oneshot | fem!reader | dream-like au | lowercase intended | wc: ~1.1k
warnings: emotional whiplash, abrupt waking, angst (?)
a/n: this was born from a very vivid dream that refused to leave me alone. no logic, just feeling. read this like a memory you’re not sure actually happened. ♡
the hallway felt quieter than it should’ve been. not empty—just hushed, like the world had lowered its volume without asking.
you were supposed to be somewhere else. the classroom, maybe. the faculty room. somewhere practical.
but you followed the pull anyway.
there were a few people gathered near the front, their voices overlapping softly, excitement restrained like it hadn’t fully loaded yet. they shifted aside without you asking, as if you belonged there more than you realized.
and then you saw him.
taesan stood behind the barrier—metal bars, wide enough for hands, for pauses, for moments that shouldn’t last too long. he was smiling, not hurried, not distant. just… present.
his eyes met yours immediately.
“hello,” he said, like he’d been waiting. “what's your name?”
you smiled before answering, your elbows resting against the bars. “y/n.”
he nodded once, thoughtful. “suits you.” his hand reached through without hesitation, fingers wrapping around yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. warm. steady. grounding.
you weren’t nervous. you weren’t trying to impress him. you just talked. about nothing important. about things that didn’t need remembering. until the crowd grew louder. closer. realer. his fingers tightened once, briefly—then let go. and just like that, the moment slipped away.
you’re back where you’re supposed to be. at least, you think you are.
the room is louder now—chairs scraping, papers stacked wrong, decorations half-finished and leaning like they might collapse if someone breathes too hard. you move through it with purpose, hands busy, mind somewhere else.that’s when you feel it.
not a sound. not a voice. just the unmistakable sense of being looked at. you glance up while climbing the stairs and there he is—framed by a door that isn’t fully closed, light spilling out behind him like the room itself wants him seen.
taesan. he doesn’t wave. doesn’t call your name. he just looks at you, still and quiet, like he’s afraid the moment will shatter if he moves.
you break eye contact first. not because you don’t want to look—but because you’re aware now. of walls. of people. of stories that could be made out of nothing.
you tell yourself it’s fine. you’re busy. you have somewhere to be.
when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your chest feels lighter. emptier.
you realize too late that you forgot something upstairs. of course you did. when you turn back, the hallway feels narrower than before, like the dream is closing in on itself. your steps echo louder than they should. you almost collide with him.
taesan is already moving, quick and distracted, like time suddenly remembered him. his hair is slightly messed up, his expression urgent—but when he sees you, everything pauses.
“hey,” he says, breathless. then, softer, “can you… write your name?”
you blink. “my name?”
he nods, already patting his pockets. “yeah. just—” he finds a pen, relief flashing across his face. “here.” there’s no paper.
you both realize it at the same time.for a second, neither of you move.
then you reach out without thinking, fingers wrapping gently around his wrist, pulling his arm closer like it’s the most natural solution in the world. his skin is warm.
the pen doesn’t work properly—ink refusing to appear, lines barely visible—but you write anyway. slowly. carefully. pressing just enough that the letters leave behind faint red marks instead. your name. on him. he watches the entire time, silent.
when you’re done, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath. “thank you,” he says, and this time it sounds heavier. like it means more than it should.
before you can ask why, he’s already moving again—down the stairs, disappearing before the moment can settle. you stare at the space he left behind, heart loud, mind blank.you wonder if anyone noticed. you wonder if it will matter.
you see him one last time that day. the sun is higher now, light slanting through windows at an angle that makes everything look softer, unreal. a van is parked just outside, engine humming quietly. you stop walking when you recognize him inside.
he notices you immediately. the door slides open before you can think, and suddenly you’re stepping in, the outside world muffled as it closes behind you.
it’s quiet in here. too quiet. he sits across from you, knees angled your way, eyes focused like you’re the only thing left to look at.
“I don’t know why,” he admits, voice low, almost shy. “but I keep noticing you.”
you smile, small. unsure. like this isn’t something you’re supposed to hear. he talks about his days—how they blur together, how schedules feel heavier lately. how some moments feel like they slip away before he can hold onto them.
“but you feel clear,” he says. “like I’m awake.” the van doesn’t move. time doesn’t either.and just when you think—maybe this is where it stays
his hand is warm when it finds yours. it’s grounding in a way nothing else has been—like this is the first moment that’s ever made sense. the van hums softly beneath you, the world outside reduced to motion and light you don’t need to look at. he says your name again. clearly. carefully.
and then—you jolt awake. your body reacts before your mind does, lungs dragging in air too fast, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape. you’re sitting up before you realize where you are.
your room is dark. quiet. too big. the walls feel farther apart than they were before, the ceiling higher, the space around you unfamiliar—like you’ve been dropped into a place you don’t fully belong in anymore. your hands are empty. no warmth. no pressure. nothing to hold onto.
you stare at the door for a long second, half-expecting it to slide open. half-expecting someone to say your name like they always have. no one does.
your phone lights up on the desk beside your bed.a notification.you don’t know why your chest tightens before you even read it.
BOYNEXTDOOR — Taesan Live ended 3 minutes ago.
your fingers move on instinct, clicking into the replay. he’s laughing at something off-camera, hair slightly messy, voice familiar in a way that hurts. he lifts his arm while talking—and you freeze.
faint red marks line his forearm.letters, barely visible now.almost healed. almost gone. your name. your breath catches.
the room feels impossibly silent. on the screen, he glances down at his arm for just a split second—so quick no one in the comments seems to notice. then he smiles again.like nothing happened. like he doesn’t remember. like maybe—you were the only one who woke up.
oneshot | fem!reader | dream-like au | lowercase intended | wc: ~1.1k
warnings: emotional whiplash, abrupt waking, angst (?)
a/n: this was born from a very vivid dream that refused to leave me alone. no logic, just feeling. read this like a memory you’re not sure actually happened. ♡
the hallway felt quieter than it should’ve been. not empty—just hushed, like the world had lowered its volume without asking.
you were supposed to be somewhere else. the classroom, maybe. the faculty room. somewhere practical.
but you followed the pull anyway.
there were a few people gathered near the front, their voices overlapping softly, excitement restrained like it hadn’t fully loaded yet. they shifted aside without you asking, as if you belonged there more than you realized.
and then you saw him.
taesan stood behind the barrier—metal bars, wide enough for hands, for pauses, for moments that shouldn’t last too long. he was smiling, not hurried, not distant. just… present.
his eyes met yours immediately.
“hello,” he said, like he’d been waiting. “what's your name?”
you smiled before answering, your elbows resting against the bars. “y/n.”
he nodded once, thoughtful. “suits you.” his hand reached through without hesitation, fingers wrapping around yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. warm. steady. grounding.
you weren’t nervous. you weren’t trying to impress him. you just talked. about nothing important. about things that didn’t need remembering. until the crowd grew louder. closer. realer. his fingers tightened once, briefly—then let go. and just like that, the moment slipped away.
you’re back where you’re supposed to be. at least, you think you are.
the room is louder now—chairs scraping, papers stacked wrong, decorations half-finished and leaning like they might collapse if someone breathes too hard. you move through it with purpose, hands busy, mind somewhere else.that’s when you feel it.
not a sound. not a voice. just the unmistakable sense of being looked at. you glance up while climbing the stairs and there he is—framed by a door that isn’t fully closed, light spilling out behind him like the room itself wants him seen.
taesan. he doesn’t wave. doesn’t call your name. he just looks at you, still and quiet, like he’s afraid the moment will shatter if he moves.
you break eye contact first. not because you don’t want to look—but because you’re aware now. of walls. of people. of stories that could be made out of nothing.
you tell yourself it’s fine. you’re busy. you have somewhere to be.
when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your chest feels lighter. emptier.
you realize too late that you forgot something upstairs. of course you did. when you turn back, the hallway feels narrower than before, like the dream is closing in on itself. your steps echo louder than they should. you almost collide with him.
taesan is already moving, quick and distracted, like time suddenly remembered him. his hair is slightly messed up, his expression urgent—but when he sees you, everything pauses.
“hey,” he says, breathless. then, softer, “can you… write your name?”
you blink. “my name?”
he nods, already patting his pockets. “yeah. just—” he finds a pen, relief flashing across his face. “here.” there’s no paper.
you both realize it at the same time.for a second, neither of you move.
then you reach out without thinking, fingers wrapping gently around his wrist, pulling his arm closer like it’s the most natural solution in the world. his skin is warm.
the pen doesn’t work properly—ink refusing to appear, lines barely visible—but you write anyway. slowly. carefully. pressing just enough that the letters leave behind faint red marks instead. your name. on him. he watches the entire time, silent.
when you’re done, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath. “thank you,” he says, and this time it sounds heavier. like it means more than it should.
before you can ask why, he’s already moving again—down the stairs, disappearing before the moment can settle. you stare at the space he left behind, heart loud, mind blank.you wonder if anyone noticed. you wonder if it will matter.
you see him one last time that day. the sun is higher now, light slanting through windows at an angle that makes everything look softer, unreal. a van is parked just outside, engine humming quietly. you stop walking when you recognize him inside.
he notices you immediately. the door slides open before you can think, and suddenly you’re stepping in, the outside world muffled as it closes behind you.
it’s quiet in here. too quiet. he sits across from you, knees angled your way, eyes focused like you’re the only thing left to look at.
“I don’t know why,” he admits, voice low, almost shy. “but I keep noticing you.”
you smile, small. unsure. like this isn’t something you’re supposed to hear. he talks about his days—how they blur together, how schedules feel heavier lately. how some moments feel like they slip away before he can hold onto them.
“but you feel clear,” he says. “like I’m awake.” the van doesn’t move. time doesn’t either.and just when you think—maybe this is where it stays
his hand is warm when it finds yours. it’s grounding in a way nothing else has been—like this is the first moment that’s ever made sense. the van hums softly beneath you, the world outside reduced to motion and light you don’t need to look at. he says your name again. clearly. carefully.
and then—you jolt awake. your body reacts before your mind does, lungs dragging in air too fast, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape. you’re sitting up before you realize where you are.
your room is dark. quiet. too big. the walls feel farther apart than they were before, the ceiling higher, the space around you unfamiliar—like you’ve been dropped into a place you don’t fully belong in anymore. your hands are empty. no warmth. no pressure. nothing to hold onto.
you stare at the door for a long second, half-expecting it to slide open. half-expecting someone to say your name like they always have. no one does.
your phone lights up on the desk beside your bed.a notification.you don’t know why your chest tightens before you even read it.
BOYNEXTDOOR — Taesan Live ended 3 minutes ago.
your fingers move on instinct, clicking into the replay. he’s laughing at something off-camera, hair slightly messy, voice familiar in a way that hurts. he lifts his arm while talking—and you freeze.
faint red marks line his forearm.letters, barely visible now.almost healed. almost gone. your name. your breath catches.
the room feels impossibly silent. on the screen, he glances down at his arm for just a split second—so quick no one in the comments seems to notice. then he smiles again.like nothing happened. like he doesn’t remember. like maybe—you were the only one who woke up.
I love your fic with leehan kisses!!! I need Taesans version 😽🥹
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ "taesan kisses💋"
' ╰┈ "kiss me beneath the milky twilight."
' '한동민 x reader
🎧ྀི 'ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kiss me (sixpence none the richer)
oneshot | fem!reader | established rs | lowercase intended | wc: 678
warnings: suggestive, making out, straddling (f), and a lot of kissing cuz duh.
a/n: im glad yall are enjoying my bnd kisses fanfic so far. enjoy this one ♡
you're slumped on the sofa, eyes glued to the tv screen as some mindless show plays out.
the lollipop in your mouth swirls lazily between your lips, cherry flavor bursting sweet on your tongue.
you've always had a thing for sweets—candies that stick to your teeth, cookies warm from the oven, fudgy brownies, and chocolates that melt just right.
it's no wonder taesan can't get enough of kissing you; every time his lips meet yours, he gets that rush from how damn sweet you taste.
he wanders in from the kitchen, a glass of pineapple juice in hand, the bright yellow liquid sloshing gently. "here, try this," he says softly, his voice warm like always.
you reach out without looking, fingers brushing his as you take the glass. a quick sip—tangy and refreshing—before you set it back on the coffee table, half-empty already.
the show's got you hooked, some dramatic twist unfolding.
taesan settles beside you, close enough that his warmth seeps into your side. his arm slips around your waist, hand sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest against your bare stomach. his palm is gentle, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.
you barely register it, too caught up in the episode, but it's comforting in that absent way.
a few minutes pass, and he reaches for the glass again. "c'mon, finish it," he murmurs, lifting it to your lips.
you shake your head slightly, still sucking on the lollipop. "i'm good.' but he's persistent, tilting the glass just enough that the juice touches your mouth. "just a little more." you relent, parting your lips as he tips it carefully, the liquid filling your mouth with its tropical bite.
"don't swallow yet," he whispers, eyes locking on yours now, dark and intent.
the juice sits there, cool against your tongue, and you feel a trickle escape, spilling just a bit over your lower lip.
taesan's gaze drops to it, and before you can react, he leans in. his tongue darts out, licking the droplet away with a slow, deliberate swipe.
then his mouth is on yours—soft at first, tasting the pineapple mingled with the faint cherry from your lollipop.
your lips tremble under his, the unexpected intimacy making your heart stutter. you can't hold it anymore. you swallow, the juice sliding down your throat.
that's all the invitation he needs. taesan deepens the kiss, his free hand cupping your jaw as his tongue slips past your lips, exploring with a hunger that's been building.
he groans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "god, you taste so good," he breathes between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip.
his hand on your stomach presses firmer, sliding up to trace the curve of your ribs, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your bra.
he loves every inch of you— the way your body yields to his touch, soft and warm. he pulls you closer, shifting so you're half in his lap, his other hand tangling in your hair to angle your head just right.
the tv playing forgotten in the background as his kisses turn heated, tongues dancing, breaths mingling.
he breaks away only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot just below your ear. "i could kiss you forever," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with affection. his fingers dip lower now, teasing the waistband of your pants, but he keeps it gentle, savoring the way you arch into him.
your sweetness isn't just in your mouth anymore; it's in the way you respond, melting under his hands, his mouth claiming you like you're his favorite treat.
he pulls back to look at you, eyes soft but burning. "you're perfect," he says, hand roaming back up to cup your breast fully, squeezing with just enough pressure to make you gasp. then he's kissing you again, deeper, his body pressing against yours on the sofa, lost in the heat of it all.
◞ ʚɞ cw phone sex, nudes, you both are gamers, and lowk losers, masterbation, perv sungho(?), dom sungho
internet boyfriend ! sungho who you met over valorant, subtly flirting with you as the game progressed.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who didn’t waste time asking for your discord, and a few other games for the night. (he got addicted to the sound of your voice instantly.)
internet boyfriend ! sungho who started crushing on you instantly but kept it a secret.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who asked you to play games almost every night to hear your pretty voice.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who muted his mic every time you yelled at a teammate, pumping his length with breathy moans. (He can’t help that your anger turns him on!!)
internet boyfriend ! sungho who was surprised when you confessed first. He watched you with wide eyes as you bit your finger out of nervousness.
nudes. he loves looking at your bare body, wishing he could touch you in person and make you feel good.
Instead he resorts to guiding you on call, with a sugary sweet tone that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
He gets so frustrated not being able to finger you himself, he bites his lip watching you pleasure yourself, wondering what sweet spots you have, where you’re most sensitive, he drives himself crazy.
Phone sex after a particularly bad game, you both are riled up and need to blow off some steam. What could be better than listening to your boyfriend groaning so prettily over the phone and watching his hair fall perfectly over his eyes as he works himself up?
internet boyfriend ! sungho who starts spoiling you like crazy. He sends you lingerie sets with the only condition that you send him a photo of you in it.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who teases you during a game, whispering dirty things into his microphone just as you’re trying to clutch a game. He loves seeing your character in game pause along with a shy “shut up” falling from your lips.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who adores matching profiles with you on discord. He also has your initial in his bio on all socials.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who begs you to meet up, how can you say no to your precious boyfriend?
and when he finally visits.. holy shit does he rock your world. His usual gentle demeanor vanishes as soon as your lips collide, his hands instantly kneading harshly into the fat of your hips.
fucks you like he’s in heat, heavily cursing under his breath as he stretches you out like nothing. Not being able to touch you for 5 long months drove him up the wall, of course he’s gonna relish every moment.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who fucks you till you cry but is such a loving partner outside of that, best thing valorant could’ve brought to you!
a/n : hey guys! some short headcanons while I work on reqs (sorry for the wait on some) love u all!
.ೃ࿔⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙december with seventeen‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
a/n: hey you! its december 15, 8 days before christmas ! updating this masterlist everyday for ot13 ig ! update starts tomorrow =]
warnings: none. just fluff in each chapter. so yeah ig anyone is allowed to read this :]
MASTERLIST SEVENTEEN X READER
c. seungcheol – snowman (sia)
tags: seungcheol x reader, seungcheol fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, snowman au, christmas love story, domestic fluff, bittersweet love, long distance relationship, happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes
genre: fluff, romance, holiday au, slice of life
warnings: mild emotional moments (bittersweet themes around distance), excessive cuteness and fluff (reader discretion advised), no major angst (just warm feelings and happy tears)
wc: 2757 (heh)
y. jeonghan – last christmas (ariana grande)
tags: jeonghan x reader, jeonghan fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, ex au, christmas love story, fluff, bittersweet love, exes to lovers(?), happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes. kisses (mwuah)
genre: romance, fluff, christmas, holiday au, slice of life, really mild angst
warnings: none (it’s pretty wholesome, so unless you have themes of anxiety or past trauma you have with past relationships, there should be no need for any major warnings)
wc: 3050 (xp)
h. joshua – mistletoe (justin bieber)
tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes
genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments)
wc: 3702
w. junhui – baby it’s cold outside (michael bublé)
tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love
genre: fluff, romance
warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter
wc: 2859
k. soonyoung – you make it feel like christmas (gwen stefani, blake shelton)
j. wonwoo – santa baby (ariana grande)
l. jihoon – i’ll be home for christmas (michael bublé)
l. seokmin – this christmas (chris brown)
k. mingyu – santa tell me (ariana grande)
x. minghao – santa doesn’t know you like i do (sabrina carpenter)
b. seungkwan – santa, can’t you hear me (kelly clarkson, ariana grande)
c. vernon – all i want for christmas is you (mariah carey)
l. chan – winter things (ariana grande)
a/n: it's a december event until the 24th! (christmas eve) exactly 8 days before christmas. (this is more like my countdown lol) i hope yall look forward to it :]
thank you and happy early christmas greetings mwuah. xoxo
december with seventeen ! 4/13
tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love
genre: fluff, romance
warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter
wc: 2859
a/n: OHMYGODDDD MOON JUNHUI IS THE CUTEST THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE ONE SO FARRR AAAA 4/13 WHAT !! PLAY BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE BY MICHAEL BUBLE RN !!
it had started innocently enough — a movie night at junhui's apartment, nothing too out of the ordinary. you had bundled up in your thickest coat, determined to brave the snowy streets for a little midweek escape. when you arrived, junhui greeted you with his signature grin, the kind that made your heart skip in a way you didn't care to analyze too deeply.
"come in, come in, it's freezing out there," he said, ushering you inside before you could even finish stomping the snow off your boots. the warmth of his apartment was immediate and inviting, a stark contrast to the biting wind outside. it smelled like cinnamon, likely from the candles he always forgot to blow out.
"so," you began, shrugging off your coat, "what's the lineup tonight?"
junhui scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "uh, i kinda figured we'd just pick something. you know, depending on the vibe."
"the vibe?" you echoed, amused. "all right, let's set the vibe, then."
the two of you settled on some lighthearted rom-com, the kind neither of you would remember the plot of by the end of the night. but it didn't matter. junhui handed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and as the snowstorm picked up outside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you.
"you're really gonna head back out in this?" junhui asked after a while, nodding toward the window. the snow was falling harder now, blanketing the streets in a thick, sparkling layer.
"probably," you replied, though your resolve was already weakening. "i can't exactly stay the night, jun."
"why not?" he countered, his tone light but his eyes holding a glint of something more. "it's cold, it's dangerous, and..." he trailed off, lips quirking up in a playful smirk. "i make a pretty great breakfast, you know."
you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile. "junhui, i'll be fine. it's just snow."
"just snow?" he feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "you wound me. have you even seen how bad it's getting out there?"
as if on cue, the wind howled, rattling the windows. you glanced outside and frowned. okay, maybe it was a little worse than you'd thought. but staying over? that was a line you weren't sure you were ready to cross.
"seriously, it's fine," junhui said, his voice softer now. "i have an extra blanket, the couch is super comfy. or," he added with a teasing grin, "you could always just share the bed with me."
"in your dreams," you shot back, tossing a pillow at him.
"hey, i'm just saying," he laughed, catching it easily. "the option's there."
the movie continued, but you found it harder to focus. junhui's presence was too distracting — the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, how he leaned closer whenever he made a joke, the sound of his laugh when you couldn't help but laugh with him. it all felt too easy, too natural, and it scared you just a little.
"i guess i could stay for a little while longer," you conceded eventually, the words tasting sweeter than they should have. junhui's smile in response was almost enough to make you forget the snowstorm entirely.
"that's the spirit," he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. "but just so you know, i'm totally winning you over with my amazing hospitality."
"we'll see about that," you replied, though you both knew the truth. he already had.
junhui grinned, setting down his mug on the coffee table as he turned to face you. "so," he began, eyes glinting mischievously, "since you're staying a little longer, what should we do next?"
"you mean besides watch the movie we both stopped paying attention to?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.
"oh, come on," junhui said, shifting closer. "it's not even that good. besides, i've got a better idea."
before you could ask what he meant, a pillow collided softly with your shoulder. you blinked, stunned for a moment, before narrowing your eyes at him. "did you just..."
"hey, you looked like you needed a little excitement," junhui said, holding up another pillow with a mock-innocent expression. "so, what's it gonna be? surrender, or fight back?"
"junhui," you warned, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
"no escape now," he teased, tossing the second pillow your way. you caught it midair, the determination in your eyes making him laugh. "oh, you're gonna regret that," you said, clutching the pillow tightly.
and then it was chaos.
you swung the pillow, narrowly missing his head as he ducked and retaliated with a gentle thwack to your side. feathers flew as the cushions on the couch became collateral damage, and the sound of laughter filled the room. junhui was quick on his feet, darting behind the couch for cover, but you were relentless, launching an ambush that had him yelping in surprise.
"alright, alright! truce!" he called out, raising his hands in mock surrender as you advanced, pillow in hand.
"that's what i thought," you said triumphantly, lowering your weapon. but the moment you turned your back, junhui struck again, the soft impact of the pillow catching you off guard.
"you're the worst!" you exclaimed, spinning around to chase him as he laughed, doubling over and barely dodging your swings.
"okay, okay, now i'm really calling a truce," he said, collapsing onto the couch with his hands up. you eyed him suspiciously but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face.
"you better not be lying," you said, plopping down next to him, breathless from the impromptu battle. your hair was slightly mussed, and junhui reached out, gently brushing away a stray feather clinging to your sweater.
"you're cute when you're mad," he said, his voice softer now, the teasing tone replaced with something warmer.
"and you're insufferable," you replied, though there was no real bite to your words. the room felt quieter now, the only sounds the muffled wind outside and the distant hum of the movie credits rolling.
junhui's gaze lingered on you, his expression softening. "but you're staying, right?" he asked, almost hesitant.
you smiled, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "yeah, i'm staying."
junhui let out a soft laugh, leaning back against the couch as you both caught your breath from the pillow fight. his cheeks were tinged pink, though you couldn't tell if it was from the exertion or something else entirely. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, you forgot about the snowstorm outside.
"you're really something else," junhui murmured, his voice low and fond.
"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning to face him.
he shrugged, his expression softening. "just... you. you're always so much fun to be around. even when you're pelting me with pillows."
"well, someone had to keep you in check," you teased, but your voice wavered slightly under the weight of his gaze. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now, something that made your stomach flip.
"you know," junhui said, shifting closer, "i kind of wish every night could be like this."
you blinked, your heart racing as his words hung in the air. "jun, what are you..."
he reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the couch. "stay," he said softly. "not just because of the snow. stay because... i like having you here. with me."
you felt your cheeks heat up, your breath catching in your throat. "junhui..."
he gave you a small, nervous smile. "i'm serious. you've always been special to me, you know? and i don't think i can keep pretending it's just nothing."
you searched his face, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. for all his teasing and playful antics, junhui had always had a way of catching you off guard when it mattered most.
"you're really bad at keeping secrets, you know that?" you said finally, your voice trembling just enough to betray your own feelings.
"is that a yes?" he asked, his lips curving into the softest smile you'd ever seen.
you didn't answer right away, instead leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "maybe," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
junhui chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "i'll take it."
the space between you seemed to disappear in an instant, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was as soft as it was certain. junhui's hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as though he was afraid you'd vanish if he held on too tightly.
when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding, and junhui was looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky.
"so," he said, his voice teasing but still laced with affection, "is that enough to convince you to stay?"
"maybe," you replied, grinning. "but only if you make good on that amazing breakfast you promised."
"deal," junhui said, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. outside, the snowstorm continued to rage, but in that moment, neither of you cared. all that mattered was the warmth between you and the feeling that this was exactly where you were meant to be.
"you’re really staying, huh?" he murmured, resting his chin lightly on top of your head.
"i guess so," you replied, the words soft and playful, though your heart was racing at how natural this all felt. "but only because the snow forced me."
"yeah, yeah, blame the snow," junhui teased, tilting his head to look down at you. "you just wanted an excuse to hang out with me longer, admit it."
you rolled your eyes, poking his side gently. "you’re delusional."
"uh-huh," he said, grinning. "but you’re still here, so what does that say about you?"
you didn’t answer, just leaned into him a little more, letting the warmth between you grow. after a moment of comfortable silence, junhui shifted, reaching for one of the fallen pillows.
"what are you doing now?" you asked, watching as he fluffed the pillow and set it against the armrest of the couch.
"making sure you’re comfy," he said simply, motioning for you to lie down.
"you’re ridiculous," you said, but you obliged anyway, settling against the pillow with a sigh. junhui stretched out beside you, draping the blanket over both of you as he adjusted to face you.
"see? this is nice," he said, his voice softer now, his hand resting lightly on your arm.
you looked at him, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across his features. his eyes were warm, his expression uncharacteristically tender. for a moment, you forgot to breathe.
"what are you staring at?" he asked, his lips curving into a small smile.
"nothing," you replied quickly, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.
junhui chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you’re really bad at hiding things, you know that?"
"and you’re really annoying," you shot back, though there was no heat in your words.
"but you like me anyway," he said, his voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity that made your heart ache in the best way.
you didn’t deny it this time, instead letting your hand find his under the blanket. his fingers laced with yours effortlessly, the simple gesture sending a rush of warmth through you.
"hey," junhui said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.
"what?" you asked, your eyes meeting his.
"do you think it’s weird that this feels... easy? like we’ve done this a million times before?"
you hesitated, the vulnerability in his question catching you off guard. "no," you said finally. "i don’t think it’s weird. i think it’s nice."
junhui smiled, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "yeah," he agreed. "it is."
the silence that followed wasn’t awkward or heavy; it was the kind of silence that felt full, like it carried all the things you both wanted to say but didn’t need to. you stayed like that for a while, your hands entwined, the snowstorm outside a distant memory.
eventually, junhui shifted closer, his free arm wrapping around you in a way that felt both protective and comforting. "you know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, "if this is what snowstorms lead to, i kind of hope it never stops snowing."
you laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. "you’re such a sap."
"only for you," he said, the words coming so naturally that they took your breath away.
you tilted your head to look up at him, your nose brushing against his. his gaze flickered to your lips, and before you could overthink it, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was somehow even softer, even sweeter than the first.
his hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart swell. it wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second, every touch.
when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. junhui’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of awe and affection.
"so," he said, his voice low and a little breathless, "still thinking about braving the snow?"
"not a chance," you replied, your smile matching his.
"good," he said, pulling you impossibly closer. "because i don’t think i’m ready to let you go yet."
“Okay, so what’s this ‘amazing breakfast’ I apparently promised?” Junhui asked, pulling the blanket draped over the couch to wrap around both of you. His arm slipped naturally around your shoulders, and you found yourself leaning into him without a second thought.
“Well, you’re the one who brought it up,” you teased, resting your head against his chest. “So I’m expecting, at the very least, pancakes. With chocolate chips. And maybe strawberries.”
“Oh, so we’re setting the bar that high, huh?” he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Do you want a five-course meal while I’m at it? Perhaps a personalized coffee art of your face?”
“I mean, if you’re offering…” you quipped, glancing up at him with a mischievous grin.
Junhui sighed dramatically, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute. But fine, pancakes it is. I’ll even break out the fancy syrup.”
“Fancy syrup? Oh, wow. You really are pulling out all the stops,” you said, laughing softly. The sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was comforting, steady, and it made the world outside feel a little smaller and a lot less cold.
“You deserve it,” Junhui said, his voice quieter now, softer. You tilted your head to look at him, and the sincerity in his eyes made your chest tighten all over again.
“You’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmured, your fingers curling around the fabric of his sweater.
Junhui shrugged, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “Only for you.”
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around you like the warmth of the blanket you were sharing—a silence filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that didn’t need to be said aloud.
After a moment, Junhui shifted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know,” he started, his tone playful but with a hint of something deeper, “if you stayed over more often, I could make you breakfast all the time. Just saying.”
You raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at him. “Are you trying to trick me into spending more nights here?”
“Is it working?” he asked, grinning.
“Hmm… maybe,” you replied, pretending to think it over. “Depends on how good these pancakes are.”
Junhui laughed, shaking his head. “I’m doomed. One burnt pancake, and you’ll never let me live it down, huh?”
“Correct,” you said, poking his side.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, the snowstorm outside forgotten as you basked in each other’s company. Eventually, Junhui tugged you closer, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket.
“I meant what I said earlier, you know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand.
You glanced at him, your expression softening. “About what?”
“About wishing every night could be like this,” he admitted, his gaze earnest. “I don’t just mean tonight. I mean… you. I want more nights like this. More mornings, too. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of having you around.”
His words made your heart do somersaults, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond. Instead, you leaned up to kiss him again, letting your actions speak louder than anything you could say.
When you pulled away, Junhui’s cheeks were flushed, and he was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “So… is that a yes to more movie nights and pancakes?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes hopeful.
“It’s a yes to whatever you want,” you replied, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder. “As long as it’s with you.”
Junhui let out a content sigh, holding you a little tighter. “I think I can live with that.”
The snowstorm outside raged on, but neither of you cared. In that small, cozy apartment, wrapped up in each other, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you and the warmth of something that felt a lot like love.
And maybe, just maybe, every night could be like this.
A/N: i might just drop the rest of the members (left) on the weekends lmao (what i mean drop, as in posting all at once but we both know thats impossible). been busy. thank you for reading this shitwork !! loveyouuu
i'll try to post tomorrow i swear (no promises kept)
december with seventeen ! 3/13
tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes
genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor
warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments)
wc: 3702
a/n: 3/13 ! ten to go. PLAY MISTLETOE BY JUSTIN BIEBER RN !!
the town square was alive with the kind of magic only december could bring. strings of fairy lights draped over every lamppost, their soft glow reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and the occasional jingle of sleigh bells. stalls lined the cobblestone paths, each one adorned with wreaths and red bows, offering everything from hand-knitted scarves to steaming cups of mulled cider.
you pulled your coat tighter around you, your breath visible in the frosty air as you glanced at the clipboard in your gloved hands. "decorations—check. food vendors—check. sound system…" your eyes scanned the square, landing on a small stage being set up at the far end. "pending."
"you’re doing great, by the way," a voice piped up beside you. turning, you saw karina, the friend who had somehow convinced you to volunteer for this event. she was bundled in a puffy coat and a bright red scarf, her cheeks flushed from the cold, pretty as ever.
"sure," you replied with a wry smile. "because frantically running around and triple-checking lists just screams ‘competent.’"
karina laughed, linking her arm with yours. "it’s your first christmas in town. you’re supposed to be soaking in the charm, not stressing over the details."
"says the person who handed me this clipboard," you teased, nudging her lightly.
"okay, fair," she admitted, grinning. "but trust me, once the festival starts, you’ll forget all about the clipboard. besides, we’ve got an amazing performer lined up."
"oh?" you asked, only half-listening as you scanned the square again. "who is it?"
before you could press her for more details, she gave your arm a squeeze and darted off, leaving you standing there with equal parts curiosity and exasperation. shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the clipboard, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you from across the square.
joshua hong adjusted the strap of his guitar case, a small smile tugging at his lips as he observed the flustered but determined volunteer coordinating the chaos. he didn’t recognize you, which was unusual in a town where everyone seemed to know everyone. a newcomer, then. interesting.
"ready to soundcheck?" one of the event organizers called to him.
joshua nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before heading toward the stage.
the festival was in full swing, but you were too busy juggling a stack of boxes filled with ornaments to notice the festive cheer buzzing around you. balancing the boxes precariously, you tried to maneuver your way through the crowd, offering polite apologies to anyone who accidentally bumped into you.
"need a hand?"
the smooth voice startled you, and you turned to see a tall figure in a dark coat and scarf, his smile warm enough to melt the frost clinging to the air. he gestured toward the wobbling stack in your arms.
"uh, i… sure, thanks," you stammered, a little flustered as he easily took half the load. it wasn’t until you glanced at him again that recognition hit. this was the performer karina had been so cryptic about. joshua hong—the local celebrity with a voice that could make christmas carols sound like love songs.
"you’re doing all this by yourself?" he asked, his tone light as the two of you made your way toward the main decoration stall.
"it’s kind of in the job description," you replied, setting the boxes down with a relieved sigh. "volunteer extraordinaire, at your service."
joshua chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. "well, volunteer extraordinaire, you’ve got some serious multitasking skills. but even superheroes need a sidekick, right?"
before you could respond, a group of kids came barreling past, almost knocking over a nearby display of poinsettias. you instinctively reached out to steady it, your clipboard slipping from under your arm in the process. joshua caught it before it hit the ground, his reflexes quick.
"definitely a sidekick," he quipped, handing it back to you with a playful grin.
"thanks," you murmured, still trying to steady yourself—and not just because of the near mishap. there was something about him, a natural ease that seemed to blend seamlessly with the festive chaos, leaving you both intrigued and… frustratingly charmed.
the two of you spent the next hour working together, joshua insisting on helping with everything from stringing lights to setting up tables. his presence drew curious glances from passersby, but he didn’t seem to mind, focused instead on making you laugh with little jokes and observations.
"you’ve got glitter on your face," he pointed out at one point, gesturing vaguely toward your cheek.
"what? where?" you asked, swiping at your face awkwardly.
he leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "here, let me…" he said softly, brushing a thumb just below your cheekbone. the gesture was innocent enough, but it sent a wave of heat rushing to your face nonetheless.
as the evening progressed, the mistletoe seemed to become a running joke. every time you turned around, it felt like one of the sprigs was conveniently hanging nearby, and joshua never missed an opportunity to point it out.
"you know, it’s practically a crime to ignore mistletoe," he said, his tone teasing as the two of you stood under yet another sprig while rearranging a table display.
"pretty sure it’s optional," you shot back, trying to sound unfazed.
he tilted his head, feigning deep thought. "hmm, maybe. but it’s bad luck to tempt fate during the holidays."
"you’re impossible," you muttered, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
"and yet, here we are," he replied smoothly, his grin making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying this little game.
despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his actions that made it hard to stay flustered for long. whether it was handing you a cup of hot cocoa when he noticed you shivering or helping an elderly vendor fix a stubborn string of lights, joshua had a way of making everything feel a little brighter.
by the time the night wound down, you couldn’t deny that he’d left an impression—one that lingered long after the last stall had closed and the fairy lights cast their soft glow over the empty square.
the festival's glow had long since faded as the crowd dispersed, leaving only a few lingering souls, each wrapped in the warmth of the evening's festivities. you were wrapping up, your clipboard now a crumpled relic of the day, as the final touches were made to the stalls. the soft crunch of snow underfoot was the only sound as you made your way toward the town's ice skating rink, your steps slow and heavy from a long day of coordinating and running errands.
but then, you heard it—joshua's voice, light and warm as ever, calling your name from behind.
"hey," he greeted, appearing beside you with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in hand. "thought you might need a break."
you smiled, accepting the drink gratefully. "thanks. this night’s been… a lot." your gaze shifted, following the snowflakes drifting down, blanketing the square in a thick layer of white.
"i can imagine," joshua said, his tone soft but carrying an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place. he fell into step beside you, matching your slow pace. "you’ve been running around all day, coordinating everything. that's impressive."
"well," you shrugged, wrapping your hands around the cup. "someone had to make sure everything was in order." you stole a glance at him, noting the way he seemed a little distant, his usual playful demeanor dimming slightly.
"yeah," joshua murmured, but there was a hesitation in his voice that made you glance at him more closely. "i heard you talking earlier. about leaving after christmas?"
you froze. the warmth from the cocoa seemed to drain from your fingers as the weight of his words sank in. "what?" you asked, trying to steady your voice, but a knot had already formed in your stomach.
"you said something about going back to the city, after the festival. thought i'd check if that’s still the plan." his voice was carefully neutral, though his gaze was intense, searching yours.
you couldn’t help the confusion that bubbled up. "oh, that… yeah, i’ve got some things to sort out. after the holidays, i’m going back." you tried to brush it off, but there was something in his eyes that made you pause. "but it’s not like i’m leaving forever. i’ll be back for work and stuff."
there was a long silence between you, one that stretched out uncomfortably as joshua seemed to retreat further into himself, his gaze now fixed ahead.
"right," he said quietly. "well, i guess that makes sense." his words were distant, the playfulness from earlier all but gone. it was strange, this shift in him. you were used to his teasing, the way he would joke and make everything feel easy, but now… now he seemed so different. like he’d closed off in a way you didn’t understand.
"joshua," you called softly, hesitating. "are you… are you okay?"
he turned to you then, his expression unreadable. for a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and the soft hum of the distant festival. and then, he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "yeah, i’m fine. just, you know, a little tired. long day, that’s all."
you weren’t convinced. you wanted to press him for more, to understand why the joshua you knew was suddenly so distant. but the words caught in your throat, leaving you frustrated and unsure.
"i’ll teach you how to skate," he added quickly, as if to change the subject, his eyes lighting up with a new, brighter energy. "if you’re up for it, that is."
you nodded, grateful for the distraction. "sure, why not? i’ve never tried before."
joshua led you to the rink, his hand naturally brushing against yours as you approached the edge. there was a quiet moment between you, both of you standing there, bundled up in scarves and jackets, staring out at the ice. joshua grinned at you, his usual playful self returning just a little.
"okay, so," he began, his voice light. "first rule of skating: try not to fall."
"great," you muttered, already dreading the inevitable disaster that was about to unfold.
he laughed, a low, easy sound that filled the space between you. "don’t worry, i’ve got you. just hold onto my hand and follow my lead."
you hesitated but then took a deep breath, letting him guide you onto the ice. your legs wobbled beneath you at first, but joshua's grip on your hand was steady, reassuring. he guided you slowly, laughing when you nearly slipped.
"hey, you're doing better than i thought," he teased, his voice warm with the familiar teasing tone. "maybe i should start calling you a skating prodigy."
"please," you muttered, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the way his hand felt in yours. "i’m just not falling on my face yet."
joshua's grin widened. "yet."
you spent the next few minutes skating together, him teaching you the basics and laughing when you stumbled. the chill in the air seemed to disappear in his presence, replaced by something warm—something that settled in your chest every time his hand brushed against yours or he flashed you that smile. and yet, that nagging feeling still lingered, the one that told you something was off between you two.
finally, after a few more rounds on the rink, joshua stopped, pulling you to the side near a snow-covered path. the area was quieter now, the glow of the festival a distant memory behind you, and the snow felt like it had carved out a little world just for the two of you.
"i don’t want you to leave," joshua said, his voice quieter than before, his hand still holding yours, but this time, there was no teasing. only sincerity. "not just yet. i… i think i’ve caught feelings for you."
you blinked, taken aback by his confession. "joshua, i… i didn’t think you—"
"i know, i know," he interrupted, his face flushed from the cold and his words coming out a little rushed. "i've been acting distant, and i hate that i did, but i didn’t know how to say it. i just thought maybe you wouldn’t feel the same. or maybe you’d leave town and… well, then it would be too late."
you stood there for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you, mixing with the surprise and the warmth that bubbled up inside. it was hard to process, but the more you thought about it, the clearer it became.
"joshua," you said softly, your voice catching in your throat. "i didn't realize... but now that i know, i don’t want to leave things unsaid either."
he stepped a little closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and then, in a soft, sincere voice, he asked, "so… what does that mean? for us?"
you smiled, your heart suddenly light as the snow falling around you. "it means, i’m not leaving just yet. and maybe… just maybe… we should see where this goes."
joshua’s face broke into a grin, his relief palpable. but then, he hesitated, his eyes searching yours with a new intensity. "well, if that’s the case…" he began, his voice almost shy now. "how about you let me take you out on a date? nothing fancy, just… i don’t know, some hot cocoa and maybe a walk under the lights, or even a skating rink if you’re up for it?"
you felt your heart skip a beat. a date? it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he was thinking of this, of taking things further already. but the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held himself so openly, made you feel a warmth that spread through you.
"joshua…" you said, your smile growing, "i think that sounds pretty perfect."
his grin widened, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped moving around you. all that was left was the two of you, standing under the twinkling lights, the soft sound of falling snow, and the gentle press of his hand in yours.
"then it’s a date," he said, the playful spark returning to his eyes. "i promise, i’ll make it a night you won’t forget."
you laughed softly, feeling a little shy but also strangely giddy. "i’m looking forward to it," you replied, your voice lighter than it had been all evening.
the two of you stood there, the world quiet except for the soft hum of the holiday festivities in the distance, and as the snow continued to fall around you, you realized that this moment—this beginning—was more than you could’ve ever hoped for.
just as the two of you were about to say something, a snowball suddenly hit you in the back of the head, causing you to freeze in surprise.
"gotcha!" karina called out, her laughter ringing through the air. she was grinning mischievously, clearly delighted with herself. "you two look like you’re in your own little world over here, all lovey-dovey."
you turned to karina, your face flushed, and tried to glare at her, but it was hard to stay mad with the way her eyes were sparkling. before you could say anything, joshua was already brushing the snow off your coat, his hands gentle but quick.
"don’t want you to get cold," he said, his voice soft, but his eyes playful as he made sure no snow clung to you.
"oh, how sweet," karina teased, crossing her arms. "you’re really spoiling her now, huh?"
"well, someone has to take care of her," joshua shot back, a grin tugging at his lips as he wrapped his scarf tighter around your neck. you felt your heart warm at his protectiveness, but then—
"oh, it’s on," karina said, her tone wickedly playful as she scooped up a snowball, launching it straight at joshua.
he ducked easily, and with a smirk, he returned the favor. "watch out, karina!" he warned, before launching a snowball of his own in her direction.
within moments, snowballs were flying in every direction. karina and joshua were laughing and dodging, trying to outwit each other while you stood by, completely unprepared for the chaos.
"you’re just gonna stand there?" karina yelled, throwing another snowball, but you had no time to react. joshua immediately stepped in front of you, raising his arms to block the incoming snowball.
"stay behind me," he said firmly, his tone teasing but protective. "i won’t let you get hit."
"what?" you laughed, "you’re treating me like a princess or something."
"hey, you don’t have gloves on," he said, his eyes soft but mischievous. "besides, you’re too precious to get hit with a snowball."
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to say anything sarcastic. joshua had this way of making everything feel just a little bit magical.
"you better not be hiding behind him the whole time," karina shouted, tossing yet another snowball, but joshua dodged it easily, taking a few steps back to shield you further.
"i think i’ll hide behind him forever," you joked, poking joshua in the ribs as he grinned, clearly enjoying the attention.
before you could say anything else, karina threw a big snowball right at joshua, catching him off guard. the impact sent him stumbling backward, and before either of you knew it, he lost his balance completely and fell straight into the snow.
"oh no!" you gasped, quickly bending down to check on him. but as soon as you did, karina laughed triumphantly, her arms raised in victory.
"i finally got him!" she cheered.
but the celebration was short-lived, because in the next second, joshua reached up, grabbing your wrist, and pulled you down beside him. the two of you ended up laughing uncontrollably in the snow, your bodies making soft impressions in the cold ground as you rolled and tumbled together, trying to escape karina’s playful attacks.
"looks like we’re stuck now," joshua teased, his breath visible in the cold air as you both lay there, staring up at the sky, giggling.
"we’re definitely stuck," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips as you made angel marks in the snow beside him, your body creating the perfect shape next to his. "this is nice."
"perfect, actually," joshua murmured, his voice low and warm as he reached over to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "snow angels with you? i can’t think of a better way to spend the night."
"me neither," you said softly, still laughing, but with a feeling of contentment filling you from head to toe. you looked at him, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of your laughter and the soft, fluffy snow that surrounded you.
karina, watching from a distance, rolled her eyes dramatically. "you two are impossible," she muttered, but her smile was as warm as the Christmas lights twinkling overhead.
joshua turned to you, his grin wide and genuine, his eyes sparkling with something more than just playfulness now. "hey, maybe we can do this again tomorrow?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.
you smiled, your heart light as a snowflake. "i’d like that."
"good," he said, his hand still holding yours, his fingers brushing gently against yours. "because there’s no one else i’d rather make snow angels with."
after karina left to give the two of you some space (or maybe she was just going to find her next snowball victim), the quiet of the night settled in, with the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots as you walked together. the night was peaceful now, the only sound being the occasional giggle between you and joshua as you made your way back to where the lights twinkled in the distance.
as you were walking, joshua stopped suddenly, his eyes catching something above. you followed his gaze and found yourself staring at a mistletoe, hanging just above you both, tucked between two snowy branches of a nearby tree. the sight made your heart skip a beat.
"well, well," joshua said, his voice low and teasing, "looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe."
you looked up at him, trying to suppress a grin, but it was impossible. the way he was looking at you—like he was waiting for something, and maybe even hoping for something—made your cheeks heat up.
"what are we supposed to do now?" you teased, trying to play it cool, but the fluttering in your chest gave away just how nervous you were.
"i think you know exactly what to do," he replied with a smirk, his eyes softening as he stepped closer to you. snowflakes dusted his hair and shoulders, and his cheeks were still flushed from the cold, but his warmth—his presence—felt like a blanket around you.
you took a small step toward him, your heart racing. "maybe," you said softly, your breath mixing with the chilly air. "but it’s your turn to make the move."
joshua’s smile widened, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek, brushing away the stray snowflakes that had landed there. "well, if you insist," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the quiet night.
then, with a small laugh, he leaned in. the world around you seemed to slow down, the falling snowflakes swirling in the air, everything silent except for the beating of your hearts. his lips were warm against yours, and for that brief moment, everything else faded. there was only the softness of the kiss and the sparkling snow around you, as if the world had paused to give you this perfect moment.
when you pulled away, your noses still brushing, joshua chuckled softly. "i think that’s the best Christmas kiss i’ve ever had."
you laughed, feeling lighter than air. "i think i might agree," you said, your hand slipping into his as you both stood under the mistletoe, still covered in snow, but with warmth radiating between you.
"so," joshua said, squeezing your hand, "what else can we do to make this night even better?"
you smiled up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "we can start by making more snow angels."
joshua laughed, shaking his head. "always trying to get me into the snow, huh?"
"you’re lucky i like snow," you teased, nudging him playfully, your heart full of warmth despite the cold air around you.
"well, i’m lucky to be with you," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "this is the best christmas i’ve ever had."
"me too," you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness. and in that moment, with snow falling softly and the mistletoe still above you, everything felt perfectly, wonderfully right.
december with seventeen ! 2/13
tags: jeonghan x reader, jeonghan fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, ex au, christmas love story, fluff, bittersweet love, exes to lovers(?), happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes. kisses (mwuah)
genre: romance, fluff, christmas, holiday au, slice of life, really mild angst
warnings: none (it’s pretty wholesome, so unless you have themes of anxiety or past trauma you have with past relationships, there should be no need for any major warnings)
wc: 3050 (xp)
a/n: 2/13 ! 11 to go =] PLAY LAST CHRISTMAS BY ARIANA GRANDE (her ver.) RN !
the festive glow of the christmas market wrapped around you like a warm hug, but tonight, the warmth felt bittersweet. the familiar stalls with twinkling lights and the scent of cinnamon in the air stirred memories you had tried to bury for the past year.
walking through the bustling crowd, you hadn’t expected to see him again. yet there he was, standing at a gingerbread stall, his profile illuminated by the golden light of a nearby lantern. jeonghan.
he looked the same and yet… not. his long coat flared slightly with the evening breeze, and his hair fell in soft waves, framing his face perfectly. for a moment, you froze, unsure whether to approach or slip away unnoticed. but as if he could sense you, his gaze shifted, locking onto yours.
“y/n,” he said, his voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd. there was no mistaking the surprise—and something softer—in his tone.
you managed a polite smile, your heart doing an unwelcome flip. “hey, jeonghan.”
“it’s been a while,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile as he stepped closer. “how have you been?”
“good,” you replied curtly, though the word felt hollow. “you?”
“better now,” he said smoothly, and you could’ve sworn his eyes sparkled with mischief, just like they used to. “how’s your sweet tooth holding up?”
your brows furrowed, and then he nodded toward the gingerbread stall. “remember how you used to drag me here for those cookies?” he asked, his smile widening at your obvious surprise. “they still sell them, you know.”
“you remember that?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
he laughed softly, a sound that felt like a warm breeze in the cold air. “of course i do. i remember a lot of things.”
the weight of his words hung between you, and for a moment, you both stood there, caught in the push and pull of shared history.
“want one?” he asked, gesturing to the stall. “my treat.”
against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding.
minutes later, the two of you were wandering through the market together, gingerbread cookies in hand. the conversation was light at first, filled with comments about the stalls and the crisp winter air. but every so often, his gaze would linger on you a moment too long, and you’d feel the familiar tug of emotions you thought you’d moved past.
when you stopped at a stall selling handcrafted trinkets, your breath hitched. this was the same stall where jeonghan had bought you a small snow globe last year—a delicate thing with a tiny couple standing under a snow-laden tree. you still had it, tucked away in a drawer because you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it out.
“y/n,” he said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “wait here for a second.”
before you could respond, he’d slipped away to speak with the vendor. moments later, he returned, holding a small box wrapped in festive paper.
“what’s this?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.
“just open it,” he said, his smile soft and almost… shy?
you hesitated but eventually unwrapped the box. inside was a tiny ornament—a snowflake carved out of wood, intricate and beautiful. your chest tightened as you realized it was from the same vendor who had made the snow globe.
“i saw it and thought of you,” jeonghan said, his voice quiet. “you used to love snowflakes, remember?”
“i… yeah, i do,” you murmured, running your fingers over the smooth edges of the ornament.
“i know i messed up last year,” he said suddenly, his tone turning serious. “but i’ve been thinking a lot about us, about what went wrong. and if there’s even a small chance you’d let me make it up to you, i’d take it.”
you stared at him, his words leaving you momentarily speechless. the market buzzed around you, a blur of lights and laughter, but all you could focus on was him—the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability in his posture.
“it’s not that simple, jeonghan,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “we can’t just pick up where we left off.”
“i know,” he said, nodding. “i’m not asking for that. but maybe… we could start fresh? as friends, even. just… give me a chance to prove that i’ve changed.”
his words hung in the air, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope—small and fragile, but there.
“we’ll see,” you said cautiously, though a small smile tugged at your lips.
jeonghan’s face lit up, and he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “that’s all i’m asking for.”
as the snow began to fall softly around you, the festive glow of the market grew even more magical, with each snowflake dancing in the air before settling on the ground. the cold, however, was beginning to bite, and you shivered slightly, rubbing your hands together for warmth.
jeonghan, noticing your discomfort, glanced down at you before shrugging off his long coat. "here," he said, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest. despite the warmth of his coat, you could feel the chill on his face, his breath visible in the cold night air.
"you'll freeze," you pointed out, though you couldn't deny how nice it felt to have something warm around you.
he smiled, though there was a slight tremble in his voice. "i'm fine. i've survived worse."
the two of you continued walking, your steps crunching in the snow, your arms brushing occasionally as you moved together through the market. you glanced over at jeonghan, but he seemed lost in thought, his gaze far off, distant. you weren’t sure what to make of the silence between you two—whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable—but before you could dwell on it, you felt his hand brush yours again. this time, it lingered for a split second, just enough for a jolt of warmth to shoot through your fingers.
your heart skipped, and you looked up to see him looking at you, his eyes momentarily soft. he cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "cold, huh?" he muttered.
"just a bit," you replied, your breath puffing in the air.
you continued walking, but there was a newfound tension between you, something unspoken but palpable. the moment lingered, filling the air with a subtle kind of anticipation.
when you reached a hot cocoa stand, jeonghan stopped in front of it, his hand reaching for his wallet. "hot chocolate?" he asked, voice light again, as if the brief moment of vulnerability had never happened. you nodded, though you couldn't shake the feeling that he was trying to keep things casual.
"let me at least be useful for once," he said with a small chuckle as he handed over the money, his eyes still carrying that same mixture of humor and regret.
you raised an eyebrow. "you're always useful," you teased, though the joke felt strangely hollow in the moment.
he smiled at you, but there was something wistful in the way his lips curled. he handed you your cocoa, and you both stood there for a moment, sipping in comfortable silence, the snow continuing to fall around you like soft whispers of the past.
as you both stood there, the cold seemed to settle deeper, the warmth of the cocoa barely enough to chase it away. your eyes flicked to jeonghan, who was rubbing his hands together to warm them up. without thinking, you reached for your scarf, unraveling it from your neck and holding it up between you.
"here," you said softly, your fingers brushing his as you pulled him closer, wrapping the scarf around his neck. his breath caught for a moment as you tugged him gently toward you, your fingers grazing the soft fabric of his coat as you adjusted the scarf to fit snugly.
jeonghan's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face, but it quickly softened into something more tender. "you sure?" he asked, his voice low, almost shy.
"yeah," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you let the scarf rest around him. you couldn't help but notice how close he was now, his warmth mixing with yours in the cold night air. his breath mingled with yours, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you.
he smiled, his eyes softening as he met your gaze. "thank you," he murmured, the words carrying more weight than they should.
you swallowed, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. "no problem," you said, voice barely steady as you pulled away, but not too far. "just... don’t freeze, okay?"
he chuckled, the sound quiet but full of something unspoken. "i’ll be fine with you looking out for me."
you both fell into a comfortable silence, walking through the market side by side, the scarf between you like a quiet promise.
as you two wandered further into the market, the atmosphere seemed to shift—quieter, more intimate. the noise of the crowd faded, replaced by the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet and the gentle hum of christmas songs playing from a nearby speaker. the air felt different here, as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.
you found yourself under a canopy of twinkling christmas lights, their soft glow reflecting off the snow and casting a warm, golden hue around you. everything felt more magical in the moment, as though the lights were pulling you closer together.
you looked up at the lights, your heart beating a little faster, when you felt his fingers brush against yours. at first, it was a simple, fleeting touch, but then his hand lingered, and he gave a gentle tug, silently asking for you to hold his hand.
your breath hitched, your pulse quickening as you turned to meet his gaze. his eyes were soft, but there was something deeper there—something almost unreadable, like he was waiting for you to make the next move. his fingers curled around yours, steady and sure this time, as if he was no longer afraid of what this moment might mean.
you didn't pull away. instead, you let the warmth of his hand seep into yours, your heart fluttering in your chest. the world seemed to hold its breath as you both stood there, a thousand unspoken words hanging in the air between you.
"y/n," he said softly, his voice low, as if he was testing the weight of your name on his lips again. "this... this feels different."
you nodded slowly, not trusting your voice, but the feeling in your chest told you everything you needed to know. this was different. this moment, under the soft glow of the lights, was something new. something more than what it had been before.
he squeezed your hand gently, as if reassuring himself that this was real. "i'm not asking for much," he continued, his words soft but filled with sincerity. "just... just a chance to make it right."
you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. the world felt small, just the two of you, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe—just maybe—this was the start of something different.
you didn’t pull away, didn’t say anything more. you just held his hand, the connection between you both deepening in the silence that followed.
as you both continued strolling through the market, the twinkling lights overhead creating a soft glow around you, a new sense of ease seemed to settle between you. the tension from earlier, while still lingering, melted away with every laugh and playful comment shared between you two.
you stopped in front of a stall selling christmas hats, each one more ridiculous than the last. jeonghan picked up a red reindeer antler headband and placed it on your head with a dramatic flourish.
“perfect,” he said with a grin, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “now you’re ready for the holiday season.”
you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest couldn't be ignored. you swatted playfully at him. “you look ridiculous,” you teased, picking up a matching pair of antlers for yourself.
“i look festive,” he shot back, adjusting the antlers on his head like a crown.
you both burst into laughter, your giggles mixing with the sounds of the market. it felt so easy, so light, like the weight of the past year had been temporarily forgotten under the glow of the christmas lights.
after a moment, you wandered over to a stall selling tiny christmas trees, each one covered in glitter and tinsel. jeonghan picked up a small tree and handed it to you with a wink. "for you," he said, voice filled with mischief.
"seriously?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, but your heart melted a little at his thoughtfulness.
"it’s a little tacky," he admitted, "but i think it suits you."
you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "you really know how to pick gifts," you teased, cradling the tree carefully as if it was precious.
he shrugged with a grin. "i try." then, without missing a beat, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "merry christmas, y/n."
your heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture, and you laughed, a bit flustered. "you’re gonna make me sick with all this sweetness, jeonghan."
"that’s the point," he said, smiling that trademark mischievous smile you couldn’t help but fall for.
as the night grew colder, the two of you found your way to a hot cocoa stand, where jeonghan insisted on paying again. "this is the last one, i swear," he said, handing over the money with exaggerated seriousness.
"i’ll hold you to that," you teased, accepting the warm cup he offered.
as you walked together, sipping your cocoa and watching the snow fall gently around you, it felt like time slowed down. there was something magical about the night—the way his hand brushed against yours again, the way the air was thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon, the way you felt so incredibly... content.
eventually, the two of you found yourselves standing outside your apartment building, the night winding down but neither of you quite ready to let go just yet. the lights from the building cast a soft glow on his face as he turned to you, still holding your hand.
“well,” he said, his voice soft, “this is it. i guess i’ll have to walk away from all this magic.”
you couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face. “you know, it wasn’t so bad, this whole christmas thing.”
he laughed, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes as he reached into his pocket. “i had a feeling you might say that.”
he pulled out the small ornament, the snowflake from earlier, and handed it to you with a soft smile. “maybe we can try again next christmas… or sooner,” he said, his words carrying a weight you hadn’t expected.
you blinked, your heart skipping. you hadn’t expected him to say something so vulnerable, so hopeful.
he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. just as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with that familiar tenderness, you surprised him by closing the gap yourself, pressing your lips softly to his.
he froze for a moment, eyes wide with surprise, but then he kissed you back, slow and gentle, the warmth between you building with each passing second.
when you pulled away, your foreheads resting together, he smiled, his eyes filled with something that was almost shy. "i’m glad you decided sooner," he murmured.
you smiled, your heart lighter than it had been in so long. "me too."
“stay?” you invited him softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. you noticed you were still wearing his jacket, the warmth of it oddly comforting, as if it was a silent invitation. you turned away slightly, a bit shy, as if giving him the space to decide, but your heart raced with hope.
“it’s christmas tomorrow,” you added quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of it lingered in the crisp air between you.
jeonghan couldn't help but smile at that, his eyes softening as they met yours. “of course,” he said, his voice low and tender. without hesitation, he stepped closer, his fingers gently tilting your chin up, his touch warm and reassuring. then, as if there was no need for further words, he leaned down and kissed you again.
the kiss deepened, slow and sweet, a promise wrapped in the soft press of his lips against yours. you melted into him, his hand resting on your waist, pulling you closer as the world outside faded into the background. everything that had led up to this moment felt like it was meant to be. when he finally pulled away, you were breathless, cheeks flushed, and your heart pounding in your chest.
somehow, the two of you ended up on your couch, his back against the cushions with him sitting beneath you. you were straddling his lap, his arms around you, holding you close. the space between you was filled with warmth and tenderness, like you'd both found your place again.
your voice was small, a quiet murmur as you rested your head against his shoulder. “don’t give my heart away again the next day,” you whispered, the words familiar and haunting, taken from a song that had once felt like an echo of your past. last christmas i gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.
jeonghan chuckled softly at that, the sound warm and full of affection. he tilted your face up to look at him, his eyes full of sincerity. “i never gave it away,” he said softly, his voice filled with conviction. then, as if to make sure you knew exactly what he meant, he kissed you again, his lips pressing against yours with a tenderness that left you breathless.
when he pulled away, he kept his gaze on you, his hand resting gently on your cheek. “it’s still in my heart,” he whispered, his words like a promise.
you smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle deep within you. maybe this christmas would be the start of something new—something real, something lasting.
you leaned in to kiss him again, this time with a sense of peace and certainty. you were home, and this time, you weren’t letting go.
a/n: 2/13 ! i update everyday on 10:30 am (our timezones might be different though :]
december with seventeen ! 1/13
tags: seungcheol x reader, seungcheol fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, snowman au, christmas love story, domestic fluff, bittersweet love, long distance relationship, happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes
genre: fluff, romance, holiday au, slice of life
warnings: mild emotional moments (bittersweet themes around distance), excessive cuteness and fluff (reader discretion advised), no major angst (just warm feelings and happy tears)
wc: 2757 (heh)
a/n: 1/13 ! twelve to go woohooo. PLAY SNOWMAN BY SIA RN !!
the snow is already falling. you reached your hand out to catch one of the snowflakes, watching it melt the moment it landed on your skin. a soft smile crept on your lips, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. the snow melted quickly, just like the time you had left before everything changed.
your boyfriend’s warmth came suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. he caught you mid-stumble, chuckling at your surprised squeal.
“careful, baby. don’t fall for me too hard,” seungcheol teased, his deep voice rumbling close to your ear. his tone was playful, but the weight of your reality lingered in the air. still, his laughter was contagious, and soon, the sound of your giggles filled the quiet winter evening.
you turned in his arms, pressing your cheek against his chest as the snow continued to fall around you. “snow’s already starting,” you murmured, your voice soft and wistful.
seungcheol hummed in agreement, his lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss. “i can see that,” he said, holding you just a little tighter. but his eyes searched your face, catching the sadness behind your small smile.
he wasn’t one to let the mood linger in shadows. “hey,” he started, his tone light and coaxing, “what do you say we celebrate? movies all night, wine, and cuddles. sound good?” his hands found yours, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“deal,” you replied, a grin breaking through the melancholy. together, you walked back home, his hand warm and steady in yours. yet, even as you gripped it tightly, the words you’d been holding back slipped out.
“maybe… maybe i don’t have to go,” you muttered, the uncertainty in your voice making your steps falter. it was loud enough for him to hear, and it made him pause.
seungcheol stopped walking, turning to face you fully. “and miss the opportunity to catch your dreams? that’s a big no, darling,” he replied, his voice steady, soothing. but the way his thumb brushed over the back of your hand betrayed how much he was struggling with the thought, too.
“i would choose you over and over again. please. let me stay, hm?” your voice cracked slightly, your eyes searching his for any sign that he might agree. but his expression softened in that way only seungcheol’s could – full of love, patience, and resolve.
he stepped closer, leaning his forehead against yours. “come on, baby, it’s not even christmas yet. don’t be stubborn, please?” his tone was tender, his words coaxing.
you sighed, nodding reluctantly as he smiled and pulled you along. the two of you walked the rest of the way home, hands tightly clasped together.
the next morning arrived in a blur. you woke up entangled in seungcheol’s arms, his warmth still clinging to you from the night before. the soft rise and fall of his chest against your cheek was comforting, almost enough to make you forget the weight of the coming days.
slowly, you untangled yourself, careful not to wake him. padding out to the living room, you were greeted by the remnants of your impromptu celebration: empty wine bottles, leftover chips, and a blanket draped messily over the couch. the memories of last night’s laughter and whispered conversations brought a bittersweet smile to your face.
you moved quietly, tidying up the space and starting on breakfast. the smell of coffee and the soft sizzle of eggs eventually stirred seungcheol from his sleep.
“y/n?” his groggy voice called out, moments before he appeared in the doorway, his hair sticking out in every direction. his oversized sweater hung loosely on his frame, and the sight made your heart ache in the best way.
“morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted, a small laugh escaping as he shuffled over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist once more. “you should’ve stayed in bed.”
“hard to do when you’re not there,” he murmured against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there. “what are you making?”
“just breakfast,” you replied. “go sit down. i’ll bring it to you.”
“no way. i’m helping,” he declared, already reaching for a plate to set the table.
the two of you moved around the kitchen with ease, stealing glances and soft smiles. it felt normal, like any other day. but the knowledge that christmas was just around the corner, and with it your impending departure, lingered like an unspoken truth between you.
still, for now, you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of seungcheol’s presence, the sound of his laughter, and the feel of his hand brushing against yours. it wasn’t christmas yet, and you were determined to make every moment count.
later that afternoon, you and seungcheol bundled up and braved the snow-covered streets for some last-minute christmas shopping. the city was alive with holiday cheer, the streets lined with twinkling lights and wreaths hanging from lampposts. seungcheol carried most of the bags, grumbling good-naturedly about how you’d overpacked your list—again.
“seriously, baby. why do you need five different kinds of wrapping paper?” he asked, exasperated but unable to hide the fond smile tugging at his lips.
“you’ll thank me when the gifts look cute under the tree,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him.
eventually, the two of you made it back home, arms laden with bags and cheeks flushed from the cold. after unloading everything, you both dove into the kitchen to start preparing for christmas eve dinner. the cozy space filled with the aroma of roasted vegetables, cinnamon, and freshly baked cookies.
seungcheol kept stealing bites of cookie dough until you smacked his hand away. “don’t think i don’t see you,” you scolded, laughing as he tried (and failed) to look innocent.
“quality control,” he defended, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple.
as the sun set and the first stars began to peek through the frosty sky, you and seungcheol stepped outside to your backyard. the snow was untouched, pristine under the soft glow of the fairy lights you’d strung up weeks ago.
“ready?” he asked, holding up a pair of mismatched gloves for you.
you nodded, and together, you began building your annual snowman. it was a tradition that had started long before the two of you were a couple, back when you were just friends. this year, though, it felt heavier, the knowledge of your impending goodbye looming over the lighthearted activity.
when the snowman was finally complete, seungcheol stepped back, brushing snow off his gloves as he admired your handiwork. “not bad. might be our best one yet,” he said, his voice tinged with pride.
you stood beside him, arms wrapped around yourself for warmth as you gazed at the snowman. “maybe it’ll last until i…” you trailed off, the words catching in your throat.
seungcheol turned to you, his expression softening. “hey,” he said gently, reaching out to tilt your chin up so you’d meet his eyes. “it’s not goodbye forever. i’ll visit. every winter, okay? we’ll build a new snowman together, just like this.”
you nodded, tears stinging your eyes as he pulled you into his arms. the snowman stood silently behind you, its button eyes watching as you held onto each other.
months passed, and the snow melted, just as you’d feared. the distance was hard, the ache of being apart tempered only by seungcheol’s constant messages and late-night calls. but true to his word, he promised to visit every winter. the snowman—though long gone—had become a quiet promise, its memory etched into both your hearts.
now, it was a year later, and the city was alive with the bustle of the holiday season. christmas lights blinked cheerfully in shop windows, and the streets were alive with the sound of carolers and laughter. but for you, something felt missing. the new life you’d built was exciting but lacked the warmth of seungcheol’s presence.
you walked through the snow-dusted streets, your scarf wrapped tightly around your neck to ward off the cold. your hands carried a small gift bag, the contents carefully chosen with him in mind. though you’d planned to send it by mail, the thought of another christmas without him made your chest ache.
you turned the corner toward your apartment building, lost in thought, when a familiar voice called out to you.
“y/n!”
your heart stopped. you froze mid-step, your eyes darting around until they landed on him. there he was—bundled in a thick coat, cheeks flushed from the cold, and a grin that could rival the sun. seungcheol.
“what…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as he jogged toward you. “what are you doing here?”
he stopped in front of you, slightly out of breath, but his smile never faltered. “visiting, of course. i told you, didn’t i? every winter.”
“but… how?” you stammered, your mind still reeling. “you didn’t even tell me you were coming!”
“it’s called a surprise,” he teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement. then, his tone softened, and he reached out to brush a stray snowflake from your hair. “i missed you, y/n. i couldn’t wait any longer.”
tears pricked your eyes as you threw your arms around him, the gift bag slipping to the ground. he laughed, the sound warm and familiar as he held you close. “i missed you too, cheol,” you whispered against his shoulder.
after a long moment, he pulled back just enough to look at you. “come on,” he said, bending down to pick up the forgotten bag. “let’s go inside before we freeze out here.”
once inside your apartment, the two of you settled on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs and mugs of hot cocoa in your hands. the warmth of his presence filled the room, chasing away the loneliness that had lingered in his absence.
“so, what’s this?” seungcheol asked, holding up the gift bag you’d dropped earlier.
you smiled shyly, setting your mug down. “it’s for you. go ahead, open it.”
he pulled out the small box inside, his brows furrowing in curiosity as he unwrapped it. inside was a delicate snowman figurine, hand-painted with care. on its base, you’d inscribed the words: “every winter, always.”
seungcheol’s fingers traced the inscription, his expression softening. “y/n…”
“i know it’s cheesy,” you said quickly, your cheeks heating. “but it reminded me of us. fragile and fleeting, but magical while it lasts.”
he set the figurine down carefully before pulling you into his arms again. “it’s perfect,” he murmured against your hair. “just like you.”
“your turn,” you said, pulling back with a playful grin. “i’m sure you didn’t show up empty-handed, right?”
he laughed, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a small velvet box. your breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate bracelet, its charms glinting in the soft light. each charm was shaped like a snowflake, unique and beautiful in its own way.
“seungcheol…” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the bracelet. “it’s beautiful.”
“just like every moment with you,” he said, fastening it around your wrist. “and just like snowflakes, no two moments are the same. but they’re all worth cherishing.”
the rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and quiet moments where words weren’t needed. as the snow fell outside, you knew that this christmas—and every one after—would be filled with the kind of magic only seungcheol could bring.
soft, glowing fairy lights reflected on the fresh snow as the night blanketed the world in tranquility. seungcheol stood at the window, the corner of his lips tugging upward as he watched you outside, your breath puffing into the chilly air as you diligently worked on the snowman. the sight was familiar, yet it never failed to warm him.
he reached for his scarf—a thick, knit one you had gifted him last christmas—and wrapped it around his neck before stepping out into the cold. you were bent over, adjusting the snowman’s stick arms when his voice broke through the stillness.
“shouldn’t you have an assistant for this?” he teased, his grin widening when you jumped slightly.
“and what took you so long, mister?” you shot back, standing upright with a playful glare. “if this snowman ends up looking like a disaster, it’s your fault.”
seungcheol laughed, his breath visible in the icy air. “i’ll take that responsibility,” he replied, stepping closer and unraveling his scarf. before you could protest, he looped it around your neck, pulling it snug. “you’ll get cold.”
“and now you’ll get cold too,” you muttered, though your cheeks flushed at the gesture.
he waved it off, already crouching to help you roll a fresh ball of snow. the two of you worked in harmony, the occasional burst of laughter echoing as you teased each other. when it came time to lift the snowman’s head onto its body, seungcheol took charge.
“got it,” he said confidently, hoisting the snowball up. but as he adjusted it, a bit of snow tumbled down and hit him square in the face.
you couldn’t hold back your laughter, doubling over as he sputtered and brushed the snow off his nose. “that’s what you get for being cocky,” you teased.
“oh, you’re in trouble now,” he warned, playfully lunging toward you. you shrieked, dodging him as you ran across the yard, the two of you slipping and sliding on the icy ground.
when you finally called a truce, both of you were breathless and grinning, cheeks red from the cold. you returned to the snowman, finishing it off with a carrot nose, pebble eyes, and a lopsided hat that seungcheol claimed gave it “character.”
“what should we name it?” you asked, stepping back to admire your handiwork.
seungcheol tilted his head thoughtfully. “what about… cheolman?” he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“you did not just…” you groaned, though you couldn’t hide your smile. “fine. cheolman it is.”
the two of you stood there for a moment, side by side, as the snow continued to fall gently around you. the world felt quiet, like it was just the two of you and cheolman in your little bubble of peace.
then, under the glow of a nearby streetlamp, seungcheol’s voice broke the silence.
“y/n,” he began softly, turning to face you. his eyes searched yours, warm and earnest. “you know, i’ve always been… cautious about love. worried that it’s temporary, that it’ll melt away when things get hard. but being with you… it’s like building this snowman. it’s fragile and fleeting, sure, but it’s magical while it lasts. and i think that’s what makes it so beautiful.”
tears pricked at your eyes as his words sank in. “seungcheol…” you whispered, your voice trembling.
he stepped closer, brushing a thumb gently across your cheek to wipe away a stray snowflake—or was it a tear? “but here’s the thing,” he continued, his voice steady. “just because it melts doesn’t mean it’s gone. we can always build another one. and another. as many as it takes.”
you didn’t reply, instead wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. his arms came around you instantly, holding you tightly as if to shield you from the world.
“next year,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head, “i’ll come to you. wherever you are. and we’ll build another snowman together.”
the months that followed were hard. the snow melted, and with it, your time together. but seungcheol kept his promise, his calls and messages filling the void of distance.
then, one day, as the first snow of the season began to fall, you heard a familiar knock at your door.
when you opened it, there he was, standing on your doorstep with snowflakes in his hair and a grin that made your heart skip a beat.
“promise kept,” he said simply, holding up a small box wrapped in glittering paper.
as you stepped aside to let him in, something above the door caught your eye—a sprig of mistletoe swaying gently in the cold breeze.
seungcheol noticed it too, his grin softening into something more tender. “looks like fate has good timing,” he murmured, stepping closer.
your breath hitched as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a warmth that melted the winter chill. “may i?” he whispered, his eyes searching yours for permission.
with a soft nod, you closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both gentle and full of unspoken promises. the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing there under the mistletoe, wrapped in the magic of the moment.
when you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, a smile playing on his lips. “i think this might be my favorite tradition yet,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet joy.
“mine too,” you whispered, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat as the snow continued to fall around you, blanketing the world in a fresh layer of magic.
I love your fic with leehan kisses!!! I need Taesans version 😽🥹
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ "taesan kisses💋"
' ╰┈ "kiss me beneath the milky twilight."
' '한동민 x reader
🎧ྀི 'ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kiss me (sixpence none the richer)
oneshot | fem!reader | established rs | lowercase intended | wc: 678
warnings: suggestive, making out, straddling (f), and a lot of kissing cuz duh.
a/n: im glad yall are enjoying my bnd kisses fanfic so far. enjoy this one ♡
you're slumped on the sofa, eyes glued to the tv screen as some mindless show plays out.
the lollipop in your mouth swirls lazily between your lips, cherry flavor bursting sweet on your tongue.
you've always had a thing for sweets—candies that stick to your teeth, cookies warm from the oven, fudgy brownies, and chocolates that melt just right.
it's no wonder taesan can't get enough of kissing you; every time his lips meet yours, he gets that rush from how damn sweet you taste.
he wanders in from the kitchen, a glass of pineapple juice in hand, the bright yellow liquid sloshing gently. "here, try this," he says softly, his voice warm like always.
you reach out without looking, fingers brushing his as you take the glass. a quick sip—tangy and refreshing—before you set it back on the coffee table, half-empty already.
the show's got you hooked, some dramatic twist unfolding.
taesan settles beside you, close enough that his warmth seeps into your side. his arm slips around your waist, hand sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest against your bare stomach. his palm is gentle, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.
you barely register it, too caught up in the episode, but it's comforting in that absent way.
a few minutes pass, and he reaches for the glass again. "c'mon, finish it," he murmurs, lifting it to your lips.
you shake your head slightly, still sucking on the lollipop. "i'm good.' but he's persistent, tilting the glass just enough that the juice touches your mouth. "just a little more." you relent, parting your lips as he tips it carefully, the liquid filling your mouth with its tropical bite.
"don't swallow yet," he whispers, eyes locking on yours now, dark and intent.
the juice sits there, cool against your tongue, and you feel a trickle escape, spilling just a bit over your lower lip.
taesan's gaze drops to it, and before you can react, he leans in. his tongue darts out, licking the droplet away with a slow, deliberate swipe.
then his mouth is on yours—soft at first, tasting the pineapple mingled with the faint cherry from your lollipop.
your lips tremble under his, the unexpected intimacy making your heart stutter. you can't hold it anymore. you swallow, the juice sliding down your throat.
that's all the invitation he needs. taesan deepens the kiss, his free hand cupping your jaw as his tongue slips past your lips, exploring with a hunger that's been building.
he groans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "god, you taste so good," he breathes between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip.
his hand on your stomach presses firmer, sliding up to trace the curve of your ribs, then higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your bra.
he loves every inch of you— the way your body yields to his touch, soft and warm. he pulls you closer, shifting so you're half in his lap, his other hand tangling in your hair to angle your head just right.
the tv playing forgotten in the background as his kisses turn heated, tongues dancing, breaths mingling.
he breaks away only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot just below your ear. "i could kiss you forever," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with affection. his fingers dip lower now, teasing the waistband of your pants, but he keeps it gentle, savoring the way you arch into him.
your sweetness isn't just in your mouth anymore; it's in the way you respond, melting under his hands, his mouth claiming you like you're his favorite treat.
he pulls back to look at you, eyes soft but burning. "you're perfect," he says, hand roaming back up to cup your breast fully, squeezing with just enough pressure to make you gasp. then he's kissing you again, deeper, his body pressing against yours on the sofa, lost in the heat of it all.
how about something wlw? I know you don't usually write lesbian smuts but it would be really great if you did since you're like my fav writer, so maybe I'm on a sleepover with Yves were bored and I'm secretly crushing on her and I just say "let's scissor" and when we do she admits she's crushing on me so I admit too it sound kinda stupid but hot asf
~`♡ cards or heat?
oneshot | w♡w | smut | minors do not interact | bestfriends to lovers(?) | lowercase intended | wc: 607
smut warnings: highly suggestive, mutual pining, vag!on!vag, scissoring position, v rubbing on v, (lmk what else)
a/n: i just loved making this
"ha, that's another loss for you," yves says with a smirk, flipping her winning card face up. her voice is playful, eyes sparkling as she watches you pout.
you groan, tossing your cards aside. "ugh, you're too good at this. i swear, if i lose one more time..." your words trail off as boredom settles in heavier than the summer heat outside.
the air between you feels charged, unspoken tension humming from all those secret thoughts you've harbored about her—her full lips, the way her body moves so effortlessly.
she laughs lightly, stretching out on the sleeping bag. "what now? movie? or are you done embarrassing yourself?"
you hesitate, heart pounding, the words bubbling up before you can stop them. "let's scissor."
yves freezes, her eyes widening as she props herself up on an elbow. a flush creeps up her neck, but there's no shock, just a slow, intrigued smile. "wait, really? you serious?"
you nod, pulse racing, already imagining the heat of her skin against yours. "yeah. why not? we're bored, right?"
she bites her lip, glancing away for a second before meeting your gaze again, something vulnerable flickering there. "okay. yeah, let's do it."
the cards are forgotten as you both shift, shedding clothes in hurried motions—your shorts sliding down your legs, her top pulled over her head to reveal the swell of her breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
yves kicks off her panties, and you follow, both of you bare now, bodies inches apart on the soft bedding.
you move first, lying back and parting your thighs, guiding her closer. she mirrors you, her leg hooking over yours, the warmth of her pussy brushing against your own as you align.
the first press of slick folds against slick folds sends a jolt through you, her wetness mixing with yours in an instant.
"fuck," yves breathes, her hands finding your hips to pull you tighter. she starts to rock, slow at first, her clit grinding against yours with deliberate pressure.
the friction builds heat fast, your clits swelling as you match her rhythm, legs intertwined, pussies sliding wetly together.
you gasp, fingers digging into her thighs, the sensation raw and electric. her breasts bounce softly with each thrust, and you reach up to cup one, thumb circling her nipple until she moans.
"you feel so good," you murmur, hips bucking harder, chasing that building ache.
yves leans down, her hair falling around your face like a curtain, lips hovering near yours. her movements quicken, pussies rubbing faster, the lewd sounds of skin on skin filling the room. "i... i like you," she confesses in a rush, voice husky between pants. "for so long. thought you didn't notice."
your heart flips even as pleasure coils tighter in your core. "me too," you admit, pulling her into a messy kiss, tongues tangling as your bodies grind relentlessly. "always wanted this. wanted you."
the confession fuels you both, her hips snapping against yours with more urgency, clits throbbing in perfect sync. sweat slicks your skin where you connect, her pussy lips parting yours with every slide, juices coating your thighs.
you break the kiss to cry out, the pressure peaking as she whispers your name like a plea.
"come with me," yves urges, her breath hot on your neck, and you do—orgasms crashing over you both in waves, pussies pulsing together, wetness flooding as you tremble in her hold.
she collapses half on top of you, legs still locked, both of you spent and sticky, hearts laid bare in the afterglow.
you stroke her back, smiling into her hair. "so... round two? or more cards?"
she chuckles, nuzzling closer. "definitely not cards."
idk if there's a thing where u get shadowbanned on this app when someone spams your notifs, but i think it's working because i am flopping. (shadowban is a term used when you dont reach others' feed as much because an account likes your posts too much at just short amount of time—i think?) im not complaining or like i dont really care about not getting as much likes because i write for fun and only when i feel like it.
anyways, i am currently working on the 2 reqs (the heeseung and yves one). but currently, im kinda really busy because winter is coming, and so is my suck-up mental health. lol
so youve been a onedoor all along? 😭 can u make a leehan and his personal lip plumper reader. where she is shy but leehan is like... yeah let's just makeout. BTW I LOVED YOUR WOONHAK KISSES SM I NEED A LEEHAN ONE
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ "leehan kisses💋"
' ╰┈ "kiss me beneath the milky twilight."
' '김동현 x reader
🎧ྀི 'ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kiss me (sixpence none the richer)
oneshot | fem!reader | fluff | suggestive (explicitly) | established rs | romance | lowercase intended | wc: 686
smut warnings: dry humping, a lot of kissing, dirty talking (slight), oh and did i mention dry humping lol
a/n: i honestly loved making this bcoz leehan's lips are plumper than mine?! i srsly need to know what lip balms he uses. (maybe i should make one for every member. idk lmk tho !)
the afternoon sun floods through the curtains of leehan's room, casting a warm glow over the scattered clothes and posters on the walls.
you're sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, your cheeks already flushing because leehan has that look in his eyes—the one that says he's about to pull you into something intense without a single word of warning.
he's always been like this: the guy who cracks jokes loud enough to fill a room at parties, but here, alone with you, he turns quiet, his energy focused entirely on you.
leehan slides closer, his hand brushing your thigh softly, fingers tracing light circles that make your breath hitch. "hey," he murmurs, voice low and steady, not a trace of his usual laugh.
his dark eyes lock onto yours, and before you can mumble an excuse or hide your face, he cups your cheek and leans in. his lips meet yours gently at first, a soft press that deepens quickly as he tilts his head, tongue slipping past to taste you.
you melt into it, your shyness making your responses tentative, but leehan doesn't mind—he thrives on drawing you out.
his free hand settles on your waist, pulling you nearer until you're half in his lap, bodies aligning in that familiar way.
the kiss turns hungrier, his mouth moving against yours with slow, deliberate sucks, lips plumping from the friction just like he loves.
he pulls back for a second, breathing against your skin. "god, your lips on mine... you're my favorite thing."
his words make your heart race, and you whimper softly, the sound barely escaping before his mouth claims yours again.
leehan's hands roam now, soft touches everywhere—fingers gliding up your back under your shirt, thumbs brushing the sides of your breasts, then down to squeeze your hips.
he loves you so much it aches, and he's desperate for more of those quiet noises you make, the ones you usually keep locked away behind your pretty, bashful smiles.
you shift in his lap, feeling the hardness of his crotch pressing through his jeans against your core, and a small moan slips from your throat as he rocks up subtly.
"that's it," he whispers into the kiss, voice rough with want. "let me hear you, baby." his hands guide your hips, encouraging you to grind down, the dry friction sending sparks through both of you.
fabric rubs against fabric, your panties growing damp as his bulge nudges your clit with each slow roll.
leehan's quiet intensity builds, his breaths coming in soft pants between kisses, tongue exploring your mouth like he's memorizing every inch.
one hand slips to your ass, kneading gently, pulling you harder against him while the other tangles in your hair, holding you close.
you moan again, louder this time, the vibration humming into his lips, and he groans in response, hips bucking up to meet your movements. "fuck, those sounds... keep making them for me."
the rhythm picks up, your bodies humping in tandem, soft and teasing yet building that delicious pressure.
his touches stay tender—fingertips tracing your spine, palm cupping your breast to thumb your nipple through your bra, another breathy moan that makes his cock twitch beneath you.
he breaks the kiss to nip at your jaw, then your neck, sucking lightly as you rock faster, chasing the heat pooling in your stomach.
"you're so pretty like this," he breathes, eyes half-lidded and full of adoration. "all shy but moaning for me... i love you." his confession spills out amid the intimacy, and it pushes you closer to the edge.
hands everywhere—stroking your thighs, slipping under your skirt to feel the warmth between your legs without pushing further, just soft presses that make you gasp.
your hips stutter, grinding down hard, and the moan that escapes is sweeter, needier, exactly what he craves.
leehan captures your lips once more, swallowing your sounds as the humping intensifies.
Okay what if Reader tells Jake that she has never really Been eaten out before because her toxic ex always told her she was too sweet like what?💔💔
And when hes like omg please let me eat you out he actually moans old loud because she tastes so good 😛
He creams his Pants that moment like first lick if you know what i mean but when he is inside he is SOOO Vocal
When they are done Jake asks her what her Fav Fruit is and she says,,Its Pinapple Jakey why,, Actually starts drooling for some reason 😵💫🤷🏽♀️
oh and they were Bestfriends too 😅
(You are actually one of the best writers out there im not joking) lysm
! ~ ` ♡ trick or treat 🍬
' '심재윤 x reader
oneshot | fem!reader | smut w no plot | minors do not interact | bestfriends to lovers(?) | lowercase intended | wc: 707 | smut warnings: highly suggestive, oral sex (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap tht up irl), cream🥧, overstim.
notes: it's the first of the month babies ! - it's like 3am here lol
a/n: im honestly so flattered to be one of the best writers in your eyes, anon. what can i say, it's just yall giving me ideas anyways so i gotta give you credits too :'). this request was a bomb, i love your head for it. (p.s. been getting so many jake reqs lately).
you're lounging on the couch in jake's apartment, the two of you best friends for years, sharing takeout and venting about life like always.
the conversation drifts to your ex, that toxic asshole who made you feel small, and you let it slip without thinking. "you know, i've never really been eaten out before," you say casually, picking at your food. "he always said i was too sweet down there or whatever. like, who even says that?"
he sets the food down, leaning closer, his knee brushing yours. "that's bullshit. he didn't deserve you anyway. god, please... let me eat you out. i need to show you how wrong he was."
jake freezes, his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, eyes widening as he stares at you. "wait, what? never?" his voice is a mix of shock and something hotter, deeper.
your heart races at the intensity in his gaze, the way his best friend facade cracks into raw hunger. you've always had this spark between you, unspoken tension, and now it's igniting. you nod, whispering a soft "okay," and before you know it, he's pulling you to his bedroom, hands gentle but urgent as he strips your clothes off.
he lays you back on the bed, spreading your thighs wide, his breath hot against your skin. "you're so beautiful," he murmurs, eyes locked on your pussy, already glistening for him. he dives in without hesitation, his tongue flicking out for that first long, slow lick along your folds.
the moment his tongue touches you, jake moans loud, the sound vibrating straight through your core. "fuck, you taste so good," he groans, voice muffled against you as he laps at your clit, sucking it into his mouth.
his hips buck involuntarily, and you feel the wet spot forming in his pants—he's cumming just from tasting you, his body shuddering as he grinds against the mattress, spilling into his boxers with a desperate whimper. "oh god, yes, so fucking sweet... i can't—"
he doesn't stop, though. his tongue delves deeper, circling your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with it while his fingers grip your thighs hard enough to leave marks.
you arch off the bed, gasping as pleasure builds fast, his moans turning into hungry growls that make your walls clench.
"jake—" you cry out, and he pulls back just enough to beg, "cum for me, please, i need it." his lips wrap around your clit again, sucking hard, and you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you as you flood his mouth.
he's rock hard still, despite cumming, and he strips quickly, his cock springing free, thick and leaking. he positions himself between your legs, rubbing the head against your slick entrance. "gonna fuck you now," he pants, pushing in slow at first, inch by inch, stretching you perfectly.
once he's buried deep, he starts thrusting, and holy shit, he's vocal. "fuck, your pussy feels amazing," he groans with every snap of his hips, the bed creaking under you. "so tight, gripping me like that—oh god, yes, take it all." his words tumble out in a filthy stream, mixing with moans that get louder as he picks up speed, pounding into you relentlessly. "you're mine now, best friend or not, this cunt is perfect—shit, i'm gonna fill you up."
you wrap your legs around him, meeting his thrusts, and he loses it, slamming deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you over and over.
"cum with me," he demands, voice breaking, and you do, clenching around him as waves of ecstasy rip through you.
he follows seconds later, roaring your name as he pumps hot cum deep inside, hips jerking erratically.
when it's over, you both collapse, sweaty and spent, his head on your chest as you catch your breath. he lifts up, grinning lazily, and asks, "hey, what's your favorite fruit?"
you blink, still hazy. "it's pineapple, jake. why?"
his eyes darken again, and suddenly he's drooling, a thin trail of saliva slipping from the corner of his mouth as he stares at you like he wants round two. "pineapple... fuck, that explains why you taste like heaven," he mutters, licking his lips before leaning in to kiss you, already hardening against your thigh.
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🎧ྀི 'ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kiss me (sixpence none the richer)
oneshot | fem!reader | fluff | slight suggestiveness (nothing explicit) | established rs | domestic vibes | soft romance | lowercase intended | wc: 1299
notes: all characters are portrayed as of age. this story contains no explicit or mature content.
a/n: this is a soft, comfort-based oneshot ! everything is written tastefully & not intended to be mature. just love, laughter, and woonhak kisses ♡ (p.s. my first bnd fanfic, yey !)
you’ve been busy—school, work, family, friends—and somewhere in between all that, there’s woonhak.
your world’s been split into three lately: the one where it’s just you and him, the one where you try to be a good daughter and friend, and the one where you chase deadlines, part-time shifts, and grades that never seem to rest.
your plate’s been full, maybe overflowing, but somehow, everything feels lighter when he’s around. woonhak has this habit of showing up for you—literally.
he risks his packed schedule just to pick you up after class, no matter how short the drive home is.
you’ve memorized his car by now—the way it always waits near the school gate, tinted windows half rolled down, music faint in the background.
like clockwork, he steps out before you even touch the handle. he opens the passenger door with that familiar grin—the one that always melts away the day’s weight—and you slip in quietly.
he leans over to buckle your seatbelt, close enough that his cologne lingers on your skin. you hope he never stops doing that—never loses the habit of caring in quiet ways.
“how’s my girl doing?” he asks softly, voice laced with a smile.
you manage a small one of your own. “good,” you mumble, too tired to elaborate, but he doesn’t push. he just nods, drives, and lets the silence be comfortable.
the car slows in front of your house, but before you can reach for the door handle, there’s a soft click. locked.
you glance at him, confused. he’s looking at you, not with mischief—but with that quiet kind of affection that says he missed you more than he’ll ever admit.
“just one more minute,” he murmurs.and before you can ask why, woonhak leans in and kisses you—slow, warm, and lingering—like he’s trying to remind you that no matter how chaotic everything gets, this part of your world will always wait for you.
woonhak kisses you slow—soft and unhurried, like he’s got all the time in the world. one hand slips to the back of your head, keeping you still, the other angling your chin just right with his fingers.
he kisses you like he’s trying to make you forget the deadlines, the sleepless nights, the noise. like he’s silently taking your exhaustion and carrying it for you. he always notices, even when you try to hide it behind a tired smile.
when he finally pulls away, you’re left breathless—lips tingling, cheeks flushed. he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone, then tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light.
“just tell me when it gets too much, okay?” he says, his voice quiet but sure. his eyes search yours, not demanding anything—just being there.
you nod, the words caught in your throat.he exhales softly, smiling like he doesn’t want to let you go yet. “i’ll always find you,” he murmurs, half teasing, half promise.
then he leans forward again, pressing a smaller, gentler kiss to your forehead—the kind that says rest, you’re safe now.
“go on,” he whispers, unlocking the door at last. “before i change my mind and keep you here all night.”
it’s friday night, the kind that feels like a deep exhale after a long week. the world outside hums with the usual noise—cars passing, faint chatter from the street—but in here, it’s just the two of you.
the living room’s dim, lit only by the warm glow of the tv playing something neither of you are really watching. woonhak’s arm is draped lazily around you, your head resting against his chest, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your shoulder.
it’s quiet—the kind of quiet that feels full, not empty. his heartbeat thuds softly under your ear, steady and familiar, and you think maybe this is what peace feels like.
“you ever think about what you’d be doing if we didn’t meet?” you ask suddenly, voice muffled against his shirt.
he hums, thinking. “probably working myself to death,” he says with a small laugh. “or sleeping through weekends. either way, less fun.”
you smile, eyes still closed. “you’d probably still find a way to annoy me somehow.”
“maybe,” he says, pretending to think about it. then softer, “but i like this version better.”
you tilt your head up to look at him—the faint blue light from the tv catching his face, highlighting that stupidly pretty smile of his. he looks at you like you’re the only person that exists in this whole quiet world.
“what?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
he just grins. “nothing. just… you look at peace.”
you roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat creeping up your neck. “that’s because your chest is comfy.”
he laughs, low and warm, and presses a kiss to the top of your head—lingering, like he means it.
the movie keeps playing, but neither of you care. you’re too busy memorizing the rhythm of his breathing, the way his fingers curl around yours, the soft weight of the moment that feels like it could last forever.
the movie’s long forgotten now, background noise blending into the steady rhythm of your breathing. woonhak’s hand absentmindedly traces circles on your arm, and you can tell he’s getting restless—that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes.
“you’re quiet,” he says, looking down at you with a half-smile.
“i’m relaxed,” you mumble, not bothering to move.
“oh yeah?” he teases, his grin widening. “then you wouldn’t mind if—”
you don’t even have time to react before his fingers find your sides, tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, twisting in his arms as laughter spills out of you uncontrollably.
“woonhak—!” you try to escape, but he’s laughing too now, his voice mixing with yours—soft, genuine, echoing through the small living room.
“okay, okay! stop!” you gasp between giggles, clutching his hoodie as he finally relents, breathless and smiling.
he looks at you then—really looks—cheeks pink from laughter, hair messy from moving around. his gaze softens in that way it always does, and suddenly, the teasing fades into something quieter.
“you’re so pretty when you laugh,” he says, voice low, almost shy.
your heart stumbles a little. “you’re such a flirt,” you murmur, but you’re smiling anyway.
“only with you,” he says, and leans in—brushing his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
then another, just below your jaw. and one more, slower, at the corner of your lips—not rushed, not demanding, just there. you feel his smile against your skin.
“woonhak kisses,” you whisper teasingly. “you’ve got a lot of those.”
he chuckles, forehead resting against yours. “guess i’ll never run out, then.”
then, one by one, you return his kisses. a quick one to his cheek, another to the tip of his nose. he giggles—actually giggles—when your lips find his dimple, the one that always shows when he smiles too wide.
“what are you—” he starts, but you hush him with one last kiss. this one lands on his lips—slow, tender, lingering.
the kind of kiss that doesn’t ask for more. just stays, quiet and certain.when you pull back, he’s smiling again—that same soft, heart-melting smile.
“see?” you whisper, brushing your thumb against his jaw. “i’ve got woonhak kisses too.”
he laughs, eyes crinkling, and pulls you back into his arms, pulling you closer until you’re tucked against him—legs tangled, breaths syncing, hearts calm, your laughter fading into warmth and quiet.
and in that stillness—tangled up in each other, surrounded by nothing but the sound of your hearts—you realize you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
a/n: hope u enjoyed this one ! and im really close to 1000 followers, tysm ! also, this fanfic is a headstart for my other pending requests. i posted this woonhak fanfic because i got way too excited on stanning bnd. love them already, my playlist is their songs on repeat. (guess who my bias is 👀)
