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chan holds your hand as he walks you to your apartment after your date together. you told him he didn't have to drop you off at your door but he insisted, and now you're holding hands in the elevator.
when he reaches your door he doesn't let go of your hand, his fingers gently holding onto yours, like he isn't ready to leave yet. "tonight was fun!", you tell, looking at hi"m and he nods. "it was...and you looked really pretty tonight too", he adds, making you blush. "see you monday?", he prompts and you nod in agreement.
you both stay silent after that, both of you lingering at the door. chan gives you a small smile and you're suddenly thinking that maybe he might kiss you. that's what you've read countless times in the books you'd read and you find yourself getting nervous. but chan just wishes you a goodnight, pecking your cheek as he backs away towards the elevator. you smile and wave him goodbye, a little defeated but you don't mind. you were sure you'd have your first kiss with chan soon.
you cutely wake at him as the elevator door closes before opening your own door and finally entering your apartment. you close your door and remove your shoes, slipping into your house slippers when you hear a knock on your door. confused, you peek through the peephole to see chan. you open the door, suprised.
"chan?", you ask as you open the door, peering up at him. "i forgot something", he says. your furrow your brows confused. "oh um what did you forget?", you ask innocently. "this", he says, his hands going up to cup your cheeks as he leans in, kissing you. your mind goes blank as chan pulls away. you blink up at him, you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
"forgot a goodnight kiss", he says softly. you lean into his touch, glancing down at his lips again. and he wastes no time in capturing your lips in his again, kissing you sweetly and softly and lovingly but also passionately, kissing you breathless almost. when you pull away you swear you can hear your heart beating so hard and fast. "g-goodnight?", you mumble and he smiles. "goodnight love", he replies flashing you his sweet, precious smile. he kisses you once last time before he bids you goodbye once more and you go to bed giddy and happy.
It's been so long since you've last seen your best friend.
You still live in the same area, but college pulled you apart, with you both travelling and having to dorm in different universities away from your home town, and it's broken your heart to be so far from him for so long.
So now, now you're finally on summer break, and the only thing you want to do is see his face break into that stupid grin whenever he sees you once again.
"Chan! Lee Chan! Turn around, you brat, I'm right here!"
Chan turns around in circles, phone up to his ear, looking for you confusedly. And then he spots you, running down the street towards him, and his face lights up in that stupid, stupid, adorable beam that makes you smile even wider and run faster until you fall into his arms, open and ready to catch you.
He spins you around in his arms, and wow when did he get strong enough to do that? Your phone is dangling in your hand, the call still connected to his number because you'd been too busy to disconnect, and all you can do is hug him tighter and yelp and laugh as your feet leave the floor.
"Oh my god," you breathe once he sets you down, not giving him a chance to talk. "Oh my god, I missed you so much."
"You missed me?" Chan says in disbelief. "Y/N, there's no way you missed me more than I missed you."
"What?" You cross your arms, frowning. "Never! I bet I missed you more."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
You frown at each other, matching expressions of annoyance on your faces, before eventually cracking, laughing and falling instantly into one another in a hug again.
"It feels like it's been forever since I've last seen you," Chan says, and that smile is still on his face, that bright, loving smile that makes your heart feel like it's going to burst. "You have to tell me everything that's happened since I last saw you."
"What, everything?" you say teasingly as he pushes open the playground gate, gesturing for you to walk in first. "Chan, I'm pretty sure I told you everything there is to know during our weekly facetimes."
He just laughs. "Well, I want to hear it again. In person, this time," he adds. "I like hearing you talk."
And, well, who are you to refuse?
The playground has been a sort of… cornerstone of your friendship, for you two. It was where you first met. It was where your friendship almost fell apart. It was where you met up, again and again, where you came to spend time away from the rest of the world, together or by yourselves.
It was also where you realised you were in love with your best friend.
The realisation had hit you, years ago, while chatting on the very same swingset the two of you were sitting on right now. It had shocked you, then, but only for a little while before the shock had faded away. Loving Chan was easy, as easy as breathing. Loving Chan was as obvious and inexplicable as the spark of light that fizzled in your chest.
"—almost died in her exam, but I did it anyway," you finish proudly. Chan watches you the entire time, that grin having never left his face, eyes wide as he listens to you intently.
"Oh, well done," he says, and claps dramatically. You bow your head regally, accepting his applause, and the two of you laugh. "And I expect you did really well on it as well."
You wince. "Okay, since I basically crammed in the two days before the exam and was all loaded up on way too much caffeine, I did… not that well," you say. "But I finished the exam! And I passed! Without killing myself! So I think, all in all, I did really well."
Chan laughs, eyes crinkled, smile big and beaming. "Well, in my eyes, I think you did the best out of the entire world." He ruffles your hair, voice going high-pitched in teasing. "My wonderful Y/N! You did so well, my cutie baby, you deserve all the praise!"
You brush his hand off, pretending to bite his fingers, and Chan just chuckles again. "Yeah, yeah, don't patronise me."
"No, but really," Chan says, laughter dying off, "I know how much you despised that professor. Props to you for getting through her classes. You did really well, I mean it."
His tone is so genuine, so sincere, and all he's doing is telling you something your friends back at uni have been telling you too, but it just feels so much more coming from him.
Especially when he's looking at you like you were the one to hung all the stars in the universe.
You duck your head, making a pfft-ing sound. "Oh, it's nothing. That old cow is just no match for the great and wise Y/N, you know?" you say, intending to elicit a laugh from Chan.
But he just smiles, tilting his head, and now he's looking at you like you're one of the brightest stars in the universe.
Damn this man and your stupid crush on him.
And then he tweaks your nose so hard that you squeak.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"My congratulations," Chan says, eyes wide in faux-innocence. "I was congratulating you!"
You eye him annoyedly, rubbing your nose. "Uh huh." You hold onto the chains of your swing, swaying backwards and forwards. "Anyway, that's all that's been happening on my end since we last spoke. How about you? Anything interesting happen that you haven't told me about through our numerous calls?"
Chan's smile turns a little secretive at that, something soft and mildly mischievous. "Maybe."
Your eyes widen. "Oh? Tell me, tell me!"
"Well," Chan begins, and he looks up at the sky thoughtfully. "I kind of realised that I…like someone."
And instantly your heart is swooping down towards the ground, crash-landing in a heap on the tarmac floor of the playground. "Really?"
"In fact, I think I'm in love with them," Chan continues, and now your heart is trying to burrow down through the ground into the centre of the earth. "I think I've been in love with them for a while. They're just so, so, sweet, so lively and bright and they make my days so much better." He laughs, tugging at his lips. "I just know that I get the stupidest, biggest grin on my face every time I see them."
"That's… nice," you choke out. Your heart has given up burrowing all the way to the centre of the earth and is just lying in a pathetic heap in the shallow hole it managed to dig. Maybe it can be its grave. "Do I know them?"
"Oh yeah!" Chan grins. "You know them really well!"
Well. Who else has Chan been talking to that you know really well?
You swallow. "Who… is it?"
Chan turns to face you now, and he has that stupidly adorable grin on his face, his expression lit up like a thousand suns, and there's so much love and gentleness in his expression that your heart perks up, thinking maybe, maybe, maybe…
"It's you," he says, and your heart is soaring again like it hadn't dug its own grave a few seconds prior. "I like you, Y/N."
You blink, astounded, and your heart is chirruping happily and your head is spinning and oh God, Chan likes you.
You're so at a loss for words that you don't say anything for several seconds, and Chan's grin falters.
"Y/N? Sorry, that was probably really sudden to spring on you. Oh, no, do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll take it back—"
And then you're launching yourself at him, in a clash of metal chains and knees and elbows, hugging him with all your might.
"Don't you dare take it back," you warn, and he laughs, adjusting you so you're more comfortable in his arms, hands securely wrapped around your back.
"Does this mean you like me too?" he asks, wow, wow you still can't believe he likes you.
"Of course, you dumbass," you say, hugging him tighter.
He laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. And then, after a moment: "Y/N, you gotta say it back."
That’s not the problem, Chan loves new neighbors, though he hasn’t met this one yet. No, the problem is this:
For the past four nights, every night, his new neighbor has ordered their delivery to the wrong apartment— his apartment, to be specific. The first time, Chan wrote it off as a mistake. After all, it’s a new address, and his new neighbor is probably still settling in. He smiles at the delivery driver and redirects him to the correct door, and then he doesn’t think about it again, until the next night, when there’s a knock on his door again. Okay. Maybe his new neighbor is just dumb.
And then it happens again. And again.
Once is a harmless mistake, twice is annoying, but three times? Four? At this point, Chan is irritated. No, he’s more than irritated, he’s fuming. That’s why, this time, instead of just redirecting the delivery driver, he takes the plastic bag and shoves his feet into a pair of slides and stomps down the hallway, planning to confront the perpetrator of these delivery crimes himself. Chan imagines his neighbor and their stupid face and how annoying and gross they must be. After all, who the heck orders delivery for dinner every single night? They must be hideous and stinky, Chan tells himself.
(He had complained to Soonyoung, but instead of the sympathy and cooing he had expected, his hyung had just stared at him blankly. “You could just talk to them,” Soonyoung had said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Chan huffed. Nobody in this world understands his struggles. “You’re useless,” he announced dramatically, but in his head he’s silently wondering why he hadn’t thought of that himself. Still, Chan would rather die than admit that Kwon Soonyoung had given him helpful advice.)
Chan knocks on the offending door with a bit more force than necessary, and he’s half expecting to meet Shrek on the other side of the door. But instead, when the lock clicks and the knob turns, Chan’s world stops spinning. His mouth is open, ready to unload a week’s worth of complaints on his new neighbor, but his words die on his tongue, because his neighbor just happens to be the prettiest girl he’s ever seen in his twenty four years.
There’s music playing somewhere, and Chan swears it sounds just like a romance drama OST. Everything is suddenly a little hazy and a little sparkly, like he’s been plucked from his ordinary life and placed in an impressionist painting. If he didn’t believe in love at first sight before, he certainly does now, because there’s no other explanation for the stirring in his chest or the hot flush that spreads across his cheeks.
His neighbor blinks at him, with her big shiny eyes, eyes that Chan could drown in, and then she opens her pretty mouth, with those sweet, kissable lips, and she speaks to him.
“Thanks!”
She takes the food from his hand and a second later, Chan is looking at the closed door.
He looks down at his oversized tee shirt with the ramen stain near the hem and his ratty basketball shorts and his old Adidas slides, and he groans.
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Your new apartment is nice. For one, it has stainless steel appliances and a basement laundromat. Not to mention, it’s nicely located next to a subway station. It’s quiet at night and gets plenty of sunlight during the day. And, the best part, is that you no longer have to deal with your annoying former roommate Mingyu, who you’ve lived with ever since your second year of university.
The major drawback, however, is that you no longer get to deal with your annoying former roommate Mingyu. Which means the free meals you’ve enjoyed for the past few years in exchange for grocery money are gone, and now you’re faced with the daunting task of cooking.
Well, cooking can wait until another day.
For now, you’re happy ordering delivery from the jjampong place down the street again.
Twenty minutes later, when your doorbell rings, you pull yourself off the couch and pause the drama you were watching, stomach already grumbling at the prospect of a hot, steamy bowl of noodle soup. You open the door and come face to face with someone you recognize as the cute delivery boy from yesterday.
Except today, the delivery boy is wearing a suit?
He flashes a dazzling smile at you and reaches out, proffering the plastic bag containing your noodles. “Hi,” he says, eyes curving into crescents. Oh. The cute delivery boy is really cute. And even if the suit is a weird choice for a delivery run, it looks good on him.
“Thanks,” you smile at him politely. “Wow, I didn’t know I ordered the VIP service.”
He leans against your door frame, posing in a very suave way, or at least that’s what you think he’s trying to do. Okay, now this is definitely weird, and you’re still starving, so you smile at him again.
“Thank you, have a nice night,” you say, “you have a stain on your shirt, though. Here.” You turn and hand him a wet wipe from the purse hanging by your door.
“D-huh?” His mouth hangs open. You pause and wait, and when he doesn’t say anything else, you step back and close the door.
(The same cute delivery boy twice in a row? Maybe this is a sign for you to order from the jjampong place tomorrow too.)
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“I’m really not sure why this isn’t working,” Chan sighs, burying his face into Junhui’s shoulders while he helps him stretch. He’s at the studio tonight with his little dance group. Soonyoung is in the corner, scowling at Chan because he had the nerve to show up to dance practice late. (Chan has a good excuse, though– he had to wait for his neighbor’s delivery to get there first!)
Junhui is sinewy and flexible like a cat, melting easily into the stretch. Chan swears he hears a purr rumbling from the older man. He looks up, and Junhui is smiling at him through his reflection in the mirrored wall. “Channie,” Junhui sings, lips curling in mirth, “oh our poor baby has a crush!”
“He’s a grown man,” Minghao points out flatly.
“Right, I’m a grown man,” Chan agrees.
“Which means,” Minghao continues, “you’re too old to be acting like this.”
Chan can’t help the weird frown that flashes across his face. Not a pout.
“C’mon,” Junhui laughs, somehow even bending forward further in a slightly freaky way, “you have to know that this is an insane way to approach the situation.”
“Well, how was I supposed to go about seducing my neighbor?”
Minghao narrows his eyes. “Definitely not by bringing her dinner every night like some kind of misguided housecat.”
Junhui perks up at the mention of cats, but is immediately and silently shot down by a glance from Minghao. Junhui grins. “Fine, maybe that’s not the best cat behavior to emulate. Have you considered rolling on her carpet and showing her your belly? I mean, there’s got to be a reason you insist on spending all your free time at the gym instead of cuddling with me, Chan.”
“You have to admit, though,” Minghao edges closer, legs crossed, “it’s all kind of pathetic. I mean, she doesn’t even know your name.”
“Ok, how am I supposed to fix this then?”
Chan’s despair is evidently the impetus Soonyoung needs to stop sulking and join the rest of the group. He shuffles across the floor on his hands and knees to slide into the circle. “Oh, I got this. You go to her door and say, ‘did you order coffee? Because I like you a latte.’” He nods, self-satisfied. “Foolproof.”
“Or,” Junhui sits up, “something like ‘I may not have the jumbo cucumber you ordered, but I have something better.’” He jerks his hips slightly to punctuate the terrible pickup line and Chan physically recoils.
Soonyoung, on the other hand, cackles in delight. “Oh! ‘Do you wanna buy a hot dog? Because you make my wiener stand!’”
“Definitely don’t try any of those,” Minghao says flatly, “unless you want to get pepper sprayed.”
Chan is too worked up by Soonyoung and Junhui’s combined energy to be deterred by Minghao now, however. “Ok, how about this,” Chan says, “my name is Lee Chan, and I’m your biggest Lee Fan!”
“Perfect,” Soonyoung crows, clapping Chan on the back.
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“I can’t believe you haven’t cooked once since you moved in,” Mingyu whiles as he chops scallions, like you’ve somehow personally offended his sensibilities. “I mean, delivery every night? Who does that?”
“Me,” you huff. Mingyu is back from his three month sabbatical in Thailand and had offered to make dinner for you in your apartment, like a belated housewarming. As soon as he entered your kitchen, he immediately began fussing over the sorry state of your spice cabinet and your nearly empty fridge. “And anyways, I do cook sometimes.”
“Instant ramen and hard boiled eggs don’t count,” he counters, knife in hand.
What you refuse to admit, however, is that you’ve started to enjoy your frequent visits from the delivery boy. You’ve gleaned that his name is Lee Chan, he’s a student at the local university, he’s part of a dance team, and he’s very, very, very cute. One of these days, you’ll ask him out, but you still feel like you couldn’t do it while he’s working. Maybe you’ll get lucky and meet him out on the street or something.
Though, it might be a while before you see Lee Chan again, now that Mingyu is back in town. The delivery boy is cute, but you’re not one to turn down meals by Mingyu.
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Chan has a dilemma. It’s been an entire week since his cute nighbor has ordered delivery. An entire week since he’s seen her face. An entire week since he’s handed over her food, his fingers missing hers by mere centimeters. At this point, he’s getting desperate– the other day, he woke up at 3am and hallucinated that in the shadows, his bedside lamp kind of looked like her face.
It’s dinnertime, and yet again, she hasn’t ordered anything. So Chan takes matters into his own hands–
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—you open the door to see the delivery boy. He’s holding a bubble tea takeout order in his hand– your favorite– but as much as you love to see his cute face and as much as you love bubble tea, this is still a very strange random encounter.
“Hi,” he says, grinning dopily.
You smile at him. “Um. I didn’t order this.”
“I know.” His smile starts faltering. “Um. I bought this for you.”
He holds out the bubble tea, but you don’t take it. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to.” You’re still smiling at him, though, and he seems slightly bolstered by your response.
“You should take it.” He holds out the bag again. “I mean, I bought it anyway, and I don’t even like bubble tea.”
Well, fine. You take it, somewhat reluctantly. “Do you want to come in?”
“Yes,” the delivery boy says, “especially because I have something I have to tell you.”
surprise this is actually an unfinished wip that i wrote half a year ago and abandoned because i didn't feel like writing the last few paragraphs. it's like 95% done though so here you go lol
requested by anon: "do you think you could do a cheol or dino version of the comforting seungkwan fic you did ? it was such a nice read"
pairing: dino x gn!reader
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship
word count: 2148
warnings: curse words, pet names (love, baby), descriptions of a breakdown
summary: it's the day of exam results release, and you're beginning to have doubts. but luckily, your boyfriend is there for you and more than ready to reassure you.
"I'm fucked. I'm actually so, so fucked. I can't remember any of the paper, can't remember how any of it went, can't remember what even happened in that exam hall! I think I did a Wonwoo and blacked out during the exam. This is terrible. I'm so fucked."
You're standing there wringing your hands in the dining room, while Chan is trying to peacefully eat his lunch. Unsuccessfully, really, given that you're complaining, incredibly loudly, because you're going to have to leave the apartment soon to go and pick up your exam results. And you kind of really, really don't want to.
Chan looks up from his food, eyeing you as you shake your fists some more, friendship bracelets on your wrists rattling together.
"How come you’re wearing all the bracelets the other hyungs made for you and not the ones I did?" is all he says, squinting down suspiciously at a piece of lettuce in his salad.
"What?" You look down at your wrists, where Soonyoung's bright orange beaded bracelet is next to the pastel creation that Jeonghan made you, along with the multiple from Seokmin and Joshua. You shake your head. "That’s because you never made me any! Chan, are you even listening to me?"
Chan just looks you right in the eye as he stuffs the leaf into his mouth. "Are you even listening to yourself?"
That makes you whine, stomping your feet a little petulantly. You look like a child having a tantrum, but it's all to cover up the fact that you are genuinely incredibly nervous.
"What if I failed?" you fret. "Chan, what if I failed really badly?"
"Then, we’ll just have to accept it," he says simply. He pushes away his wilting salad, unwilling to eat it anymore and unable to eat because of your distractions. "All you can do is your best, and if that's what happened when you tried your best, then there's nothing you can do."
You pout, crossing your arms. “You really are no help.”
There's a pause, and he looks at you, your stiff frame and trembling shoulders and he just sighs sympathetically, standing up from the chair and wrapping you in his arms. You stand stiffly, unwilling to yield, mildly upset at him for his horrible advice. He rocks you from side to side anyway, unfazed, cradling the back of your head.
"My lovely Y/N," he says softly. "I really don't know what else to say. If you fail, then that's okay. I'll support you. I'll help you. And if you did well, which I'm sure you did, then that's wonderful. I'll support you then too."
He pulls away slightly so he can look at you, nudging his nose against yours. He's looking at you intently, even as you try to keep the mild disappointment in your gaze as you look back. Sighing again, he shakes his head, leaning forward so your foreheads are touching.
"You're going to do fine. Absolutely brilliantly. You know how Wonwoo hyung is: the tests he remembers the least are the ones he did the best in."
That makes you smile a little, finally getting the encouragement you wanted.
"See, that's all you had to say," you say, leaning in to hug him fully, and his arms are wrapped around you once more and his hand has protectively come up to the back of your head, cradling you gently.
Chan chuckles, pulling away to look at you. "Really? Was that it?"
You hum, nodding. "Mhm. What can I say, I'm a simple person."
He laughs properly at that, pulling away and kissing you on the top of your hair. "Perhaps. But you better go now, if you want to go get your results. You're going to be late otherwise."
Your eyes widen as you look at the time. "Oh my god, you're right." You lean forwards to peck Chan quickly on the lips before rushing into the hallway. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to open them before I get home though!" you call out, and Chan wanders into the hall to smile as you tug on your shoes.
“You better not. I wanna scream over your results with you.” He grins. “Your results which are going to be great and will show you passed with flying colours, of course.”
You laugh, and the sound is high-pitched and a little wobbly with nerves, but at least you’re able to laugh. “We can only hope.”
Chan leans in and gives you another tight hug once again, and smiles at you so sweetly and lovingly that it's actually a little overwhelming. "Good luck, love. I know you'll do well."
Opening the door, you smile back at him, giving a small wave. "Thank you, babe."
And then the door closes, and you're gone. Chan stares at the door for another moment, before retreating down the hallway again and going back to his wilted lunch.
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There’s a clattering sound of you getting out your keys and unlocking the door, and Chan looks up from where he's on his phone on the sofa. He's been waiting for you, because duh, of course he has, and he gets up and walks out to greet you, but the smile dies from his face when he sees your expression.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?”
You’re clutching the envelope that holds your certificate with your results on it, and it’s clear you’re trying not to hold it so hard that the paper wrinkles, but your shoulders are shaking and you look… well, you look terrified.
“Y/N?” he asks, tone infinitely more concerned. “Here, let’s take your shoes off, love.” He bends down, untying your shoelaces for you, praising you almost without thinking when you take them off. Then he stands back up, sees your face again, and his eyes widen.
“Chan…”
“You’re crying.” He blinks, eyes widening even further when the tears well faster in your eyes, spilling over. “Hey, love, why are we crying?”
You can’t answer, bringing a hand to your face, trying to stem the tears before they dissolve into sobs, and he’s stepping forwards again, hugging you to him, arms around you. You’re still holding onto the envelope, still making sure not to crinkle it, but right now Chan couldn’t care less about a piece of paper when you’re here, crying, in his arms.
It takes a little manoeuvring, but he takes off your coat and, still with his arms around you, leads you into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa with you in his lap.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, even though he thinks he might know. He rubs your back, soothing, as you cry quietly into the fabric of his shirt, the envelope abandoned on the coffee table. “Why are you crying, love?”
You take a deep breath, attempting to speak, before getting choked by a sob and burying your head further into his shoulder.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Chan murmurs, and you make a small, broken sound that makes his heart clench. “I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay. You’re okay, love, everything is okay.”
“N—No,” you manage to stutter out, wet and helpless, “it’s not. Everything is—is not okay.”
He makes a sad noise at that, one hand still rubbing big, slow circles on your back, the other cradling the back of your head and hugging you close. “Why do you think that?” he asks gently. “What’s making you feel that way?”
“E—everyone,” you sob, and begin to cry even harder into him, your entire frame shuddering, and you sound so devastated that Chan just wants to make all of your pain disappear immediately. “Everyone is m—making me feel like things are not okay.”
“Even me?”
You can’t answer, dissolving into tears yet again.
He takes a breath, his own breathing a little shaky. He hates hearing you cry, hates seeing you so upset, and right now he’s fighting back his own tears, wanting to make you feel better instead of just sobbing with you. “Don’t listen to them, baby,” he says, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “You haven’t even looked at the results yet, how can you trust what they’re saying?”
“There were others and—and they opened theirs right there, a—and I don’t think I did—I don’t think I did as well as them,” you say, and now the crying is getting worse, your breaths coming out all quick and panicky, and you’re shuddering so hard that it’s like you're going to break in two.
“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me. Come on, love, look at me.” Chan tilts your chin upwards, hand cradling your cheek, and your face is wet with tears but he just stares you straight in the eyes, ignoring the way his own vision is blurring. “Do these people—no, baby, look at me, please—do these people really matter to you?”
You hiccup a sob, blinking your eyes rapidly, and he still has one hand on your back, the other gently wiping your own tears.
“Are these people really that important to you? Do you care about them so much that what they do is crucial to you?”
You jerkily shake your head. “N—no.”
“And,” he carries on, “Do they care about you this much too? Do they genuinely care about how well you did?”
You shake your head again.
“Exactly.” Chan smiles softly. “Their opinions are worthless. How well they did is worthless. For me, and for you, the only important thing is how well you did in comparison to yourself.”
“T—That—” You breathe in shakily again, tears falling faster— “That doesn’t even make sense.”
He can’t help but laugh, just a little, even as your face crumples as you cry even more, curling up even smaller in his lap, burying your head back into his shoulder once more.
“Don’t worry about how other people did,” he says, wrapping his arms more securely around you, keeping you cocooned in his embrace. “You did your best, Y/N, and I can personally vouch for that. I mean, how many days were I deprived of kisses because you were too busy studying? How much did I sacrifice so that you could revise without interruption?”
You chuckle, watery and a little deranged, sounding like you’re hanging on by a thread, and he just hugs you tighter.
“You have done,” Chan begins, “so so well already. I know it. I’ve seen it. This piece of paper? This just tells you what you already know. It’s going to tell you what I’ve already told you, and that’s it. Don’t base your worth on this, because you are so much more than a number and a grade.”
That causes another sad noise to be pulled out of you, touched beyond belief, but Chan doesn’t say anything else, burying his face into your hair, blinking away his own tears as he holds you through your own.
Several minutes pass, just like that, and he whispers soothing, nonsensical noises, arms tight around you, thumbs rubbing soft patterns into your skin. It takes a while, a long while, for you to eventually calm down, but he just holds you through it all, murmuring that it’s okay and that you’re okay and that he loves you, loves you so, so much.
You’re still breathing shakily, but they’re big, shuddering breaths now, and you sound calmer, resting against his chest, head tucked under his chin.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, gentle.
“Hmm. ‘m sorry.”
Chan blinks, hands pausing in their movements. “Sorry for what, love?”
“For… I don’t know. For breaking down like this, I guess.” You rub your nose, and it’s evident that you’re a little embarrassed for just crying like that, and Chan thinks his heart dips a little at that thought.
“No, gosh, there’s no need to apologise at all! It’s okay. I’m here to help you, aren’t I? It’s one of the things I’m meant to do, baby. I just want you to feel better.” He pauses. “You do feel better, right?” he checks.
You laugh a little, quiet and watery. “Yeah, I do. I feel better.”
He hums happily, hugging you tighter. “That’s good.”
There’s a beat.
“Do you wanna look at your results now?” he asks, looking down at you. You shake your head, eyes fixed on some random point on his shoulder, still blinking away the remnants of tears. “That’s okay.”
Fondly, Chan brings up a hand to your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb, before leaning in to press a light kiss to your cheek. Your cheeks are still wet, a little sticky, but he doesn’t care. The shoulder of his shirt is also in a similar state, anyway. It doesn’t really matter.
He rests his chin on your head again, rocking you from side to side affectionately, humming a tuneless melody, rubbing your arm comfortingly.
because i really wanted to write something with these pictures of chan <3
college bf!chan who had a crush on you ever since you joined, and it took him a whole year and a half before he gathered the courage to finally talk to you and (clumsily) ask you out. chan likes you so much and is always waiting for you by your locker or outside of your class so you both can go to lunch together. he's just so enamored by you really.
college bf!chan who would see your schedules for the new semester and see if you had any classes together. but you didn't since you both were doing different courses. you just happened to have one class a week together and he's just complaining about how he's supposed to spend the entire day without out?? that's a crime in his opinion. so the one class he's with you he's gonna flirt with you nonstop, sending you cute smiles and winks and air kisses because he didn't get a seat next to you and ended up sitting at the other end of the lecture hall. he'll def be the type to pass little love notes to you during class if he manages to sit next to you. and he's also gonna hold your hand underneath the table the one class you have together. he's just so enamored by you really.
college bf!chan who would always aks for a goodluck kiss before a test or exam because why not. "they really do help, last time you forgot to kiss me and my grade dropped", he says with the most serious face and how can you even say no to that cute face.
college bf!chan who loves having little library study dates with you and he brings all your favorite snacks. he'll say "okay let's study for 1 hour and then take a break", but he's getting distracted within the first 15 minutes and scooting his chair closer to yours as he leans his head against your shoulder. "one hour isn't over genius", you tell, knowing well what he's trying to do. "hm i think i need a recharge kiss", he says, lifting his head up as he looks at you. "please?", he adds, puckering his lips. you give him a knowing look but give him a peck anyways. he proceeds to feed you some chips and looks at what you're studying.
college bf!chan who convinced you to skip class to watch a movie and you couldn't even say no because he'd already booked the tickets. so that's how you were both in the theater watching a movie instead of being in class. but you didn't really care, seeing chan smiling and eagerly watching the movie he was so excited made your heart full. he'll spoil you with an added dinner date too, which ends up being mcdonalds but who are you to complain, these were the best kind of dates.
college bf!chan who would hate seeing you stressed out and anxious during exams season and complained about how exams are actually stupid and should be banned. he'll make sure you don't overwork yourself by staying up late, pulling all-nighters - because he knows you've done it before and hates seeing you breakdown later.
college bf!chan who attended a class for you when you were down with a nasty cold and took the time to make notes for you so you wouldn't miss out and have to stress out over catching up. the notes he took were cutely messy and scattered but he did mange to get down the important information. he'll even be ready to do the assignment for you, but you tell him it's okay, feeling bad. he cups his cheeks in his hands as he tells you he'd do anything for you and this is the least he can do before he's giving you a warm hug. you did end up getting a decent grade for the assignment because of chan.
college bf!chan who will spoil you after your exam, treating you to a cute lunch and buying you your favortie cake as a little celebration for getting through exam season. expect lots of handholding as you both walk hand in hand.
college bf!chan who would smile and be your biggest hypeman when you're presenting your presentation to the whole class. he'll also be a little goofy, shooting you smiles and winks and you're trying not to smile too hard and laugh at his antics. he'll even write a" y/n is the best" with a little heart on a small piece of paper and hold it up, shooting you a silly smile as you see what he's done and bite your lip, trying not to grin. the moment your presentation is over, you're gathering your stuff back and going back to your seat, whisper yelling at chan. "what were you doing!", you say as you put your stuff on the table and sit down. luckily you both were in the back so no one could hear or pay much attention to you both. "i was supporting my lovely partner who worked so hard on their presentation" "by trying to make me laugh?", you say deadpan. "what no i was being supportive...baby cmon. fine next time i won't be supportive i guess", he says, frowning as he crosses his arms. "you're such an idiot, my idiot", you say, smiling, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "thank you", you add and he finally cracks into a smile and he intertwines his hand in yours.
college bf!chan who's always supportive of whatever you decide to do. he's your little pillar of support and you're so grateful to him for being with you.
complains if he's not been given attention for more than two (2) minutes. coughs so pathetically and obnoxiously loudly that you can hear him in the hallway even with his door closed. has to be spoon-fed chicken broth by mingyu. is only Absolutely Terribly Ill for a few days tho, and then he's bustling about trying to get stuff done while sniffling rlly badly and trying to insist he's fine
jeonghan:
is acting like it's the end of the world (1). somehow always manages to get a sore throat n croaky voice every time he's sick??? one time he had a stomach bug which made him lose his voice for three days. dokyeom blames it on jeonghan's croaky cough habit. comes home from work and just collapses onto the sofa like a puppet having its strings cut. refuses to move, has seungkwan bring a glass of water and paracetamol to him
joshua:
eyes get all puffed up n his face goes all pink bc of his fever and basically looks like a baby :( tries to shuffle around the dorm insisting he can function, is shoved back into bed by seungcheol bc a) he looks really ill and b) he doesn't want joshua's germs all over him. sleeps through the worst of his fever, wakes up to drink like three glasses of water n falls back asleep again. gets up w his eyes still super puffy but he's smiling so it's obvious he's feeling better. essentially gets rid of his sickness in two days
junhui:
doesn't get sick. like ever. sometimes he gets a sniffly nose but that's about it. brings hot water bottles to the other members when they're sick, offers to cook them spicy food to make them sweat off the illness. sits in front of their bedroom door while they're resting in their room, yells questions about what they want to eat, when they want to eat, how bad their pain is on a scale of 1 to 10. gets told to go away bc his yelling is giving them a headache </3
hoshi:
is acting like it's the end of the world (2). you can tell when he's sick or coming down with a sickness bc he starts swaying on his feet and is slow to react to things that the others say. bedridden for at least two days. whispers back forlorn messages when junhui comes yelling at his door, tells him to give his love to the other members before he succumbs to his illness. is screaming and running around the dorm not even a week later
wonwoo:
gets really drowsy. tbh it's kinda worrying for them to see wonwoo ill bc he gets rlly pale and starts sweating really badly n can barely keep his eyes open. gets through the worst of the illness in a few days but is holding tissues to his nose for like two weeks afterwards. refuses to go lie down in bed to sleep off the sickness, saying it's not that bad. sneezes so hard that seungcheol swears the whole building is shaking
woozi:
just has a really runny nose and a slight stomach ache, tbh. powers through it by taking a bunch of meds. manages to convince himself that illness isn't real and humans made up the concept of sickness and in fact, he is actually God. sometimes manages to focus so hard on his compositions that he forgets he even felt unwell in the first place
minghao:
the most hygienic about it. carries around hand sanitizer with him, disappears from the room to wash his hands every fifteen minutes, has his pockets stuffed with those little tissue packets. tbh he probably doesn't get sick that often either, due to a rlly good immune system or something. voice goes all croaky n he sounds more sick than he actually is, but it's not as bad as jeonghan
mingyu:
is coughing over every single surface in the house. either is confined to the bed for his sickness or is wandering around insisting that he is definitely not unwell in the slightest. has minghao following his every move with a disinfectant spray and a cloth. gets scolded by everyone when he sneezes into his hand and wipes it on his jeans, is confused why they're all so annoyed about it bc at least he didn't wipe it on them
dokyeom:
nose starts running so badly and has such a terribly high fever. his temperature is so high it's like he's going to burst into flames any moment. is speaking in a teeny tiny whisper the entire time, thinks he's speaking loudly bc his head is throbbing so bad. keeps telling everyone that he feels fine, but "wonwoo hyung did you get a twin or something bc there are two of you standing next to my bed—"
seungkwan:
is acting like it's the end of the world (3). has a fear of overdosing on paracetamol and accidentally sending himself into a coma, and so refuses to take medicine. drinks the herbal tea that minghao recommends, drinks the chicken broth that mingyu makes whenever anyone is sick, attempts to drink the sauce of some spicy food that junhui offers, almost chokes. he's feeling all better in a week tho, and vows not to fall ill again. that is, until he falls ill once again
vernon:
gets all flushed up bc of the fever. is almost permanently holding tissues to his nose, bc he was an unfortunate witness to that one time that jihoon yelled at mingyu for not wiping his nose properly after sneezing all over the dorm and hansol does not want that to happen to him, thank you very much. still sounds all bunged up even though it's been three weeks since his fever has gone down
chan:
tells the other members immediately when he's not feeling well and that he's going to have a lie down. ends up not emerging from his room for a whole fourteen hours, coughs so loudly and with so much force that his entire bed vibrates. is better by the next day tho, and emerges from his room like nothing happened. minghao tells him he needs to clean his room after staying in there while ill, but keeps forgetting to follow his advice
badboy!wonwoo who always wears his signature black leather jacket, with his hair always messily styled or slicked back. either way, he pulled it off, making him look hot. he would wear a chain around his neck sometimes and rings around his fingers which somehow only added to his charm. his one arm was adorned with tattoos that just made him look pretty darn attractive when he wore sleeveless, which also highlighted his well-built arms.
badboy!wonwoo who was usually cold to everyone, not bothering to make small talk. he was always going causing trouble and everyone in college usually steered right clear of him - except you. you didn’t take shit from anyone, especially wonwoo. so if he came around bothering you, you made sure to put him in his place. he’d be amused because that’s not what usually happens and this just makes him want to rile you up more. so that’s exactly what he does.
badboy!wonwoo who would come into the library, not bothering to be quiet, as he walks along the rack of shelves and books before he randomly pulls out a book, feigning interest in it, his eyes looking for you instead. he would spot you sitting as you typed away on your laptop, studying and he’ll make his way towards you as he slams the book down a little too hard on the table, startling you.
“what the fuck”, you mumble under your breath as you look up to see wonwoo taking a seat in front of you. you roll your eyes as you continue studying, ignoring wonwoo’s existence. “knock knock”, he says after a few seconds when you don’t acknowledge him. he repeats the words making you annoyed as you snap your head up to look at him. “what?”, you ask. “it’s rude to ignore someone”, he says deadpan, his deep voice illegally attractive. “you’re supposed to be quiet in a library”, you snap back, making him tilt his head in amusement. “really?”, “yeah, maybe you’d know that if you actually studied or came to the library with to read”, you say making him smirk softly. oh, how he loved when you fought back against him. wonwoo would follow you home that evening, feigning innocence when you turn around. “quit following me", you say, annoyed. “i'm not, my house is this way”, he says with a stupid smirk that you would very much want to wipe off his gorgeously handsome face. you just huff as you continue walking and reach home. but in reality, he was just making sure you got home okay since it was late but he wasn't going to tell you that.
badboy!wonwoo who would get always into fights and always somehow show up with a bruise here or there. one night he shows up at your doorstep wounded and bruised and bleeding. “mind sparing some water to drink”, he asks. you observe the bruise on his cheek and knuckles and his busted lip. “you’re hurt”, you say. “water baby i need some water hm”, he repeats. you let him in and he doesn’t bother sitting down, just gulps down the water and turns to leave when you stop him. “you’re hurt. let me clean up your wounds”, you say but he doesn’t listen, brushing it off and walking off, a tense look on his face. you don’t see him on campus the next day or for the next three days either. and when he finally does come back to class, he’d be up to his usual antics - bothering you. his wounds seemed to have healed a bit and you’re secretly glad that he was back because you had missed seeing his annoying face. he crashes your table at lunch. “where have you been?”, you ask. “why? did you miss me baby?”, he prompts with that stupid smile, making you roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the small smile you give him when he says that.
but after that day wonwoo wasn’t to be seen at college. fast forward to a few days later and you’re walking back home from your part-time job. it’s dark and it’s late as you’re walking down the road. you hear voices down the alley in the road next to the road where your house was, and you hear a voice you’d recognize anywhere – wonwoo. you walk towards the source of the noise, only to hear people yelling and someone being pushed. wonwoo is standing and his jacket is lost on the floor and his tattoos are visible. “what the fuck is your problem”, wonwoo grunts out, jumping onto the other guy as he throws a punch. but then wonwoo slips and the other two guys take their chance. you watch from the corner as two guys throw punches and kick at wonwoo as he grunts, collapsing to the ground. you’re frozen in your spot, unsure what to do. should you call the cops? but what if wonwoo got in trouble too? the other guy fetches a small pocket knife from his pocket, slides it open, and laughs. fuck this was getting bad. you couldn’t just stand there as you watched wonwoo get killed so you did a stupid thing and threw yourself into the fire.
“stop or i’ll call the cops”, you say stepping into the light. they turn around to look at you, bursting into a fit of laughter when they see you. “what’s this”, the guy with the knife mumbles. “y/n what are you doing”, you hear wonwoo say urgently. “looks like your lover is here huh?”, the guy repeats, stepping closer to you, but you stand your ground.
“let him go”, you repeat trying your best to sound confident but you’re shaking on the inside. wonwoo manages to stand up, breathing hard. “you’re cute aren't you”, he whispers as his hand reaches out to your cheek but you smack his hand away and he lets out an annoyed scoff. “was going to be nice to you and let him go, but you just lost that chance”, he spits out, turning around and slicing a part of wonwoo’s arm, making you let out a gasp. “wonwoo”, you yell, stepping forward but the other guy holds you back. and now you’re thinking you should have called the cops before interfering.
“get away from them”, wonwoo spits out, stepping forward but the other guy is quicker and grabs your wrist tightly, making wonwoo freeze. “move and they’ll get hurt”, he threatens. wonwoo grunts, balling his palms into fists, angry. “ let them go”, wonwoo says, emphasizing each word. you’re so scared as you stand trapped. you try to pull your hand away but his grip is too strong. "just then a police car siren can be heard and the guys look out. “shit, let’s go”, the guy holding you says to the other guy. “you got lucky today”, he mutters as the police car gets closer and he lets you go, pushing you forward, making you stumble and fall. they make a run for it and wonwoo is beside you in an instant.
“y/n are you okay”, he asks worry written all over his face, his brows furrowed in concern as he looks at you. you notice his arm where he got sliced and it’s still bleeding, blood running down his arm. his lip is busted again and his cheek is scratched too, not the mention his bruised and bleeding knuckles.
“you’re bleeding”, is all you can say as you stand up. you drag wonwoo back to your place and make him sit on the couch as you fetch your first aid kit to tend to his wounds. you both sit in silence as you treat wonwoo’s wounds. you first take care of the cut on his arm. he winces and inhales a sharp breath as the disinfectant burns. you can feel his burning gaze on you and you can’t take the suffocating silence anymore.
“what the fuck were you thinking wonwoo. you could have gotten hurt”, you says, your voice sharp with an undertone of worry. he don’t say anything, still shaken up from what just happened.
“i’m okay”, he says like it's completely normal, only making you even madder. "you're so-", you say but your voice betrays you, cracking at the end. the way there was a slight tremor in your hands as you try to put the band-aid on wonwoo. and that told him everything he needs to know and that you were most definitely not okay.
“hey look at me”, he asks softly and you slowly lift your eyes up to meet his. your eyes are wet from trying to hold back your tears. you let a few tears roll down your cheeks. “you’re such an idiot, always getting in trouble and getting into fights”, you mutter. “what if you got hurt wonwoo, you could have gotten killed”, you say and he realizes how worried you actually were. he wipes your tears with his thumb as he jokes about how he would have survived anyway and those guys wouldn’t have really done anything much, only to earn a whack on the chest from you. he says a few cheesy lines to make you feel better as you clean up the blood on his knuckles.
and that’s when you realize how hot wonwoo actually looks after a fight, fuck. you rarely see him without his jacket that is always covering up his tattoos but tonight he just looks so damn attractive that you can feel yourself getting nervous. you try to distract yourself by making conversation. "did they hurt?", you ask, referring to wonwoo's tattoos as you gently trace one over with your finger. "hm not really?"
you focus your attention back on his bruised knuckles and wipe them clean before wrapping them in gauze. your hand was tiny compared to wonwoo's and it was quite amusing actually. "my hands so small", you say, putting your hand against his hand to see the size difference. "if you wanted to hold my hand you could just say baby", he says with that stupid smile as he intertwines his fingers in yours. you roll your eyes. you slip your hand out of his and he chuckles. you get back to treating his wounds and move a little closer to him so you can clean the scratch on his cheek, not realizing how close you were to him until you glance down at your lips and gulp.
he notices where your gaze has been and smirks as he slowly leans forward. “be gentle hm, it hurts”, he says lowly. you go back to tending to the cut on his cheek and put the tiny band aid on the wound and your gaze flickers back to wonwoo. he’s so close you can feel your heart beat faster and faster and you’re pretty sure wonwoo can hear it too. you don’t know what comes over you but you lean in, closing the gap between you both as you kiss him. he kisses you back with vigor, his hand going up to cup your cheek as you deepen the kiss. your hand grips the collar of his shirt as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as he moves his lips against yours, making you sigh into the kiss.
you pull away trying to catch your breath as you look at wonwoo looks at you, his eyes going a shade darker, his hair disheveled and messy, his lips pink and his hands warm. "didn’t know you had a thing for bad boys”, he mumbles against your lips. “i hate you”, you mumble back, kissing him. “hm i know”, he whispers, capturing your lips again as he kisses you dizzy.
synopsis: you decide to play the chapstick challenge but in a different way, with different flavors of candy
pairing(s): heeseung (enhypen) x fem!reader
warning(s): making out, use of babe, darling, etc., yeonjun's a tiktoker here LMAO, and heeseung himself gets a warning just for ela
wc: 0.9k
song suggestion: candy by baekhyun
note: this is for you bestie ela 🫡 (@dearhee) this is why i asked you so many questions KJNSDF
"Darling, what are you doing?" Heeseung finally stepped out of his room and made his way over to you on the couch, cutting pieces of candy with scissors.
"I'm cutting candy," you replied, super concentrated on cutting the right size.
He hums in amusement as he takes a seat next to you, watching your next move. As he leans back, his eyes catch the small container filled with tiny pieces of candy and wrappers scattered throughout.
"Is this what you've been doing the whole time?"
You nod, "Yeah, as much as I love hi-chew, I rather cut them in half."
"In half? Why?"
"It takes less time to eat than the whole thing." Heeseung slowly nods, not clearly understanding how your brain works but it made sense nonetheless. The taffy-like candy did take quite a while to eat. So cutting it in half checked out quite well.
The two of you sat in silence as you finished cutting up the candy with Heeseung scrolling through his phone and occasionally looking at you to make sure there weren't any injuries.
“And, done!” you set down the scissors and add the last bits of candy into the container.
Before shutting the lid, you pop another piece in your mouth and hum happily, as the sweet flavor fills your mouth.
“Was it worth it?” Heeseung instinctively pulls you in closer by the waist, your head naturally resting on his shoulder.
“Yeah, I think it was.”
He chuckles at your response and together, you go through his tiktok for you page. Random videos of games, dancing, and food went by until a certain video caught both of your attention.
Pressing his thumb on the volume key, Heeseung raises the volume a little bit, intrigued in the video, “Hey guys! My girlfriend and I are here to do the chapstick challenge. And yes, she’s the one who convinced me but how can I deny kissing her?”
You let out a fake gag at the cringiness but couldn’t help but giggle at the video, “Yeonjun sure knows how to make his girl happy.”
“Yeah, he does. But it grosses me out that they’re posting this so that his followers can see it.”
You nod, “Yeah, I’d rather not post us kissing on the internet. Especially like that.”
“Yeah? But you wouldn’t mind if we did it?” Heeseung mumbles, leaning into your ear.
“Y-Yeah. I mean no! I mean, I don’t have any chapstick so we can’t do it.” you rambled, slightly pushing the boy away.
You reach for the water bottle in front of you and take a long sip, trying to flush out your nervousness. Despite dating for well over a year, Heeseung never fails to make you feel flustered.
“Let’s use that.” Your eyes follow his finger to the container of candy that you had just cut.
“I already had like five or six so the flavors wouldn’t be accurate.” you explain, trying your best to not get anymore red.
“Well, I haven’t had any. I can eat them and you can guess.” he muses, reaching over and grabbing the container.
“Close your eyes, darling. I don’t want you to see what I’m eating.”
You let out a huff but listen to him anyways, closing your eyes and patiently waiting. After about a minute, you feel yourself being pulled closer, Heeseung’s hand on your lower back.
“You ready?” you nod, not wanting your words to say anything that would stop the whole thing.
He lets out a breathy chuckle and mumbles to himself, “You’re such a good girl.”
Heeseung gently grasps your jaw and pulls you in for a heated kiss. Immediately nibbling your bottom lip and drawing a gasp from you. He uses it as an opportunity to move his tongue inside.
Everything about the kiss wasn’t sweet or soft. It was rough and needy, enough to make your head spin. A burst of sweetness fills your mouth as he kisses you deeper. It was hard to pinpoint the flavor but enjoyed it nonetheless, slowly forgetting about the whole challenge.
Heeseung’s the first to pull away grinning at your disheveled state, “So, what flavor is it?”
“Green apple?” you huffed, nose crinkling at the end.
“I knew you’d get it!” He ruffles your hair and chuckles as you try to move away from him.
“Want another round?”
Without replying, you reach for the container and pop a piece into your mouth. As you were chewing, you climbed over and sat on his lap, hands cupping his face.
Hands went flying around your waist as you pulled him in for another heated kiss. You fight for dominance as playing the game wasn’t even a thing anymore.
Just as you thought you had control, Heeseung holds onto your waist and flips you over, back on the couch with him hovering over you.
“What’s the flavor?” you pant, the kiss almost knocking the wind out of you.
“Cola?” you hum, shaking your head.
“Well, guess I have to try harder.” He dives in for another kiss only for you to push him away.
“I’m kidding, it is cola.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I just wanted you to kiss me again,” you reply, smiling up at the boy.
Heeseung chuckles at your response and leans down again, “Well, we don’t have to keep playing the game for you to keep kissing me.”
a/n: dipping my toes back into writing after a while, do forgive me if this is shit (or don't, writing the jeonghan one reminded me how down bad i am and the joshua one is totally not based on personal experiences). taking the liberty of tagging @rasparagus because headcannons.
inside a taxi after your first date. given the loose atmosphere and the way your limbs are almost tangled with each other’s, you’d think that there was alcohol on the menu (there wasn’t). it seems everything jeonghan did this evening added to the urge to kiss him, from the way he eyed you when you took off your jacket, to how he knelt down to tie your shoelaces as you were leaving. what a gentleman, you had teased, trying to hide your flustered state (for you, always, he had replied).
so now here you are, with jeonghan’s soft lips on yours, his fingers curved on your cheek like they belong there, his other hand resting on your waist while yours pull him even closer. you’re not sure who made the first move, all you remember is how his hair tickled your skin when he leaned into you while laughing at a joke you cracked, and how his eyes sparkled when he looked up at you, the remnants of a chuckle visible in the lines of his face. when the two of you pull apart, it barely takes you five seconds to dive right back in, still unsure who made the first move this time.
JOSHUA
while waiting for ice-cream. going into the evening, you didn’t expect to enjoy yourself as much as you did. not because you don’t enjoy joshua’s company, but because you weren’t sure if this was a date. you had asked him a week ago if he wanted to join you on your visit to a rather unconventional museum, and he had agreed. since that moment, you’ve wondered if you asked him out on a date. even while perusing a rather confusing collection inside the museum, the thought crossed your mind: is this a date? do the intent looks that joshua passes your way mean anything? does his offer to buy you ice-cream after you exit the old building mean anything?
and so finally you asked him, while waiting for your butterscotch sundae, sitting in the corner of the cozy ice-cream parlour. i don’t know, he had answered earnestly, adding a moment later, but i would like it to be.
and you don’t know if it was the slight vulnerability in his eyes or the memory of his proximity as the two of you walked through the halls of the museum – you moved to kiss him, pausing only to ensure he knew your intentions. he had closed the final gap, and his hands had barely found yours when the kiss got interrupted by the owner loudly announcing that your orders were ready.
and you would be downtrodden about having to part from his lips so soon after having imagined kissing him for a full week, if it were not for the wink he passed your way before getting up to collect your orders. later.
some bf!dino headcanons :) i wrote this for my friend and thought i'd share it here too since it turned out pretty nice! also a little something to celebrate hitting 1k!
dating dino would be honestly super fun and sweet. he would be shy at first but then as you both opened up to each other, it became clear he liked you very much and it showed in all his actions, thoughts, and words to you.
bf!dino who would memorize your coffee orders or favourite items from cafes so he could surprise you with them when you were at work with the cutest notes, always signed off with a heart and something he loved about you
bf!dino who would love doing on dates with you, holding your hand all the time as you both walked and talked. he'd look at you with the fondest smile on his face, squeezing your hand ever so slightly because of all the love he felt for you at that moment.
bf!dino who would do anything to see you smile, absolutely hating when you're sad or feeling low. he'd set up a cute romantic dinner one night but you'd had a pretty rough day. so, he turned on some slow music and held your hand as he gently guided you to the center of the room and slowly danced with you, all the while you couldn't help but smile at his cute but sweet antics. he may have proceeded to dip you in the air which made you squeal and almost fall but dino caught you luckily, all the while you were clinging onto his arm laughing while he's worried if you got hurt, apologizing, but you cut him off by kissing him, just grateful to be with him at that moment.
bf!dino who would spend days researching and thinking about the perfect gift to give you on your birthday, asking you all these questions subtly. and when he finally buys you a pretty ring, he's so nervous to give it to you, scared you might not like it but how can you not because it’s so beautiful and you're eyes well up with tears because of how sweet he is and then it hits you and you make sense of all the questions he asked you, you're heart all soft at how thoughtful he was. he'd slip the ring on and, proceeding to kiss your cheek and he go on about how pretty the ring looked on you.
bf!dino who would be there for you during your highs and lows. on your lows and hard days, he'd hold you in his arms and ask you gently if you wanted to talk to him about it, not forcing you to say anything if you didn't want to but he wanted you to know that he was there for you if you ever needed him. and if you cried, his heart would break, sadness pooling in his eyes as he saw tears roll down your cheek. he'd give you the warmest hug as he tried his best to comfort you, his heart shattering every time you sobbed. he’d take you out for ice cream and as you both walked to the store nearby hand in hand, you were grateful for the distraction. sometimes no words needed to be said between you both and silent understanding and comfort were all that was needed.
bf!dino would cheer you on and be one of your proudest fans, congratulating you and celebrating your achievements, big or small. he'd gush about it to the other boys as they watched him ramble about you with such passion and love. they'd tease him about it at times and when you'd meet the rest of the boys with him, they'd go on about how he told them this and that about you, only to make dino get all shy and flustered while he tries to change the topic, but you find it so cute :(
bf!dino who would walk you home if it was getting late, lending you his jacket before intertwining his fingers in yours. and when you'd reach home, you'd always end up making some excuse for him to stay back like "it's cold and the heater's not working", or "we have to catch the bus together anyway so you might as well stay the night". "that's just an excuse to make me stay the night hm", he says as he pulls you closer, murmuring softly against your lips before kissing you, slowly ushering you both inside as you chuckle.
bf!dino who'd love to watch tv shows with you and when he told you he watched an episode without you, he watches as your face falls and you're pouting, crossing your arms over your chest. "how could you, you knew we were watching it together right", you'd mumble. "but i thought you watched that?" "no i fell asleep during that and didn't see it". you'd then watch that episode in a huff, hoarding the popcorn bowl, sitting a slight distance from him because you were annoyed. he keeps glancing at you. and typical, cliché movie style, your fingers touch when you both reach for some popcorn and he takes this chance to wrap his free hand around your waist, pulling you closer, his lips meeting yours as soon as you turned your head before you could complain. you can only sigh softly into the kiss because you knew you couldn't be mad at him anymore about it.
bf!dino would send you the cutest selfies, demanding a selfie back, smiling like an idiot when you'd send one. the other members didn't even need to know who he was talking to, they immediately knew it was you when they saw that ridiculous grin on his face. bonus they secretly snap a picture of dino grinning at his phone and send it to you - "just so you know he looks at his phone like this when he talks to you". it would make you want to punch the wall because of how cute he was.
warnings: reader is tired and just done with an assignment
a/n: this might not resonate with anyone because it's me, i'm the reader. just so done with my modelling systems assignment and procrastinating by writing my jeonghan fantasies.
the sound of your front door opening diverts your attention from your laptop screen, and jeonghan’s frame is visible through the half-ajar door of your bedroom by the time you manage to look up.
he’s early, you think as he walks through the door and smiles at you, looking peacefully at-home as he takes off his jacket and socks. you expected him to arrive atleast an hour later, given how he had hinted that he might end up getting a few drinks with his friends. it appears he ditched that plan, if his early arrival and lack of redness in cheeks is anything to go by.
“when did you get back?”, he asks, walking closer to the bed and leaning in to drop a kiss on your cheek. you close your eyes and hum at the contact, savoring the moment before answering.
“half hour ago”, you reply, watching as he climbs into bed with a low grunt, “had dinner at the uni, so was a little late”.
“mm”, he pauses in his movements for a second, eyes fixed on you and a frown on his face as if he’s weighing his next move. then, he slides next to you, before pushing you forward and slotting his body behind yours, pressed between you and the pillows. you laugh, and jeonghan’s giggle echoes in your ear.
“how was dinner?”, he asks, casual as ever, his arms wrapping around you.
“chicken tenders and fries”, you recite your regular order, “unhealthy and tasty. i was hungry”.
jeonghan says nothing, choosing to nuzzle your neck and squeeze your middle. giving up on the frustrating assignment you’ve been struggling with for a while, you lean back and relax against him, humming in content when he trails kisses on your skin.
“this for your systems assignment?”, he murmurs below your ear, and you can’t help but close your eyes at how soft his voice sounds.
“yeah”, you whisper, “i don’t care anymore”.
jeonghan chuckles, knowing full well you’re lying. mostly.
“come on, baby”, he nudges your face with his nose, “just the report left, yeah? you’re already done with the hardest part”.
you grumble, opening your eyes and sitting up slightly.
“do a little today, so you’ll have less left tomorrow”, he continues, voice soft as ever.
he has a point. do you want to shut down your laptop, snuggle close to your boyfriend, and forget about this assignment till tomorrow? yes. but will that make your life much, much harder tomorrow? also yes.
“you’ll be here?”, you ask, fingers brushing against the back of his hand.
warm lips press against your shoulder, and his hand turns to intertwine with yours.
it's not unusual for your boyfriends' hands to reach yours, eyes widening at how cold your body was. "baby, why haven't you said anything?" he spoke, quickly taking one of your hands and intertwining it with his, stuffing them in his oversized jacket. "you're freezing. we should just go home." you smiled softly, looking at your easily worried boyfriend.
"cheol, i'm okay. i wanna see them light the christmas lights." you reassured him, reaching up to peck his lips— the edges of his frown turning upwards into a cheesy grin, pulling you closer to his grasp. "fine.. remind me to get you gloves later." you nodded, your head against his chest, allowing him to put your other hand mixed with his into the pockets of his jacket. "you're lucky i love you." you are.
minghao ✿
it was around 7 o'clock when you and minghao were getting ready to meet the others for a restaurant dinner. observing yourself in the mirror, checking to see if you were satisfied with your outfit. "love, come here for a second." minghao spoke softly, admiring you from behind as you stared at your reflection. turning around, you smiled at him with raised brows.
"c'mere." he added, your eyes glancing at the red scarf that matched what you were wearing as you walked closer to your boyfriend. minghao's hands reaching to wrap the scarf around your neck, along with a matching brown beanie. "to keep you warm." he smiled, his warm gaze meeting yours. "thank you, love." you muttered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss onto his lips.
seokmin ✿
waiting in line for hot chocolate outside of a booth may not have been the best idea. but this particular place is also the night you and seokmin had first met, and they serve some of the best coffee ever (though, seokmin said it tasted better when you still worked there). you let out a soft laugh as you felt your boyfriend scoot closer towards your body, his hands wrapping around your waist. "it's so cold." he whined behind your ears.
"i know, baby. i told you we should've come earlier." he sighed at your words. "i'm sorry. the meeting ran late." seokmin explained, pressing a kiss on your head. turning around, you faced him, arms reaching up to wrap themselves around his neck. "i know, seok. it's okay, i'm not mad at you. some things can't be helped.. like the color your nose is turning from the cold." you giggled, leaning up to press a kiss onto his nose. his grin growing wider at the action, his heart clenching at the sight of you and how grateful he is to have you. leaning over to kiss your nose, he laughed. "yours is cold too!"
jeonghan ✿
after a long day, there was nothing more you wanted other than to come home and wrap yourself around your boyfriends arms. closing the door behind you, shuffling your boots off and looking up to spot yoon jeonghan with a tired smile standing in front of you. "how was work?" he asked, chuckling softly as you walked towards him with a small pout.
his hands reaching up to brush off the snow that had landed on your hair, nodding his head at your complaints about your coworkers and how they just had to have yet another dinner together. "i tried coming home earlier, but they said i should get along with the others more." you sighed, jeonghan's hands taking care of taking off your coat and hanging it up, removing your scarf as well.
"you're here now." he spoke, kissing your forehead gently. "that's all that matters."
soonyoung ✿
wherever you went, there is always a clingy kwon soonyoung by your side. not that you minded it, it was quite endearing how he expressed his affection towards you. but, it grew even more during the winter because of the cold. standing in a line? his hand is in yours, even if you're wearing gloves.
he's constantly asking for kisses as well, claiming that, "my lips are so cold, baby. if you don't kiss me, they'll turn blue and fall off. do you want to have a no lipped boyfriend?" public displays of affection has never mattered to you, except for the slight embarrassment you felt when other people gave you weird looks but whenever you looked at soonyoung's cute grin— you could care less.
"one more." he said, pursuing his lips with his eyes closed, his arms tugging you closer to his body. you giggled at his actions, shaking your head and giving him one last kiss (even if you knew it wouldn't actually be the last, but the first of many).
seungkwan ✿
seungkwan hated getting sick, so much that he would avoid the members whenever he found out they had so much as the flu. but all of that is quickly thrown out the window when it came to you. "honey, you really should've told me you were sick earlier." he sighed, placing his hands on your forehead to see how hot you were.
"oh, love." he pouted, getting up to the sound of the pot of tea whistling. you hadn't been sick for very long and it wasn't something you couldn't handle, you knew your boyfriend is a very busy man and the last thing you wanted to do was bother him. "i'm okay, kwan." you tried to reassure him, sitting up as he handed you the tea. "be careful. it's hot." seungkwan told you, placing his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly with a gentle look in his eyes. "i know you can handle yourself, but let me take care of you sometimes." he added, acknowledging your words, his body hovering over yours to place a kiss onto your temple.
"i love you, so let me be here. you are far more important than anything else, okay?"
hey, i’m back. recently i’ve been in my chanrot era so if you could please write a daddy kink chan smut i would really appreciate it. also thank you for the he mingyu smut, i was freaking out inside.-🎧
Pairing: bf!chan x afab!reader
Genre: smut, light fluff
Word count: 2.1k
tags: initial reluctance (lighthearted), blossoming established relationship, daddy kink (initially just Chan), slight degradation, reader has tits, mentions of voice kink, asphyxiation, wall sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay
Summary: You've heard of dadless behaior but what is daddy behavior? You found it unlikely that the answer would be right under your nose. Better yet, already balls deep inside you.
author note: hiii, I'm back. and what a way to be back than to finish up a dino request. SK was amazing, everything was new and exciting. I'd be happy to answer any travel questions or if you wanna just pop in my inbox, I’ll graciously respond. I missed you guys <3
P.s. to 🎧 bestie I’m so glad you enjoy Mingyu’s fic and I hope you enjoy this one too!
He had you by your throat, cock plunged balls deep in your cunt, slamming into your cervix with every calculated thrust. A pool of arousal soaked into your bed sheets as your shallow breaths barely escaped. His upper body weight pins you stomach down on the mattress and his gaze falls on you, emitting unadulterated power. Lost in the world he’s created, he feels you shudder beneath him while you desperately call out to him in your beautifully strained voice.
A smug smile hangs low from his lips. “That’s right. What’s my name?”
“Daddy?”
You sputter, coughing on your own loud laughter as your boyfriend stares back at you with an unamused face in part to your reaction. This was how you initially reacted to the request of his suggested name in bed, pale in comparison to the idea of a reaction Chan had in mind when he thought to bring it up to you. He could only huff in annoyance as you doubled over on your stomach in playground laughter.
“Come on. It’s not funny. Just say you’ll try it out with me.” He whines.
“You think begging is daddy behavior?” The teasing persists with tears in your eyes.
He sighs in relinquishment before pulling himself up from the bed, his bare torso feeling the draft of the conditioned air as his eyes glaze over in the direction of the shared bathroom. “Forget it.”
“Wait, Chan.” You stretch out your arm to claim his wrist in your grip. Your laughter falters seeing the genuine disappointment in his eyes, forcing you to render yourself to a calmer manner, aiming to uplift his spirits, “Come on. I’m just playing. Don’t be upset.”
He scoffs, “The love of my life is laughing at me, in my face, how am I supposed to take it?”
“I’m not laughing at you,” you pull him back onto the bed, “Just…daddy? Really?”
“Yes, really. It wouldn’t hurt to try once.” He says in an utterly soft tone, and you feel your hard shell melt all at once.
Chan is many things. A good friend, a doting boyfriend, and an amazing lover (at least from what you could tell since you only started to have sex recently). ‘Daddy‘ was…different from what you were used to, and frankly just seemed uncharacteristic for Chan.
“Aw, love,” you run your hand through his hair, those pretty eyes looking back at you in a brew of longing and lust, “You’re so sweet and sexy as is. It’s…overdone. Why would you want to be called something like that anyway?”
“I’m curious. I mean…your voice is so pretty I wanna hear how you say it.” He whispers, and that alone causes whatever is in your stomach to do flips.
You roll your eyes in defeat, a love-struck grin on your face, and tug his arm to have it buried between your exposed breasts, their warmth causing a flutter in Chan’s chest. You tuck your chin on his shoulder, looking at him wide-eye, batting your lashes at him in keen interest. “Well. If…daddy…could tell me what this entails, I may just be a bit more interested.”
He digs his teeth in his bottom lips, pleased, and takes a hand to the side of your jaw to trace over it. His soft baritone voice drops an octave and his eyes narrow at you, “It can be whatever my baby desires.”
Your eyes glint from the reflection of the sun peaking through the bedroom window and bouncing off the vanity mirror. The corner of your lips turns up in a small smile, “How would me calling you daddy make things anymore different from what we already have?”
His hand smooths over from your cheek to trail over your shoulder and settles on your hips beneath the sheets. He presses his smile against your forehead, ghosting over your skin to do the same to the tip of your nose, just as delicately, and finally tucking them in the pillowy texture of your lips. You purse your lips to deepen the kiss, but he kisses you just as swiftly as he pulls away. He watches you through his heavy eyelids, seeing how your lips twitch at the loss of his presence, silently laughing to himself.
“Cute.”
How quickly he takes you by surprise by slamming back in the sheets, your eyes shooting back open immediately, heart pounding out of your chest. His hips gradually dip into yours, the outline of his bulge imprinting into your thigh, and you feel one of his hands creep down to the thin fabric of your underwear. A corner of his lips perks up feeling your anticipation soak through and create a thin film between the pads of his fingers.
“Wet? So early? I hardly done anything.” He snickers.
You let out a small whine, hand cupped over his cheek, thumbing its texture, “Can’t help it…daddy.”
He rubs into the fabric, tracing along your slit repeatedly until both his middle and index were evenly coated, your hips shifting beneath him, helplessly under his control. He hears how your breathing got more irregular. A shift of focus is obvious within you and you could only do one thing at a time; breathe or enjoy the show. Lucky for you, he’d make it an easy choice.
“Well,” he draws his face close to hover over your ear, smiling wide as he says, “too bad you don’t get to cum.”
He pulls his hands away from your body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and retreating to the bathroom giggling. You sit up from the bed in disbelief, throwing the covers back on your body, “Chan! Really?”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have laughed.”
Chan would be proud to know that you were eating your words. He was all you could think about for the rest of the day. His eyes and their allure, then his arms and their strength. You craved his attention, crossing one leg over the other, suppressing your innermost desires of him feasting on you like thanksgiving dinner. The hours of the day would drone on, and you were counting the second of every minute until you’d finally be reunited back home after a long day’s work.
You needed it, especially from that morning, which would only replay countless times in your mind. Heat running to the apples of your cheeks remembering his musk, you felt a teenager again thinking about their crush as they passed the hallways. It seems as though he was no better as his hands were immediately on you the moment you greet him. Your hips parallel to one another, your wrists pinned above your head against a wall, and his heavy breath ghosting over your jaw. The scene brought a familiar shiver down your back, like a return of an old friend.
“Well, don’t you look pretty?”
The shape of his cock knocks at the surface of your core, gripping your wrists single-handedly, and drawing shapes on your skin with his lips, feeling you swallow from the base of your neck.
“Daddy, please…”
“What,” he taunts, tightening his grip, “what does my baby want?”
You gulp, “Fuck, daddy. I want you so much.”
You spoke from the pit of your stomach, clenching your abdomen as he presses up against you closer, already unbuttoning the top of your slacks.
“What a dirty mouth you have.”
He abrasively tugs them off you, hands slipping underneath your underwear and feel proof of your words. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”
The obscenities that’d leave your lips the moment you felt his middle finger dip inside your warmth made Chan prideful. His eyes bore into yours while his fingers worked inside you, slightly lifting you off the ground.
“God, I could fuck you here and you’d be happy about it, wouldn’t you?”
He pours every ounce into his hands, your body uncontrollably sliding erratically over the wall, “Mmh, daddy, yes.”
“Such a good slut. All for me.”
He fucks into faster, the spillage falling to even down his forearm, you achingly gorgeous sounds of pleasure playing surround sound in his ears. He muffles them against his lips, hiking up your legs to embrace him as you leverage against the wall behind you, thrusting his still-clothed lower body into you. God, he wants to fuck you like a used-up rag doll.
“Fuck, daddy…you fingers…”
He slowly their pace, pumping them at controlled force in every interval. His sweat-damp hair reached his eyes, meeting your dumb-fucked gaze, “Yeah, yeah, they good?”
You choke on a breath as you feel him thrust inside deeper, “F-fuck, yes…”
You vibrated around him and he knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He holds you to the wall with his upper body but soon bares his lower body. His length teases your slit before his fingers flick at your pussy so suddenly, causing you to wince with a soft moan to follow.
“You think you can take me up against this wall, like a good little slut? Hmm?” He slaps them again.
“Mm, daddy, please. I want it…I want your cock in me…”
A smug grin takes over before he watches it swallow inside you, pushing his filthy fingers in your mouth, defiling you in both his favorite ends. He drags his mouth over your nipples, hard to the touch, and readily available after your top was the first thing you undressed for him before he put you in such a situation. Squeezing them in a free hand, he mouths over it starved, flicking his tongue and sucking as if he was raging with thirst.
His hands were now knuckle-deep in your mouth, hips lacking in remorse, and your gasping for breath would otherwise be concerning, but in this case, indicated the ravenous sin that took over your body, coating your tongue with your taste. He takes out his hand to wrap them around your throat, watching the sanity leave your body as he fucks you until pure submission. You were more object than human at this point. Yet, you felt so alive.
Your body was not used to something like this. You felt flushed at the touch, ecstasy mainlining in your veins, screaming a name you wouldn’t even say in your dreams, now rolling off your tongue like water flowing through a river. “Daddy, daddy, daddy—”
“I’m right here baby…You’re taking me so fucking well,” he groans.
“Daddy, more, daddy…”
“More? More?” He teases.
“Please daddy.” You spoke from the depth of your throat, feeling him return with more speed, knocking your ass back into the wall.
A manic smile spreads across your face and you gasp out in excitement, clutching around him until you could feel your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Yes, fill me, daddy. I want my pussy full of your cum.”
“You know just what to ask for, hmm? You want daddy’s load inside you?”
“Yes, daddy’s cum, please…”
Chan was growing tired but not of you, never of you. “You think you’ve been good enough for me to deserve it?”
You nod rapidly, “I’ve been so, so, so, so good. I want it. I deserve it.”
“Okay, well you better hold on tight. I have no plans to give you mercy.”
He takes either one of your legs to his side and you oblige, holding on to him as he delivers his promise. Your head knocks back into the wall rhythmically with no delay. His lips plant against yours naturally, harshly claiming your kiss and chewing on your bottom lip to sustain his momentum. Your hands ran through his hair, over his back, clawing at his ass; your orgasm wasn’t far along your path.
Your hips jerk against him, clenching his full length in your walls, vibrating to the kiss, unknowingly dripping so far past his thigh until practically reached his knees. He follows soon after. Thick warmth paints your insides one coat, a second coat, and then a third, but does not stop the man from pushing it deeper back into you, spilling into the floor without a second thought.
He ruts into you until you’re spent, which seems like it’ll never be the case at that point, and even carries you to the bedroom to use you again and again. Chest to sheet, your head being held up by his hand on squeezing the base of your neck, and your ass in the air fitted against his cock and torso. You could practically hear the echo of skin slapping and human suction bouncing off your walls. His stamina felt endless and you loved every restless second. As did Chan, realizing your answer to his questions and demands was a joy like no other.
“Ask again. Do you find this to be daddy behavior?”
genre. mdni, crack! (except for yunho bc it's a forbidden love! trope and i take that seriously) fluff? a dash of angst if you squint. smut (for san bc he's an incubus! rawr)
warnings. MYTHICAL BEINGS INFO INACCURACIES (i'm sorry), grammatical errors SMUT! unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, the term 'good girl' lmao, yea i think that's it (it's my first time writing smut don't hv high hopes)
word count. almost 4k whoops i got carried away
note. idk what possessed me when i wrote yunho's part so apologies if it's too long and very much plot-y<3 ++ my brain's still muddled from a week of midterms and im still new to writing so pls lower ur expectations before pressing the keep reading button thanks xx (my asks are always open! ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated)
masterlist
hongjoong — demon
honestly the coolest demon ever
he'd be so nonchalant about his demon activities that it would unsettle you sometimes
"hey babe, just got home?"
"yeah, had an emergency meeting with the devil about potentially crashing heaven's weekly parties, no biggie. how was your day? :-D"
likes to grumble about how hell is so overpopulated that it feels hotter than it actually is
he's just a demon with a tough exterior but that all comes crashing down when he comes back home to your arms
would do ANYTHING to make you happy
one time you were both cuddling on the sofa just absentmindedly enjoying hongjoong's playlist played throughout the house when you suddenly asked,
"joong, aren't demons supposed to have horns?"
he looked at you and thought for a second, "hm, i'm pretty sure only the devil has horns. i guess that's another myth debunked"
you returned his gaze with mock disapointment, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. "that's a shame. i think it's really hot."
the next day he shows up with a red devil horn headband on his head
...
"joong, what is this--," you let out a laugh when he turns to face you with a serious look on his face
the blush on the apples of his cheeks redden when you continue to laugh with the brightest grin that crinkles your eyes
he doesn't mind that he's making a fool out of himself as long as he gets to see you like this
"they were 50% off in the costume shop!"
he feels a smile creep into his face when you laugh a little bit harder
seonghwa — vampire
you first met seonghwa at a random halloween party
he was surprise surprise !! dressed as a vampire, and you were dressed as kim possible (call me beep me if you wanna reach me)
he just suddenly went up to you and complimented your outfit
so you were like, "thanks!! :-D i like your fangs, they look so real!"
and he just went, "hey thanks! they are real :-D"
"what :-D"
anyways!!! you started dating not too long after that <3
he'd just be one of the most dramatic vampires out there
he's the type to dramatically hiss and cover his face when you draw open the curtains in the morning
"gAaAaaGHh the sun!!!!! i'm burning!!!!!!!!"
and you'd just stand there like ...... "seonghwa you have a morning class today"
(yes, vampire! seonghwa goes to uni)
"can you believe this place doesn't have any vampire-friendly mirrors?? it's 2022!!! D-:<"
:-|
lives and breathes the twilight saga
one time you were walking home together and you noticed his skin sparkling
and no it's not the sun shining on him or the natural glow you'd get from sweat or oily skin because his skin was particularly BLINDING
he was excitedly talking about how his favorite professor complimented him on his recent project when you interrupted him, "hwa, wait a minute--"
three of your fingers swipe at his nape and actual arts & craft glitter came off his skin
"hwa, did you actually try to edward cullen-ficate yourself???"
pink dusted his cheeks and he could only abashedly scoff while trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you
"psssshhh, what?! noooo,,, aha... what kinda weirdo would do that ahaha, whaaat? that's so weird.."
and then he used his super speed to run back to your shared appartment leaving you to walk back home ALONE >:-(
but besides that, he's super sweet
would let you leave fingerprint stains on his glass cabinets that encase his virginity corner star wars lego collection
HE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH OKAY
yunho — angel
he doesn't have a visible halo over his head but everyone just knows that he's an angel
sweetest, purest dude out there
but yunho kinda feels... trapped
his angel wings became this constant admonition that he has to be selfless and to always do "good"
i'd just imagine everyone telling yunho to stay away from you (a fellow angel) because you're labelled as this reckless troublemaker
but he just can't help being interested in you
so he made effort to know you and keep you close and in turn, you taught him that he doesn't have to live in fear of stepping out of the line sometimes
that it's okay to put yourself first
you both would sneak away to earth and pose as humans to have fun and abandon your duties for a while
he finds himself cherishing each and every moment he spent with you; exploring things the other angels would frown upon, but it didn't matter
so it didn't surprise him when he realized that he's utterly in love with you
his angel wings fluttered sporadically when you softly mutter your love to him in reciprocation with the beautiful smile he's known to love
when you made love for the first time, it was filled with shy giggles and soft reassurances because you're each other's firsts
you neither yunho cared about the other angels avoiding you and talking shit about you two. you're both happy and in love!!
but of course, heaven has its rules
and fate hits you with the truth, that you both can't be together, when you're held back from running to your lover that has both fear and tears in his eyes as black ink slowly engulf his once pure angel wings
a fallen angel, that's what they call you both. angels banished from heaven with your memories wiped and your wings rendered useless as compensation for falling in love
"i'll find you," he said. his voice remained sure yet frail in the midst of your own sobs and the chaos surrounding you both, but you heard him loud and clear. his watering eyes take in your trembling state and it breaks his heart to see you cry and try to fight against the restraints keeping you away from him because he knows that guilt is eating you alive
he knows that you blame yourself for letting him in, for falling in love with him, and for bringing this inevitable consequence upon him
but he knows that he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even if it leads to this very same ending
yeosang — fae
a tsundere! fae omg i have the vision i see it
he acts cold and indifferent towards you but all you wanna do is grab his attention!!!!!
as humans and faes don't really get along, your group of friends are different and they kinda disagree with you both interacting
but you don't really care because you mayhaps have a crush on him :3
he's really good with magic
you'd ooh and ahh whenever he does something with his magic and his cheeks would go red while he brushes it off with, "it's nothing" (and you're like no!! it's cool!!! and he would blush harder)
he knows you have a crush on him because a) it's obvious, and b) you've confessed to him multiple times (his replies always start with a "sorry, but.." and you would always reply with "it's okay, i just want to tell you. i'm not asking you to return your feelings:-)"
but lately you're kind of tired with the unreciprocated feelings you have for yeosang because.. well, you just feel pathetic
so one day you made it your mission to stop having feelings for him!!!!!!
yeosang noticed because you would avoid him like the plague
he was walking down the hallway when he saw you and was about to greet you when he saw you run to hide behind a trash can that doesn't even cover your entire figure
he was just like .... ok see you later i guess?
and this continued on for weeks! to the point where he feels down because he doesn't have his favorite human around and maybe because he has a crush on you too
so he dragged his ass to the nearest supermarket for humans and ignored all the weirded stares he got from other shoppers and bought all of your favorite snacks and drinks that are listed at the top of his head
he placed them all nicely in this cute paper bag and left it at the desk you always sit in for one of your shared classes
the happy grin on your face when you peeked at its contents lifted his mood even though you wouldn't know it's from him because he purposely left the sender anonymous in the small note for you
but you immediately know that it's him because you've listed these specific snacks only to him, plus the sweet wording of the note just gave him away (you knew it that he's actually sweet inside, you knew it!!)
anyways,, the reason why yeosang is so hesitant to make a move on you is because relationships between humans and faes are disapproved of:-( he doesn't want you hurt just because you're seen with him
but one day he saw you being circled by a bunch of faes and there's this look on your face that screams 'help!'
he felt his legs move to push his way to get to you before he fully registered on what's going on
one of the faes reached out to shove off yeosang when he put himself in between you and them to protect you. "man, why the fuck are you defending a human?"
"she's my girlfriend."
so yeah all fucks flew out the window that day and you both decided to start dating:-D
he's still into the tsundere act but you like to tease him because this man gets flustered over the tiniest things lmao
you'd like bicker lazily over something and you'd go, "mhm, but you love me don't you?"
and his ears, cheeks, and neck would get so red as if he's got the worst case of asian flush lmao and he'd look around the whole room just to avoid your gaze
"shut up" *still blushing*
san — incubus
you accidentally summoned him when you were trying to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for a 4.0 gpa
he just suddenly appeared on top of your coffee table lying down on his side with his elbow propping up his head
and you just kinda went, "ok great, how do we do this thing? do i have to sign papers or smth???"
he just looks at you all confused like ??? we don't need any of those, we can just fuck
and you're like WHAT! >:-o and he's like ... what do you expect from summoning an incubus? :-|
"A WHAT???"
anyways, the misunderstanding was set straight and san sheepishly asked if he could stay over for just 1 night because he can't go back to hell just yet
(he can actually go back to hell just fine but he just can't bring himself to face incubi! ateez's teasings for being rejected for the first time ever)
and you thought hm why not
he somehow stayed over for more than just that one night and then you guys fell in love!!!
it all started after the first night when you cooked pancakes for breakfast
san groggily woke up from the couch when he smells the strangely appetizing scent of whatever you're making
"oh great, you're awake! good morning!" you greet, while the raven haired boy dazedly blinks at your sight bustling in the kitchen before letting out a raspy 'morning' in return
you hear his feet clad in the thick fuzzy socks you lent him pitter patter against the hardwood floors as he made his way towards you with a yawn, "what are you doing?"
"i'm making us breakfast :-)"
demons don't eat actual food but san would hate to see your smile falter even the tiniest bit at his rejection of this unfamiliar food that you call 'pancakes'
his plate of pancake is cutely decorated with fresh berries and a smiley face drawn with maple syrup on top of the first layer of pancake
(he can't help but smile when you impatiently gesture at him to take a bite while your own plate of pancakes sit in front of you, forgotten)
you show him how to use his cutleries properly and he finally eats a bite of the pancake
"is it good?" you ask nervously, wide eyes waiting to catch his reaction
his eyebrows furrow as he shut his eyes at the pleasant sweetness overcoming his taste buds, "oh my god, i could eat this every day. are you a professional chef or something?"
your eyes sparkle as you grow flustered over his compliment, replying with a timid 'no' and san thinks you just might be sweeter than the maple syrup coating his tongue
he's the sweetest bf ever; would exaggerate his reactions at anything you do because it would elicit a cute giggle that would bring a smile to his face
but yknow
don't forget that he's an incubus
"You're doing so good for me."
San likes it when you're laid out all bare underneath him, hair fanned out prettily on the bed, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes threatening to flutter shut.
"Baby," he taps lightly against your cheek, momentarily distracting you away from the heavenly feeling of him dragging against every inch of your walls as he continues to snap his hips to meet yours. "Hey, eyes on me."
A whine spills out of your lips as you try and fail to force your eyes open, back arching and eyes rolling back instead, earning a tsk from San as he continues to bury his cock deeper by forcing your aching thighs apart and against your chest.
His thumb caresses your swollen clit lightly, your eyes immediately widening as you gasp at the overstimulation from the previous orgasms he's taken just from eating you out. Your body trembles as you wail underneath him, reaching out to grip his arm that prevents your thighs from closing shut. San groans when he feels your pussy clench tightly around him.
"There you are," he lazily smirks, cupping your cheek and giving you a peck on the lips when he finds that your dazed gaze is on him. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."
"So wet, so tight, so pretty for me," his measured thrusts turns harsh as he fucks up into your dripping cunt with your moans and bouncing tits egging him on.
"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you cry out as San fondles your clit, reveling in the tight grip of your pussy and the dirty words that come out of your sweet mouth as you gush uncontrollably around his cock.
San groans loudly as his hips sloppily thrusts a few more times before he fills you up with his second load of the day, twitching and spurting his thick warm cum inside you as he holds you while he comes down from his high.
He slips his softening cock out of your battered pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs as you whine at the loss.
"God," San moans as he drags two of his fingers over your weeping cunt, his other hand softly pressing against your lower belly. He slides his fingers over your dripping slit, gathering his cum leaking from your hole to your clit, rubbing and pinching.
With a cry, your thighs shake as tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of another orgasm that washes over you, swollen cunt clenching around nothing that has his cum oozing out of you. You whimper at the overstimulation, batting away his hand that continues to brush over your inner thigh.
San pulls you into a tender kiss as he gently caress your cheek and finally leans back to catch his breath. His eyes glaze over your fucked out state and he smiles at the fond look you give him.
"Such a good girl," he softly praises, carefully cleaning you up with the warm cloth he took from the bathroom. You hum in reply, shutting your eyes with a content smile at your lips. You can't see him, but he grins anyways.
"I'm a lucky man."
mingi — werewolf
i kid you not, this mf would deadass unashamedly howl in public at random
"it's who i am, yn."
are you embarrassed? yes.
will you ever let him know that you feel absolutely mortified whenever strangers stare at you after your boyfriend basically barked?
never.
he might be a big ! absolutely not bad ! werewolf but he's actually so soft >:-( especially for you
gives the best hugs
he's just so big and warm which is why you always look for him to cuddle
gives the funniest reactions like fr,, which is why you LOVE to tease him
"mingi," "mhm?" "...you know that i'm always here for you right? i.. i won't judge if you,,, idk, want to keep your ears and tail in your human form--" "yn, for the last time, I'M NOT A FURRY"
omg you showed him the werewolf ripping shirt meme and he went error 404 because he doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry ("YN IS THIS HOW HUMANS SEE WEREWOLVES???? SOB")
would embody jacob's iconic lines from twilight
"bella ¬‿¬ where the hell have you been loca? ¬‿¬"
"..."
but yeah he's such a playful boyfriend but also has his sensitive moments
and he's such a sappy romantic
would randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers for you
"what's this for? i'm pretty sure our anniversary was two months ago"
"just passed by a florist and i thought of you :-)"
"also, our anniversary was three months ago, OH MY GOD YN HOW COULD YOU FORGET" "I'M SORRY, IT WAS JUST A MISCALCULATION!!!"
yeah don't mess with the math genius! werewolf because he will correct you in any chance he gets
(i'm so sorry idk anything about werewolves so i can't really take this seriously T_T)
wooyoung — mermaid
found out he can grow legs whenever his tail dries and that's how he ventured to land!
he's always been interested with humans so when he saw you hanging around in the beach one day, it was love at first sight
he gets so excited over every human activity, it's endearing
"woah, what is that?? :o" "oh, that's a guy riding a bike" "what's a bike?"
endless questions about anything human related but you patiently answer each and every one of them
you're basically his tour guide
you introduced him to movies and his favorite is the little mermaid
he's so serious about it
like literally you have to remind him to blink because he would not let his gaze stray from your tv
"ariel is so me. minus the overprotective dad. and the 6 sisters. and ursula. and probably the talking fish and crab"
"how can the evil sea witch be so EVIL? THIS IS CRUEL"
"hey i want a pet dog like max! :0"
"ERIC JUST KISS THE FUCKING GIRL--"
would 100% reenact the fork hair brushing scene
would also 100% tell secrets about the ocean to you
"yeah the bermuda triangle thing? it's a lair to this one mean kraken"
but sometimes he would say the most untrue stuff ever like
"aquaman is real." "no he's not, woo. he's a dc superhero" "no, really, he's real. we've raced against each other once or twice" "mhm, whatever you say"
loves to watch the sunset in the beach with you with his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, and his toes curled in the sand
he likes it. a lot.
but he has to make sure that he doesn't touch wet sand because poof his tail would pop out
likes to chill in your bathub with the end of his tail flapping water at you
also likes to swim with you in the ocean late at night, when no one's around, with his arms wrapped around your waist and sneaking in atleast a hundred kisses while you giggle because the scales of his tail tickles your legs
the cutest mermaid! boyfriend ever
jongho — demigod
would bet my left kidney that he'd be the son of apollo or athena
but let's go with apollo because his vocals man goddamn
anyways
you're the child of nike, the goddess of victory
jongho sees you around a lot in camp half-blood, you're well known because of your bright and outgoing personality that almost everyone gravitate towards
your peers, jongho included, also admire you for your bravery in battles. although he's never been in one let alone see you fight in an actual life-or-death situation, he sees enough from how you always gracefully win capture the flag with a infectious grin on your face
unlike you, he likes to keep to himself at most times, preferring to spend his time alone to write music or poetry
which is why it's hard for him to muster up the courage to try and be your friend
he didn't dwell on it for too long, accepting that maybe he's just meant to stand at the sides and admire from afar when it comes to you
one night, he was in his usual secret spot; a small clearing near the lake with a hammock tied between two towering trees hidden from sight, when you stumbled into his view with tear stained cheeks
"oh, uh, i'm sorry," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the paws of your sweater. "i didn't think anyone would be here. i'll go--"
"you can stay. i don't mind."
and that's how you go on to tell him about how battles leave a toll on you and this is your way of taking a break once in a while
he listened to you attentively, actually paying attention to what you have to say and even wiped your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie
that night was then filled with genuine laughter as jongho tried his hardest to cheer you up
"but in all seriousness, i'm here for you. whenever you need me."
it started a whole routine of you both meeting up every single night in that spot to either talk about everything all at once or to just enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence
he eventually shares his writings with you and you kinda went, "dang i'm in love with you"
and he's like ★_★ omfg no way
he's the type of bf who doesn't outwardly show his affection for you but makes up for it by caring about you down to the most trivial miniscule detail about you
definitely an act of service guy
would stop by the training grounds where you are when it's raining with an umbrella at hand
"come here, you'll get sick" "i'm the child of the goddess of victory, jongho" "doesn't mean you can't get sick!!!! ＼(º □ º l|l)/"
you ask him to sing for you all the time because his voice is soothing and he would blush whenever you compliment him hehe
the other kids at camp would stare enviously at you two holding hands while skipping to your designated spot because wow you two are so in love and everyone wants that kind of relationship
daisy’s notes: mingyus made me smiley. also vernon giggles… heals my heart <3 that one clip of wonwoo going “exactly.” and vernon giggling??? i love him.
choi seungcheol
seungcheol had called you so that everyone could say hi. that was all he meant to do: the guys hadn’t heard from you in a hot second, so he thought that he could call you and ask if the two of you were still having dinner that night at your place, and maybe then let everyone say a quick hello since it’d been a few weeks. he immediately put you on speaker as the phone was ringing, just waiting with baited breath for you to pick up.
and then you did, and you hit him with the “hey honey!” that immediately sent him reeling. the two of you had talked about pet names recently, but you had your reservations about using them immediately…
