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pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader. genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff. wc: 800?. warnings: this man is absolutely astronomically down bad. an: i’m going to pretend this isn’t self-indulgent. bonus points for anyone who correctly guesses who the inspiration for this beomgyu is 🤪
your eyes sparkle. your lips curl up. they dig into your cheeks and crease the edges of your eyes. you tilt your head back. and then that smile, already lethal enough as is, cracks open and you laugh.
this sequence, this magnificent spectacle, plays in slow motion for beomgyu. it is a mesmerizing spell that had been burned into his retinas from the very moment you first honoured him with it–monday, or just now, he wasn’t sure. every time felt like the first.
laughter, beautiful, raging-manic-drugged-up-butterfly-unleashing laughter spills from your lips and wraps around the racing heart in his chest so firmly he has to gasp for air. he’s pretty sure this sight deserved the top spot on the list of the world’s seven wonders, but he also wanted to drag you into a room and have it all to himself.
and he did that. him. little old beomgyu pulled that look, that sound out of you.
you were going to be his. you didn’t know it yet, but you were.
“tomatoes, beomgyu? really?” you say between the breaths with which you’re trying to control your laughter. his heart swells a little more every time you say his name, and he’s certain one day it’s just going to burst right out of his chest and snuggle into yours. you manage to contain yourself and his heart drops, but the smile remains so he deems it still a win. “what do you have against tomatoes?”
“they’re pure evil,” he grins as you dab away the tears in your eyes with your fingers. he decides right then and there that these kinds of tears are the only tears that are allowed to fall from your eyes. “they’re designed to be imposters! i mean, look, they’ve got the look of a vegetable, but they’re a fruit! not to mention, they’re too slimy to really taste like either.”
you giggle, and tomatoes are suddenly his favourite fruit in the world. he’d start a small country and make tomatoes the national fruit, it’d be on the flag too. “fair enough. but you believe that’s why they’re plotting a revolution?”
“think about it,” he shrugs, brushing obstructing strands of hair from his eyes, “no one would ever see it coming.”
you shake your head and sigh, your hair falling over your face. he aches to reach over and tuck it away; he wanted to always see all of you. but he thinks better of it. he would take things slow, have you see how great he was first. there was nothing cool about being irredeemably down bad for someone from the second he laid eyes on them.
the campus café was quiet this time of the evening. most students were either comfortably in their dorms, or partying in someone else’s. on any other night, beomgyu, too, would have been with a solo cup in hand at heeseung’s, but now you were here. you had transferred from another university in the city and, with his luck, you were in the same major, in the same year and had been grouped together for an assignment.
needless to say, professor cho is his hero.
“beomgyu,” you say, pulling him out of his daze. he then decides that beomgyu must be the most beautiful name in existence, second only to yours, because why else would his heart skip a beat when you say it. your smile has vanished, and you’re looking at him in a way that makes him nervous.
“why aren’t the others coming?”
he fights the surprise off from his face. his mind is blank. how was he to tell you that he told them you moved the groupwork date to tomorrow, because he hoped to have you alone today. because talking about tomatoes with you was infinitely more important than some guy called leonardo da vinci and whatever the hell he did.
he observes your face, starting from your cute little chin and ending with your big, beautiful eyes. he realizes that this look is telling him that you know. you know they aren’t coming, and that you could have possibly known for the whole three hours you’ve sat there. he feels his heart in his throat, two feet from disembarking on the journey to the palm of your hand.
“do you wanna go somewhere with me?” he asks, a little more breathlessly than he had hoped. that smile, that weapon of mass destruction sent by God Himself to make him a holy man, makes a reappearance and it’s all he can do not to fall to his knees.
“i’d go anywhere with you,” you mumble. and then your eyes widen with realization and your face turns pink.
he fires heeseung a text, yea, no, dude, idc. this woman is going to have all my babies.
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P: Hongjoong x male reader | G: timestamp, fluff, comfort | Inc: Hongjoong being the best boyfriend, comforting y/n, bad day at work, taking a bath, blankets, movie night, Pretty Woman (watch it) | Wc: 364| W: very slight food cw because of the popcorn| R: G
Minnie's notes; so I was initially writing this for my boyfriend...and then shit happened in my own life so I ended up writing it for me too go figure
Looking up from his late-night coffee as the front door opened, the smile that crept onto Hongjoong’s face melted into a concerned frown when he caught onto his boyfriend’s exhausted expression. Setting his mug down and padding his way across to the sofa, Hongjoong reached his hand out, taking y/n’s hand in his own as he waited for his boyfriend to mention what was wrong.
“Work sucked…stupid clients and their stupid demands.” Resting his head against Hongjoong’s shoulder, y/n played with the ends of his sleeves, the pout on his face deepening the longer he thought about his day. Humming in confusion when he was pulled to his feet and gently shooed in the direction of the bedroom, y/n turned to a determined looking Kim Hongjoong.
“I’m confused…”
“You go take a bath and unwind, and I’ll get the living room ready, c’mon, go~!”
Waiting for the last of the popcorn to well, pop, while y/n relaxed in the bath, Hongjoong took another look at his carefully crafted blanket and cushion pile across the sofa and living room floor. It was the epitome of comfort and all that was missing was the popcorn and Hongjoong holding his boyfriend in his arms. Bouncing on his feet while he watched the last few seconds tick by, Hongjoong popped open the microwave door and the now-ready bowl of popcorn to the table, a pleased smile on his face as he looked upon his handiwork. All that was missing was a certain y/n—
“Joong love…did you set all of this up?” His jaw hanging as he took in the sight in front of him, y/n blinked back grateful tears as he wrapped Hongjoong in an impossibly tight hug. Burying his head in the shorter man’s shoulder while Hongjoong pulled him in the direction of the sofa and the mass of blankets, y/n watched in stunned silence as Hongjoong turned on his favourite film.
“We’re watching Pretty Woman?”
“Uh huh! Figured you needed to unwind…and I’m kinda coming round to the film.” Hongjoong admitted, the grin on y/n’s face increasing tenfold.
pairing: kang taehyun x reader. genres: fluff, f2l. wc: 764. warnings: none i’m aware of!. an: i am aware there are a flotilla of f2l fics on my blog. no, i cannot explain why. also idk what i was trying with this, and i’m so nervous i wanna hurl, but i hope you guys like it!
the seasons are changing.
the sweltering, muggy weather began to cool and subdue. soft breezes became chilly breaths coaxing goosebumps onto your skin. flip-flops were exchanged for sneakers and warms sweaters were pulled over t-shirts and shorts on especially brisk mornings.
golds, browns, reds and yellows began to creep onto the leaves of the maple tree in your backyard. the seasons are changing.
your eyes are on taehyun and his are on the biology textbook in his lap. it’s this big, heavy hardcover with words so small you were sure they were written by an ant, but in the thirty minutes since you’ve settled against the maple tree he has already read half of it.
this was always how it was when he visited on sundays, and you never minded it. whenever he got so absorbed it afforded you minutes, sometimes hours, at a time to appreciate the shape of his eyes, the lines of his nose and jaw, the paleness of his skin and the curve of his lips.
the cool blades of grass brush against your legs as you adjust yourself so your head rests in his lap. his eyes don’t move from his course material, but he accommodates your shift with a lift of his arms before settling one of them across your chest. when he turns a page, it brushes across your cheek lightly. his fingers gently grasp your arm, thumb rubbing circles into your shoulder.
taehyun was going to a big university in seoul. you were so proud of him. he had received early admittance through this special science program for the top twelve students who applied. he was due to leave in two weeks.
two weeks.
an invisible hand reached into your chest and squeezed its fingers like a vice around your heart. imagining that someone who had been at your side for as long as you could remember leave made you tremble. taehyun was like your lucky charm; you had no idea how you were going to be without him. your best friend.
the pad of taehyun’s finger presses between your eyebrows. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head. you know telling him is pointless. you’ll either make him laugh or make him sad; either prospect was horrifying. “nothing.”
“i know you like the back of my hand, loser. soulmates, remember?” he pulls the tokyo ghoul keychain from his book bag and dangles it infront of your face. he doesn’t even like anime. he often tells you to get off the ink fumes and into the real world. but he has carried around that keychain like it’s the most precious thing in the world to him ever since you won it at a convention you dragged him to when you were twelve. you have a matching one.
seeing it, and the proud smile pushing those beautiful dimples into his cheeks, makes a lump form in your throat and pressure burn behind your eyes.
he frowns, hands moving to cradle your face. “hey, hey, hey. tell me what’s wrong, (y/n).” his eyes are sad, sad, sad, and his thumbs are soft against the corners of your eyes.
“if you ditch me for some marie curry or some shit i’ll kick your ass.” you sniffle and turn away from him so that he doesn’t see your cheeks burn.
he bursts out laughing, so hard even his legs are shaking and you’re pretty sure your face is on fire.
“(y/n) marie curie is dead!” he chuckles and you curse at him under your breath but still loud enough for him to hear.
when his laughter has died down, he runs his fingertips through your hair above your ear and down into your neck. he repeats the motion a few times, slowly, carefully.
your backyard is quiet, save for the breeze gently rustling the leaves now and then, even the cicadas are still. under the shade of the maple tree the air nips at your bare arms, but it isn’t the reason for your goosebumps when taehyun leans down and whispers into your ear.
“you’re my everything.”
his hands are warm on your arms, gliding upward until his fingers on your shoulders turn you over. the look in his chocolate-brown eyes make your nerve-endings tingle. they dart between your eyes and your lips; asking, begging. his fingers curl around the back of your neck and swarms of butterflies burst into your belly.
his lips brush against yours.
a crimson leaf, one buried beneath the green, one you hadn’t even noticed, floats from its branch and catches in your hair.
the seasons are changing.
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❦ who gets hurt (before / during / after the talking stage) | OT5
pairing(s): txt x s/o (gn!reader)
genre: angst | headcanon
warning(s): a little heart heavy, lowercase intended, mentions about broken relationships, unrequited feelings, tendency to fall out of love, rejection, playing with emotions, lowkey leading on
summary: each member is their own person working in their own way. some personalities clash, and some don’t. but not every talking stage ends in a healthy relationship.
disclaimer: just a reminder that this does not represent the idol irl in any way, it's just my thoughts for entertainment.
wc: 954
note: you just know I’m about to recommend Hurt by New Jeans. Le Sserafim’s Sour Grapes is a little similar too! it’s been a while since I wrote some angst so here it goess,, majority of these are what I thought of and I also discussed these ideas with my baby @yjusei thank you for adding on the bonus ideas for soobin <3
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CHOI YEONJUN — does the hurting and gets hurt: he flirts a lot in general, but when he genuinely really likes you and tells you that, you refuse to believe him. you're thinking you're just some type of game to him along with the other people he talks to. he tries so hard to convince you but you just can’t trust him because he literally flirts and plays too much. you’re scared of being hurt by someone like him; someone who literally has everyone falling by his feet and has countless options, and yet he's also hurting that he doesn't know how else to convince you that he genuinely wants to be with you.
CHOI SOOBIN — would get hurt: he is so gentle and has so much love to give, but some people take advantage of that and only care about going to these fancy places and doing things they want because soobin's previously mentioned that he’d say yes to whatever his gf/ s/o would say. in the end when he realises that, he voices it out to tell them they should try staying in or saving money instead of blowing it away, and that s/o is fed up of him being a party pooper that they call off the relationship and finds another guy to spend money with. soobin isn't stingy, no, he's just becoming aware that the only time majority of his past s/o's would want to spend time with him is when money is involved. he'd like to have some nights when you stay in and binge watch his favourite anime or you two start an anime that neither of you have watched before, but he hasn't experienced that yet.
BONUS: an alternative is that soobin would be doing the hurting. soobin, as a leader, is so used to needing to maintain such a perfect image with restrictions to a lot of things, so when he enters a relationship it's his form of escapism. the relationship just wouldn't be stable. he has this side of him that no one really knows, he can't show them off even if he wanted to because he has his everyday duties and responsibilities. and when he eventually has a partner to show off this unknown side of him, he associates all fun stuff – that he hasn't been able to do – with that relationship; resulting on the relationship leaning more towards the 'fun' dynamic rather than an emotional thing. and due to the lack of emotional connection – mostly from soobin's side – there would be a possibility of the relationship falling into an on-and-off pattern. seeming he may be irritated once his fun is done or interrupted, he'd call off the relationship only for him to get back with you again in a matter of a couple of days, only for the cycle to repeat.
CHOI BEOMGYU — the one who does the hurting: though he’s got this playful and extremely loveable side of him that we are aware of, he isn’t interested in relationships at the moment, or for a long while; he just wants to focus on himself, his career and do things the traditional way. he's got this work ethic that he genuinely enjoy's what he does, and although he may find people attractive and start conversations with them, he just knows that it's only temporary and has this mindset that there's no point in pursuing something that isn't event there in the long run. there are chances he would talk to someone he's attracted to but it wouldn't go past the talking stage — he's set on the thought that it'll be temporary and will not hesitate to turn them down if they are wanting to be something more. he’s such a mommy’s boy that he puts his efforts towards and prioritises his own family before thinking about getting into a relationship. he wants to live the best life to the fullest without the thought of a relationship having to weigh him down / prevent him from doing things he wants to do.
KANG TAEHYUN — does the hurting and gets hurt: he believes that the chances of two people liking each other is extremely narrow, so he straight up tells you that he isn’t really into you. at most, and if you're that interesting to him, he'd ask if you two can still stay in contact and be just friends. but when he does find someone who he’s into, he plays hard to get with his walls up and guarded, and tells you the same thing as he always does, but eventually, you convince yourself that he doesn’t like you in that way at all. and when he sees someone else flirting with you he gets jealous and literally took it upon himself 😭 it's his fault you've fallen in the arms of another person when he literally had you in the palm of his hand but decided to let it go, he's too shameless to ask you to come back to him just so he could show you how much he liked you.
HUENINGKAI — would get hurt: again, he loves too easily. he’s literally so precious and I feel like people either don’t stay in a relationship for long / don’t reciprocate that feeling because they see him as too nice, because he’s genuinely a pure soul. some people would go for people like yeonjun with a more wild and out going personality. and he envies yeonjun for that wild side that he may not have, or beomgyu's loud and out-going side because he thinks it's easier to date people of those personalities. he’d get a little insecure about it, especially if someone in the past has left him for someone of that category and would be a little scared to love again 🥺
warning(s): established relationship, incredibly soft hyuka
wc: 586
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a/n: happy hueningkai day everyone <3 here’s a little something I wrote a while ago but I just think it’s appropriate for this occasion ^^ hope you all enjoy this little thing <3
You nuzzle up comfortably until your face finds home into the warmth emitting from one's chest, the scent of his sweet cologne tingling in your nose, inviting you to rest peacefully for the remaining of the night. It’s a Saturday night and you agreed to marathon anime movies with your boyfriend and his friends. You haven’t spent time with the boys for a while, also knowing that Hueningkai would appreciate if he could spend some time with the boys also.
“Huening, do you need a blanket or anything?” Yeonjun was sitting on the couch before getting up on his feet to make his way into the kitchen. Hueningkai shot a soft smile and shook his head slowly, trying not to wake you up from his movements.
The both of you were sitting on the floor, though you were sitting on his lap, your cheek squished against the junction between his collar and the crook of his neck, your legs were slightly curled to his side while he cradled you in his arms. You were lucky that his back was resting against the sofa otherwise he’d lose balance, perhaps with your back also hitting the floor.
You shift slightly in your sleep, almost as if you flinched at something in your dream when a little whine of complaint left your lips, leaving your brows to softly knit together; Hueningkai found this completely adorable, chuckling to himself before placing a soft kiss atop of your forehead.
“Our Huening is growing up, huh?” Taehyun watched the gentle action, smiling at him while Beomgyu’s sleepy head and lilac locks scatters across his lap, and his body taking up the space on the rest of the sofa.
“Take good care of them,” Soobin also joined in the appreciation for their youngest member. He was always being babied by everyone in the group and it was refreshing to see him baby someone else; it was cute that it was you.
Hueningkai nodded. His free hand tucked a loose strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear, his fingers lightly tracing soft lines across your cheek. He’s never felt so at peace to this extent, but ever since you became his person he seemed more gentle and calm — quite rare for the members since they always see him in a hyper state, laughing loud and messing around with one another.
“Of course, I love them.”
The room hitched with couple exaggerated gasps but also genuine ones, loud enough for Beomgyu to flinch in his sleep, though, he’s not that much of a heavy sleeper.
Hueningkai’s thumb continues to sweetly caress your cheek, resting by your ear lobe and softly fiddling with it.
From his gentle gesture, you shift again, eyes still heavy, you slowly open one eye and look up at him. "Happy birthday, Hyuka." Your voice a little raspy, but still audible enough for him to hear.
You could hear the rest of the boys cooing 'aw's and you just know one of them is pouting at the both of you, endeared from the interaction. "I love you." You whispered.
With your hand balancing yourself on the floor, you push yourself up to lay a quick kiss on his soft cheek. The action erupted a giggle from him, feeling his arms wrap around you a little tighter to cuddle you close.
pairing: huening kai x reader. genre: fluff! established relationship. low-key domestic-ish. wc: 1,3k. warnings: none i know of!. an: AISHA ALWAYS PROVIDES! also, happy birthday to the angel-est angel to ever angel 🥳🫶🏻
querencia
(n.) a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
you sprint toward the end of the hall and flick the lights off, slipping and sliding along the floorboards to return to your hiding place before the front door opens. from your spot behind the counter, where you have a clear view of the aforementioned door, you cackle silently. this is going to be the best birthday yet.
you hear your best friend in the whole entire world press the code into his doorlock, and duck. you hadn’t seen him in weeks. he was always so busy now that he was a global star — yes, yes. hold the applause. he’s fantastic but we can’t let that stuff get to his already ginormous head — so although you called and texted often, you missed him. a very normal amount.
there is a shuffling sound as he toes off (what you’re one hundred percent certain is) his new balance sneakers and opts for his in-house slippers. his bag drops onto the floor with a heavy thud and he lets out a sigh riddled with fatigue. it almost makes you feel guilty, but you promise you’re going to make up for it by giving him the best birthday ever.
he flips on the lights and you shoot up with the biggest grin plastered over your face.
“SURPRISE!”
he stumbles backward, looking like a deer in headlights. that look lasts for all but a minute as his eyes assess you from top to bottom, almost as if making sure you’re really there, before a smile breaks onto his lips.
“get over here,” he says, eyes twinkling and arms outstreched.
you feel ridiculous as you choke back a sob, but the minute you leap into his embrace, warms tears wet your cheeks and his cozy hoodie. you melt into him, his scent washing over you like a wave pulling you in. he smells like mint and fresh pasteries and home.
so maybe you missed him a little more than the normal amount.
you’re reluctant to let go, but the desire to see and observe every detail of his face, to revisit the familiar parts and scout out every new one, is much too overpowering. so you lean back and do just that. he’s still smiling, and just as beautiful as you remember.
“you’re such a sap, y’know,” he chuckles and takes the side of your face into the palm of his hand. you lean into it, not taking your eyes off him, and he drags his thumb across your cheek to chase away all your tears.
you bask in the warmth of him and little bubble that forms around the two of you whenever you’re together. but then your eyes find the dark circles around his eyes and your heart clenches.
you step away from him and he pouts. “come on, i have more surprises for you!”
“unless they involve more hugs, i’m not interested.”
you roll your eyes and slip your hand into his. his lips are smiling again and he intertwines your fingers. before you pass out from sheer giddy-ness, you lead him into the kitchen and sit him down at the counter. he observes the contents of the plate before him and arches a brow.
“you... baked?”
“yes.” chocolate chip cookies, to be exact. you wanted to taste test them before he came, but the four in the plate were the only ones that didn’t burn.
“you baked... here?” he glances around and sniffs the air, “and the fire department didn’t get involved? my apartment is unscathed?”
“yes!” well, they almost did. the smoke alarm went off, but you had a hand on the situation and assured the landlord it wouldn’t be necessary.
you glare at him and he holds his hands up in defense with a laugh. “okay, okay. i’m flattered. thank you, (y/n).”
he stifles a yawn before he takes a bite out of a cookie and you frown. you grab his hand and he makes a startled sound, the cookie falling to the floor. “hey! i was eating that!”
you pull him onto the sofa and tell him not to move. you jog to the kitchen and fetch what you need from the refrigerator. when you return, he’s scrolling through his phone with tired eyes. your gut twists. you wonder if your plan is failing and you’re just making things worse.
you take a deep breath and swallow, pushing back negative thoughts before you march toward him. “no, no, no,” you click your tongue and pluck the device from his fingers, tossing it beside him. you wave a finger, “none of that tonight, mister. we’re going full-on self-care.”
he eyes the pair of sheet masks in your arm, the cucumber slices in your hand and your bag of skin care products hanging off your wrist skeptically.
“self-care for who?” he squints, “you’re going to enjoy this more than i am.”
you know he’s joking, but your stomach plummets. you really wanted to give him a good birthday, one where he got to relax and be with you. but you wonder if you were just being selfish and exhausting him even further.
kai notices the change in your mood right away, little fissures of concern etching between his brows. he leans over and scoops you into his arms with ease. he sits you in his lap and tilts your chin toward him.
“hey, what’s wrong?”
you love this side of him. the kai no one gets to see but you. the one who loves you in all your broken pieces but will put them back together so you can love yourself just as much. the one who will never hesitate to let you know just how important you are to him.
you brush his long dark hair from his face and smile. he watches you with hawk eyes, like he wants to capture every single movement, every single second precious to him. your heart swells further.
“come, let’s get your grimey face cleaned up.” you set your things onto the sofa beside him and turn in his lap so that you’re straddling him.
“excuse me,” he scoffs. you smirk as you peel a wipe from the pack, knowing where this is going. “i have the best skin in the world. you love my skin.”
“only because i taught you how to take care of it,” you say, taking a second wipe and dragging it along his skin, “and you love me.”
he grins, “yup, i do.”
you bite back a smile and your face heats up. you pick up the container with the sliced cucumbers and ask him to close his eyes as you place them onto his face. he really has the best skin. his pores are nearly non-existant, and the glow would have been bright enough even without the wipe down. it’s irritating.
another yawn breaks you from your reverie and you freeze. after placing the last cucumber on the top of his forehead, you scoot backwards so you can lean down and rest your head on his shoulder.
“kai?” his arms wrap around you though his head remains against the back of the sofa and he hums in response. guilt tugs harder at your gut. “what’s your schedule like tomorrow? am i... should you get to bed?”
he doesn’t respond for a beat, so you think he’s fallen asleep. but then he nudges your head with his shoulder to get your attention. hesitantly, you lift your head to look at him.
all traces of fatigue, other than the bags are gone from his eyes as he looks at you with seriousness.
“there is no greater sense of contentment than seeing your smile when i come home and feeling you in my arms. and knowing that you didn’t burn my place to the ground–ouch!” he laughs as you shove him, your face red as a tomato.
his laughter floats through the air like the melody to the world’s greatest song, to which your heart choruses mine, mine, mine.
“i hate you.”
he smirks, “you love me.”
you grin, “i do.”
“i would take you in a fervent embrace and make out with you right now, but if i’m afraid if i move your cucumbers are going to fall off.”
“such a drama queen,” you sigh. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.
he smiles against your lips, “happy birthday, kai.”
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P: Jay x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: having breakfast together, domestic!au, established relationship, journalist!reader, gift giving, petnames | Wc: 437| W: food cw| R: G
Minnie's notes; let's all thank @koishua for providing me with the inspiration for this. also you're getting blond!jay in this.
Warm, hearty notes of Jay’s signature cooking had made its way to the bedroom as y/n finally started waking up, the summer sun making its presence more than well known. The morning was in full swing and a glance at the clock – a stark 10:30 in the morning – brought y/n out of bed and into their morning routine. It was the weekend, but there was nothing like a morning where y/n and Jay could enjoy each other’s presence without the overhanging reminder of work. Y/n’s routine was over quicker than she could account for – Jay’s cooking had that effect – and the journalist was dressed in a blouse and jeans and making her way downstairs faster than she could recite her company’s address.
Setting the last few things with a pleased smile on his face, Jay looked up with an owlish blink the moment he felt arms wrapped around his waist, turning his head to face y/n and smiling the moment he felt a kiss being pressed against his cheek. Clearing his hands and turning around, the blond squeaked when y/n had him pressed up against the dining table, her arms encasing him in.
Not that he was complaining.
“Hello there hot stuff~” Jay snorted.
“Good morning to you too darling~” closing the distance with a kiss, he pulled her to sit, taking a seat on the opposite end. A comfortable silence passing as the two went about eating breakfast, Jay reached for a box he had hidden behind the fruit bowl.
“Y/n love? Look at me for a moment?”
“What is it Jay?” Her eyes widening as she caught sight of the box in Jay’s hands, y/n’s looked to her boyfriend with a pout, not a sound escaping her as he walked over and attached the necklace around her neck.
“This…you…when?” Words failing her as she rubbed her thumb over the necklace, y/n could feel her heart melting by the second, Jay’s proud grin only making her fall further and further in love with him – if it was even possible.
“You’ve been working really hard on that cover story, and I’m so, so grateful that I met you. I, I wanted to show my appreciation.” Admitting his reasoning and burying his face in his coffee cup, Jay peered over the edge of the ceramic, confused for a moment when y/n seemed to have all but vanished. Looking around, he chuckled when a very thankful y/n attached herself to his back in a hug, peppering the base of his neck in ‘thank you’ kisses.
❥ ҉ TXT FINALLY MEETING YOU WHILE IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
✧ pairings: Yeonjun x reader, Soobin x reader, Taehyun x reader
✧ genre: romance, fluff, non-idol au, established relationships
✧ warning(s): none!
✧ wc: 831
✧ synopsis: you’re in a long distance relationship with txt and finally you get to see them again, but some kept it as a surprise in many different ways.
✧ a/n: my friend prev @/choideluxe (deactivated) wrote this which we made as a collab, but here is their part of txt's ldr headcanons! I hope you enjoy <3
you can read beomgyu and hueningkai's part here!
Soobin
He won't say anything at all
Soobin will try to keep it as a secret as much as possible because he doesn't want to spoil the surprise, after all he prepared so much for it
He'll book his ticket in advance and would plan things out ahead before he forgets
"Hey, I have a surprise for you soon!"
He's quite discreet about the whole thing, you won't catch him slipping at all
However, once it's the day he'll leave to see you, then he'll tell you to go fetch something there at the airport
It's obvious but he'll still tell you it's his friend who's going to be studying there, but no!
Soobin would run up to you with the biggest smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you, laughing and telling you how long he wanted this to happen
"I'm so excited to spend time with you again."
You would be too shocked to say anything, you had your hunch but you didn't really expect to see him and hold him like this again
There are two options, he will either spin you around like what he'd seen in movies or just stand there holding you with a dorky smile
"Now, did you like your surprise?" He asks and he will be waiting for you to say yes :(
It will take a while for Soobin to let you go and he'd be so talkative around you, he just missed you so much and to spend more time with you is something he's been waiting for
"Hey stupid, I love you" he would be so shocked hearing you say that but he will respond with "I love you too, stupid" with a goofy smile
Yeonjun
This man here would do everything
From the movies he'd seen of couples meeting in an airport, or the tactics he'd seen from it too
He'll plan it out himself and it's definitely something you'll see in a romcom movie
Yeonjun and you have this inside joke like, "where are you? come over." And he'd reply with, "if I can swim across the ocean, why not."
He tells you that he'd be sending you a gift instead of anything else, so any hints other than that there's nothing you can get
So one day you get a call from him, you're in the mood to make the joke because you miss him
"Can you come over, I miss you."
Yeonjun smiles, "maybe if you open the door I can come in."
So you open the door and see him standing there with his arms open wide, waiting for you to tackle him in a hug
"Where's my gift?"
He'd be like the audacity and it's obvious on his face, annoyed but amused
"I am the gift!" He'd be so annoyed I swear, "I flew all the way here just to spend more time and—"
Then you close the door on his face, laughing to yourself once you hear him banging on the door asking you to let him in so you open it again
But he'd easily get rid of that annoyance and you both would be in a laughing fit before tackling you inside with him
Taehyun
Taehyun would be obvious and at the same time wouldn't be obvious about this
He would drop some hints, they're random hints like pointing out a plane, mentioning travelling
But they don't make sense to you so you just go with it, and that's his exact plan. It's to redirect your attention to something else
But do know that he's really excited to see you again, he's so giddy and overly excited everyday
He counts down the days when he'll be able to travel, he has a gift for you in mind, and Taehyun dreams of you often because of it
Once you get the biggest hint like a text from him with "let's meet up" and he sends you a picture of the location; it's the airport
Once you two finally see each other, he almost cries and he barely tears up from things like this
Taehyun will hug you tightly and he will never let go of you for some time, he just misses you so much. He'll hold onto you for a good minute or two without speaking
He's clingy and he will be attached to you throughout your walk out of the airport with him, he has this big smile while doing so
Expect him to be so talkative, his eyes lighting up when he tells you about what he wants to do together with you
"Did you know, I've been planning this for a month?"
He would smile when you say absolutely had no idea, then that's when he knows he did a great job in keeping it a secret
"Maybe surprising you like this every time I visit doesn't sound too bad, right?"
He leans in to give you a soft kiss, smiling right after and gently holds your hand<3
pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre: comfort, fluff. wc: 613. warnings: anxiety, insomnia (?). an: some self-indulgent stuff i wrote at 1 AM. also the title might change LMAO
your phone buzzes and the screen lights up, startling you. you reach for it on your nightstand, rub the sleep, or lack of it, from your eyes and squint. and then you smile.
“hello?” you say softly, fixing your phone between your ear and your pillow.
“hey,” comes a voice from the other end of the call, thick with sleep. a voice that makes your heart still and eases your mind. you let out a quiet sigh. “you’re up?”
you glance at the clock on your desk against the other side of your room. it reads two-fifteen in bright-red glowing numbers. “yup. you? is something wrong?”
“no, i’m good.” he yawns. it sounds as if he climbed out of bed, and a creaking sound tells you he has slipped into his game chair. shortly after, you hear the tapping of a keyboard. “how was your day?”
“the same as it always is, i guess. i did get a pot plant though.”
he laughs. its deep and raspy and mocking you, but a smile plays on your lips. “you? got a pot plant? and it survived the entire day?”
“yes,” you roll your eyes and peer at the lone hanging succulent on your windowsill. you don’t tell him about the cozy nook you’re preparing in the corner of your room for when he visits in august. you want to surprise him. “so far so good.”
there is a loud bang from somewhere outside, forming cracks and shattering your rose-coloured glasses, and you freeze. your eyes squeeze shut and your heart races as your fingers clutch onto your sheets for dear life. you try to will away the scary, intrusive thoughts that worm their way into your mind but the grip they have on you is far too strong.
“(y/n). hey. listen to me, angel. you’re okay. do you hear me? i’m here, okay? take a deep breath for me okay, baby? nothing’s going to happen to you, i promise.”
he coos. his voice is gentle, patient. it reaches into your chest and embraces your heart, filling it with warmth, with safety. it’s as if he’s right next to you, pressing kisses into your hair and rubbing circles into your back, along your arms.
“beomgyu,” you croak, voice strained by the lump in your throat. by the pain of feeling scared, lonely and helpless. by the gratitude for the comfort of his voice and company.
there is some shuffling and then he begins to strum a quiet melody with his guitar, and you listen. he hums and then he sings about how everything is going to be okay because you have each other. it’s overwhelming and you cry before you can stop yourself.
“beomgyu,” you try once more. your voice still trembles, raw from how you’ve wept, but it’s firmer than before. when he hums in response, you take another calming breath.
“thank you. for calling me every night.”
“what are fellow insomniac internet friends for?” he jokes, and you giggle. and sniffle. he sighs into his phone.
you don’t see or hear his prayers; prayers which beg the days and distance keeping you apart to crumble away.
“you hurt me when you cry. you hurt me when you laugh. i can’t ever win with you, i’m afraid.”
you laugh once more and your heart flutters. it’s scary how you already know your home is going to feel more like home than it ever did when he steps into it, like he’s returning instead of visiting. your heart aches to imagine him leave.
❦ TXT and their types of romantic relationships | OT5
pairing(s): txt (individually) x gn!reader
genre: fluff!! | headcanon
warning(s): mentions of kisses (not descriptive), borderline suggestive (wandering hands for yeonjun), idol!au, established relationships, lower case intended, not proof read, lmk if I’ve missed anything else!
wc: 1k
summary: how the boys would love you in their own ways.
an: sorry I got carried away but I’ve had these thoughts in my head for a while, I hope you enjoy!
𖥸 CHOI YEONJUN — laid back and easy going:
as extravagant yeonjun can be at times, I feel like relationships with him would feel like you’re treading on clouds. you’re both so open with each other and so comfortable I don’t think there’s anything either of you have kept to yourselves. he’s so accepting of you and, yes, physical affection never changes whether you’re in the public eye or not, you’re always going to feel his fingers intertwined with yours, his lips giving you the softest peck on your cheek, his arm loosely wrapping around your waist or his hand sliding down your back to rest on your butt, bonus if you have back pockets and he’d just tuck his hand in said pocket. if arguments ever occur, it’d take a second for yeonjun to think and not continue the argument. yes he’ll raise his voice when you do, but he’d sigh to himself and slide his hands into yours, he’d ask you to look at him while he asks what the problem is before trying to find how to resolve things between you. he doesn’t mind that people know about you, because he doesn’t want to hide you, his love, from everyone. he’s as transparent as he can be, and that’s why you love him.
pairing: choi yeonjun x reader. genre(s): fluff. wc: tbd. warnings: none. that i know of. an: i feel like it’s so easy to write and read yeonjun into these situations; he’s the epitome of a sweet bf.
in which your best friend takes you to the beach on his first off day in a while
“ta-da!” yeonjun excitedly presents, pulling up the handbrake before popping the boot of your rented hatchback.
as he heads to the back of the car, you look up at the cloudless blue sky unfurling above you and regard the meagre waves lapping at the shoreline with disdain.
“the beach. yay.”
you hate the beach. you hated alot of things, but the beach fell atleast into your top three. it was always either unnecessarily hot, or unnecessarily windy — God forbid if it was both. you could throw on a space suit and, while it would keep the wind and oxygen out, by the time you got home and removed it, there’d still be grains of sand stuck in all your crevices.
the beach, as an idea, was great. in reality, it was just plain absurd.
“come on, (y/n)!” yeonjun swings your door open, practically vibrating with enthusiasm like a gigantic golden retriever. a medium-sized picnic basket is slung over his shoulder and a blanket and towels are sitting in his arm. his eyes sparkle in the midday light.
reluctantly, you take his hand. once he locks the car, he’s racing with you through the opening between two sand dunes, kicking up sand everywhere. you grimace.
he drops his things on the section just before the sand becomes wet and concrete, and stops before the cold pacific waters can soak into your sneakers. he lifts up his arms, with your hand still in tow, and lets the ocean breeze caress his face and brush through the strands of his golden hair. he takes a deep breath and finally lets go of your hand, shoving his into the pocket of his shorts.
he turns to you with a smile. “isn’t this refreshing? do you feel refreshed? ah, i love the beach.”
your heart swells. you’re sure you’ve mentioned to him before that you detest the beach; after all, you’ve been friends since junior year in high school. you’re also pretty sure you know he must’ve forgotten that the beach is everything but refreshing to you.
but seeing how happy he is, knowing how much he wanted to spend time with you on his short break from the world of practice rooms, flashing cameras and tv personas, its enough to make you want to come here again, and again, and again.
the waves pull back into the ocean before crashing back onto the shore once more and he lets out another contented sigh, his silver piercings gleaming under the sunlight.
you fish your cellphone from your tote bag.
“psst, yeonjun.”
snap. snap. snap.
“hey!” he chuckles, jogging around you to take a look. you tilt the device toward him so he can get a better look. he peers over your shoulder, and a soft smile tugs on his lips. your face breaks out into a satisfied grin, tummy doing flips.
“send them to me. i want to post them.”
your heart drops. you don’t want him to. yeonjun belonged to the public. they saw him more often than you did, knew what he was doing when you didn’t, and were there when he discovered new aspects himself when you weren’t.
they already had all of him. you wanted this moment, just this one, where he was truly happy, truly yeonjun, to be yours and yours alone.
you whirl around, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “no.” he looks as if he’s about to protest, because he thinks you’re joking, you presume, so you say quickly, without much thinking, “this yeonjun is mine.”
he looks stunned, eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. if you’re honest, you in a quite little bit of disbelief yourself. so you both stand there, with burning faces while the wind whips hair around your faces.
he contemplates carefully, swallows. his eyes flit between the ground and your face. and, you’re unsure, but you almost think they glance at your lips for a millisecond too.
the next thing you know, icy water grates against your calves, something slimy rubs against your ankle and you let out a yelp, throwing your arms around yeonjun’s neck. but he’s startled too and stumbles backward, sending you both into the salty waters.
you’re both soaking wet, coughing hysterically. hair sticks to your face and you can taste the water in your mouth. you feel sand in your pants and wetness sloshing around in your shoes, the feeling of wet clothes making you cringe.
you and yeonjun are laying side by side, his arm keeping you close. you shove his chest. “fuck, yeonjun! there’s fucking sand in my butt-crack!” you fume.
he looks at you apologetically, but in no time you both burst out laughing. he uses his free hand to push the matted hair from your face and leaves his hand in the nape of your neck.
you’re still overtaken with laughter, but now he’s watching you. watching you with a glimmer in his eyes and a warmth in his chest. he has missed you. more than you’ll probably ever know.
he leans over and pecks your nose. “i adore you.”
you flush, his gaze heavy on you.
and then realisation strikes.
“my phone! the pictures! oh shit shit shit!” you cry, pushing yourself up to grab your phone from your back pocket.
but then he pulls you back down to him, and if water gets into his face in the process he doesn’t flinch. “don’t worry. you’ll have plenty more where that came from.”
“but,” you start, tears rimming your eyes, “you looked so happy there. so truly happy, and and i—”
“i guarantee,” he breathes, “i am so much happier right now.”
pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): f2l, fluff. wc: ~1k. warnings: mention of politics in a jokey way. an: i had this thought after reading People We Meet On Vacation and a tweet mocking beomgyu’s seemingly endless plaid shirt collection. enjoy!
you tear open your best friend’s wardrobe and your face twists in dread. you fix your hands on your hips and twirl to face him.
“you’re kidding me, right?”
“what?” he replies, not looking up from the book he picked up beside him. the book you had been reading and subsequently tossed upon realizing the time, jostling him awake. realizing he was deflecting. like he was still doing now.
you observe him. he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans cuffed at the bottom. you guess that he totally intended on just throwing one before he left. if he ever intended on getting off his butt.
you roll your eyes, “why do you have so many plaid shirts? you’re going to bring her home after your date and she’s going to think you’re a serial killer.”
he doesn’t answer. instead, with sleepy eyes he continues to flip through the book. he lifts it above his head, turns it in every direction like it’s some code he’s trying to crack, and then tosses it back to its place. it’s like he’s trying to piss you off.
“beomgyu!” you half yell, half groan. he leans back, resting his elbow on the mattress and perches his head in his hand. he regards you with a lift of his eyebrows, and you wonder if he’s actually being nonchalant or just an ass.
“you said your date’s at seven-thirty. that’s in round about an hour from now. and all you have in your cupboard, are plaid shirts.”
he looks as if he’s confused to what the problem is. “what if she likes plaid shirts. we’d get along pretty well then. you like my shirts.”
ofcourse, he makes a perfectly valid point. you love his plaid shirts. he wore them well, and whenever you got cold he gave them to you to swim in. no literally, they sat on you like a dress. and it has never bothered you that he always wore them, but you were worried his date would make the biggest mistake of her life and underestimate him.
you sigh, not in complete defeat. not yet. you were no quitter. you crawl back onto his bed, and he adjusts himself so you can sit in the same position you were before: head in his lap while he reclines against the pillows. he smells like fabric softener, and lavender, and the cologne that drove you nuts.
“no one dresses that causally on a first date. especially with someone like kim haram. she’s practically an angel.” its no wonder she wanted to go out with you.
he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. he touches a strand of your hair and brushes it from your face. “why is this so important to you anyway, it’s just one date. who’s to say i’ll bring her home anyway. who’s to say i’ll even want to sit for the full duration. who’s to say she’ll want to?”
you shoot up, like he’s just told you Hogwarts isn’t real, and scowl. “don’t you give me that,” you jab a finger at him, “you’re so much more wonderful than your wardrobe suggests; she’ll be head over heels before you know it!”
he grins, the corners of his eyes creasing and whisker-like dimples form on his cheeks. your heart feels as if it could burst. it was no secret that your best friend had the prettiest smile in the universe. you were pretty sure that smile could turn trump into democratic putty. beomgyu was nonpartisan by the way.
a small part of you wishes you could keep it to yourself forever. the smiles of this sleepy, plaid-wearing boy.
“what if i were to say i’d ditch the date if it meant we get to marathon marvel movies until sunday,” he says, smile never faltering, fingers still gently brushing through your hair.
your heart leaps and your cheeks burn a shade of pink you hope he’ll never notice. if he does, he doesn’t say anything.
you bite your lip, “stop being a wuss. she’ll love you. like i do. except in a wholly unplatonic way.” his eyebrows crease and you swallow deeply, choosing to focus on the ceiling now instead of his face. “plus, you hate marvel.” you mumble.
he’s quiet for a beat and you pray he says anything, because your heart is racing and, in the quiet of his room, you’re afraid he’ll hear it.
you sneak a peek at his face, and he looks as if he’s thinking– hard. like he’s weighing what he wants to say in his mind before he says it, and all you can think is that you wished you could see what was on his mind.
“i like how it looks on you.” he says finally, softly, almost like he’s unsure if he wants you to hear it.
you’re confused though, not a clue what he’s talking about. “huh?”
his fingers slip from your hairline to the side of your face, and he runs his thumb across your cheekbone softly. there is an aching in your chest, but you tuck it away quickly, aware and afraid of it.
“i love how my shirts look on you.” he says, his voice a little firmer this time, soft, silvery locks skirting the brown eyes boring into yours. “that’s why i have so many of them. i think of you whenever i see them, and then i buy them.”
your heart combusts at the confession, and the emotion you forced away comes bubbling to the surface. you bring your hand over your face, hiding the gigantic, teeth-showing, smile that stretches across your face.
you peek at him through your fingers, and he looks down at you with the sweetest smile you ever saw him wear, light shades of rose dusting his cheeks and ears.
a gentle breeze slips in through the window, and his windchime chimes softly. the golden hour catches the side of his face as he leans down and places a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“and an excruciatingly long movie marathon, of movies– you’re right, i don’t care for, sounds alot more appealing when you’re curled up with me.”
warning(s): established relationship, yeonjun and reader call each other a few pet names, just sweet bf yeonjun
wc: 795
note: hi @yeonjstxr ! I'm angel baby 🤍 I apologise for this insanely late valentines fic (ik it's summer now omg) and I'm so sorry for the inconsistent asks, but I managed to formulate something from our short conversations! I hope your hearts day was filled with love and relaxation, and hopefully I can make it up to you with this short little fic!
First dates were always fun, and although this wasn't your first time going out to do things with Yeonjun, this was a first for you when it came to an arcade date. Sure, you've visited plenty of different arcades with your friends in the past, but being with your adorable boyfriend felt like a new experience all over again.
Flashing lights from some machines caught your eye, but from the way your boyfriend’s eyes widened you knew he was just as interested as you were.
"Have I told you I'm really good at arcade games?" Yeonjun boasted playfully, swinging your hands back and forth as you both walked past the machines; some occupied by couples, others occupied with what seems to to be friendship groups.
"Are you really now?" You raised your brow at him, watching the corner of his lips curve upward, challenging him.
"Of course, watch me win these prizes for you." He laid a kiss on your forehead before he stepped in front of the basketball hoop machine, inserted a coin in the slot and pressed the start button.
You always knew Yeonjun to be as competitive as he says he was, but despite the challenge, he just seems to be a natural when it came to these things; he's good at sports, an amazing dancer and just good at arcade games in general.
After almost an hour of walking around to each machine he managed to win you just over a handful of prizes, resorting to putting them aside on the ground where you were stood watching.
An idea popped into your head, smiling to yourself before tugging on the sleeve of his jumper, "Junnie," he turned to you with a brow cocked up. "If you're so good at these arcade games, then I dare you to win a prize from the claw machine."
"I swear all claw machines are rigged though." He huffed, pouting in to the direction of the said machine.
"What is that I hear? Choi Yeonjun backing out from an arcade game?" You faked a gasp and snickered silently behind your hand.
"Nah nah, bet. I'll do it and I'll prove to you I can win a prize." Just as you both walked in front of the rigged machine, he laid a soft kiss on your cheek and sent his cute winks, that were actually blinks, your way, "No worries, cutie, this is gonna be easy." He looked away with his playful smirks which you were still growing to love.
Yeonjun inserted the coin for the last time that evening, exaggerated his preparation before he pressed any of the buttons on display. He blew on each of his palms and rubbed them together, tilted his head left and right in attempt to crack his neck.
Your gaze was locked on the back of his faded pink hair, outlining his silhouette down to where his hand met the surface of the machine. In your mind, it seemed like a now or never situation, making it unnecessarily dramatic for no reason, but it was fun to think of it that way.
The claw hovered over one of the teddies within the glass box, dropping down to capture the left side of the body with the arms slightly hanging off. If you looked away now you would have thought Yeonjun failed to get the teddy to drop down, but you continued to glue your eyes on the prize until it was hovering over the slot.
"For you, darling." He smiled over his shoulder, knowing you were excited to get your hands on the pale stuffed toy, but also knowing Yeonjun would be proudly carrying it around after winning it, as he should.
His hand hovered over the green drop button until he dramatically slammed his palm down, and you watched Yeonjun jump in pure excitement as soon as the stuffed bear fell perfectly into the slot. He crouched down to retrieve the prize from the bottom of the machine and pushed the air out of you as he ran into you for a hug.
His arms loosened around you once he saw your scrunched up face from the lack of air, giggling to himself after showing you the prize between yourselves.
"So, am I the king of arcade games or am I the king of arcade games?" He chuckled once again after you held the special prize in awe.
"You are definitely the king of arcade games, my love."
"And you, my love, are my lucky charm. This is the first time I've won the claw machine." His smile never failed to melt your heart. It was your turn to reciprocate his suffocating hug, squeezing him tightly.
"And this is my first and favourite arcade date." You rested your head on his chest, able to hear his sweet heartbeats.
➴ warning(s): hints of jealousy, there may or may not be some sort of unrequited love for a split second ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ , a little heavy with the feelings here and there
➴ wc: 1.1k
➴ requested: here
Your friendship with Ni-ki started unintentionally. If Jungwon never took you over to the dorms to have a break from studying, then you never would have met each other. You visited the dorms a few times; studying for upcoming exams while Jungwon tutored you; taking breaks and having movie nights on some weekends, and you remembered the younger to be extremely quiet but also adorable.
Since then, yours and Nik-i's friendship had grown a lot. From both of you being exceptionally shy towards each other, to spending almost several times a week meeting up and hanging out doing whatever. You were extremely grateful to have met someone like him.
Over the course of a few months, Ni-ki started to develop feelings for you. Keeping it to himself, he didn't want any of the boys to blurt it out before he could tell you himself, which led you to your current situation. The boys invited you to a formal event, and while the others were busy with networking and other conversations, you were left with Ni-ki to wander around the quieter part of the venue.
"Yn? Can we talk outside?" His exterior demeanour was stern, no ounce of emotion, but your eyes settled on his fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his blazer.
"Sure, what's up, Ni-ki?" You both made your way to the wide-arched doors that led to a decent sized field past the fountain. The cool breeze hit your exposed back, curtesy of your backless dress. It was getting a little too warm inside anyway.
"I just wandered," he started, hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes traced the lines of cracks on the pavement under his feet. "If you've noticed anything these past few months?"
It confused you as to why he wouldn't just tell you straight, but you refrained from asking further questions. You knew he would tell you not to reply to his questions with questions of your own. Scrunching your brows, you thought long and hard before you attempted to answer, "I know you've definitely grown a lot taller and your dancing has improved a lot!"
You scanned his face, searching for any type of reaction towards your answer, but he replied with a low sigh.
"Noona," his walking came to a halt, and so did yours. He turned his body so he was facing directly at you with his fingers softly grazing your elbows and sliding down your arms until he lightly held your fingers. "You're so pretty."
It was hard to stop yourself from blushing at his words, it was unexpected, but even at his low voice and gesture managed to affect you more than it used to. For a second, you momentarily saw him as a young man and not just the youngest member of their group whom they frequently babied.
Your chest lightly rose and fell from the way you had been holding your breath, feeling smaller under his gaze. Within these few seconds, things were starting to make sense to you.
The way he would offer to cook you food when you knew he doesn't even cook for the members. The way he would offer you his hoodies when you forgot to bring one over. Or even the way he looked at you, listening intently while you talked to him. It's the same endearing gaze, and it all finally makes sense.
"Ni-ki-" you started, but your mouth closed again, not knowing how to word what your mind was telling you.
"I like you a lot, noona. I don't know if you've chosen to ignore me and my feelings the past few months, but I think I'm falling in love with you." His thumbs started twiddling with your fingers, the action so delicate.
"No, of course I wasn't ignoring you, Ni-ki." You let out a half-hearted laugh. "It's just, I didn't want to think much of it and I..." You trailed off. You tried to find the right words before unintentionally breaking his heart.
Your thumbs lightly rubbed over his to comfort him, "I don't know how your members, especially Jungwon, would feel if they knew I liked you back. We're still young, Ni-ki, I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship right now. I think it's best to let it go for now, or we can wait it out together."
He hadn't said a word for what felt like over ten minutes or so. You were growing anxious waiting for his reply, but he sighed, thinking this was your extremely polite way of subtly rejecting him.
"I hope you'd want to wait it out together." You broke the silence. "Because I like you too, Ni-ki. If I hadn't already made that clear." Your hand slipped away from his as you chuckled behind your hand. The other one finally intertwining with his.
Again, you searched his face, desperately looking for some sort of reaction until you saw the corner of his lips tugging upwards to a subtle smirk. After knowing him for these past few months, you knew that smirk would come out when he's satisfied with something.
"Don't worry about my hyungs. I'll talk to them about it, but you like me back? Since when?!" He finally had that excitement you hoped to hear in his voice. He poked at your sides, making you laugh while swatting his hands away.
"That one time we had that movie night and I fell asleep. I remember I woke up for a second and I saw you moving your blanket onto me, I felt you sit beside me and kept me warm. Since then I've noticed your gestures and..." You blushed quite hard, knowing Ni-ki wasn't going to let you live this down. He always used to tease you so much and you already know he'll tease you even more after your confession.
"And?" He egged you on, slightly tugging at your hand and raised a brow.
"I just thought it was really cute. I thought you were just really cute from the beginning-"
"Noonaa~ I'm not cute." You lightly laughed at his attempt to sound more manly, taking advantage of his deep voice.
"Mmm, you're always going to be cute to me." You leaned in close to give him a quick peck on his cheek. Once you pulled back, you saw his eyes widen at your action, your turn at tugging his hand. "Come on, let's go back inside."
"Actually, can we stay outside a little longer? I want more time with you to myself," you both walked over to sit on the bench beneath the lilacs tree, in front of the fountain. "I want you to myself before Jungwon hyung finds you... again." He mumbled, but it was still loud enough for you to hear him.
"Sorry, what was that?" You turned to look at him, cocking up on eyebrow from his comment.
"Nothing," he chuckled lowly, teasing you. You poked his side before you laid your head on his shoulder, "I just said you're pretty."
P: Jungwoo x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, oneshot | Inc: having breakfast together, head chef reader, doing nothing together, laying together on the sofa | Wc: 511 | W: cw food| R: G
Waking up that morning with a bleary headache, Jungwoo groaned as he hauled himself out of bed, throwing his legs over the edge despite the lead coating his muscles. Waking up feeling like a cement block was not the best way to wake up. The drag in each step sapped whatever strength the idol had left from yesterday’s long day of practice, photo shoots and workouts. Thanking whoever in the sky gave him the weekend off, he pushed through his morning routine and somehow managed to make it to the kitchen without tripping up. All was forgotten, however, as his face lit up at the sight of y/n sitting at the kitchen island, a coffee and book in hand as they kept themselves occupied.
“Hmm…g’morning,” rubbing his nose against y/n’s hair in an attempt at affection before making himself something to eat, Jungwoo hummed in surprise when a set of arms snuck their way around his waist.
“Morning Woo~” bending to meet their fatigued boyfriend’s eyes with a loving smile, y/n pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling Jungwoo away from the counter and to the island stool, “let me make breakfast today, hmm? You look exhausted; busy day yesterday?”
“Mhm…when did you get back?” Rubbing the rest of his sleep out of his eyes, Jungwoo watched as y/n wrapped an apron around their waist and made a start on making breakfast, a pleased smile on their face that only appeared on the head chef’s face once they were in their element. Answering Jungwoo’s question with a hum of ‘one a.m.’ and finishing off the rest of the cooking, y/n went about plating the food, the breakfast Instagram-worthy.
“Woo, get the plates?” Pleased with his task, Jungwoo set the table, accepting the kiss to his cheek with a bashful smile.
“Let’s eat~”
Draped over the living room sofa with the TV turned onto some programme he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to, Jungwoo laid his head in y/n’s lap and gladly accepted the head scratches sent his way. His limbs were nothing more than lead bars and unless there happened to be a natural disaster outside of his door, the idol had no plans to get up whatsoever.
It was his off day. Nothing was going to get him to do anything.
Equally as relaxed and exhausted, y/n kept themselves occupied with the ends of their boyfriend’s hair, gentle hums as they turned the ends of Jungwoo’s hair into mini braids. The chef had luckily taken a day off, and chances to spend quality time with the man in their arms without interruption were few and far between. Any and every opportunity to cuddle, was more than worth it.
“Y/n, baby?”
“Yeah? What is it love?”
“I missed doing this with you,” tilting his head back to meet y/n’s eyes, he grinned, a lazy smile that reached the corners of his eyes. He really did miss laying around on the sofa with y/n. “should we order take-out later?”