft yet firm comfort that you're so used to receiving when you need it most. it felt like you could finally breathe after weeks of suffocating, like the rain that comes after a thunderstorm.

you nod, managing a hoarse “okay” before sitting and reaching for the takeout bag. you take another deep breath as you hear a chair scoot closer to yours, the fuzzy feeling of the blanket on your skin and the reassuring hand gently holding onto yours encouraging you to relax and take a break.

“really, thank you, yunho.”

“you don't need to thank me, it's what i'm here for.”

a small smile tugs at your lips, “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[bunniwoo]

hii i saw your works in my dashboard and whenever i see it i read it its so cute and like after reading them i feel this fuzzy feeling inside me

you write so well i love your works <3

i am going to cry so hard u are the sweetest person ever thank u so much

[bunniwoo]

warning: mention of gun

a small pout tugs at seonghwa's lips, the elastic string in his hands clutched carefully, “why can't i do this?” he whispers sadly.

beads are scattered across the coffee table along side strings, charms, and seonghwa's gun that's been long forgotten. he knew he needed to clean it but the pretty charms were so tempting.

“it's not that hard, hwa” you take the fallen beads and string from his grasp and begin to loop them together one by one, “see? do it just like that.” you smile brightly, holding it out for him to continue.

he nods determinedly and finishes off the bracelet, asking you to tie it for him. he delicately holds out the assortment of lettered beads that suspiciously looks like it spells out your daughter's name and you tie it around his slim wrist. he turns his arm repeatedly, beaming at you.

“can i make another?”

[bunniwoo]

2:46 am — quiet kisses and hushed words are shared under the twinkling moonlight that slivers through the curtains. seonghwa's hand is loosely holding yours, occasionally twisting and turning it, entranced by the sparkle of diamonds wrapped around your ring finger. his eyes hold every star in the galaxy when he asks,

“do you believe in soulmates?”

you giggle so quietly it could've been missed if not listening intently, “why do you ask?”

his eyes shine a little brighter, “because you're mine, and i'd like to think that i'm yours as well.”

you were never the type to indulge in topics such as soulmates, fate, and destiny— but taking in the man in front of you, someone who's always been there with endless promises and bandaging love, giving you cotton candy kisses and warm embraces whenever you needed them without having to ask,

“yeah. yeah, i do.” you breath out into the gentle darkness of the night.

[bunniwoo]

a singular calla lily sits atop your desk when you walk into your 9 am lecture. you approach carefully, feeling someone's eyes on you. taking the flower into your hand gently, you notice the sticky note accompanying it.

it simply reads,

“beautiful.” with a doodle of a small, plump character that has a tiny smile and a flower on its head.

sparing a glance around the slow filling classroom, your eyes meet a pair of deep brown orbs. he has golden hair and a pretty splotch of pink near his eye— which are wide with panic when he realizes you've caught him staring. his head turns quickly and if you squint hard enough, you can make out the lightest shade of blush adorning his rounded cheeks.

you take your seat once the professor arrives. as role is being called you hear various “here”s, your eyes never leaving the boy sitting no more than 3 seats away from you. you wait for his name to be called,

“yeosang?”

“here.”, a honey dipped voice that's smoother than silk calls out. and you can't help but think,

‘beautiful.’

[bunniwoo]

3:07 am — “okay, i know how this may look but i swear it's not—”

you huff before pinching the bridge of your nose, “wooyoung, if you don't have a good reason as to why you're climbing through my window at—”, you glance at the digital clock on your nightstand, “— three in the morning, i will push you right back out of it.”

wooyoung, your neighbor of a few months, is staring at you offended with his upper half of his body and right leg through your window. he shimmies the rest of the way through and crosses the threshold of your bedroom to stand near the door.

“like i said, it's not for any reason that you think! okay listen, i tried knocking on your front door— i really did, but you didn't answer! and since i never see you come out of your apartment anyway, i thought you might've been dead or something!” wooyoung's voice was high pitched and he spoke rapidly, tripping over his words a bit.

you give him a flat look, “that still doesn't explain why you were in my window.”

“well it wasn't my first choice, it was my last resort! when you didn't answer the door i went to my balcony to see if any lights were on and they weren't so i started panicking, thinking ‘maybe they're dead’, so i went all the way outside to the fire escape to try to look through your window to see if you were there— and seriously? who sleeps all the way under the blankets with pillows over their head?— anyway, i didn't see you so i was climbing through to check if maybe your dead body was somewhere else in here.”

once he finished you sat on your bed and rubbed your eyes tiredly. you can already tell this is going to be a long night.

“i'm going to ignore the fact that your first thought was that i was dead to ask why you even needed me in the first place?”

at that he rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his hip, “well.. i didn't necessarily need you, i needed a few things from you."

rolling your eyes back at him, you copy his stance, “and what is it that you just absolutely needed from me so bad that it couldn't wait till morning?”

“sugar, eggs, milk, butter, chocolate chips and cocoa powder, flour, baking soda, and a baking sheet.” he replied easily as if he'd been rehearsing that list repeatedly.

bewilderment is laced in your tone, “so you broke into my apartment at three in the morning to go grocery shopping in my pantry?”

wooyoung has the audacity to look at you as if you wronged him instead of it being the other way around.

“i didn't break in! i was simply just making sure you weren't decomposing with maggots and roaches feeding off of you.”

you sigh, this really wasn't how you were planning on spending your friday night.

“i still don't see why you couldn't have just gone to a twenty-four hour market.”

a gasp echos through the small, dimly lit room, “you expect me, a handsome, undeniably hot, sexy, young man to walk the dangerous streets of seoul at night alone? and risk the possibility of getting kidnapped?!” a hand is covering wooyoung's heart as if it's been stabbed by your words.

wow, this guy is certainly a character.

“you're not going to get kidnapped,” you roll your eyes at his disgustingly offended expression, “what do you need all that stuff for anyway?”

five heads. the man that broke into your apartment at three in the morning because he thought your dead body was rotting away somewhere in it, is looking at you as if you have five heads.

“i wanted to bake brownies, duh.”

“i have a fantastic idea, how about you— and hear me out on this one!— go to the store, buy all those things, and bake your brownies, while i go back to sleep. how's that sound?” you explain, sarcasm bleeding through your words as you use a voice that'd typically be used when speaking to a child.

“i'm not getting kidnapped.”

an exasperated sigh slips past your lips as you put on your slippers and the random jacket draped across your desk chair, “how about i go with you so you won't get kidnapped? will that make you leave me alone so i can sleep?”

a mischievous smile curls wooyoung's lips.

this is going to be a long night.