[daysixdreams]

Title: Maybe The Night (holds a little hope for us, dear)

contemporary romance au | Sungjin x OC | warning: mature themes

Park Sungjin carries a full set of baggage when it comes to sex and seduction. But even someone made of stone reaches a breaking point and he knows he has to step out of his comfort zone in order to repair the cracks on his surface. Even if it means asking–in the name of science–for an exploration of the scandalous from the gorgeous, quick-witted, and charming magician’s assistant who propositions him in his ambulance one night.

But when this bewildering and unexpected partnership proves more than tempting, it will take everything he has to resist following his (not broken!) instincts. Especially after he’s already opened up his vulnerable heart to the woman who could destroy it for good.

[ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ]

Her admission surprised herself most of all.

Sky let her gaze linger at her trunk being deposited a few steps away. Sungjin’s hoodie was in there, and there it would stay. No chance in hell was she giving it back to him now. Not after this. She’d keep it as a trophy, nothing else. If he was nearly as smart as she believed him to be, Sungjin would wash his hands clean of her and leave her alone. Take her words as a warning and move on. He should just drop her on the curb and never look back.

He shouldn’t be looking at her like he’s determined to be kind to her. Sky had to break him before he broke her, before he did something absolutely ridiculous like make her laugh. She had given him no reason to be kind to her. If anything, all she’d given him was the same trickery she’d employed on any mark, which made him just like every other man she’d had to use her charms for and against. Sky had no room thinking about kind and warm eyes.

But that was her first mistake.

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One-Sided

Drabble: ”Can I get a Wonpil fanfic where he has to know if the relationship is on both sides because he is falling hard but he’s made the mistake before but his love interest isn’t giving him a satisfying answer. I hope this is specific but not too specific hahaha”

Pairing: Kim Wonpil/Wonpil x Reader

Word Count: 626

Notes: None

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, slight angst (I guess)

“Do you.. still like me?”

You looked up from your computer when he suddenly spoke, confusion lacing your features as you removed one earbud from your ear. “Hm? What do you mean?” You made sure to pause your movie as you looked over to Wonpil, his fingers picking nervously at the pencil covering in his hands as he looked to you with uncertainty in his voice and eyes.

“Well I–“ Wonpil came to a stop in the middle of his sentence as he looked to the table top. He didn’t mean to feel so insecure about his relationship with you, but he felt as if something was missing. As much as he tried to pour time into your relationship, to spend time with you, you never seemed to be putting as much time and effort into it as he did. He had begun to grow worried about your relationship, that maybe it slowly turned into a one-sided love, something that he never wanted to happen again. “I’m just wondering if you.. you still like me, like when we first started dating.” You watched as Wonpil seemed to metaphorically run for cover as you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Of course you knew what he meant, but why was he suddenly asking? You removed the last earbud from your ear as you turned in your seat to fully face him, now getting a full view of the heavy apprehension and fear on his face. Why did he seem so worried about this?

“Hm, no, I don’t like you anymore.”

Wonpil was sure that he could feel his heart shatter at your words, and for a moment he froze as he thought that his worst fear was finally coming true. His eyes were fearfully wide as he watched your unmoving expression, and as much as he tried to form something to say to you, he just couldn’t. Wonpil was sure that he was going to break down, and the longer that you sat in front of him, unmoving with a emotionless expression, he could feel the pain in his chest grow. You didn’t even seem remotely hurt or broken up about this new revelation, why? “W-what?”

“I don’t like you anymore,” You shook your head this time, and much to his surprise you reached forward to grab his hands as a tender smile formed on your lips. “Because I love you, Wonpil.” Shock suddenly took over you when you saw a few tears fall slowly down his face, and you were quick to swipe them away with your thumb before you stood up to wrap your arms around him tightly. “Hey, why are you crying?”

“I-I just thought–“ Wonpil stopped as he shook his head, and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, a small chuckle coming from him as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He told you quietly, using the sleeve of his sweater to dry his face a bit more when you pulled away from the comforting embrace. You too let out a small laugh at this, and you cupped his face gently in your hands before you leaned forward to press a soft kiss against his lips, another smile forming on both of your faces as you gave his cheeks a small, loving pat. “I love you too, by the way.”

“I sure hope so.” You let out another laugh as you reached down for his hand, giving it a small squeeze as you pulled him with you back to your laptop. “Do you wanna finish this movie with me? Or would you rather start it over so you’re not lost?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m fine with whatever you do.”

[daystring6]

day6: just how we like it

just how we like it

jaehyung/reader || pg | 934w | au, angst

it’s the little things, it always is

a/n: this is for the wonderful anon who graced my inbox a while ago! I tried to do a happy ending, but I felt like there would be a continuation and I really adored all the snippets that you gave me. I hope this is what you wanted and pls come back freely, often and any time <3

These days, it’s getting better, he thinks, as he tugs on his heavy jacket against Seoul’s fall rain. These days (months, really) since you left to the States to study. Bit by bit… little by little…

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter two of hellweek  is up! It’s above 8k, a whooping 20 pages, and Tumblr formatting is awkward with that length so it’ll be up on Ao3!

[dawnpil]

moonrise part 6! [first] [previous] [next]

start of term is never easy. it gets a hell of a lot harder when you factor in that brian suddenly has magic he was previously unaware of and is getting texts that accurately predict the deaths of other students.

[dawnpil]

moonrise part 5! [first] [previous] [next]

start of term is never easy. it gets a hell of a lot harder when you factor in that brian suddenly has magic he was previously unaware of and is getting texts that accurately predict the deaths of other students.

[dawnpil]

moonrise part 4! [first] [previous] [next]

start of term is never easy. it gets a hell of a lot harder when you factor in that brian suddenly has magic he was previously unaware of and is getting texts that accurately predict the deaths of other students.

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Ten More Minutes

Drabble: “Hi! Could I request a scenario with Jae from Day6 where he’s being clingy bc he doesn’t want the reader to get out of bed in the morning and it’s just overall cute and fluffy Thank you😘💞”

Pairing: Park Jaehyung/Jae x Reader

Word Count: 430

Notes: Gif is not mine!! Credit to owner(s)!!

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

“But y/n—“

“I need to brush my teeth Jae.”

“You can do that in ten minutes!” Whined Jae, his arms wrapped snugly around your hips as you tried to push yourself up and off of the bed. You tossed Jae an annoyed look from over your shoulder, but you knew that he didn’t see it, as his face was currently pressed against the small of your back. You really did love cuddling with Jae in the morning; everything was quiet, and the comforter surrounding you and Jae acted as a shield, protecting the two of you from the world as you laid in each other’s arms. But of course, life never seemed to stop for anyone, and you knew that eventually, someone would have to get out of bed, much to Jae’s disapproval of course.

“I’ll come right back.” You eventually replied, allowing Jae to pull you back on to the mattress as you pursed your lips together. Jae shook his head a few seconds later, his arms only moving away from your hips so that he could grab you with a better grip. A groan came from you as he pulled your body closer to his, and you could feel the cheeky, yet still sleepy grin on his lips as he pressed his face into your neck. “Come on, I won’t be longer than five minutes, I promise.”

“No.” Jae’s defiance was muffled by your skin as he pressed a chaste kiss against your neck, his grip on your body tightening just the slightest as he tossed one of his legs over your own. “That’s five minutes too long.” Jae finally revealed his face to you, his eyes still glistening with sleep as he gave you a sweet smile. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw how his hair was sticking every which way, giving you a better idea of just how hard he had actually slept that night. “Just stay here with me, and when we wake up again you can start getting ready.”

“Wake up again?” You scrunched your face up in confusion as you narrowed your eyes at Jae, and you barely managed to yank one of your arms out of his hold to lightly tap his head. “What makes you think I’m gonna fall back asleep, hm?”

“Well, the bed is still really warm, the curtains are blocking the sun, and I know how much you love cuddling, so..”

“As enticing as that may sound, I’m sorry but no. I have to at least brush my teeth.”

“Noo, you need to stay here!”

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a chance of rain - post break-up jaehyungparkian

“For the first time in a long while, Brian finds him by accident.”

I did an exercise on free-writing with the Stop The Rain EP on replay so, something to that effect. My way of saying it’s okay not to be okay, sometimes. Thank you for reading and please take care.

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[daysixdreams]

Maybe The Night | Sungjin [3/?]

Title: Maybe The Night (holds a little hope for us, dear)

contemporary romance au | Sungjin x OC | warning: mature themes

Park Sungjin carries a full set of baggage when it comes to sex and seduction. But even someone made of stone reaches a breaking point and he knows he has to step out of his comfort zone in order to repair the cracks on his surface. Even if it means asking–in the name of science–for an exploration of the scandalous from the gorgeous, quick-witted, and charming magician’s assistant who propositions him in his ambulance one night.

But when this bewildering and unexpected partnership proves more than tempting, it will take everything he has to resist following his (not broken!) instincts. Especially after he’s already opened up his vulnerable heart to the woman who could destroy it for good.

[ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ]

“Isn’t it supposed to be your day off?”

Sungjin acknowledged Wonpil with a grunt before snapping on the vest that signified him as an official volunteer. It was his day off, but the thought of spending it alone in his apartment, pacing around the empty space, thinking, and thinking, and then overthinking some more, triggered a panic in his chest. Cleaning helped, usually. But he’d already done that the day before, and the day before that, and there was nothing left to clean. Moving furniture around and rearranging his books did nothing to calm him. Quite the opposite. He knew, with a sick sense of self-awareness, that he was avoiding having to confront the source of his anxieties.

On impulse—and partially guilt from taking away her last line of defense—he had left her his hoodie, the one he was rather fond of but what was done was done and there was no use crying over spilled milk. The thought still bothered him though, why had he done that? And why had he mentioned it to Younghyun? Because then Younghyun had bunny-hopped right into conclusions and brought Sky a coffee in Sungjin’s name. A few hours later it had returned to him with a number scribbled on the cup. He hadn’t expected that, and the next logical step would be to ignore her. He wanted nothing to do with her, after all. Yet the cup had claimed a space on his work desk at home, waiting, watching him rearrange furniture and color-code his closet. At least here, at a community blood drive, he was away from the thing and useful to society. Even if it did put him in proximity with yet another source of stress. Sources, for that matter. In the plural.

“Had I known you’d be spending your day off here I would’ve just set you up on another date,” Wonpil said, watching him closely from his seat on the collapsible cot next to the ambulance. “I have this classmate from high school that I reconnected with the other day and she’s single and I really think this time it’s gonna work out.”

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Sunday Mornings | Sungjin [drabble]

Sunday mornings with Sungjin are the best.

Sunday Mornings | fluff | 403 words

There is quiet here, in the space between dreaming and awake found within the warmth of Sungjin’s embrace. Or at least there would be, were he there tangled in the sheets with you as he should. Instead, you wake up to the smell of breakfast in the small kitchen of your studio apartment, to a voice humming to a tune that sounds a lot like the first of summer.

You find him behind the counter, basked in a warm yellow glow as he plates a handful of your favorite fruit. The sun always did love Sungjin more, always spending a little more time shining on him than anyone else. And like this, held against the sunlight, you see what he will never reveal to anyone else but you. Few will look at sturdily built, rough-hewn Park Sungjin and think soft. But he is, brutally so, deep down. There are parts of him spun from sugar and held together with hope—and those bits are fragile indeed.

Your approach is slow, unhurried, unafraid of the focus he places on you as he watches you come to him. But your eyes remain on his hands, fingers long and strong, and just a little crooked. Finding purchase on the edge of the counter, you prod him to continue. You could watch him all day, revel in the little discoveries like a scientist obsessed. And this is how you love him, with reckless, impudent abandon. Everything you have, and everything you are, screamed out to reach out for him. But you don’t. Not yet.

He dips his head to press his nose beneath your ear as a laugh escapes his lips. Good morning, indeed. You reach up, gently trailing your fingertips on the side of his jaw, leaning into him and invading more of his space.

There is quiet here, in the moments between the ends of his breaths and the beginnings of yours. There is magic, even in the mundanity of mornings and breakfast, and bananas on pancakes. It seems impossible that he can love you like this, be perfect with you like this, and still know there is more.

His lips find yours in a kiss that is long and lush, ending in a sigh and a caress and breakfast being forgotten on the counter in favor of crisp white linen on your back. He is where he should be, tangled in the sheets with you.

[day6imagines]

Kindergarten Rules.

@anonymousfangirl08  asked:

Can I request a fluff with Sammy, where Jae is my brother and he’s kind of protective but approves of us anyway? 😂 Thank you in advanced

(the subs(?) have nothing to do with this lmao i just wanted a gif with Sammy and Jae)

member: Sammy x reader and older brother Jae

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k 

summary:  You and Jae had a rule ever since kindergarten that you could never ‘like like’ each other’s friends. But Kim Woosung was an exception … right?

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest and with every shaky breath, you got more nervous. You could barely even drink your latte because of how much your hands were shaking. You were nervously awaiting the arrival of your older brother Jae. You decided to meet him at the coffee shop close to his rehearsal studio. This wasn’t how you guys normally met up considering how close you both were. you normally didn’t plan to meet and would just hang out at each other’s apartments but today was different because today you would be telling Jae about your current boyfriend. And there were two main reasons as to why you were so nervous.

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[day6imagines]

Frustrations and Secrets

Word count; 1.5k

Genre; fluff / angst (mostly angst despite the fluffy gif)

Summary: Wonpil and Y/N are both idols secretly dating who want to go public but their managers stand in their way.

a/n: sorry if this one is short I just wanted to release something for you guys. Totally didn’t base this off an episode of Gilmore girls. I picked wonpil because of that video where he shouts at sungjin after sungjin says he’s too skinny so wonpil says “why don’t you just lose weight.” so I thought this would suit him.

I can remember the first date with Wonpil. It was in a quiet park outside of town and he had set up a cute picnic. The quiet was overwhelming at first and I remember feeling the need to whisper which wonpil found adorable so he would whisper back causing you both to spend the night giggling and sharing secrets in your quiet voices. This was the beginning of a two-year long relationship that had to be kept secret.

Wonpil and I are idols from separate companies, both companies don’t have strict dating rules but they both advice against dating, wonpil and I couldn’t break off what we had started and a few months in we told our companies about our relationship. We convinced them that it was serious and how much in love we were. They both agreed on waiting a few months until announcing your relationship. These few months turned into a year and now two years into our relationship Wonpil and l are still sneaking around hoping not to be spotted by any of our fans.

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Maybe The Night | Sungjin [2/?]

Title: Maybe The Night (holds a little hope for us, dear)

contemporary romance au | Sungjin x OC | warning: mature themes

Park Sungjin carries a full set of baggage when it comes to sex and seduction. But even someone made of stone reaches a breaking point and he knows he has to step out of his comfort zone in order to repair the cracks on his surface. Even if it means asking–in the name of science–for an exploration of the scandalous from the gorgeous, quick-witted, and charming magician’s assistant who propositions him in his ambulance one night.

But when this bewildering and unexpected partnership proves more than tempting, it will take everything he has to resist following his (not broken!) instincts. Especially after he’s already opened up his vulnerable heart to the woman who could destroy it for good.

[ Chapter 1 ]

Chapter 2: 

Sky was no stranger to danger. Her entire career as a stage magician’s assistant was built on the illusion of putting her life at risk. Note, the keyword here was illusion.

The trick should have gone right.

Again, the keyword here is should.

It was the final performance of a limited engagement and Sky was, for the first time since she took to the stage, to perform her father’s signature trick: a modern adaptation of Houdini’s Water Torture Cell. True, her father wouldn’t have approved of her attempting this immersion escape at all, but he had long retired to a small vineyard town in the countryside and thus his opinions didn’t matter anymore. Also true, Sky had something to prove. To her father. To Ace and the stage team she travelled with. And most of all to herself.

Like all the other illusions Ace performed, she designed the glass cell herself and oversaw every step of the pre-show preparation from filling the tank with water, the state of the harness used, and all the locks and keys. Her wrists and ankles had been bound by the same set of handcuffs she’d been practicing with for the past four months and the emergency escape mechanisms on the cell were all in working order when she did her final checks. Nothing seemed amiss. No matter how many times she replayed the events of the night, nothing stood out as out of place or suspicious.

Yet there she had been, drowning inside a glass box with no way out.

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What else could I do?

♥ Young K x Reader 

♥ Warnings: gangs, mentions of drugs, mentions of blood/violence, angst, swearing, illness, hospitals

♥ Word Count: 2,033

♥ Part: 3 of ? (Part 1) (Part 2)

♥ A/N: Unedited but I haven’t posted a part of this series in so long I just wanted to get it up for you all! 💖

You woke up to a familiar beeping and an overwhelming feeling of numbness, the feeling of floating through nothingness that was familiar with a dose of morphine, and you sighed in annoyance as you began to groggily rub your eyes to wake them.

“Ah, you’re awake!” You heard a familiar quiet deep voice comment as the shy boy you met a long while ago at school appeared in your vision. “I’m glad you’re okay, I found you passing out in the hall and didn’t know what to do..so I brought you here but they didn’t have any emergency contacts, so I thought I’d stay and make sure you were alright-“ “Thank you.” You cut in before he continued, you were slightly overwhelmed with his rambling with your current drugged up state, and your speech was slightly slurred compared to usual. “Thanks for the help, you didn’t have to do this.” You restated, seeing as how your first statement of gratitude was a bit tense. “No problem (y/n), I’m just glad you’re okay.” The brunette stated with a small grin, he was now moved to the chair by your bedside so he could speak with you more easily. “Thanks, uh I never got your name?” You state, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned it, he very well could have because you can barely compute anything right now. “Sorry, I’m Dowoon.” The kind brunette replied scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “Nice to officially meet you then, and thanks again.” You tried to focus your attention on him and the conversation but it was still proving difficult in your current state. You laid back again on the cot, closing your eyes to try and ease the frustration that was slowly building due to your current situation. “Are you in pain again?” Dowoon’s deep voice cuts in concerned at your movement. “Nah, how long ago did they give me the morphine for pain?” You asked opening your eyes again and trying to see the state of the IV next to you and the current level of fluids to guess how long you’ve been in the hospital. “They injected it maybe…” He glanced at his watch but a small disappointed frown fell upon his face, “well I’m not sure how long ago really.” Dowoon admitted and you just laid in silence again for a moment, “But it’s 1pm right now.” You sat up even more abruptly, startling the brunette with your rushed movement. "I’ve been in here overnight?!” You ask now clearly beginning to panic, you begin to pull your cover aside and reach to begin stripping the many wires from your arm. Dowoon grabs your wrist stopping you, you then look at him with a challenging glance, he looks aside because of your intense gaze and clears his throat. You really want to shove him aside and free your wrist from his grasp, rip out the annoying IV, and get the hell out of here. However, you noticed you were still feeling the morphine and you admitted defeat, laying back down once more on the uncomfortable cot. “Don’t worry the doctors will clear things up with your boss and family, but you need to stay in the bed.” Dowoon interjects, letting you calm down and letting go of your wrist when you give up your effort. That’s when you realize the boys were probably wondering why you weren’t at the meet up last night. “Shit could you pass me my phone?” You ask him, noticing your belongings in the corner of the white walled hospital room. He nodded and did as asked, you began to scroll through the messages that had blown up your phone, your battery percent significantly lower due to the missed calls and spam of texts. From Hajoon: Big sis you missed the meeting with the customers!! Jaehyung made sure it was all good but where are you?.. From Jaehyung: I hope you are taking time to rest and… From Hajoon: What the hell is going on?! You aren’t answering any of us and aren’t at home!!… From Woosung: Where are you? Are you okay? Call me asap.. These were just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the mass of texts filling your screen, you tried to make your way through all of them to see if all the meetings with the customers went well- Ring ring.You were interrupted by Dowoon answering his own cellphone.“Hey-“ He was cut off by what seemed to be a loud voice on the other side of the line. “I’m sorry-“ He was cut off once again, “Listen I have a reason! I’m at the hospital-“ You heard a loud ‘what’ shouted through the phone, “I’m at the hospital right now but it’s oka-“ before he could even finish the other person hung up and he looked down at his cellphone showing the call had ended with a defeated huff. “Aish.. He hung up on me.” Dowoon stated slightly annoyed, though it seemed like he was used to this from whoever he had been speaking to. “If your family is worried you’re welcome to leave, you’ve already done so much.” You stated with a reassuring smile. “Shouldn’t I wait until one of your family members comes though? I don’t want you to be left alone here.” “You don’t have to it’s alright.” “Well I’ll feel better if I do.” You gave him a slightly confused look, why did he care you weren’t even good friends or anything. You weren’t used to people you didn’t know being so kind to you, let alone caring for you like this. “Well if that’s the case I suppose it’s alright if you stay…” You muttered as you began to send a text to Woosung about your whereabouts. You didn’t want to make a scene so it would be best if only he came to help you discharge from the hospital and head home, the other boys would cause chaos even with their good intentions. You and Dowoon sat in intermittent silence, chatting on and off about studies and such for a little while. He seemed like a nice person, maybe you would become good friends moving forward. As you were about to explain something someone burst through the door cutting you off mid-sentence. “Where were you?! What the hell is going on?” You just started at the figure who’s hand still held the knob of the door he just flung open so abruptly, the purple hair causing every sense of anxiety in your aching body to shoot through the roof. Dowoon let out a big sigh as the purple haired boy slammed the door shut and stood with crossed arms now looking between you and Dowoon. “Explain.” “Everything is fine, you didn’t have to come.” The brunette stated with an exasperated look. “I thought something had happened to you, all you said was that you were in the hospital.” The purple haired boy responded in slight annoyance, focusing all his attention now to Dowoon. “Because you cut me off on the phone, you didn’t let me finish explaining.” Dowoon was looking him dead in the face with an irritated glance, this seemed to be a common occurrence, he most likely had to deal with the purple haired boy’s slight hot-headedness and the antics caused by it often. “(Y/n) passed out outside of class and I had to bring her here to make sure she was okay.” Now both the boys looked to you, the purple haired boy now walking up closer towards your cot with crossed arms. His piercing gaze met yours for a moment, you stared back unfazed by the attempted intimidation. “She seems fine now, lets go.” The purple haired boy broke from your gaze and turned towards Dowoon nodding his head towards the door. “Hey! There’s no rush-“ Dowoon responded in slight confusion at the purple haired boys behavior. It seemed like the purple haired boy was ready to drag Dowoon out the door in an instant. “It’s okay if you need to leave Dowoon, thanks again for bringing me here.” You interjected with a smile, trying to ease the tension between him and his friend. Before the purple haired boy could add in an irritating comment to you and Dowoon’s interaction the door swung open once more, this time revealing an out-of-breath Woosung. “What happened?! Are you okay?!” He nearly shouted rushing over to you. “I’m fine, sorry for being off the grid for a bit.” At this he leaned a hand on the guardrail of your cot, letting out a deep sigh and pushing his hair from his face as he regained his breath. Before you could continue he turned to notice the other two in the room, and he immediately clenched a fist. “What are you doing here?” Woosung questioned in a calm manner to mask the rising anger within, looked to the purple haired boy. Immediately the purple haired boy approached Woosung with an intimidating air, this only made you more concerned as Woosung was starting to really show his rage. “What’s it to you?” The purple haired boy huffed, at this Dowoon grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Young K, stop.” He stated in a hushed but worried manner, realizing the situation that could very quickly escalate. Now you knew the purple haired boys name, and it was your turn to cut in. “Young K, I don’t know why you’re acting like this or why you attacked my boys that other night. We aren’t your enemy.” You stated in an intense tone that immediately commanded the room. Woosung now became the one to worry as he turned to you, whispering your nickname in a warning tone in his concern of what could happen next. “How are you not? You came into our territory without permission to do deals. That innately takes away our customers.” Young K replied now nearing your cot in an attempt to intimidate once more, he really liked to use that as a tactic. Woosung immediately stepped closer to your side in a defensive manner, you gently pushed him back and kept your attention on Young K. Unlike this other gang leader you could keep a calm demeanor in almost all situations, something he could definitely learn to keep from useless situations like fights. “We aren’t selling to any of your customers. You can ask each of them if you don’t believe me.” You replied bluntly at his accusation. “And we don’t ever intend to sell to your customers,” you added as his face changed to one of slight shock and confusion, “so we are not, and will never be, your enemy.” Young K seemed caught off guard at this, and Dowoon even seemed a little surprised. “In fact, I would propose that we could even work together in the future if you desired.” You suggested earning a questioning glance from Young K and Dowoon. At this Woosung turned to you with a loud, “What?!” Ignoring this, you continued to speak to Young K and Dowoon. “We aren’t dealing the same stuff, and if we are both covering territory together without worrying about each others whereabouts it will make everyone’s lives much easier.” You state simply, “You’re welcome to discuss it with your group and let me know if you want to take up the offer.” “(Y/n) we’ve never done something like this before, besides we might not want to get mixed up with whatever they’re selling.” Woosung interjects in utter shock at your actions. You dismiss him once again as Young K turns towards the door with a scoff at your proposition. “Think about it, Young K, no good comes from us fighting,” is all you are able to say before Young K heads out the door with one final glance towards you and Woosung. Dowoon quickly follows after him with a rushed goodbye. Woosung has now turned towards you with an expectant gaze, and now you realize what you may have just proposed. If all went through, your whole operation would have to change, but maybe this change would be for the greater good. At least, that’s what you hope.

[daysswithyou]

II. Wonpil - Forever

Characters: Wonpil x you

Genre: angst, slice of life, (slight) fluff

Words: 3.8k

Description: enemies to lovers!wonpil

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[daystring6]

don’t think I’m ever gonna write the full fic but:

imagine hair chameleon!youngk

most days he has control over the color it is

no one really noticed it at first because when he first moved into the apartment with wonpil, jae, and sungjin, he didn’t want to draw attention, so he usually likes to keep it a muted blonde

sungjin was the first to notice

when he was cleaning the shower, he found a long white hair against the drain and sighed in exasperation, thinking it was his

but as he was about to throw it out, it turned into the exact shade of bright blue that youngk was just sporting

he wrote it off as lack of sleep, until one time he watched youngk’s hair fade from blonde to gray just as youngk got sick

then wonpil noticed one day when he got back from school early and caught a glimpse of youngk laughing at some video on his phone and his hair fluttering between bright pastels of colors he never had seen before

he demanded youngk teach him how, but he obv can’t do it so wonpil decides he’s satisfied on watching youngk laugh with flying colors, even if that meant losing to him in video games more often

jae was the last to find out 

to be fair the kid lives in the studio more days than not 

he finds out when one night he was sneaking back in (after studying ofc) and he nearly screamed when he saw a tall figure asleep on the couch with a full head of emerald green hair 

(he’s not sure if he was screaming because of the shock or the color itself. be he definately was shrieking over the fact that youngk is still unabashedly gorgeous with highlighter green hair the next morning)

but everyone’s full-heartedly supportive and youngk is so beyond excited when he shows all his friends, and ends up having multicolored cotton candy colors for a whole three months

so on most days, youngk usually can control the color

but sometimes he doesn’t

like when he lost his grandmother and everyone was horrified to see his hair completely white when he emerged from his room three days later

terry swore it looked like he had cried out all the color

or like that other time when some punk from the town over picked a fight with wonpil and youngk found out

youngk had to be pulled back off by sungjin, terry, and jae, or he would’ve killed the kid

no one’s ever seen that shade of black on him before, cold unflinching color

and no one really finds out if the tint of red that caught the lamp light back in the safety of their home, was his anger or blood

but he’s recently come to like this light gray lilac color for the spring, or brick red for summer, soft browns in autumn 

he’s platinum blonde when he’s wandering in the park one winter morning

the snow from the night before is untouched and glittering even before the sun has risen

after dusting off the bench, he settles in front of the sleeping fountain and watching the hints of dawn breaking thru the gray clouds

then someone settles next to him in the seat, slowly as if not to startle him

youngk turns around and there’s this handsome man leaning on his knees, breath clouding around his soft black hair

there’s this sense of familiarity despite being complete strangers and youngk feels somehow at ease

maybe because they’re both appreciating the silence and the peaceful morning while the world is just waking up

he’s almost disappointed when the sun completely rises and he knows he has to go

but when he turns to say something (he doesn’t know what), he sees that the man has been watching him, maybe for the whole time

youngk can’t help but notice the blush at the man’s cheeks maybe from the cold, and the full rosy lips that slow curl up at the corners

through the long black bangs and lashes, the man, in a deep, rough-velvet voice “that color suits you”

and immediately youngk turns bright pink

(dowoon outs him immediately when youngk takes him back to the apartment after their third date, by answering everyone’s unspoken question of why youngk’s hair color hasn’t budged a shade out of the pink range for the past two weeks

it’s hot flaming pink now, bordering fire engine red, as dowoon recounts in excruciating detail of how they met to everyone’s laughter

but youngk can’t even be mad

not when dowoon is then kissing his burning cheek to jae’s joking wrenching, sungjin slapping his shoulder, terry wolf whistling, and wonpil squeezing his hand

and not when he’s surrounded by so much love that he knows no color in the spectrum or his ability could capture even part of this happiness)

[inspired by this post on his hair colors]