Im looking for two stories, I dont think they're from the person but they might be.
The first one:
Seokmin x reader, dk and reader have sex at a party and the next day finds out that he was a virgin. Dk avoids reader for a bit out of embressment but when they finally talk reader and dk agree to a fwb. Toward the end theres a cabin trip where their feelings come out.
The second one:
Soonyoung x reader, reader is a witch in college and is learning to summon. During winter break she summons hoshi and can't get him to leave. at some point has a dream where reader sees past lifes with hoshi
Seungcheol wakes up to the smell of your shampoo drifting through the air. He reaches over to your side of the bed - it’s cold, you must have been up for a while. He rolls over onto his side and pouts. It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning, slowly waking up, cuddles, and slow, soft kisses. So why in the hell aren’t you in bed right now?
He waits, eyes closed, until the sound of the shower fades. His eyelids are still heavy as he watches you step into the room, a towel wrapped around your body, hair dripping down your back. His thick eyebrows arch with curiosity, any trace of annoyance melting away. No matter how many times he’s seen you like this, the sight still sends a thrill through him. With you turned away, he props himself up on the pillows, savoring the perfect view as you dry off.
You begin smoothing lotion over your arms, and Seungcheol marvels at his luck. How is it possible that he gets to witness something so simple as your everyday routine? How can you be so effortlessly graceful?
You bend over to moisturize your legs, and Seungcheol lets out a low, appreciative groan. His gaze traces the elegant line of your spine, lingering on the soft perfection of your curves.
“I think I've died and gone to heaven.”
You jump and spin to face him, unwittingly giving him a full view of your chest. He sighs, utterly unashamed as he takes in the sight, even as you scold him with a playful glare.
“When did you wake up?”
“While you were in the shower,” he rakes his eyes across your body
“You've been up this whole time?! Why didn’t you say anything?”
Shrugging, “enjoying the show.” Finally looking you in the eyes, he smiles so big that his cheeks dimple and his eyes turn to crescents.
“You're a menace.”
“You love me.”
You smile and walk over to his side of the bed, still bare and glowing. “I do. That’s why I got up early to get croissants from your favorite bakery.” Your fingers weave through his thick hair, and his eyes flutter shut. Every sense is alive: the gentle scratch of your nails on his scalp, the lingering scent of your soap and shampoo, the contrast of your soft skin beneath his rough hands as he reaches for your hip.
“You hungry?” you ask, your voice low and warm as your fingers thread through his hair.
His eyes flutter closed, savoring your touch, then open slowly, dark with affection and something more. “I’m hungry,” he murmurs, lips curving into a grin, “but not for croissants.”
With a quick, fluid motion, his hands find your waist and he flips you onto the mattress, laughter bursting from your lips as he peppers your face with kisses. You squirm beneath him, giggling, until he pauses above you, eyes searching yours like you’re the only thing that matters.
His smile softens, and he whispers against your lips, “How did I get so lucky?”
Summary: Seungkwan sets you up on a blind date with Vernon
Fluff
“Let me set you up on a date,” Seungkwan says out of nowhere while out at dinner one night.
Stopping mid-bit and arching your brow, hoping that the two questions that immediately came to mind were being conveyed clearly.
‘Where did that idea come from and why?’
And it did because Seungkwan swiftly replied, “Happy you asked. And I can give you one simple answer. I want to see you happy.”
Finally swallowing your food, you give him a confused look, “I'm happy. Do I not seem happy?”
“I know you're happy…”
“But?”
“But I also know you like being in a relationship and that the last couple of guys you've been with have been dubs.”
You nod your head, thinking back on your last relationship. He wasn't bad, it was more that he didn't understand you in the ways you needed. He didn't get that sometimes you craved silence or that other times you wanted to be in his presence while you both did your own thing.
“Have I met them before?” you shyly ask as you move food around your plate.
Seungkwan gives a knowing smile. He knows that you're going to agree to the blind date, you just need a bit of encouragement to say yes.
“You've seen him a few times, usually hanging around Jihoon and Mingu. He has piercing brown eyes and a jawline that was sculpted by Da Vinci himself”
“It's not tiger boy, is it?”
He gasps and gives you one of the meanest side eyes you've ever seen. “You think so little of me, you think I would set you up with Soonyoung? tsk. No, his name is Vernon. He’s laid back, witty, super smart, and a little strange but in a good way. He’s your type, trust me.”
After a couple of minutes of thinking it over, you decide to agree. Telling yourself that Seungkwan wouldn't be setting this up if he didn't think it was a good idea. Also, it never hurts to try.
A week later, you're sitting in a restaurant waiting for Vernon to arrive, and you're nervous. You had talked to each other through text, trying to get the general vibe of each other, but had agreed to save any real conversations for the date.
As you were taking a sip of water, hoping it would help calm your nerves, you saw someone walking up to the table. When you look up and see Vernon standing there, the only thing that runs through your mind is how gorgeous he is. Specifically, his eyes, they're a beautiful brown that reminds you of the warmth of hot chocolate on a cold day.
Meanwhile, Vernon feels like he stopped breathing, the thing going through his mind is how truly fucked he is. Because if your personality is as beautiful as you are, then he is going to fall for you embarrassingly fast.
As food is being prepared and you both talk about your lives, there's a dip in conversation that you are both too awkward and nervous to figure out how to fill. Out of habit, when faced with an awkward silence, you look at your surroundings. Maybe something will spark an idea for a conversation. When nothing comes to mind, you look back at Vernon, hoping that he has thought of something, and if nothing else, you get to look at him some more. He is looking intently at his glass of water; maybe he's trying to avoid the awkward silence, too. But as you follow the angles of his face from his beautiful eyes to his sharp cheekbones, the slope of his nose down to the peak of his cupid's bow, you notice he is muttering something to himself. As if he's rehearsing something to say. You don't know if you should be worried.
What if he is practicing letting you down easy? That after this short interaction, he finds you boring and not worth the time.
Or maybe he's just as nervous as you are and needs to practice what to say so that it doesn't come out wrong? You remember Seungkwan saying that Vernon is a man of few words and needs time to open up.
As you're lost in thought, Vernon looks up from his cup and sees that your gaze seems to linger on his lips. He tries to force himself not to smile and fails miserably. He takes a breath and steals his nerves.
“What do you call a bear with no teeth?”
Quickly looking back at him and praying he didn't notice you staring, you stammer “A w-what?”
“What do you call a bear with no teeth?” he repeats himself, seeing from the confused expression that he pulled you from some deep thought. ‘God you're adorable.’ He thought.
“I don't know.”
“A gummy bear.”
Your smile and laugh that breaks the silence make him giddy. He knows that in his friend group, he isn't the ‘funny guy,’ but the fact that he was able to get you to laugh makes him feel like he just won. What he won, he's not sure, but it felt like his own personal victory.
The food arrives, and you both thank the server, and in between bites, you both take turns telling food-based puns.
“Want to hear a pizza joke? Never mind, it’s too cheesy.”
“Sausage puns are the wurst.”
“What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.”
After that, everything flows smoothly. You talked about each of your preferred genres of books. Yours being fantasy, and his science fiction/psychological thrillers. But it wasn't until the topic of movies came up that you saw Vernon's personality really shine. He gives you full synopsis on some of his favorite movies, like The Matrix. During all of his rambling about behind the scene trivia and easter eggs you couldn't help but find his animated expressions and boyish smile charming.
If you get a second date after this, you'll have to remember to thank Seungkwan for introducing you two.
Dinner and a shared dessert later the check was paid - Vernon insisted on paying because he said that a gentleman should always pay and that Seungkwan would murder him otherwise. He walks you to your car, you're both walking slower on purpose. You fidget with your keys and look at Vernon, who is already looking at you with a big smile.
“I had fun tonight.”
“Me too.”
He looks down at his shoes, and you see him practicing something to himself again. Please let it be another date.
“So there's a movie coming out next week, and I was wondering if you... "
“Yes,” you blurt out before he can finish asking the question. You cover your mouth and can feel your cheeks getting warm.
He blushes, happy to see you so excited at the chance to hang out again.
“Cool. Cool.”
He desperately wants to kiss you goodnight. He would be lying if he said that his eyes hadn’t been drawn to your lips every time you were talking throughout the date. He finds you funny, kind, and beautiful. Hell, you even went along with him with the puns. But, forever the gentleman and the fear of possibly scaring you off, he instead settles on opening your car door for you.
“I'll text you later about next week.”
“It's a date,” you say with a smile after getting into your car.
He watches as you pull away and exit the parking lot before going to his car and heading home. The entire drive, he feels like he's on cloud nine.
Walking into his apartment, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he sees it's a text from you. He feels butterflies in his stomach.
‘Made it home safe. I had a great time. Goodnight,’
He hadn't asked you to let him know when you got home, thinking that it would have somehow been crossing the line. But you let him know, anyway. Smiling at his phone, he quickly replies,
‘Can't wait for next week. Goodnight.’
_____________
Seungkwan is out at karaoke with Soonyoung and Seokmin when he gets two texts. One from you and the other from Vernon, both saying ‘thank you’.
Can you help me find a stray kids series. it was bang chan x reader, where chan is the captain of a rebel space ship called the Big Bad Wolf and he crash lands on a planet. the reader is the queen with powers (kinda like the force)
hurt/comfort, angst, medical condition, death (not main characters),
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And Soonyoung hates it.
The plan was to help you pack, make the five hour drive from your small hometown to your dorm. Then for the next several years he'll work his ass off to make enough money to buy an engagement ring and put a down payment on a house. So that way once you graduate he can propose and you can both live happily ever after.
But that dream belonged to a naive nineteen year old who’s now watching the person he loves disappear beyond airport security.
Because instead of driving you to college he drove you to the airport. Instead of being able to see you every other weekend and on holidays, he's now not even going to be in the same time zone as you. And instead of looking forward to the future, he dreads it.
He still remembers the day you got your acceptance letter. The way your whole face lit up, how you screamed, laughed, and cried all at once. He had never been prouder. You had worked so hard, and tirelessly. You were going to be a veterinarian and help all of the animals that you love so much.
But a month before your classes were going to start your mom got a call from her sister who still lived in the States. Your aunt had been diagnosed with motor neuron disease, a degenerative, cruel condition. The phone call was a mess of shouting and sobs. Your mother was angry that she wasn't told sooner, and your aunt was devastated over her declining health and that she had no one to help her and couldn't afford to hire a caregiver.
And you being the selfless person you are without hesitation; offered to go.
You didn’t care that you were going to have to put your dreams on hold. Your only thought was to take care of your aunt.
When you told Soonyoung he wanted to be mad, he wanted to beg you to stay, to blame your mom for not going herself, to cry, and to fall apart. But you sat him down and talked him through your decision. Listed everything off so calmly and matter of factly that he couldn’t find a hole in your logic.
Still, his heart shattered.
The night before leaving you had a big dinner with everyone. The entire night Soonyoung was at your side. He refused to let go of your hand, spending the time remembering the warmth of your skin and the sound of your laugh, the weight of your presence. He was determined not to cry in front of you.
As the night ends, your friends leave and your parents go to bed, leaving the two of you to sit outside under the stars, fingers still intertwined.
He finally breaks, you had just said the one thing he was praying you wouldn't say.
“We need to break up.”
He crumbles
“Please don't do this” he chokes out between sobs, “I can't take a break up, please don't do this to me.”
You hold his face, gently wiping away his tears with your thumbs. You look at him and think that even with his swollen eyes and trembling lips he is still the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes on. This is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You know you're breaking his heart but you had to be strong, you had to do this for him.
“Soonyoung, we don't know how long I'll be gone, I can't ask you to wait for me. You deserve to live your life. Be free to do what you want.”
“I want you. You’re all I want.,” he leans into your touch.
He was making this hard, you knew he would. He wasn't going to give you up without a fight. “Baby I want you to be happy-”
“We can call and text every day. We can facetime. I'll get my passport and come visit you…I'll wait” he was listing options off saying anything to get you to stop and change your mind about the breakup.
“That's not fair to you. You are an amazing person who deserves to be happy. You should be able to go out with your friends and not have to worry about anything.” With a shaky breath, you continue, “I want you to touch, kiss, and love someone who can be there for you. I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to. Please understand that this is breaking my heart too.” Your tears are now falling.
He sits in silence, absorbing every word you say. You watch as the weight of your decision settles over him. A quiet surrender to fate’s cruel design. He understands your reasoning, why you feel the need to walk away. He knows this is what you need to ease the burden of guilt, to make leaving bearable.
With a slow nod, he accepts it—not because he wants to, but because you need him to. He will do anything for you.
When time, distance, and your misplaced guilt separate you, he will always be there. Asking for nothing, offering everything. If all you can give him is a single spare moment of your time. His heart will remain yours.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You pull him to you and kiss him with all the love you have in your body.
That night, you held each other like lifelines.
— — —
Two years have passed and there are still nights that Soonyoung cries himself to sleep.
When you first got to the States he was able to talk to you on the phone a few times a week, even with the time difference. But as the months passed and your aunt's health continued to decline it had become increasingly harder to find time. Your days were consumed by caregiving—cooking, cleaning, medicine, and doctor’s appointments. Watching the person you love slowly fade.
Some days all he got was a couple of minutes before you fell asleep. He didn’t mind though those were some of his favorite calls. Being able to hear your sleepy voice and seeing your face slowly relax as you drifted off to sleep. You looked so peaceful that he would watch you sleep.
When calls were missed and texts were left unread he wasn't upset. He just kept cheering you on. Randomly texting “I’m proud of you.” “You’re doing amazing.” “I’m here for you.”
And when you called him sobbing, broken—he was there as promised.
It was late at night where you were and you had finally gotten your aunt to sleep. She was in near constant pain, from stiffness in her joints and shooting nerve pain throughout her body. Seeing her like this, seeing her spirit slowly dying and no longer being the strong woman you always knew her to be had broken you.
You cried to him, telling him how horrible you felt that there was nothing that you could do. Other than holding her hand through the pain and making sure she got her next round of pain medication the second she could. You told him how the physical therapy and pain management techniques were useless at this point and how insurance was refusing to give her stronger medication because they deemed it unnecessary. You told him everything, vented and cried and he listened to all of it. He wanted to do more, wanted to fly to you, hold you, wipe your tears away, lift some of the hardship off your shoulders to give you a moment of rest but he couldn't.
Not long after arriving in the States, you had made him promise not to come, telling him that you couldn't handle having him there with you only for him to leave. So against his better judgment, he stayed and watched as you cried yourself to sleep.
— — —
Another year passed after that call and now Soonyoung lives alone in the house he spent years saving for. It's not much—a cozy little place with a bay window and a garden. The kind of place you once dreamed about.
He worked extra shifts, took every job he could, all in the hopes of impressing you, to show you that he was working hard while you were away.
He was doom scrolling with the TV on. His mind would wander to you; how he hadn't heard from you in a couple of weeks other than a couple of quick texts here and there. He wanted to call you but decided not to.
In the middle of his scrolling, his mother calls.
“Hey Mom”
“Hi dumpling, I’m just calling to see how you're doing.” They chat and catch up for a while even though they talked just the other day. When there was a lull in the conversation he could hear his father say something to his mom in the background.
“Did you tell him yet?”
“Hush no not yet”
“Tell me what? Is everything okay?”
“I promised her mother that I wouldn't tell you but I can't stand seeing you like this anymore.”
“Mom, what are you talking about? You're scaring me.” he was starting to shake. He knew she was talking about you. There could be no other ‘her’ she could be talking about. Were you hurt? Have you decided to stay in the States for good? Had you found someone there who could take care of you and your aunt? His mind was reeling from all these scenarios he was starting to imagine.
“Her aunt passed away a couple of weeks ago. She came home two days ago and is staying with her parents.”
He was out the door before she even finished the sentence.
This is one of the few times he was grateful to be living in a small town because he was at your parents' front door within minutes.
It wasn't until after he knocked that he realized how nervous he was.
When you opened the door he felt like his heart couldn't decide if it wanted to stop or beat so hard that it flew out of his chest. You were still in your pajamas, hair a tangled mess. You have never looked more beautiful. You stand there staring at him in shock and wondering how he knew you were back. Tears start to well up and collect on your lashes when he steps towards you and pulls you to his chest. After years of waiting, he finally wrapped you in his arms like he'd wanted to do so many times.
“I've missed you, baby,” he says, kissing the top of your head, as you cry.
— — —
You both sit in the backyard of your parents' house, and Soonyoung refuses to let go of your hand. He watches as your eyes light up as you tell him stories about your aunt and then drops once you are done, remembering that your aunt is no longer here. You sat in silence for a while when he finally got up the courage to ask.
“Why didn't you tell me when you got back?” His voice sounded so small, even to himself.
“I was scared-” you exhale a heavy sigh. “I was scared that you’d moved on. That you’d see me and realize I wasn’t what you wanted anymore. Which I know makes me a hypocrite since I'm the one who told you to find someone who can make you happy but saying it and seeing it are two different things ”
Soonyoung blinked, “Are you crazy? Of course, I still want you, I’ve never stopped. How could I ever think about wanting someone else when I already have the most amazing person by my side? Since the day we met, I have always been yours.”
Soonyoung pauses to catch his breath
“Hell, there was one time I went to the bar with Jun and a woman started flirting with me. I was so drunk I could barely remember anything. But the next morning Jun told me that I just stood there with a scowl on my face and yelled ‘I have a girlfriend’ when she touched my arm.”
That made you laugh. It had been so long since he heard that sweet sound.
“There was one time I had facetimed you after you got out of the shower.” he puts his hand to his heart and looks off with a dreamy look in his eye remembering the moment fondly “You had your towel wrapped around you, your skin was still wet and practically glowing. You looked gorgeous, I felt like a teenager again.”
You laugh and a light blush graces your cheeks.
“Honestly I thought I was going to get carpal tunnel with how many times I -”
“Oh my god!” you blush and hide your face in your hands.
Soonyoung pulls your hands away and smiles when you look at him.
“I know I've said this a lot but I've missed you. More than you could ever know. I love you.”
Tears fall from your eyes as you look at him. His presence has brought you more peace and comfort over the past years -even when it was just over the phone- than you can even convey.
“I love you too, Soonyoung. Thank you for waiting for me.” You pull him into a tight hug not wanting to let go. Soonyoung buries his face in your neck, as he takes in your warmth that his memory didn't do justice to.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers in your ear. You nod your head and his lips are on yours. It was a slow, sweet kiss that conveyed everything that couldn't be put into words. The pain of being apart, the longing and want that went unsaid for years.
“SOONYOUNG!” You yell his name and start searching for him around the apartment, which doesn't take long since he comes running into the living room.
“What's wrong? Are you hurt?” Soonyoung grabs your shoulders looking you up and down to make sure you're okay. He looks like he just woke up from a nap, hair sticking up in all directions, face slightly swollen and a bit of dry drool at the corner of his mouth.
“No, why would you think I'm hurt?”
“You came running into the house yelling. You scared me half to death.”
“Oh I'm sorry love.” you give him a peck on the cheek as an additional apology, “I was just so excited because I saw this and had to get it.” From a shopping bag that Soonyoung only now notices you pull out a hamster plushie and hand it to him.
“It reminds me of you.” you say grinning from ear to ear.
He takes the plushie from you, looks at the stuffed animal's big black eyes that catches the light, and its chubby rosy cheeks. He looks at you then the plushie then back at you again. He thinks its cute and he's happy that you thought of him but-
“I'm a tiger.” he mumbles with a pout
Your smile drops and you arch your eyebrow and suck your teeth, “Listen here ‘horanghae boy’ you may have your fans fooled and convinced them to join your little tiger cult; but in this house you are my chubby cheeked, boba eyed hamster." You cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks until his lips pout. "Do you understand me?”
