you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
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you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
seungcheol's hand curls around your own as he tugs it over to him with no resistance, leaving you to try and type one-handed at your laptop for the moment. you don't ask questions (seungcheol has always been the kind to surprise you with little things like this), but you do look over to see that he's sporting his own matching ring to the one he's sliding onto one of your fingers. he looks up at you, hair hanging in his eyes, and grins before pressing his lips against the ring.
"it reminded me of you, so i got it." he lets go of your hand, and you hold it up to survey the ring. the pattern does seem like something you'd like, and this is far from the first pair of rings the two of you have bought for one another, so it's a perfect fit. "do you like it?"
"it's pretty," you hum, and your hand cups his jaw. "not as pretty as you, but pretty."
he just scrunches his nose in response, smiling as best as he can when you squish his face a little bit more. seungcheol frees himself easily enough, leaning over just to press a lingering kiss against the side of your face before he gets back up to go put away the rest of his little shopping haul. he'll tell you about the time he spent with friends once you're done with your work.
but you wait until he gets a few steps away to call out, "you don't love me enough to kiss me right?"
all it takes is the sound of his thundering steps for you to know you've got him, hook, line, and sinker. he leans over your chair to kiss you properly, and you feel the way he smiles against your lips before pulling away again with that damn twinkle in his eyes. "hi," he says softly. "i love you."
he's too easy sometimes to tease. you just smile, blowing him a kiss as he walks away. "love you, too, silly."
5:36 PM
timestamp drabble in which ... your boyfriend, jihoon, is home from a long day of practice and you just want him close.
𐙚pairing: idol!jihoon x gn!reader
𐙚content: fluff, established relationship, kissing, jihoon post-practice
𐙚word count: 625
a/n: my first post! i’ve had this wip in my notes for so long and finally managed to polish it up enough to feel okay about uploading it. (sorry, the use of present & past tense will not be consistent.)
but two though - lee jihoon imagine
heeellooo ~ i'm back?😅 i remember getting this request months back and tho it's not one a very long one, i think this is very very cute and very him🥺
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jisung sits cross-legged in front of the couch, eyes never leaving his laptop screen as he continues to work in peace. he feels at the way you mess with his hair, your knee bumping into his shoulder when you move to get another hair tie from the little bag he keeps for whenever he grows his hair out more and needs to pull it from his eyes (like you're a a sprout, you had told him once, a really cute carrot or something). he's not sure how many little pigtails you've made, some of them far looser than others.
"i think you've missed your calling," he muses aloud as you give him the tiniest little braid before tying it off. "you could have been some sort of stylist if you wanted. i think someone's fans would go crazy for this look."
pairings: seungcheol x f! reader
wc: +700
genre: tooth rotting fluff
cw: none
summary: They plan a surprise (they are the surprise) and you get dragged into it. It's a family activity after all.
see end of post for a/n.
It was a Saturday. You had errands to run, so unfortunately, you had to sacrifice a nice day at home with your family.
You were tired but happy when at last you toed your shoes off by the entryway. "I'm back!" You called.
"In here, love!" You smile as you hear your husband's call faintly from somewhere further inside the house.
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US
Mingyu becomes your boyfriend and quickly realizes 3 things about himself: 1. He’s clingy. 2. Patience brings him nowhere. 3. He is not built for a long distance relationship.
wc: 2.2k
genre: fluff, suggestive, non-idol au, friends to lovers
content: mingyu x f!reader, (newly) established relationship, lots of kissing, making out, biting/hickeys, mentions of alcohol and food, terms of endearment (baby, babe, pretty girl, loverboy), some teasing/banter, they're kinda obsessed w each other, honeymoon phase but for ppl who aren't married yet, their friends are dramatic(?)
Patience has always been one of Mingyu’s best qualities.
seungcheol hears the clatter of your phone hitting the floor, immediately whipping around to check on you. is this bad news? he's already ready to walk with you through the next steps you had laid out (disputing, and if that did nothing, then retaking the course). but you stand up, already heading to him.
"i passed." you sound like you can barely believe it yourself. he can't blame you, to be fair: he's... a little too aware of the drama concerning your grades in this class and how your professor's been handling them.
but he just reaches out, hands resting on your biceps. "you passed?"
"with a B!" you're beaming, glowing, with pure joy. the relief is all too apparent, and he's not sure whether it's because you're done in general or because this assignment has been hanging over you for weeks, both before and after you submitted it.
and, frankly, he doesn't care which in the moment. he's already sweeping you into his arms and giving you the tightest squeeze, enough to lift you off the ground for just a few seconds before setting you down. he takes your face into his hands, already pressing kisses against your skin. "you did it!" he giggles. "i knew you could! should we celebrate?" he looks to the lunch he was making, and there's this warm feeling in his chest: it isn't enough after how hard you've worked, the tears he's seen you cry during your studies.
you already know what he's thinking. you just squeeze his bicep. "later," you promise. "i'll pick a place for dinner and we'll go."
it's a deal. seungcheol just leans forward, kissing your forehead, and he says something you think you really needed to hear: "i'm proud of you."
mingyu stirs awake just long enough for him to realize you dropped your bag by the door and you're crawling into bed with him. either seokmin or minghao must have let you into the apartment, but he's not going to complain. he knows why you're here, and he knows that you probably brought something sweet that you left in the kitchen for him to enjoy in the morning. but the way you drop into bed is a sure enough sign that the two of you are matching in how tired you are from the week behind you, an ungraceful flop as your face ends up buried in pillows for a moment.
he just giggles a little when he turns to look at you, already reaching out to bring you where you belong (even if you don't intend on staying there while you sleep: it's his day, and he likes cuddling with you). you snuggle closer, cheek against his chest, and snake your arms around him as well.
"happy birthday, baby," you mumble, already half-asleep. did you drive here? or did someone else? he hopes it's the latter. "i love you."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR DINNER?"
Lips pursed, lying down on your stomach, you crane your gaze from the blue-lit screen towards the man peeling himself out of his clammy shirt. You make a valiant effort to tamp down the blooming sensation of heat pulling you under the honey-skinned temptation of a boyfriend.
Mingyu drags a hum, tossing the used towel to the trenches of the laundry basket. His eyes comb through your figure, the satin and velvet of your pyjamas, moonlight flitting from one wisp of hair to another, remnants of glitter and tinted lips.
[02:18 PM]
The nurses' station is louder than usual with phones ringing, charts being shuffled, and residents walking back and forth with tablets in their hands.
You're standing next to the medication cart tying to breathe normally while the head nurse scrolls through a patient chart.
"Intern Y/N?"
Your stomach drops.
You literally look like a scared chihuahua shaking with your eyes almost popping out of your head, "Yes?"
As if on cue... before she can continue, a familiar voice cuts in.
"What happened?"
Your heart nearly sinks even further. You don't even have to turn around to know who it is.
It's Resident Doctor Jeon Wonwoo. Tall. Calm. Usually quiet. And usually patient. But right now?
His expression is tight.
The nurse turns the tablet toward him.
"She entered the wrong dosage adjustment in Mr. Han's chart."
The words feel like they echo through the entire floor. A few nurses pause. Another resident looks over. Your face burns.
Wonwoo takes the tablet from the nurse's hands and scans the chart quickly, eyes sharp behind his glasses.
Silence.
Then--
"Y/N." Your heart nearly stops when he says your name.
You step closer. "Yes, doctor."
His gaze lifts from the screen to you. And suddenly it feels like everyone in the hallways is watching.
"You adjusted the medication without confirming the lab results."
You swallow.
"I-I thought the potassium levels-"
"You thought." The words cut in quickly. Not loud. But firm enough that several nurses glance over.
As if knowing that everyone on the floor is listening in now, Wonwoo's voice lowers slightly. "You don't think in this situation. You verify."
Your hands tighten around the clipboard.
"I-I'm sorry-"
He scoffed, "Apologies don't prevent patient complications."
The air goes still. A nurse nearby pretends to check a chart but is obviously listening in. Wonwoo sighs quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Fix the chart. Now."
"Yes, sir." You move quickly, correcting the entry as your hands shake slightly and you can feel more eyes on you. When you finish, you step back. "It's been corrected."
Wonwoo takes the tablet from you and checks it again. A few seconds pass. Then he nods.
"Good." He says, but the tension on his shoulders doesn't disappear. Instead he glances toward the hallway. "Follow me."
Your stomach twists as you watch him walk away and quickly follow right behind him into the empty on-call room.
The moment the door closes behind you, the hospital noise disappears. Just fluorescent lights and the qiet hum of the building. Wonwoo's back is turned facing you as he has one hand on his hip and the other is holding onto the railing of the top bunk bed.
You stare at the floor as you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry."
Wonwoo exhales slowly. Then runs a hand through his hair. "Y/N. Look at me."
You hesitate a little. Then you do.
His expression is different now. Still serious. But softer.
"You know why I reacted like that?"
You nod. "I could've hurt the patient."
"Yes." He steps a little closer. "But you didn't."
You release a shaky breath as you feel two hands cupping your face in them.
"You're a good intern, Y/N. I know that better than anyone else here."
You blink as a tear slips out and onto his hands, " I just made a pretty big mistake."
"And that's completely normal. I mean you know how many mistakes I've made when I was an intern." His voice is now softer. "But that one? You cannot make that one again. Okay?"
You nod immediately. "I won't."
Silence settles between you, then he sighs. "....And I'm sorry."
Your head lifts. "What?"
He pushes his glasses up and his right hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, "I shouldn't have called you out like that in front of everyone."
Your eyes widen slightly.
"Wonwoo, you're my resident. You had to."
"I still could've handle it better." His voice drops a little quieter. "Especially because it's you."
Your heart stutters. There it is. The line neither of you can acknowledge in public. The quiet secret relationship. The reason he has to be extra careful with you.
You step a little closer. "It's okay." You softly smile.
Wonwoo studies your face. "You're not upset or mad at me?"
You shake your head. "I mean, you already know me I can be a little sensitive sometimes. But I can never really be mad at you." You let out a small laugh. "If anything, that lowkey was kinda hot."
He freezes and nearly chokes on air, "I'm sorry. What?"
You grin. "Scary intimidating resident doctor Jeon Wonwoo."
His ears turn red immediately as he lets out a small laugh, "You're unbelievable."
You laugh quietly.
"Relax. I learned my lesson."
Wonwoo just shakes his head as the tension in his shoulders finally disappears. While you're still lowkey laughing to yourself, he turns towards you and reaches out to wrap you in his arms.
"I love you," he murmurs. Your chest warms.
As you two were enjoying this moment together, the door suddenly swings open.
"Oh!" Two very familiar voices exclaim at once as you and Wonwoo jump apart.
Standing in the doorway are residents Hoshi and DK grinning like they just discovered something incredible.
"Ooooohhhhhh we KNEW it!" You soul leaves your body as Wonwoo pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Can you guys just leave?"
Of course they weren't going to listen. Instead, Hoshi walks further into the room still grinning like an idiot.
"No, no, don't stop on our account. We're just here to grab our waters."
DK follows suit shortly and they both sit at the round table with their hands under their heads and they look between you & Wonwoo.
"So this is why you're always hovering around the intern floor," DK teases as Wonwoo sighs.
"I'm her supervising resident."
Hoshi grins even wider then wiggles his eyebrows, "Yeah yeah. 'Supervising.'"
You cover your face with your hands. "I need to transfer hospitals now."
DK laughs loudly. "Relax! Your secret's safe with us."
Hoshi nods dramatically. "Yeah... as long as Wonwoo buys us dinner tonight."
Wonwoo glares. "Get out, please."
The two gasps dramatically as Hoshi says, "Wow. So aggressive. Is this how you talk to your girlfriend too?"
You choke. Wonwoo looks like he's reconsidering his medical license.
"Well, our break's almost over so we better get going." DK says as they both get up and make their way out.
Hoshi calls back over his shoulder: "Bye lovebirds!"
The door closes. Silence. You slowly look at Wonwoo.
"...Well."
He sighs deeply.
"We're never hearing the end of this. Especially now that those two know."
You laugh. And despite everything, Wonwoo smiles too.
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seventeen m.list || main m.list
late night softness
content: fluff, established relationship, late night conversation, soft affection
the hotel room is quiet in that soft way late nights always are. warm lamps, the hum of the air conditioner, the faint sounds of the city somewhere far below. it’s almost one in the morning. chan is sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders relaxed, hair messy from a long day, t-shirt slightly wrinkled from practice. he looks tired, but not in a bad way. just the kind of tired that comes after doing something you love for hours.
you’re standing nearby, brushing out your hair, moving slowly because the day drained you too.
he’s been quiet for a while. when you glance at him through the mirror, you notice he’s looking at you.
not casually. really looking.
“what?” you mumble, a small smile already tugging at your mouth.
he doesn’t answer right away. just tilts his head a little, eyes soft in that thoughtful way he gets when something is sitting on his mind.
“nothing,” he says quietly.
you narrow your eyes. “that’s not a nothing look.”
he lets out a small breath of a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck before looking down at his hands for a second. “i was just thinking,” he says.
you walk over, stopping between his knees, arms loosely folded. “that’s dangerous.”
he snorts softly at that. then he looks up again. and this time his gaze is a little heavier. warmer.
“i think i like nights like this the most,” he says.
you tilt your head. “doing nothing?”
“doing nothing with you.”
it’s such a simple sentence it almost knocks the air out of your chest. the room stays quiet for a second, the lamp behind him casting a soft glow along his cheekbones.
“you’re cheesy today,” you tease, though your voice is softer now.
“i’m serious,” he says immediately, reaching out and resting his hands lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against the fabric of your shirt. “today was loud. practice, everyone talking at the same time…”
he glances around the room. “but this?” he says. “this is nice.”
you study him for a moment. the relaxed shoulders, the sleepy eyes, the way his hands are still loosely holding onto you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“you’re getting soft, lee chan.”
he smiles at that, a small one that barely lifts one corner of his mouth.
“only with you.”
your fingers slide into his hair without thinking, pushing the messy strands away from his forehead. he leans into the touch immediately, eyes fluttering shut for a second like a cat getting petted.
“tired?” you ask.
“a little.”
“we should sleep then.”
“in a minute.”
his hands tighten just enough to pull you closer until you’re standing right between his knees. his cheek presses lightly against your stomach, arms loosely wrapping around your waist. you laugh quietly, surprised by the sudden affection.
“chan.”
“mm.”
“what are you doing?”
his voice comes out muffled against your shirt.
“hugging you.”
“on my stomach?”
“it’s comfortable.”
you shake your head, but your hands move to his hair again anyway, scratching lightly at his scalp.
he melts instantly.
“see?” he murmurs. “this is what i mean.”
“what?”
he tilts his head back just enough to look up at you. his eyes are soft. sleepy. warm in a way that makes your chest feel full. “this is my favorite part of the day.”
you blink. “you saying that because you’re tired.”
“no,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “i’m saying it because when everything stops and it’s just us… it feels like i can breathe again.”
for a moment neither of you say anything. you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss into his hair.
“you’re really soft tonight,” you murmur.
he hums contentedly. “don’t tell the guys.”
you laugh under your breath. “your secret is safe with me.”
his arms tighten around your waist just a little more. “good,” he says quietly.
and for a long moment, neither of you move, just standing there in the quiet hotel room, wrapped around each other while the night slowly settles in.
© mingyusgfr
thinking about husband!seungcheol pulling you into his chest the second you curl up with that familiar ache, not even asking what’s wrong because he already knows, his hand slipping under your shirt to rest warm and steady against your lower stomach, rubbing slow circles like he’s memorized the exact pressure that makes you sigh instead of whine. you’re a little dramatic about it — soft sniffles, clingy fingers fisting in his shirt — and he absolutely melts for it, pressing a kiss into your hair and whispering, “my poor baby,” in that low, syrupy voice that makes your whole body go weak. when a cramp hits and you tense, he tightens his arm around you instantly, guiding your breathing with his, thumb pressing firmer against your skin while he murmurs soft praise like you’re doing something brave instead of just existing in pain. he adjusts the heating pad without you asking, tucks the blanket higher, brushes your hair off your cheek so he can kiss your temple properly, and the way he treats you, so careful, so devoted, makes you melt more than the warmth does. you go boneless against him, completely pliant in his arms, the ache fading into the background because his chest is solid against your back and his fingers keep tracing lazy, soothing patterns over your belly. he doesn’t stop touching you even when your breathing evens out, still rubbing gentle circles long after you’ve drifted off, pressing one last kiss to your forehead in the dark like loving you like this is the most natural thing in the world.
promises in pink
synopsis... six year old you had a lisp and a dream. six year old joshua rejected your proposal for fame. twenty six year old joshua has biceps, no fragile masculinity, and zero shame in carrying your hot pink, heart shaped, 'miss bitch' bag.
𐙚⋆°。⋆♡ pairing... joshua hong!bf x reader!gf
𐙚⋆°。⋆♡ genre... fluff, romance, childhood friends to lovers
𐙚⋆°。⋆♡ trigger/content warning... established relationship... that's about it...
𐙚⋆°。⋆♡ word count... 800!
𐙚⋆°。⋆♡ please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging!
a/n... this is dedicated to my loveliest pookie @supi-wupi <3 as part of the svthub valentines collab! WE GOT EACH OTHER YAYY (*ˉ︶ˉ*)
“I’m going to marry Joshua Hong.” You were six. Dead serious. Missing your front teeth, so it really came out as “I’M GONNA MAWWY JOTHUS HOTH.”
Shua was across the playground, halfway through the monkey bars, when he fell at your declaration. You remember pointing at him, pigtails crooked, juice box in hand, and announcing it to anyone willing to listen to a six year old’s dreams and aspirations.
Your teacher laughed. Your mom laughed harder.
Joshua Hong, age six, popped up immediately and yelled, “It’s Joshua, not Jothus, and you can’t marry me! I’m going to be an idol!”
You crossed your arms. “Okay. I’ll mawwy you when you’re done.” Apparently, that was legally binding.
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).
you’re finishing working on a report when the front door opens and wonwoo walks in. you watch as he takes off his shoes and aligns them neatly by the wall, before dropping his keys in the bowl and making his way straight to you.
you don’t even get to set your laptop aside before he does it for you, proceeding to take up all the space on your thighs like it’s free real estate.
thinking about wonwoo waking you up after a nap together, all soft and careful. thinking about him waking up first, the room still and hazy with late afternoon light. your head is on his chest, hair a mess against his collarbone, one of your legs tangled with his like you fell asleep mid-cuddle and never let go. he doesn’t move at first. just listens to you breathe. slow. warm. steady. his hand is resting on your back and he starts tracing lazy little circles there, absent-minded, like he’s afraid the moment will disappear if he shifts too fast. he knows you hate being woken up abruptly. so he leans down instead, brushing his nose softly against your temple. “baby,” he whispers, barely audible. you stir but don’t wake, just tuck yourself closer. his mouth curves into the smallest smile. he pushes your hair away from your face, thumb grazing your cheek, then presses a slow kiss to your forehead. “it’s getting late,” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep. you mumble something incoherent, brows pinching before relaxing again. he chuckles under his breath and slides his hand up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward him just enough. your lashes flutter. you blink up at him, dazed and soft. “hi,” he says quietly, like he’s been waiting hours. you squint, still halfway in a dream. “why’d you wake me…” he kisses you before you can finish the complaint — gentle, lingering, warm. when he pulls back, his thumb brushes under your eye like he’s wiping away sleep. “because i like seeing you wake up,” he admits, low and honest. and when you hide your face back in his chest, embarrassed and clingy, he just wraps both arms around you and lets you have your five more minutes.
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