not me dipping off the face of the earth 😭😭 sorry guys just wait a little longer !!! last couple of weeks has been hectic and i havent been able to get any writing for this blog in !!! ill get to your requests soon enough!!!
i might update the masterlist and the way i format the written works for the flower shop like next week or something! i don't really like how it looks currently .... like it's cute but it's not exactly what i envisioned yknow
Was wondering if you can make a baby's breath wrapped in Grey tied with ribbon and paid by Jun pls! (Also can u make it like they're in the acting industry pls if not it's ok!)
Hope you stay safe and healthy journey you gave a great day or night
HI HIIII thank you so much (づ￣ 3￣)づ have a great week ahead of u pookie <3
genre: fluff, childhood friends (not yet lovers but it's implied you have feelings for him), actors au
requested: yes
the chemistry was undeniable between the two of you. that was what everyone on the production crew had said, passing by or after a rather successful shoot. you'd gotten used to hearing the compliment, hoping that you would look good with junhui on screen considering how long you've known him for. you definitely hoped there was chemistry since you and junhui have worked together since you were little, running around the set and chasing each other dressed up as the younger versions of characters or as the child siblings to the leads. your childhood had encompassed the set lights, scripts and lines you held tightly in your sleeping hands and junhui.
your co-star had always brought this youthful playfulness and curiosity around with him, a magnetic sort-of pull you can't just escape from and have grown familiar with over time. from shows to movies, background character roles to your first lead role, he's seen it all with you. he had always held your hand underneath the spotlight, in front of all the flashing cameras, a smile on his face as he does so.
so whenever someone, a fan or someone from the crew or another long time friend of yours would compliment you two on that spark you seem to share, you gleamed with pride. you knew junhui like the back of your own hand at this point, silly faces, shared glances and secrets put out in the open on late nights going over lines with him. you could even pinpoint the exact moment he gets an idea for a small prank on set, dragging you along with him for the thrill, running away from the stylists looking for the two of you, panic in their voices as they pass the dark closet you've hid away in.
junhui giggles from next to you, a catlike grin on his face that you could imagine even with the lack of light. it reminds you of when you were younger; the adrenaline running through your veins, the quiet laughter that bubbles up and overflows between the two of you, even the way he held your hand. except you are both older now, and it's getting a little hard to ignore the way your heart searches for him even in a sea of people, even now in the cramped closet, pressed up to his side.
"you're devious, wen junhui," you state, unable to suppress the grin on your face. you're a little out of breath, bumping your shoulder with his lightly.
"you say that when you made it worse," he retorts, speaking quickly like he has a lot to get out of his system. "i mean, the balloons? that's not something someone innocent would think of."
"where do you think i got that idea from, hm?" you giggle, remembering the meme junhui showed you two days ago. your laughter dies down. he shuffles around to put his ear to the door. "...do you think they gave up on finding us?"
and with perfect comedic timing, one of your older co-stars opens the door, her fur covered costume decorated with balloons sticking to her body. she has a scowl on her face, hands on her hips as the two of you smile awkwardly. "this has your names written all over it," she says, opening the door wider to let the two of you out. "you're lucky the pair of you are cute together when you're giggling like this."
it's a good thing you're a good actor, pretending those words don't do anything to your heart comes to you like second nature. he walks out of the closet first, looking back with a hand outreached for you even when you didn't need any help stepping out of a closet. you still thank him anyway, mind going a million miles a minute when his touch lingers longer than it probably should.
genre: fluff, established (secret) relationship, forced proximity, secret relationship, idol au
requested: yes
"don't you think you were getting a little too close tonight?" you ask, a hand on your hip as you face the man himself. you shift your weight onto your right foot, tapping impatiently while he looks at you with that smug, lazy smile you'd grown to fall in love with. though your tone was cold, he knew the look behind your eyes, feistier than a feral cat. he's always liked that about you, that nerve and grit. jeonghan barely holds himself back, eyes peering down both sides of the hallway before he enters your hotel room.
the two of you were the mc's for tonight's award show, announcing the program and performances, giving out awards to other idol groups, and giving out an award to his group. it was the highlight of both of your nights. you couldn't lie if you said you didn't love the way he looked when he showed up to receive the daesang from your hands. that suit, the makeup, the way his hair fell perfectly around his face, and the immense pride radiating off the two of you, exchanging smiles that held a secret your fans were practically clueless to.
he still recalls the way your fingers lingered a second too long on the award before letting go, the way you smiled at him, eyes shining with welling tears that you blinked away as quickly as they came, and the way you ran backstage, calling his name right before he was about to perform. heavens, you could tell he barely held himself back from upsetting the makeup artists and kissing you for good luck. you only rolled your eyes and offered a flying kiss instead, running back to a different part of the backstage for your cue.
it was a little like torture, seeing you shine so brightly underneath the spotlight and only being able to watch from his spot in the stands. but you're here now, flicking his forehead while you pout.
you always had that sort of spunk to you that perfectly complements his low energy allure. and it shines brightly when you plop yourself on your bed and reach out for him. "they won't know," comes his reply, approaching you and the bed and sitting next to you. you roll your eyes and he laughs.
"so you haven't seen twitter yet?" he shrugs, going to reach for his phone from his pocket. "there are a lot of fans talking about us tonight."
"who wouldn't? we're hot together," he replies, scrolling through a couple of the tweets and messages he's received from his members about the matter. just the standard fandom freakout, putting clips that are barely believable together, but he's got to admit that both of your fandoms are smarter than he gave them credit for.
"jeonghan! we could've been found out!" your voice is complaining but the way you hook your chin on his shoulder and wrap your arms around his torso tells him you find it just as amusing as he does. jeonghan shuts off his phone and leaves it on the nightstand.
"but we weren't. and i got the biggest award of my lifetime presented to me by my gorgeous partner, and got to stay by your side the entire night. so, like, we win in two ways, basically." he smiles at you, kissing the corner of your lips. ugh, he knows you too well.
"you're right…" you sigh in defeat. "and we looked really hot while doing so."
hey eishi! Do you think you can arrange a bouquet of lavender, tulips and snapdragon with orange wrapping and if possible grey? as well, finish it with a ribbon pleaseee! You can send the bill to Mingyu hehe 💐
btw! This idea is sooo cute and so creative, I can’t wait to read more of your works heh 🫶🏻🫶🏻
HIII thank you so much for ordering!! i'm glad you think this is really cute. i love getting prompts and requests and sometimes having something like the catalogue helps out! ehe
anyway, i had fun writing this! you can find your request here !
edit: i just realized this was supposed to come with snapdragons (fake dating). i am SO sorry i missed that part of the order 🙏
tags: fluff, domestic, forced proximity, roommates au, office au
requested: yes
this wasn't exactly an ideal situation to be in. your home had run into some issues with the pipes and the landlord was getting it fixed but you had to move out for a couple of weeks. you took your necessities, packed them in a dusty duffle bag you swore you'd use for gym one day, and moved out for the time being. you didn't really know where to stay either, dreading to move into an inn because that's already more money spent than you could afford this month.
thankfully, your work friend (and honestly, a little bit of a work crush but nothing's gonna happen with it ever!) had offered the extra room in his apartment to you. mingyu had reasoned well; it would be easier to get to the office, you wouldn't have to stay in a strange place, you both knew each other well enough so you two aren't strangers. you couldn't be grateful enough to have a roof over your head, so the next morning, when all the exhaustion of packing had left your body, you got up early to cook the both of you breakfast before he drives the two of you to work.
you set to work in the kitchen, rummaging around to cook some pancakes for the two of you. you knew mingyu was a better cook than you, judging from all the fancy spices stored in a rack and all the bottles of whatever it is kept neatly in the cupboards, but you still wanted to try. humming away, you whisked the last of the batter. the pan was already heating up and the grumbling of your stomach tells you you can barely wait any longer for breakfast. pouring it carefully, the sizzle of the batter touching the pan somehow brings you joy.
as you finish up cooking through the last of the bowl, the coffee machine going off, you hear heavy footsteps padding your way. "good morning, gyu!" your cheery voice reaches mingyu's ears, the delectable scent of buttery pancakes and coffee wafting throughout the apartment waking him up.
you plate up the last of the pancakes, turning off the stove and turning around to set them on the table when your eyes widen in surprise. oh! he's…
so, you learned something new about mingyu. which is that… he sleeps without a shirt on. and you know that now, as he stands shirtless before you– oh my god, you knew he was attractive but you didn't know the dress shirt and tie combo he wears every day for work hid all of that underneath it. blood rushes to your cheeks, pink blooming across your skin, unable to take your eyes away from the sight in front of you. you should really look away now. like now. you're still unable to look away. mingyu sleepily rubs away any sleep from his eyes, spotting the way you freeze with the plate of pancakes in hand.
"oh, g'mornin'," he slurs, sleep still laced in his voice.
"morning!" you repeat, voice squeaking on the last syllable. get a hold of yourself! "i made us some pancakes for breakfast. hungry?" you finally manage to tear your eyes away, busying yourself with setting up the table and trying really hard to not look at your current roommate.
"mm, very." the deep voice does nothing to quell the butterflies in your stomach– why are there butterflies?! "i'll wash up first and i'll join you."
mingyu walks away, leaving you alone at the table with your thoughts, and the butterflies, can't forget about them. so, yeah, this really wasn't an ideal situation. so, maybe you didn't think it through when he first offered because his toothy little grin was entrancing you, maybe you were a little distracted by the panic and the way his genuine concern and offer warmed your heart, and maybe it actually is a little more than a work crush at this point. but it's a little too late to back out when your bathroom products were already in the guest bathroom and you've got no one else to turn to that lives even remotely as close as mingyu's apartment is.
yeah! definitely! mingyu comes back, disrupting you from your train of thought, thankfully with a shirt on this time. he smells like the aftershave you've caught a whiff of a couple of times when he leans over to check the data on your laptop. your heart skips a couple of beats as he flashes that toothy grin at you, sleep all washed away.
"thank you for the food!" he says, and suddenly all your worries wash away too.
pacing myself cause i'm a little bit burnt out! so there's only one post tonight and tomorrow <3
i'm super excited abt the new comeback though! those new burstday concept photos grabbed my attention and i heard the highlight medley was really cool!!!
tags: angst, fluff, fake dating, college au (sorry this was a bit more angst than fluff....)
requested: yes
you had one rule that you followed, kept it to yourself mostly, even when the two of you were negotiating the "contract" (which really just was a piece of test paper you used the back of to write on) and terms of your… situation, to put it lightly. that rule was to never fall in love with the person you aren't really dating: yoon jeonghan. you didn't want to be part of the clichés that came with the territory. and it was going fine! you got to find out what it's like to have a romantic partner, and jeonghan's fanclub on campus slowly stopped bothering him — you both got something out of this arrangement!
it was all fine until one night when you both were attending one of his best friend's parties. you felt in the deepest pit in your stomach that something was going to happen, which was why you were so reluctant to go, but he managed to convince you with smooth words and playful smiles. curse you, yoon jeonghan, you think as you storm out of the bathroom, eyes scanning the living room and the crowd.
you spot him somehow, in the dim lighting, bathed in color from the lights overhead. the music was blaring as loud as the heart beating in your ribcage as you stood there, frozen. you had one rule but you knew that as he turned around, eyes seemingly searching for something in the area (there's a small bit of hope sparking that he's looking for you) that you had broken it.
but how could you be at fault here when he was way too good at this? at making your heart thump wildly against its cage, at playing the part you had asked him to play. you stared, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your gaze lingers on him, noticing the two red plastic cups in his hand when he turns around to talk to his friends. you knew one of the cups was for you, and you didn't even need to ask for it. you never realized before how easy it was, for him to slip into the role, for you to act the part, how natural it all felt, like pieces of a puzzle coming together. or those lego sets you knew he loved to put together. he had even made you join in once, and it was one of the most relaxing nights you'd had.
you never realized before how jeonghan had made you feel, when it was so easy to paint it over with the label of fake dating. but when had it become so real?
your heart twists in it's cage, restless and yearning, knowing what you two have could never be real; what he calls you, the way he holds your hand around your friends and family, the stories he'd share— worst of all, the way he looks at you, like you've lit up the room with just your presence.
jeonghan's way too good at acting. he's a natural.
you calm your thumping heart, shaking off the sudden nerves that held on to you with an icy grip. you made your way through the crowd, eyes set on him like it was your final lifeline. and when the crowd parts, revealing you— and you observe, catching the moment— there it is again: that slow turn, his eyes scanning quickly before landing on your figure and lighting up like fireworks in the night sky, smile quickly blooming. jeonghan calls for you like it's second nature and you take your place by his side. he hands you your cup, tucking you into his side all the while never breaking from the conversation he was having until his friend left.
"you okay?" he asks, genuine worry laced in his tone. "you wanna get out of here?"
you don't know how much longer you could last at this party anyway, so you nod, downing the last of your drink before you take his hand and make your way to the door. he drives, letting you put on your music before pulling up at a drive-thru, getting something for him and your favorite order too.
you don't know how much longer you could last with this arrangement. since your realization you suddenly want it to become real, or to break it off to save yourself from the heartbreak. but you can give yourself this, one last night where he treats you to ice cream, holds your hand, walks you home and kisses you goodnight even if there's no one looking.
white (since it's an arranged marriage, he's the heir of the biggest tech company, and i am the heir of a mid sized development company i hope it makes sense)
tie it with ribbon
"i can't stand the thought of you are not sleeping beside me."
song: love me not - ravyn lenae
joshua hong
thank you for your work ! 💕
hi anonnie! thank you so much for ordering! i listened to the song and try to incorporate the vibes as much as i could, great listen!
tags: fluff, established relationship, honeymoon, arranged marriage au, ceo au (you guys are ceos/heirs in the tech industry)
requested: yes
joshua didn't think that love was for him, not when he had such a busy schedule to follow as the ceo of one of the renowned tech companies. he knew of love. he knew love that showered him with praise when he brought home achievements and then titles from articles written about him, knew love that followed him and celebrated his highs and lows through the form of a drink or a cake, knew love that was warm and surrounded him whenever and wherever.
but he never knew a love like this.
and to be honest, he never thought he would have gotten the chance to. when his parents first brought up the topic of arranged marriages, showing him profiles of candidates that could suit him (or more specifically, make their empire stronger), he was susceptible. he wasn't exactly willing. he didn't think he needed more when everything he's ever wanted was already in the palm of his hand.
then he met you. or rather, he saw your picture on the photo of a news article he was reading, remembered your name from one of the profiles his parents had shown him a week before, remembered your rise in the industry. joshua decided to take a chance, to get to know you better over dinner. over time he learned more about you, how you work, your shared hobbies, your ticks and your little habits. he, in turn, opened up to you, fell in love, and eventually, it lead to marrying you. and now here, on a balcony with a great view.
so, no, joshua didn't know love until he met you. he approaches you on the balcony, two steaming cups of tea in his hands and he sets one down on the little glass table. "thinking hard?" he asks, already taking a sip from his mug.
"just appreciating the view," you quip, taking a seat on top of his lap and snuggling close, careful not to jostle the tea. he takes a moment, watching you bathed in the rays of the sunset, gorgeously glowing, ethereal and unreal. joshua wonders how he was able to go so long without knowing you.
"want to know what i'm thinking?" he asks, leaning closer and closer until your lips are just a breath away.
you giggle, "what?"
"i can't stand the thought of you not sleeping beside me." the corners of your eyes crinkle, your laugh booming and his heart swells. "no, i'm saying that… i used to sleep pretty well before we met you, but now, i find myself missing you every moment you're not beside me." he pecks your lips, relishing in the sunset and the sound of your laughter.
"want to know what i'm thinking now?" you ask, and joshua would do anything to know your thoughts. he nods, love swelling in his chest. you visibly melt in his arms, smile stretching from ear to ear. "the exact same thing."
me writing my second jeonghan order for this flower shop event is insane I GET SO WORDY WHEN IT COMES TO HIM???? why do i miss him so much ITS DRIVING ME INSANEEEEE hannie come home <///33
me writing my second jeonghan order for this flower shop event is insane I GET SO WORDY WHEN IT COMES TO HIM???? why do i miss him so much ITS DRIVING ME INSANEEEEE hannie come home <///33
genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, parents au
requested: yes
you scream within an inch of your life when you see something– a shadowy figure– looming over from your bedroom's doorway. soonyoung shoots up from his side of the bed, arm tightening around your lower torso and leaning forward as if to protect you. he reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, flicking it on. the light barely illuminates the figure in the doorway; short, slightly slouching, and dragging some fabric on the floor.
"oh, cub…" you were the first to speak, patting your husbands hand to let you free. he obliges, rubbing away some sleep to see clearly. you laugh when you see your son do the same, truly like his father.
"c'mere baby," soonyoung is the second to say something, patting the space that's barely in between the two of you but the moment you hear the pitter patter of your kid's feet, you immediately make space for him. "d'you have a nightmare?" he reaches down and pulls your son up on the bed, his little tiger themed blanket following him like a tail. soonyoung groans loudly as he does so. your little boy is getting heavier and growing bigger as days pass. it makes your heart swell.
you run a soothing hand through his hair, cooing as he nods. "do you wanna talk about it, cub?" you ask, frowning when he shakes his head vigorously and grips his blanket tighter. "that's okay. you just want cuddles?"
"can i?" his little voice shoots arrows through both of your hearts. he sounded so scared. you leaned down to kiss him on the top of his head, tucking him in between the both of you properly. your husband even adjusts the way his blanket drapes over him, making sure the plush tiger head is close to your son's cheek, just the way he likes it.
"of course, you can cub!" soonyoung sleepily exclaims, lying back down so your son could follow suit. and he does, because he idolizes his father a lot. and you know that since you caught them dancing in the living room together, since you see the stars in your little boys eyes as he followed the way his father speaks or acts, laughing at the silly pranks they pull on you. it's the best thing in the world. your husband wraps an arm around your son, snuggling close the same way he had done to you before you were both awoken from slumber. they both look up at you expectantly, their round eyes twinkling under the dim lamp lighting.
you follow soonyoung, squealing weakly as you try to wrap an arm around the two of them, squishing your son in a little sandwich before the both of you press a big kiss on his cheek, getting him to giggle before the three of you drift off to sleep.
and if you get up in the morning with a bit of a sore back because both of your boys are kickers, then you don't mind that much if it means they're both getting a good night's sleep.
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