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birthday gift..

pairing: seungcheol x reader

summary: he had no idea what to get you but when you spoke those two words, that just echoed around in his head, he knew exactly how to deliver you the best birthday gift.

request: I’ve had this idea for so long now. I’ve had Keonhee from Oneus or Seungcheol from Seventeen in my mind with this one. So it starts off as friends and its y/n birthday soon and they are on the phone with said man and he asks what they want for their birthday and they say “you” thinking he didn’t hear (he did) and then at the party he shows up with a bow on his head and he’s the gift for y/n. Just pure fluff. If not those two then you can choose someone 🥹 just thought it was a cute idea

mina’s notes: kicked my feet at this adorable ask from @bunnyjaycheoluwu. please enjoy my lovely ♡

cherrycheolgunil

THIS HAS ME KICKING MY FEET AND SQUEALING THIS IS PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCHDIHIDHIRHIDHIDHID I LOVE IT 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

prettycriminologist

Can I request Sieun dating hcs, maybe with someone who’s opposite to him, in there they’re pretty bubbly and loud, but can be shy around people they don’t know too well?

YEON SI-EUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND.

WEAK HERO CLASS HEADCANONS

suhoholic

when the whc boys wake up to an empty bed after your first time together ...

summary: how the boys react when they wake up to find you missing the morning after you both get intimate for the first time together. ( text messages / smau )

there’s ONE spelling mistake in gotak’s but fixing it would mean i have to redo all the messages again & i’m too lazy :(( so pls ignore it !

luvxkdrama

— unspoken

pairing : yeon sieun x reader

warnings : none, pure fluff

word count : 1.4k

summary : even though Sieun wasn’t the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways. And you cherished these moments more than anything.

a/n : i just finished watching whc2 and i’m so happy with the ending. I loved this kdrama so much.

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Sieun’s house was always a little too quiet, but you never minded. It made moments like this feel more intimate. The low hum of his desk lamp he specially moved to the living room, the occasional rustle of pages, the soft clicking of pens—it was a quiet kind of closeness you grew to love. And truthfully, you’d grown used to this silence ever since the two of you started seeing each other.

Today wasn’t any different. You sat cross-legged on the floor across Sieun who was flipping through a practice exam booklet with furrowed brows, highlighter in hand, fully immersed in the quiet rhythm of studying. His brows always furrowed when he studied, and something about that little detail made you want to stare longer than you should.

You had your books open too, a pencil twirling between your fingers, but most of your focus was on him. You weren’t even pretending to study at this point—just watching how his eyes moved, how his lips pressed together in concentration and how his hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.

“Is something wrong with the exercise?” he asked suddenly, catching your gaze without even looking up from the page.

You blinked, caught, but you nodded anyway. “Mhm.” you replied, nodding even though you hadn’t read a single question. “Totally confusing.”

He closed his book gently and moved beside you, taking your textbook without waiting for permission. You scooted a little closer, heart racing more from his closeness than from any actual academic confusion. You leaned in, resting your chin on your palm and you lips tugging into a small smile.

“What part?” he asked, eyes scanning the question.

“All of it.” You answered.

He started explaining, quietly, patiently. His voice was smooth, his finger moving across the page as he broke down each step. But you didn’t catch a word—your focus stayed fixed on him, not even glancing at the formulas.

“You’re not listening,” he said flatly after a few seconds, eyes flicking to meet yours.

“I am,” you lied, grinning.

He narrowed his eyes just a bit, not annoyed, but definitely unamused. “Then tell me what I just said.”

“…Something about the square root of something?” you blurted out, leaning slightly closer with a dramatic sigh.

Sieun exhaled, almost a laugh, but not quite. More like a breath caught between amusement and surrender. He didn’t respond. Just shook his head softly and went back to explaining.

Your story hadn’t exactly started with a confession. There were no butterflies-in-your-stomach speeches or dramatic realizations. It just… happened.

You weren’t even sure when it shifted from one-sided pestering to a relationship. Maybe it was all those late library study sessions, or the times you shared your snacks during break, or how you always waved at him even when he never waved back—at first.

The truth was, you’d kind of forced yourself into his quiet little world. Bit by bit, like sunlight creeping in through half-closed blinds. You didn’t knock, you just sort of let yourself in—loud, bright, and annoyingly persistent.

He resisted, of course. Gave you those flat stares, dry responses, and more than once told you to stop talking so much. But then came the little moments—how he started waiting for you outside class, the way he sat just a bit closer at lunch, how he texted you first just once and never really stopped.

So when he kissed you for the first time, it didn’t feel like a surprise. It felt like something that had been waiting to happen all along. Quiet, slow, and certain.

Sieun had long returned to his side of the table, diving back into his book with the same silent intensity he always carried. His eyes flicked across the lines, and the only sound in the room was the soft scratching of his pen as he scribbled notes.

You, on the other hand, lasted a solid thirty minutes before your patience cracked.

With a loud sigh, you dropped your pen and slid down until your back hit the floor. You sprawled out like a starfish, letting your arm flop to the side as you stared up at the ceiling.

Sieun glanced over, pen paused mid-word, looking completely dumbfounded. He didn’t say anything at first, just raised a brow and blinked slowly like he was trying to process whether you had actually just given up and collapsed on his floor.

“…What are you doing?” he finally asked, voice flat but clearly confused.

“I’m tired of studying,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes. “I didn’t come here to write equations till my brain melts.”

“Then why did you come?”

You peeked at him from under your arm, a small smirk curling on your lips. “To spend time with you.”

Sieun blinked again, this time his gaze lingering on you a little longer before looking away. You thought maybe he was going to ignore it like he always did, brush past your teasing, but his hand paused on the corner of his page, like something in your words stuck.

“You could've just said that,” he muttered, eyes back on his book—but you saw the way his ears tinted just slightly pink.

You grinned, crossing your arms over the table now from your seated spot on the floor. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“You’re annoying.”

“But you still love me” you teased.

He looked at you then—deadpan as always. “Delusional.”

You just laughed. It was so easy being around him, even with his wall up. Maybe especially because of it. Each word he gave you felt earned. Each look, every small shift in expression—it all meant something.

“So what exactly does that mean? How do you want to spend time with me?” He blinked, leaning his back slightly against the couch.

You looked at him for a second, then without a word, stood up and moved around the table. He followed your movement with his eyes, and before he could say anything else, you plopped down beside him. Close—closer than usual.

Then, gently, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out the smallest content sigh. Both of your arms wrapped around his, holding it close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Like this,” you murmured. “This is enough.”

There was a beat of silence. The kind that hung heavy, not uncomfortable, but full of something else. Sieun didn’t move, didn’t say anything right away. You could hear the soft click of the clock on the wall, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

And then—you felt it.

A quiet shift.

His shoulder barely moved, but you felt it. A small pull at the corner of his lips.

You turned slightly to look up at him.

“Are you… smiling?”

Sieun exhaled through his nose, subtle but unmistakable.

“You’re imagining things,” he said.

But the faint curve on his lips betrayed him.

You grinned and tightened your grip on his arm just a little. “You so are.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, eyes flicking away, his smile not leaving his lips.

You stayed like that for a while—curled up beside him, your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his. At first, it was quiet—comfortable, easy. But it didn’t take long before you started talking. Random stories, the kind that didn’t need a point.

Sieun wasn’t the most talkative, and you still carried most of the conversation, but he listened—really listened—and when he spoke, it was warm, thoughtful, a little dry but always sincere. He’d answer with a soft laugh, or a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Sometimes he’d shake his head at your teasing remarks, and other times, he’d quietly add his own take, making you laugh.

It was one of those moments where time didn’t feel real. Just the two of you, tucked into the corner of his quiet world, talking about nothing and everything.

Even though Sieun wasn’t the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways.

And you cherished these moments more than anything.

fufucuddlyp0ops

The kind of energy I bring to parties and social gatherings

| Weak Hero, Class 1, Episode 5 |

diamondheartyux

Kisses Make Everything Better

Seungcheol x xreader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 675

Warnings: I hope you have a good dentist because it's just stupid, sticky teeth rotting sweet in here.

nonranghaes

even if he's distracting you from what you're doing... you don't mind when seungcheol takes one of your hands between his own in an attempt to warm it back up. he kisses your fingertips, and blows warm air in this little space between his hands and yours, peering over at your laptop screen while your game is paused for the moment. it's sweet. he's sweet. his lips press against your temple for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as the two of you just enjoy this moment together. you just lean against him, content.

today has been rough to the point where you nearly cried out of frustration earlier. but it's easier now, with seungcheol by your side, to forget about all of it. maybe you'll set the game aside for a bit and cuddle with him, your own personal space heater (as he once called himself upon learning just how often you get cold). for now, you'll just listen to him mutter about finding you something warm to drink or snack on to see if maybe that will help you more as he goes to search.

you just look forward to him returning to you, so that you can drape your legs over his lap and listen to him recount an old college story, or how his weekend with his friends went, or even what he ate for breakfast since he ended up grabbing something on the way to work today. it doesn't matter what he talks about: you think he could read off a grocery list and you'd be enraptured with the sound of your lover. he's your favorite distraction (and your his as well).

anxietyproblem

hum4n-e4ter

pov yeosang is your boyfriend and this is your camera roll

seonghwa hongjoong yunho yeosang san mingi wooyoung jongho

hum4n-e4ter

pov jonghos your boyfriend and this is your camera roll

seonghwa hongjoong yunho yeosang san mingi wooyoung jongho

jonghonippleattack

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 !!😌

alliebyyyyy

Random text messages between you and Jongho!

note: hello beautiful people! This took longer than expected because uni has been punishing me and i couldn't manage to find some free time PLUS it took me so long to realize that tumblr got banned in my country!!!!(I honestly didn't notice, i just thought the app was really slow when it was loading LOL). so, here is another random ateex texts!!! Please enjoy!!

03jyh23

“Personal Blanket” ── c.j.h

── established relationship, idol!jongho x reader

You show up on Jongho’s dorm couch without warning because you have run out of places to be “fine.”

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff WC: 2.7k

Mon’s Note: to all my Jongho girlies who’ve been left starving for soft boyfriend Jongho—this one’s for you.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Jongho showed up with no warning and all certainty, like the universe had finally decided you’d been through enough.

You were curled up on his dorm couch—unannounced, shoes tucked by the door like you belonged there—half wrapped in a blanket burrito with your phone balanced on your stomach. The living room was dim and quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy.

The lock clicked.

A beat of silence. Then the door opened, and Jongho stepped in smelling like cold air and practice—sweat still clinging to him anyway. His bag thumped softly to the floor. He took one step into the living space and stopped the moment he saw you on the couch, like the whole room had rearranged itself around that fact.

For a second, he just looked.

Then his shoulders dropped, his expression going startled-soft.

“Honey?”

You just hummed in response, not moving yet.

Jongho paused in the doorway with that look. The one that said I am going to fix this, but politely.

He stepped closer, and crouched beside the couch. His hand hovered over your forehead for one second like he was taking your temperature without touching you. Then his palm landed gently on top of your head.

Warm.

Steady.

“Are you alright?”

The question was quiet enough to be safe. Like if he said it softly, it wouldn’t scare you off.

You nodded because it was easier than explaining the way your chest felt too tight for your ribs, the way your thoughts kept slipping sideways like wet soap. Your throat worked around nothing.

Jongho stayed crouched beside you, palm still resting on your head, thumb making the smallest circle through your hair. His eyes tracked your face with that slow patience he saved for you.

“Hey.” His voice was gentler now, almost careful. “You should’ve told me you were here.”

You stared at the ceiling. The dim light made the corners of the room blur. If you looked at him, you were going to crack.

He exhaled, and the sound carried more guilt than it should’ve.

“I would’ve tried to wrap up practice sooner,” he said, like it was his fault you’d run out of places to go.

You swallowed. Your mouth tasted like metal.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” The words came out thin. Wrong.

Jongho’s eyebrows pulled together. “You’re not a bother.”

Silence stretched. You could feel the lie you’d been living in your teeth, in the way your smile had been held together with sheer will. It was getting harder to keep it on. Every second he looked at you like this made it impossible.

Jongho waited through the quiet like he knew it was something you had to climb through on your own.

When you didn’t say anything, he shifted closer, his knee bumping the couch, and lowered his voice again.

“Talk to me.”

You tried.

Your lips parted and nothing came out. Your eyes stung. You blinked fast, furious at yourself for it.

Jongho’s hand slid from the top of your head to your cheek, warm against the cold there. He tilted your face just enough that you couldn’t hide in the ceiling anymore.

“There you are,” he murmured, like he’d finally found you.

That was the thing.

You’d been hiding for so long you didn’t even know how to be seen without shaking.

Your breath hitched. Once. Twice.

“I’m tired,” you said, and it was the most honest thing you’d said in weeks.

Jongho’s eyes softened in a way that hurt.

“Tired how?”

Your chest tightened. The answer pressed against your throat, too big, too sharp. You looked down at your hands tangled in the blanket. Your fingers were white at the knuckles.

“I don’t…” Your voice broke. You swallowed it back down. “I don’t know how to keep pretending.”

The room went still.

Jongho didn’t flinch.

He just nodded once, slow.

“Okay,” he said. “Then don’t.”

You laughed, small and wet, because it sounded impossible.

He leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching yours.

“You don’t have to do that here,” he told you. “Not with me.”

And something in your chest—some last stubborn thread—snapped.

You covered your face with your hands and the sound you made was ugly, too loud for the quiet room. You tried to swallow it down, tried to apologise, but Jongho’s arms were already around you, pulling you forward like he’d been waiting for the moment you stopped holding yourself together.

“It’s okay,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

His words were steady even when you weren’t.

He held you like it was simple.

“I’m sorry,” you started, because apologising was what you were used to. Because if you said it first, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when he realised you were too much.

Jongho pulled back just enough to look at you.

Before the next sorry could spill out, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Soft.

Unhurried.

Like he was sealing the apology shut.

Your breath hitched again.

“Hey.” His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping at the wetness you hadn’t even felt fall. “Look at me.”

You tried to turn away on instinct, but his hand cupped your jaw, gentle and firm, guiding you back. Not trapping. Just… there.

You met his eyes, and it made everything worse in the best way.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, voice low, like a promise. Like he wasn’t asking to fix you, just asking how to stay.

Your mouth opened. Nothing.

Need was a language you’d forgotten.

You swallowed, eyes burning.

“I—” Your voice trembled. You hated it. “I don’t know.”

Jongho nodded like that was an answer. Like it counted.

“Then we’ll start small,” he murmured.

You stared at the front of his hoodie, at the way his chest rose and fell so steadily it felt unfair.

The words came out before you could talk yourself out of them.

“Can you…” You licked your lips. “Can you hold me?”

For a second, his face softened so much you thought you might break all over again.

“Yeah,” he said immediately. No hesitation. No questions. “Come here.”

He shifted onto the couch, tugging the blanket open with one hand and pulling you into the space against him with the other. Your cheek pressed to his shoulder, your arms folding around his waist like you were afraid he’d vanish.

Jongho wrapped both arms around you, solid and warm, and held you like he’d been built for it.

His lips brushed your temple.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

You tried to breathe. You tried to let the steady weight of him rewrite your heartbeat.

The hallway outside the dorm living room creaked—pipes settling, or a door down the hall, or maybe just your nerves turning every sound into a warning.

Jongho’s gaze flicked toward the entrance, and you felt his body go alert without letting go of you.

“Wooyoung will be back any second,” he murmured, like he didn’t want the name to startle you. You stiffened at the idea of anyone seeing you like this—snotty and shaking.

Jongho tightened his arms a fraction. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Then, like it was the easiest decision in the world, he slid one arm behind your back and the other under your knees.

You made a small sound of protest, more embarrassment than refusal.

“Jongho—”

“Shh,” he said, and kissed your forehead again, quick and soft. “Let me.”

The blanket fell away as he lifted you. The room shifted, the couch leaving your spine, the air colder on your legs. You instinctively clung to his shoulders.

He carried you down the short hallway with quiet steps, like he’d done it a hundred times in another life. Like you weighed nothing.

His room door was half closed. He nudged it open with his foot and slipped inside. The lights were off except for the small lamp on his desk, casting everything in honey-soft shadows.

He set you down on his bed carefully, like you were fragile glass instead of a person who’d been trying so hard to stay unbreakable.

The mattress dipped under you. The sheets were warm.

Jongho climbed in beside you without asking, like he’d already decided you weren’t going to be alone. He pulled the comforter up and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tucking you in against his chest.

“Better?” he asked, voice barely there.

You nodded into his shirt.

“Tell me if you want me to go,” he added, steady and serious.

You shook your head.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Then I’m staying.”

His hand smoothed over your hair, slow and repetitive, like he was petting a stray cat into trusting him. Each pass caught a few damp strands and tucked them away from your face.

The comforter was warm from his body, and his hoodie still held that faint practice smell. It wrapped around you in layers, like your senses could finally land on something real instead of free-falling.

Jongho shifted until you were properly tucked into the curve of him.

Not hovering. Not tentative.

Just there.

His arm tightened, the weight of it firm across your shoulders and upper back, and the pressure made your bones feel like they remembered how to exist.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “Personal weighted blanket mode: activated.”

A tiny sound escaped you—half laugh, half breath.

He hummed like he’d won. “Good. I’m very expensive, so you’re lucky you caught me in a charitable mood.”

You sniffed, embarrassed.

“Mm.” His hand paused at the back of your head, thumb pressing a gentle circle there. “No refunds either. Once you request the blanket, you’re stuck with it.”

Your shoulders trembled again, but this time it wasn’t from panic. It was from something lighter trying to exist in the same space.

Jongho felt it anyway.

“That’s it,” he said softly, like praise. “Let it out. Then let it go.”

He adjusted the pillow with his free hand, nudging it under your neck so you didn’t have to. Then he settled again, broad and solid beside you. His fingers traced slow lines along your arm through your sleeve—warm skin, warm fabric—until the buzzing under your skin started to quiet.

“Too much?” he asked.

You shook your head, the smallest movement.

“Too little?”

You hesitated, then tucked closer.

Jongho’s breath warmed the top of your head. “Copy that.”

He pulled you in with a gentle squeeze that made you feel safely pinned to the present.

Outside his room, the dorm was alive in tiny ways—muffled footsteps in the hall, someone’s laughter two doors down—but in here, it was just you, the dim desk lamp and Jongho’s arms.

He kissed your hair once, “You’re doing good,” he whispered. “You’re here. I’m here.”

And when your breathing finally evened out, he sighed into you, pleased and sleepy.

“See?” he murmured. “Told you I’m useful.”

You let out a shaky breath that almost counted as a laugh.

“Arrogant,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

“Accurate,” he corrected, and you could hear the smile in it.

He stayed quiet after that, giving you space to exist. His hand kept moving, slowly, the kind of touch that didn’t demand anything back.

Your eyes burned in that tired way that meant sleep was hovering close, but your body still didn’t trust it.

Jongho seemed to feel the tension anyway.

“Hey,” he said softly. “We don’t have to solve anything tonight. We just have to get you through the next hour. Then the next one.”

You swallowed. “What if I can’t?”

“Then I’ll do it with you,” he said, like it was obvious. Like it wasn’t heroic, just practical.

The simple certainty of it made your chest ache.

You shifted, trying to wipe your face on his sleeve without making it obvious.

He clicked his tongue. “Hold on.”

He reached over to the nightstand and came back with a tissue from a crumpled packet, offering it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You took it, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologise,” he said immediately, like he’d heard the thought forming. “If you say sorry again, I’m adding a late fee to the weighted blanket service.”

You made a sound that was definitely a laugh this time, small but real.

“There it is,” Jongho murmured, pleased.

You turned your face slightly, just enough to look at him.

His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but his focus didn’t waver. Like all his tired belonged to him, and all his attention belonged to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Jongho’s expression softened. “For what?”

“For… not being mad. For not making me explain everything.”

He brushed his knuckles along your cheek. “I’m not mad.”

Then, quieter: “I’m just sorry you felt like you had to carry it alone.”

Something in your throat tightened again, but it didn’t tip into panic this time. It just… hurt in a way that felt survivable.

You closed your eyes.

Jongho adjusted you like he was arranging something precious—tucked your shoulder in, pulled the comforter higher, nudged your forehead to the warmest part of his chest.

“If you wake up and it’s bad again,” he murmured, “you nudge me. Even if it’s three a.m. Even if you think you’re annoying. You nudge me.”

You nodded, already drifting.

“And tomorrow,” he added, voice turning lightly serious, “we’re going to eat something. Water too. Like responsible adults.”

“Mm,” you hummed.

“And,” he said, just to make you smile again, “if you behave, I might even let you rate my blanket services online.”

You managed a tiny laugh, your cheek warming.

Jongho’s hand resumed its slow rhythm at the back of your head. Then he shifted, careful, and pulled the comforter up higher so it covered the tips of your shoulders. He tucked the edge around you like he’d done it a thousand times, like he’d been saving that small kindness just for you.

“There,” he murmured. “No draft. Maximum blanket efficiency.”

You made a soft sound of agreement.

His arm stayed heavy across you, the perfect pressure, and his other hand found yours under the covers. He laced your fingers together slowly, giving you time to pull away if you needed to.

You didn’t.

Jongho squeezed once—gentle, steady.

“You can breathe,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

You tried, and it was easier now. The rise and fall of his chest behind you guided yours into matching it. He pressed his lips to your hair again, then to your temple, a trail of quiet reassurance. Each kiss was soft enough to barely feel, but you felt all of them anyway.

“Hey,” he said, voice gone even sleepier. “If your brain starts being mean again, you tell it I said to shut up.”

You huffed a laugh. “You can’t—”

“Can,” he corrected, and you could hear the grin. “I’m very strong. I can fight thoughts.”

You shifted closer, a little selfish with him.

Jongho made a satisfied sound, like you’d solved a puzzle. “Good. Exactly like that.”

He nudged his nose against your hair and sighed, warm air feathering your scalp. Then, quieter, more earnest:

“You don’t have to earn this, okay? You don’t have to be okay to be held.”

Something in your chest softened, not breaking this time, just unclenching.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Good.” He kissed your forehead again, lingering. “That’s my favourite word from you.”

Your eyelids felt heavy. Your body finally believed the bed would keep you. Jongho’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of your hand, over and over, until the last sharp edges in your breathing smoothed out.

“And tomorrow,” he added, like a promise he was tying around your wrist, “we’ll do breakfast. Something warm. Then we’ll take it one hour at a time. Deal?”

You nodded, half-asleep.

“Deal,” he echoed softly, pleased.

He settled his chin on the top of your head and held you like a fixed point in the universe, like nothing could pull you away without going through him first.

Right before sleep took you, you felt him shift just enough to press one more kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, honey,” Jongho whispered. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t just believe it.

You felt it.

heesunrise

˗ˏˋ NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU BABY

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader

summary: You come home exhausted after a horrible day at work, and your boyfriend Sunghoon immediately comforts you, takes care of you all night and stays close until you fall asleep in his arms.

content: very fluffy, established relationship, comforting, reader cries, kisses, petnames (baby), reader has a toxic work environment - lmk if i forgot something! wc: 1.7k

ʟᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ 🧸✦ this is my first fic and english isn't my first language so please understand if this isn’t perfect yet! hope you enjoy this corny first fic i wrote <3

ᯓ★ now playing: Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

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Ever since you started working at your new job, life had become a lot more exhausting than it used to be.

Working in an office full of people who were much older than you was already intimidating enough, but what made it worse was the constant feeling that you never truly belonged there. No matter how hard you tried, your coworkers rarely included you in conversations, and every day felt like a battle to prove that you deserved to be there.

Today had been especially difficult.

One coworker had spent the entire day making passive-aggressive comments, and somehow your boss had found yet another reason to criticize you in front of everyone. By the time your shift ended, you were mentally drained. You had spent most of the day fighting back tears, counting down the hours until you could finally go home.

The moment you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of home.

Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest while some random show played quietly on the television. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up, his expression softening immediately.

“Baby?”

You didn’t even have the energy to answer properly.

“Hi.”

Sunghoon muted the television and studied your face for a moment.

“That bad?” he asked.

Your shoulders immediately dropped.

“I’m so tired, Hoon.”

Without another word, he opened his arms and that was all it took.

You practically collapsed onto the couch beside him.

The second you settled against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you into his chest. One hand slid into your hair while the other rubbed slow circles against your back.

“Tell me everything.”

You buried your face against his hoodie and let out a quiet sigh.

Then the words just spilled out.

You told him about your coworker, about your boss, about how alone you felt, and how every morning you woke up already dreading work before the day had even begun.

Sunghoon listened quietly the entire time. He never interrupted, never looked distracted, and never once told you that you were overreacting.

He simply listened.

When your voice finally cracked, the tears you’d been holding back all day started falling. Immediately, his arms tightened around you.

“Hey, hey…” he whispered.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“It’s okay.”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’m trying so hard and it’s still not enough.”

“For them, maybe.” he murmured softly. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not enough.”

You closed your eyes as his words settled over you.

Sunghoon rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you a little closer.

“You know what I see?”

You sniffled and looked up at him slightly.

“What?”

“Someone who wakes up every morning and keeps going even when things are difficult.”

He pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“Someone who works harder than anyone I know.”

Another kiss.

“Someone who’s incredibly kind.”

His lips brushed your skin again before he smiled softly.

“And someone I love very much.”

Fresh tears filled your eyes.

“Hoon…”

“They don’t get to decide your worth, okay?” he whispered. “Some rude coworkers and a bad boss don’t get to tell you who you are.”

You felt yourself relaxing slightly in his embrace, and Sunghoon’s smile softened when he noticed.

“There’s my girl.”

A weak laugh escaped you.

“I should make dinner.”

The second you tried to sit up, his arms tightened around your waist.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hoon-” you tried to stand up but his grip tightened.

“Nope. I can cook.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie.” you said, knowing that he usually hates cooking.

He gasped dramatically.

“I’m offended.” your boyfriend said in a playful tone.

You couldn’t help laughing. “You’re terrible at cooking.”

“Okay, rude.” he answered.

“You’re literally proving my point.” you smiled at his answer.

Sunghoon pinched your side gently, making you flinch and laugh at the same time.

“Comfortable clothes. Now.”

You chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

While Sunghoon attempted to make dinner, you changed into one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts before heading back into the kitchen.

You found him standing in front of the stove, concentrating harder than anyone should while making scrambled eggs.

Quietly, you wrapped your arms around his back from behind.

“How’s it going?” you asked him softly, smiling into his neck.

“Don’t distract me baby.”

You laughed softly. “It’s just eggs.”

“Exactly.”

“Hoon, these eggs are fighting for their lives right now.” He let out a small laugh at your comment.

You rested your chin against his shoulder, watching him work. “It smells good.”

Sunghoon smiled proudly without looking away from the pan.

“See? I’m improving.”

A few minutes later, the two of you were sitting together at the table.

The meal wasn’t fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, a few cherry tomatoes, and leftover rice and tofu from the day before. But somehow it tasted better than most restaurant meals.

Maybe because of who made it.

Sunghoon watched you carefully while you ate. When you noticed, you pointed your fork at him.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked while you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Because you’re cute.” he said smiling at your cute reaction.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is.”

“Sunghoon.”

He laughed softly, then his expression slowly softened as he looked at you.

“I just hate seeing you sad.”

Your heart squeezed at his words.

He reached across the table and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them gently.

“I love you.”

You smiled immediately.

“I love you too.”

“Good.”

“Good?”, you asked, chuckling softly.

“Just checking.”

You laughed under your breath.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

After dinner, Sunghoon insisted on washing the dishes despite your protests.

While he took care of the mess in the kitchen you settled down on the couch and scrolled through your phone but after he disappeared into the kitchen for several minutes, you went looking for him.

Before you could say anything, two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Found you.” Sunghoon said, his grip softly tightening around you.

You smiled.

“There you are.”

He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder.

“Come with me.”

He guided you toward the bathroom, still holding onto your hand. The moment the door opened, you froze.

The room was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. Warm candlelight flickered across the walls, and the bathtub was already prepared, steam gently rising from the water.

You turned toward him.

“You did all this?”

He shrugged slightly, almost shy.

“Hoon…”

He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and steady. “You deserve nice things too, you know.”

Your expression softened immediately.

“Thank you so much.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Take your time and relax.”

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

After your bath, you felt lighter.

Not because your problems had disappeared, but because for the first time all day, your shoulders didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, Sunghoon was already waiting.

He looked up from his phone and smiled softly. “There she is.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him, slipping under the blankets with a quiet sigh. The moment you settled in, he reached for you almost instinctively, like it was second nature.

His arm slid around your waist.

“Comfortable?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm.”

“Good.”

But apparently that still wasn’t close enough for him.

A few seconds later, he gently pulled you back until your back was pressed fully against his chest.

You let out a quiet laugh. “Hoon.”

“What?”

“You’re squeezing me.” you laughed.

“And?”

“And I need oxygen.”

“You’ll survive.” he answered, holding you as tight as possible.

Sunghoon's voice was already getting heavier with sleep, which only made you smile. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out a quiet, content sigh.

You could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.

Being close to you like this had always come naturally to him. Holding your hand, resting his arm around you, pulling you closer without thinking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Especially after days like this.

His fingers found yours beneath the blanket and intertwined with them.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Your heart softened immediately. “For what?”

“For getting through today.” He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear. “And yesterday.” Another kiss. “And every difficult day before that.”

You closed your eyes, breathing a little slower now.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

For a while, the room fell quiet. Only your breathing and the distant city outside filled the space.

Just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, his arms tightened around you slightly.

“Still here?” you whispered.

“Mm-hm.” he hummed softly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Making sure you’re okay first.”

Your chest warmed. This place right here, in the arms of the person you loved the most, was your home. Not a place but a person.

“I’m okay.”

“Good.”

Then he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.

“Hoon…”

“Yes?”

“There’s literally no space between us.”

“Exactly.”

You laughed softly. “Clingy.”

“Only with you.”

His voice was barely above a whisper now, warm, slow, already half asleep.

You turned in his arms so you were facing him. He immediately adjusted, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting for you to do it all along.

One hand settled in your hair, the other rested firmly on your back. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles through your hoodie.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better.” you whispered.

He smiled, resting his forehead gently against yours as he slowly placed his lips onto yours.

For several minutes, he just held you like that, fingers slowly brushing through your hair, sleepy kisses and his hand occasionally rubbing your back whenever you shifted.

Every touch was steady and calm, like he was trying to remind you without words that you were safe here. That you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

Eventually, your eyes began to feel heavy and of course, he noticed immediately.

He always did.

His hand moved to your cheek, thumb brushing softly across your skin.

“Sleep, baby.”

You hummed softly. “Stay close.”

His expression softened. “Always.”

One last kiss landed on your forehead before he gently tucked your head beneath his chin.

And even as sleep slowly took over, he didn’t let go once.

With the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth wrapped around you completely, you finally drifted off together.

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

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cherrycheolgunil

The way I LITERALLY quit my job of 7 years just because of something similar with my manager… loved my coworkers but it got so bad with my manager I walked out and repeatedly reported her and the higher ups did absolutely nothing about it :)! It got so bad that I woke up every morning throwing up because I got such bad anxiety just thinking about going to work. Miss my job, FUCK YOU KARLA. Wish I had a boyfriend who could have taken care of me, so thank you for writing this ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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