i would’ve not said i was going back on schedule if i’d expected what life has thrown at me, but alas, life is CRUEL 💔
i’m sorry for not even updating on here, i’ve literally only gone on here to check requests and see what my moots have been up to, but it’s only for a couple minutes max.
posting in a couple hours, and hopefully i’ll actually get back on a schedule, thank you all for being patient 💛
don't you think wonwoo is the type of boyfriend to silently help you out with your period cramps?
like, he might not be sure if it's already that time of the month, but once he sees/feels you turning around in bed, groaning with your face burried on your pillow and an arm around your own belly, he knows something is up.
so more often than not, wonwoo just take matters into his own hands - he sighs while cuddling you, so you can stop moving around so much; you know it's only gonna make it worse. he slides a warm hand around you, resting it on top of your lower belly.
wonwoo doesn't move or caress your skin, he just falls asleep like that. and it actually helps, his warm and sometimes even sweaty palm heating your body up, making you a little less uncomfortable.
the next morning he just gives you a side looped smile as you kiss his cheek and sincerely thank him.
a/n: an anon requested an older brother seungcheol fluff but i can't come up with anything so this will do until then! might do this with the rest of the members but idk yet 😎
dividers by @uzmacchiato
6 words to describe him as a brother: sibling who acts like your parent
he could literally be 2 seconds older than you and he'll still act like he's your dad
before you met the members for the first time, he gave them a talk about how they are NOT to flirt with you (especially if you're his sister)
the most protective guy you know!
your partner doesn't need to get your parent's approval, they need his
tries too hard to intimidate your partner when he first meets them, but his facade falls within a minute
always defends you in arguments against your parents
makes you play games with him despite you rejecting his offer multiple times
proceeds to complain when you're bad at the game and is like "this is why i don't play with you!"
scolds you for sneaking out but will still cover for you: "at least tell me where you're going, okay?"
asks you to explain social media slang
"what is an 's.coups sorry edit' ??"
you two fight over the custody of kkuma all the time
he definitely taught you how to drive but still doesn't trust you to drive him anywhere
tells you to come to him for relationship advice just so he can justify whenever he comes to you for it
always asks you to share your location when you're going out late and offers to pick you up when you're drunk
goes into your room just to flex in your full length mirror and leave
when you were younger, he'd always let you sleep in his bed when your parents didn't let you sleep in theirs (he'd literally be dangling off the bed so you were comfortable)
if you ever end up dating one of the members, he would be mortified ("OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU COULD'VE CHOSEN, YOU CHOSE HIM??"), but he's somewhat relieved because he knows any of them would treat you well
im doing meh, but good too! im finally free from academic stress but my gf broke up w me :(( but its all g im moving on!
it feels like its been ages since I read your fic— IK IM SORRY!!!!
ANYWAYSSSS. GOOD LOOK POOKIEEEEE
HAVE A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DAY/NIGHT <33
MWAHHHHHHHH MWAHHHHHHHH
-💌 anon
AHHH HELLO ANON!!!
i’ve missed you too 💔💔💔
i’ve been well! i’m glad to hear you’re doing alright, so sorry to hear about your relationship! feel free to send me an ask if you need to rant or anything 💛
dw you haven’t missed out on much LOL i didn’t update for like 2 weeks… BUT I’M BACK NOW
Hi, so I had a question. How do you create a masterlist with a link ? You know, the one where readers can tap the line at the bottom of the wordings and be transported to the story. I am having a hard time figuring it out so if you could please help me out, it would be really great.
hey anon! i’ll be glad to help ( ^_^)／ i have to add my recent fic to my master list anyway so let’s just get to it
imo, it’s easier to do it on computer, but i’ll show you how to do it on a phone since i believe that’s what most people use 😅
first, go to whatever fic you want to add and click the 3 dots in the corner. select “copy link”
then go to your masterlist and type what you want the text to be (normally i just write wtv the fic’s about, but ik a lot of authors choose to use the title of the fic)
then i bullet point it by selecting what i’ve written, pressing the “Aa” on the tool bar, and choosing the “bulleted list” option (not necessarily needed, it’s just what i do)
after, select what you’ve written again and press the chain looking thing on the tool bar. you’re going to paste the link to the fic that we copied earlier (tip: the end of it should say wtv you titled the fic)
press “add link” and you’re done! hope this helped (=^_^=)
what happens when a drunk chan wants to cuddle while the group's in italy, except no one knows you're dating...
pairing: dino x 14thmember!reader
genre: fluff, lightly suggestive? (just very detailed making out i guess)
word count: 1.1k
cw: kisses/making out, chan had too much wine, secret relationship, set during nana tour
a/n: i'm finally back! this wasn't what i was originally going to put out, but i've been stuck trying to finish a different fic so here yall go 👀 i will be back on my normal posting schedule now!!! could NOT find a third pic so i guess it's just 2 for now
dividers by @purefantasia
someone lands onto your bed with an "oomph"
assuming it's wonwoo, for the third time, maybe coming to give you another souvenir, you wink an eye open. "you need something, won?" but instead your greeted with a sloppy, suspiciously wine tasting peck on the lips. oh lord.
you widen your eyes at the attack, staring at the culprit who pulls away with a dramatic "mwah!"
"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.
"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"
thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.
"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.
since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.
even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.
speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.
chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.
"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.
you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).
he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”
shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”
he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.
before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.
it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.
it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.
he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.
you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.
there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”
you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.
by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.
“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.
“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.
if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.
-
“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”
“okay well not like that!”
“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”
“nah, what the hell.”
“the water isn’t working again!”
you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.
the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.
he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.
bad idea.
“HUH?”
“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”
“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”
“eugh”
your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.
you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.
chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.
looks like you two are never being left alone again.
hello my kings, i FINALLY have time to write. stay tuned for a fic (after like 2 whole weeks...) !!
i've missed out on so many fics and stuff that my moots have posted, like i really haven't had time to read on here 😭 so don't flame me if i'm reblogging a fic that's like a month old or smth idk
ik yall are probably what happened to me so just as an fyi- im alive!! im aware that my updates have been wayyyy slower than usual and i’ve just been really really busy, it’s not that im not motivated to write or anything like that 😅
it’s nearing the end of my school year, so i’ve been working on lots of projects and studying for exams and that sort of stuff, but it won’t be for much longer i promise!
i feel like i’m always letting yall down with these updates bc i myself am a pretty impatient person, just hold on for a little longer (^_^;)
you anons on caratblr are just testing everyone today... i'm seriously convinced it is the same anon who's just miserable
and before you ask, NO, you cannot put my work into ai. authors don't owe anyone anything, and you're most definitely not entitled to closure. are you paying these authors?
you literally cannot be carat and then use ai to try to replicate someone's work. have you not seen what svt has against ai, in fact what nearly every artist has against it?
authors hate ai for a reason. if you've never taken the time or effort to write a story, let alone spend hours on it, then maybe there's a reason you don't understand.
if you seriously can't move on from an unfinished fanfiction, you clearly don't have a life.
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
tagging: @soubeomies @kissbyoon @seokmn @mi9yuz @honeyhae-svt @noircheols @gyubakeries and anyone else who wants to join!!
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
fun, i wasn't tagged, just looked neat.
but i will tag -- @junkissed @onlyseokmins @wonustars @ddeonghwa-s @onlyseokmins
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
tagging: @petrichor-han @fairyblue-alchemist @shuadotcom @soongyeopsal @nothoughtsjustfic + anyone else who sees this and wants to !
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
wasn't tagged, just looked fun! @starlyrai @jiabae @sanaxo-o @mylovesstuffs and anyone who sees it !
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
Wasn't tagged but it seemed fun and wanted to join~💜
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five year / i am an only childs
This seems fun! Try it guys, no pressure though hihi @minhui896 @rosiecosy @zeroseuniverse
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five year / i am an only childs
thanks for the tag @mocchiixxx damn im boring asf tbh LMAO. try it out homies @kyeomviiee @pinkpearlstar @fujiswn
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
@kyeomviiee @jiabae
thank you for tagging meee, I’m pretty boring so here you guys go.
@dokyumms @seokmn -try it out it’s funnn (no pressure)
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
thanks for the tag! @iamdkayyyyy
no pressure tags: @seokminfilm @bella-feed @lavoilee !!
one year ago, your parents made you and wonwoo break up for the sake of an arranged marriage and he left your life with a simple click of the front door. one year later, you're finally getting married, and you're already regretting every decision you've ever made. the worst part? you bump into a familiar face right as you're about to walk down the aisle.
♫ now playing: "try again" - jaehyun, d.ear
pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: fluff, comedy? idfk
word count: 2.1k
cw: arranged/forced marriage, cursing, original male character, mention of drinking/alcohol, running away, kissing
a/n: a request for my lovely moot @jjjjeonww! inspired by a reel she sent me, but then i lost it so i'm just going off of what i remember... if this looks rushed, it's probably bc it is 😭 (i've been working on this for days ok) also changed my formatting AGAIN but ANYWAYS enjoy kings
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
when you made the choice to send your ex an invitation to your wedding, you didn't think he'd even receive it.
it was an irrational decision, one you'd made after a few too many drinks with your friend.
"won't your parents be mad though?" she asked, watching as you finalized the decision, sloppily writing down his address on an envelope on your living room floor. you really did save an extra invitation just for this, but you were too scared to really do anything with it until that moment, too intoxicated to logically think this through.
"eh, they're already making me marry some rich asshole, the least they could do is just let me invite one person." you shrugged, tossing it somewhere on your "to mail" pile and leaning back against the base of the couch.
this was all really dumb, it really was. there was exactly one week before your wedding, yet you were drinking cheap soju in your living room at 4 am and making bad decisions. inviting your ex to your wedding was a pretty good example of one.
at least your friend not only has a higher alcohol tolerance than you, but is also better than you when it comes to wise decision making.
"i don't know, wonwoo most likely believes that you broke up with him because you fell in love with someone else. i wouldn't show up if i were him."
you groaned, she was right. when you refused to break up with wonwoo for the sake of some money your parents would gain from a marriage with some rich guy they knew, they took matters into their own hands. they had a whole professional letter writer (whatever job that was) analyze some essays you'd wrote for college and write a letter to wonwoo, saying that you two should break up because you lost feelings for him and found someone else.
the letter was planted in your kitchen for him to find, unknown to you. so when wonwoo confronted you about it, you had no idea what to say, but he took your speechlessness for an answer and left. you couldn't even blame him. the letter was written with your exact handwriting as well as your tone of voice, you would've thought you'd wrote it as well if you weren't, well, yourself.
that day, you lost the love of your life and learned that your parents were crazy lunatics.
"well, this might not even be his address anyway, mingyu probably sent me the address of a dumpsite."
"you seriously asked his best friend??"
"who else was i supposed to ask?"
"yeah, there's no way that's his address then. he also must think you dumped wonwoo, remember?"
"well, i rented him a camper van in france for a week and basically paid for that whole trip, so he sent me that."
"are you kidding... rich people are so stupid. so stupid!" and the night ends with laughter, the letter long forgotten.
but before you know it, it's your wedding day, or what you've been calling it: doomsday.
you didn't even write a vow because who even was this guy? exactly. you hardly even knew him, let alone enough to write a whole vow for him. thinking about kissing him was just making you gag.
whatever, at least you look pretty. the one good thing to come out of this wedding might just be your dress, but it's not like the one guy you actually want to marry will see it, so now you're just sad again.
your heels click and clack as you make your way toward the doors leading to your demise. it's okay, just close your eyes and pretend he’s wonwoo. what was his name anyway? you're pretty sure that it was jaewon or something- or maybe jaehyun?
well, you don't have time to contemplate the groom's name anymore, because you're literally right in front of the doors now. the typical wedding music is playing, awaiting your arrival. you take a deep breath. your dad wasn't even considerate enough to actually walk you down the aisle, so much for being so eager for you to get married.
okay, you actually have to go now, but you start to second guess yourself. after this, you might just be bound to some barely known rich guy for life. the exit door is so close, why don't you just run away?
you turn to look at your hopeless escape, but instead of a door you see... wonwoo? a very good looking wonwoo at that.
he's standing kind of awkwardly, looking at you as if he's in some sort of daze. he's dressed in a suit and wearing a new pair of glasses. other than that, he looks just about the same as you remember, and for some reason, you're relieved.
when he notices you looking at him, he coughs, shaking his head.
"sorry, i was looking for the restroom,"
you almost want to tease him for the lame excuse, but you’re probably not in the place to do so. looking around, you try to locate a restroom, but to no avail. you’re honestly still in shock that he’s even here.
“um, i don’t really know my way around here either, sorry…”
he chuckles lightly, “it’s okay, no worries, y/n.” he says, adjusting his glasses before speaking again.
“you look beautiful, by the way.”
it’s barely above a whisper, a voice he only used when you’re both in bed and he’s feeling particularly flirty, peppering your face with kisses and giving shy compliments against your skin.
you begin to forget that you’re not actually getting married to wonwoo, but reality hits when you take into account the situation you’re in. you’re talking to your ex right before you’re supposed to get married to another man.
he seems to notice your dilemma, rubbing the back of his neck. “you should probably go in soon, you know? can’t have them waiting on their bride forever.”
you wait for a minute to answer, “…but what if i don’t want to?”
wonwoo furrows his eyebrows, confused. “what are you saying?” you can barely hear him over the pipe organ that begins to replay the wedding song; you’re running out of time.
is this really worth it? losing the love of your life for some cash? no, it's not, and you're definitely not missing the one chance you have at this moment.
it's not like your family really needs it anyway, you think.
“fuck it,” you mutter, kicking off your heels and taking a hold of his wrist.
he watches you, even more bewildered than before. “y/n, what are you doing-“ and you’re making a sprint toward the exit with him in hand. you’re well aware that he has more than enough physical strength to hold you back, but he doesn’t, just yelping after you as he tries not to trip.
this was nowhere near what you'd thought escaping a wedding would be like. when you day-dreamt about it, it'd played out as something cringey, like wonwoo busting through the door right before you say "i do" or something. right now, you absolutely have no idea what you’re doing, dragging wonwoo out of the wedding venue with no plan whatsoever.
"y/n! what about your wedding?" he asks as you both step out of the emergency fire exit (yes, you seriously used the fire exit as an escape. that's what it's for... right?). you don't answer his question, waiting till you're both a safe distance away from the venue.
you learn quickly that taking off your shoes was the best and worst decision of your life. you know you would've tripped if you tried to run in heels, but the feelings of gravel against the bottom of your feet might just be worse than that.
suddenly, wonwoo abruptly stops, making you turn around. you're both still in the middle of the parking lot, not nearly as far away as you would like to be, but you stop anyway.
"if you really want to run away from your wedding for some reason, can we at least take my car?" he offers, catching his breath while pulling out a pair of car keys from his pocket. in the distance, you hear someone or two call out your name.
"yeah, that's probably a good idea."
so now you two are in wonwoo's car, driving to what seems to be his place. his car hasn't changed in the last year, the familiar scent of his air freshener gives you some sense of nostalgia. the drive feels like old times, like when wonwoo would drive you to your university or when he'd take you out to the museum in another city, soft music playing as you two sit in comfortable silence.
but unfortunately for you, there's not exactly time to reminisce because you have a lot of explaining to do.
"so, why'd you back out of the wedding? wasn't that the guy you, um... left for?" he asks. you can tell he's trying to be cool about it, but the way his grip on the wheel tightens just a bit gives him away.
you grimace. yeah, it wasn’t your fault, but you still feel a pang of guilt surge through you at the mention of of the break up. slowly, you begin to tell him everything: the letter, your parents, all of it.
he still looks skeptical, but you see the tension in his shoulders fade as you talk. before long, you both arrive at his place.
"wait for a moment," he says, getting out of the car. you think he's going to get something, but he simply walks to the other side of the car and opens your door.
"thanks..?" you tell him, sort of stunned at his courtesy. he just smiles at you, standing there for another moment. "well, i was going to carry you, if that's okay."
you swear you feel your eyeballs bulge out of your eyesockets as you stare at him like he just asked you to do a backflip. he laughs softly at your expression. "your feet- they hurt, don't they?" he asks, gesturing to your feet that are littered with little specks of red and debris from the pavement you ran on earlier.
"it doesn't really hurt that much won-" you try, getting up from the seat, but wonwoo gently pushes you back. "just let me, shouldn't i take care of my bride?" he argues, scooping you up with ease and kicking the car door shut with his foot.
you squirm in his grip as he carries you through the entrance of his place, only letting you go once he seats you on the couch. like his car, his apartment looks relatively the same as you remember, and it honestly still feels like your second home.
"do you have anything on you? like your phone?" he asks, sitting down beside you. you shake your head, all of your belongings are still at the venue because as stated before, you did not think this through. it suddenly dawns on you that you might be screwed. "it's okay, at least no one's going to barge in here." he laughs, trying to lighten the mood a little, but he sees that it doesn't do much.
"hey, look at me," he urges, tilting your jaw so you're making eye contact with him. "i promise you, it's going to be fine. we'll work this out," he assures you.
"i just have one question," he starts again, "do you still love me?"
you swallow, hard because yes, of course you still love him, but would he even forgive you for leaving him? it wasn't exactly your fault, but you feel guilty about it anyway.
he waits patiently for your answer, keeping the eye contact between you two as you respond.
“well… yes?” you say hesitantly, scared of his reaction. he wouldn't throw you out of the house or something, he's definitely not the type to, but it's still nerve-wracking: confessing your feelings to him all over again.
he smiles softly at your answer, leaning in a little. "so you wouldn't mind if i did this, right?" despite having some clue on what he's about to do, you raise an eyebrow before he gently presses his lips against yours.
your eyes close at the familiar contact, god, you missed this. it’s short and sweet, wonwoo breaks the kiss before you become too engrossed in his lips.
“well? don’t leave me hanging,” you pout. he thinks for a moment, trying to figure what you’re talking about before he makes a noise of realization.
“i love you too, was the kiss not enough to say that?”
you smile at him; he smiles back. yes, you just ran away from your wedding and people are probably looking all over the place for you, but who cares? certainly not you.
“let’s get married,” he suddenly decides, “we’re already dressed for the occasion anyway. you think the venue is still open?” you know he’s probably joking, but you look at him and seriously consider his suggestion.
“wait… maybe it is. let’s go check!” you bounce off the couch, dragging wonwoo with you. “wait, y/n, you’re not wearing any shoes!” he shouts after you.
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“you really forgot my address? it’s been the same for years, y/n.”
“what? so i spent all that money on mingyu for no reason?”
“ah, so that’s the emergency fund he used to go to france.”
🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, mentions of thunderstorms, kissing, skinship, seokmin calls reader baby, reader calls seokmin by his nicknames, soft seokmin hours, just really fluffy
🤍 summary, you hated thunderstorms—thankfully, seokmin was just in time to comfort you.
🤍 author's note, tornado warnings are going off at the moment of writing this so...i can relate to what's happening in this fic 😭 i hate hate hate thunderstorms but we ball anyways!! this too shall pass 🙏 anyways enjoy lyrnation!
🤍 now playing, headliner (seventeen)
🤍 word count, 1.1k | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net
as the rain beat harder on the windows of your bedroom, your body tensed up with fear as the sky lit up brightly with lighting, thunder coming soon after and shaking the ground with its intensity.
it was a saturday night, and the whole day hadn't been the best for you: not only did you mess up your chance to cook your sweet boyfriend, seokmin, a nice breakfast, but your friend had canceled her plans to visit you and you had been asked by your boss to up in ten more extra hours next week—ruining the idea you had of taking seokmin out on a date.
and now, to top it all off, thunderstorm warnings sounded off on your phone, and one was approaching your apartment.
another intense shake of your house brought you back to the present, and you felt the hair on your neck stand up as fear gripped your body. you hated thunderstorms—the loudness of it all terrified you, and your mind seemed to go to the worst places when thunder was present.
suddenly, your phone rang, and you stared down at it to see your boyfriend's contact light up the screen—seokmin was calling you, probably to make sure you were okay. you let a sigh of relief fall past your lips, picking up the call quickly.
"seokmin, hi.." you sigh out the greeting breathlessly, and seokmin sighs with the same tone you do, responding with a relieved "hey, baby."
"are you doing okay? i know the thunder's getting bad now, and i keep getting thunderstorm warnings in my notifications..." seokmin's voice has a constant hint of worry as he speaks. your heart softens, so grateful to know seokmin's worried about you just as much as you're concerned about him.
"i'm doing the best i can. the thunder isn't my favorite thing, but you know—" you pause to laugh, hoping it convinces seokmin as you fidget with the strings of seokmin's hoodie you were wearing. "i'll make it eventually. i always do."
seokmin laughs at your response, sighing again as you hear a clicking sound in the background. "don't worry, baby—i'm on my way home now. i'm sorry i had to be out so late."
"no, no, seok—don't apologize. it's okay. i'm just happy to know you're coming home. i really need you right now." you say with a wince, ears ringing after the loud bang of thunder outside. seokmin sighs, a smile behind his voice as he replies with a soft "i know. i need you too."
bidding your goodbyes after you catch up with seokmin a little bit more, you let yourself bundle up in the blankets of your massive bed, awaiting seokmin's return.
the sound of a door closing downstairs stirs you from your sleep, and you listen to the shuffling of feet and the continuous sound of rain against the glass of the windows. too sluggish to move from your position, you listen quietly to the sounds surrounding you, breathing deeply as another thunderclap sounds in the distance.
stairs creak under your boyfriend's weight as he cracks open the door to your bedroom, and you smile as you hear the shuffling around your room and smell the familiar scent of seokmin's cologne.
"hey, baby. are you awake?" seokmin asks quietly, a few feet away from you. you nod, shuffling under the covers as you push them away from your face.
"hi, baby. god, i'm so happy to be able to put my hands on you. i missed you so much," seokmin's smile is glorious as he approaches you, squatting down to his knees as he brushes your hair away from your face with his slender fingers.
"are you doing okay? do i need to get you anything?" seokmin asks softly, staring into your eyes as you shake your head, clearing your throat. "i'm doing fine. i accidentally fell asleep while waiting for you to come home—i'm sorry, min."
"baby, don't apologize. i'm glad you fell asleep—you need some rest." seokmin smiles, kissing you softly as his sharp nose bumps yours. "let me take a quick shower, and then i'll get in bed with you, yeah?"
"okay," you smile, letting seokmin cradle your face in his palm before he kisses you again, making a little 'mwah' sound when he pulls away.
"i love you," seokmin says softly, staring at you with love in his eyes as you stare back, face warming up as you stare at seokmin's handsome features. "i love you too, seokmin. thank you for everything."
"of course, baby. i'll be in bed in a few minutes." seokmin gives you one more peck on the lips before standing up and disappearing into the bathroom, the door closing behind him as you let your eyes flutter shut once again.
a creak of the bed brings you to consciousness once more, and you sigh contently as seokmin slithers in behind you, firm body pressed against yours as you allow yourself to melt into him. seokmin sighs heavily behind you, the familiar scent of his deodorant melting into the cold air of the bedroom.
"i'm here, baby," seokmin whispers tenderly, kissing your neck softly as you sigh at the contact of his soft, plush lips on your skin. "i'm glad you are, seokkie. i missed you so bad today."
"awww, i missed you more." seokmin chuckles lowly, enamored with your clingy nature as you exhale, sinking deeper into your pillow.
"how was your day?" you ask seokmin, hands falling to seokmin's arms as they wrap protectively around your waist. he sighs, shuffling under the blankets for a moment before he answers you.
"it was good. tiring, but good—i got a lot of things done today, too, so...it's good for you and me. i can stay home tomorrow." seokmin smiles against your hair as he leans his head on top of yours, and you hum happily, too comfortable to speak in this moment.
"how about you, baby? how was your day?" seokmin asks, and you sigh heavily, allowing yourself to finally vent all of your frustrations from the past day to him.
"and then, to top it all off, this awful thunderstorm." you finish your rant, out of breath as the thunder rolls outside once again. seokmin had been taking such good care of you, you had even forgotten there was still a thunderstorm going on.
"baby, i'm so sorry." seokmin sighs, tone matching yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "that did sound like a really rough day. i wish i was here with you."
"it's okay. i have you here with me now, and it erased all the bad things that happened earlier today, so....thank you." you say, and seokmin kisses the tip of your ear, smiling against it as he nibbles at your earlobe, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.
"of course. i love you so much, baby. i'm so glad you're mine." seokmin whispers softly, tenderly kissing your neck as you start to fall asleep, smiling as you quietly reply.
"i love you too, seokmin. i'm glad i'm yours, too."
"what are you doing?" you ask groggily, feeling someone slip into your bed and wrap their arms around you. it could be anyone, seeing as all the members know each other's passwords to their apartments, and maybe you should be more worried. but you already know who it is, smelling mingyu's shampoo as he nuzzles into your neck. "missed you," is all he says, sighing when you run your hand through his hair. "we just saw each other a couple hours ago, no?", you ask. it's true; you all had team dinner after practice and then you went home to shower and take a well needed nap. "a couple hours too long ago," he argues back, lifting his head to give you a chaste kiss on your jaw.
you smile and tilt your head down to kiss him properly. he instinctively raises his hand to hold your face gently, deepening the kiss. your hands wander, brushing down his neck and landing on his shoulders. he pushes you over so he's hovering over you. "gyu, we have practice tomorrow," you warn quietly, knowing you wouldn't stop him anyway. he chuckles, "who says i'm going to do anything?" he asks innocently- oh no, you think before mingyu flops on top of you. "mingyu! you're heavy!" you yell. he hums, simply laying on your chest as you squirm under him, giggling when you give up and mumble something along the lines of you'll never let him kiss you again (which is a total lie). "you wouldn't," he dramatically pouts, "i did all of wonwoo hyung's laundry so he'd let me come here."
"he didn't let you?" you question. "he says he hates it when i come back late, something about how the front door bothers him in his sleep." he mumbles, closing his eyes. you sigh as you watch sleep take over him. "can you at least move off of me? i wasn't joking when i said you're heavy" mingyu complies, rolling off of you before caging you back in his arms. you savor the moment, listening to mingyu's quiet breathing while he's wrapped around you. you honestly don't know how you managed to pull this guy.
"you know i love you, right?" mingyu's voice breaks through your thoughts. you hum, "mhm, i love you too, gyu" you can practically feel him smile before he kisses the top of your head softly and you let the warm feeling captivate you into sleep.
