❪ 氷と火 ❫ fluff sickfic est. rs hyojin x f!reader 862 cw ノ cold/flu symptoms (reader), tea + soup, hyojin is naggy but a total sweetheart, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i haven't been sick in ages but i know i would get better in 2 seconds of hyojin was the one taking care of me :( / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Hyojin won't let you lift a finger when you're sick. You thought it was endearing at first. Now you just think it's ridiculous, even if you still appreciate the sentiment.
He's worried about you, as any good boyfriend would be. It's just that his worry is a little… extra. And quite naggy. And perhaps a just slightly overbearing at the best of times. But under it all, you can tell how much he cares about you. He just wants you to get back to full health as quickly as possible, and he's doing his best to speed up the process. But you, truthfully, wish he had a little more faith in your immune system's ability to get over the common flu by itself.
Hyojin is buzzing around the kitchen like a hummingbird, preparing soup for your dinner and a second pot of tea. You watch him from the couch, your body wrapped securely in two blankets. Hyojin insisted that staying warm while sick is of utmost importance. One blanket simply wouldn't be enough given the cold temperature today. He acts like it's a fully-fledged emergency every time you shiver. You think he's being way too dramatic, but you still comply without resistance. You can't help finding it cute.
It makes you feel safe and warm inside when he takes care of you like this; doting on you every second like he never gets tired of it. You've never asked him to do this, nor did you ever have expectations that he needed to. You could get over your sickness without him constantly brewing you cups of tea or reminding you to take your vitamins. But since he's doing it willingly, you'll accept it graciously. Being taken care of is a nice feeling.
A part of you does miss being able to go to the bathroom without Hyojin glaring at you for standing up. Apparently standing on your two feet is illegal in his eyes. The two places you're allowed to be is in bed or on the couch. The rest of the house is off limits.
And god forbid you try to do any work on your computer. That is practically a death sentence (and the fastest way to get your laptop confiscated from your possession before you can even open a second tab). You think your boyfriend might have eyes in the back of his head. You don't know how he can possibly know when you reach for the computer when he isn't even in the room.
He won't tell you his secrets, even when you ask him. He plays it off as "boyfriend instinct". You told him you think he's spying on you. He argued that he's just being vigilant, and completely within reason. After a few attempts, you accepted that there was no chance of you getting any work done before you got over this cold.
The click of the kettle boiling has Hyojin abandoning the vegetables he was cutting up. He fills another big pot with an herbal tea that helps with your sore throat before returning to his cutting board. Ten minutes later, he's doctoring your cup up with a bit of honey. You never thought you'd be so content to just watch your boyfriend in the kitchen. You've always been the type to keep busy, but there's something to be said for quiet observation. You've never once found it boring to watch him.
He walks over to your blanketed form, mug of tea in hand.
"Drink it while it's still hot. I'll get you another cup after," he tells you. You nod at his instruction and tilt your head up, eyes closed. It's clear what you're asking for. Hyojin leans down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before returning to the kitchen.
You smile fondly, watching him return to cut up the rest of the head of cabbage and mince some garlic. The scene is far too domestic. As you take the first sip of hot tea, you can't help but let your mind wander a bit.
Hyojin has always loved fiercely and protectively. His love is felt in the way he always notices the little details. You're always on his mind throughout the day, and as long as he loves you, you'll never to leave it. You can't imagine dating anyone other than Hyojin. The way he cares for you while sick only cements the fact that he is exactly the kind of man you want to marry.
He's steady and reliable. The kind of person who's love is the clearest in the smaller moments; the ones that truly matter. He's cooking you dinner at the end of a long day, making sure you relax when you've booked yourself too busy, and never has to be asked to help out with household tasks. He'll always prefer a simple night in with you over a fancy getaway, but even if his love isn't extravagant, it's the kind you can depend upon to still be the same decades from now. You can imagine Hyojin taking care of you just like this thirty years from now, and the thought makes you feel warm all over again.
❪ 永遠に光れ ❫ fluff comfort est. rs taehyun x f!reader 707 cw ノ periods symptoms (hormonal) and cramping mention, crying, not proofread 〃 @starryterry ⸝⸝⸝ just know tae would be the sweetest while ur on ur period and he is such an attentive and acts of service type of boyfriend :( / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
All it takes is Taehyun making eye contact with you after he walks in the door for you to burst it into tears.
You're not crying because he didn't kiss you before he left for work, or because you haven't seen him in twelve hours, or even because of the petty argument that kept circling in your head the hours he was gone. The reason for your tears is ridiculous.
Taehyun looks incredibly cuddly, but you're not sure you can tolerate anyone touching you right now. That is what tips your emotions over to their breaking point. Your body wants him closer while your mind screams at the thought.
How cruel is it that you would get your period on one of Taehyun's longest work days? You don't have the energy to greet him at the door like usual. You can't surprise him with a delicious dinner or a spontaneous date. The only sight he's greeted with when he comes home is you in your pyjamas fighting off how overwhelmingly miserable everything feels right now.
He must be exhausted too, but he still smiles at you.
That makes it even worse, because god, Taehyun has always been too good for you. At least, that's the thought your brain takes absolutely no time in jumping to.
"What's wrong?" his voice is soft and sweet. He's still smiling as he sets his bags down and finds his way to the couch you've been lying on for the past two hours. He doesn't seem concerned at the sight of your tears, as if he can tell they aren't indicative of anything horrible happening right now.
You think Taehyun must have some magical ability to know exactly what you're emotions mean. At a glance he can always tell whether your frustration stems from something he did or something so far removed from you both; whether your tears have just come on spontaneously because of your hormones or whether it's more serious. Taehyun always reads you like it takes no effort at all.
"Do you want me to touch you right now?" comes Taehyun's next question. It's patient and non-judgemental towards whatever your answer might be. Your stomach twists when you look at him. The earlier repulsive feeling that the thought of being touched had surged up dissipates with one look, as if your mind and body are realizing who is standing before you.
"Please hold me," you tell him after a moment. He doesn't hesitate in pulling you into his arms, wiping your cheeks with his hands and wrapping you safely against his chest. It feels like instant relief—and not just for you.
It isn't a secret how much Taehyun misses you during lengthy work days. The longing lives in his eyes, clear to anyone who knows the look of it. He knows you started your period today. He has a tracker for it on his phone. Even when you don't tell him, he knows.
They've been more strenuous on you lately, combining with outside stress factors and your body deciding to wage war on you. Lighter flow, but heavier cramps that last multiple days. You're sick of it. Taehyun wishes he could fight it off for you. Unfortunately, he's powerless in this situation.
"Did you warm up your heat pack?" he asks, rubbing your back up and down. You shake your head against his chest, face buried against his hoodie.
"I'll get it for you," he offers, starting to pull away. You cling to his hoodie firmly and tug him back as forcefully as you can. He smiles.
"No? I can't take care of you if I can't get up, sweetheart. My hug does nothing to help your cramps."
"It does help," you insist. Taehyun could argue that from a scientific perspective, him holding you does nothing to relieve the pain. You could argue back that from a psychological standpoint, his hug does much more than a heat pack ever would. You would both be right, and as usual, you would win the argument easily.
Taehyun stays on the couch with you half lying on top of him. Despite your cramps, it's the most comfortable you've felt all day. There is nowhere you feel safer than in his arms.
❪ 紳士 ❫ suggestive est. rs husband!hwiyoung x f!reader 2236 cw ノ hwiyoung is shirtless, suggestive...... lots of kissing, they're a little freaky for each other, focus on hwiyoung's back tattoo and reader being very in love with it and him <3 (im delusional), not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ it's time for the great return of hwiyoung week @lexeees we will be unstoppable ... i fear i can never be normal about this man im soooo sorry hes just too sexy and i unfortunately have free will and a fanfic blog 🫠 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Youngkyun shifts out of bed as quietly as possible, but his weight lifting off the mattress is unknowingly still enough to stir you from your dreams. You barely blink open your eyes; only just enough to register that your husband has in fact left your side and gone to wash up in the bathroom. You frown before rolling over and closing your eyes, hoping that if you go back to sleep he might come join you again.
You really weren't looking forward to waking up this morning. In a few hours, Youngkyun will leave on a business trip. You don't like to admit how hard the thought of saying goodbye feels. It's only for a week. He'll be back before you know it. But you still hate the ache of separation. It feels unbearable to be apart from him, even if it's only a day or two. Marrying Youngkyun has only made your attachment to him that much worse.
You've gotten quite used to having him around all the time. And you would like to keep it that way. A week apart would have felt like nothing when you were still dating, but after being married for four years, your routines are very firmly set.
You like waking up next to him every morning. You like the hours spent every day in conversation or just quietly being in each other's space. Even if you're not in the same room, the knowledge that he is just a few steps away and living with you in the same house makes you feel warm. You like being able to hug and kiss him whenever you want without having to wait for the "right" moment as you so often did while dating.
You've noticed how much your feelings for him have only grown steadily over the years. You thought you loved Youngkyun as much as was possible when he was your boyfriend, but being able to call him your husband brought a whole new wave of feelings that makes your past seem insignificant in comparison. Youngkyun has taught you to stop overthinking when it comes to him. When you want him, you have learned you are allowed to take without hesitation. Marriage has made you bolder than you ever thought you would be. Even after so many years, your husband is still irresistible to you.
When Youngkyun steps back into the bedroom to get dressed, you quickly notice that he thinks you're still asleep. You find it adorable how he searches through the drawers of the dresser in the dark, trying to find the right pair of pants based on feeling alone. The faint light from the cracked bathroom door illuminates the side of his face to you, and you smile watching him squint as he holds up the chosen pair of pants to the sliver of light to confirm he got the right one.
He's deliberately quiet as he puts them on, still trying his best not to disturb you. If only he turned around, he would realize you're very much awake, and enjoying watching the scene in front of you. Despite the little light, you can still see the curves and contours of the muscles on his arms and back. Your mouth runs dry when he starts looking through his shirt drawer—the light from the bathroom now shining against his back and giving you the perfect view of the ink decorating it.
You reach to turn on your bedside table lamp. The view is simply too good to be wasted by darkness. You want to see him—all of him. Long gone are your shy days, when an extra inch of exposed skin on him would be enough to make you flustered. Marriage has definitely made you bolder.
Your husband freezes at the sudden brightness, immediately turning around to apologize.
"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, baby. I was trying to be quiet."
Youngkyun's voice is soft and sorry, like you waking up a bit earlier than you had originally planned was an egregious offense. He's always so sweet in the mornings, especially when you're still sleepy. He'll often coax you out of bed with kisses and fresh coffee. You should let him know that the sight of him shirtless is much more effective in getting you awake.
"Turn back around," you mutter simply. Youngkyun's face morphs into one of confusion, but he complies with your request anyway. You sit up, eyes focusing contently on his tattoos again.
The view is much better without the designs obscured in darkness. With the light shining against his back, you can see all the details clearly: the calligraphed text decorating his left shoulder blade, the curl of the wave that envelopes the side of his lower back, and the delicate Hebrew letters the cascade down the line of his spine.
You crawl to the edge of the bed after a moment, immediately deciding you need to be closer to him.
"Why did y—"
Your arms circle his waist, and the rest of his sentence dies before it can reach your ears. Your fingertips are cold against his skin and a shiver runs up his spine at the sensitivity. He should have expected this to be your motive, but you're usually so sleepy in the morning, you rarely ever make any moves before you've had a cup of coffee. He assumed today would be the same. He should have known you'd be extra clingy before he goes away.
"How are you so…" you trail off, breath hitting his back as you exhale. You still hold his waist with one hand, keeping him close. Your other now rests against his upper back, tracing the letters of the word "strength" on his shoulder blade.
"So what?" Youngkyun prompts quietly. His voice is slightly raspy, like your sudden forwardness knocked the air out of him and he's still trying to recover. On any other day, his question would be smug and teasing, but you note desperation in his voice to know your answer.
"…perfect," you complete, whispering it against his skin. Your lips find the middle of his back, right where the center of his tattoo is.
Your kiss is much warmer than your fingertips were, but goosebumps spread across his skin just the same as you trace down his spine slowly. So slow, like you're teasing him with it. You enjoy noticing the little reactions he gives you. A quiet sucked in breath, his hand coming to hold your wrist at his waist, his eyes fluttering shut because the feeling of you worshipping him like this is nearly overwhelming.
Youngkyun is quite used to giving you attention like this—slow and so very intimate that it feels like you're the only two people in the world. The moments you return it to him are rarer. You like being bold with him, but seldom are you so deliberate in teasing him. You've always been impatient. You'd much rather devour him than spend the time slowly savouring. Things move quickly with you most of the time, but Youngkyun has a feeling this will linger for a while, and he doesn't mind that thought.
Your hand on his waist can't help exploring a little higher, feeling out the soft skin on his abdomen and travelling up to his firm chest. Youngkyun stays still, leaning in to your touch while his other hand intertwines with yours. He gives it a squeeze like it might ground him and keep him sane for a little longer, but when you gently nip his skin, he's thrown fully back into a daze of wanting and you.
When you turn him around to face you again, the expression you wear makes him breathless. You seem so mesmerized by what you see—eyes wandering over every corner of his exposed skin like you're admiring a work of fine art. When your eyes flit up to his face, he can barely hold himself back from pouncing on your lips. Four years of marriage has done nothing to quell his desire for you. It's still as heavy and consuming as ever.
He both loves and hates that fact. How is he possibly going to survive leaving you in three hours? It's the last thing he wants to do, especially when you're looking up at him so intently, still-sleepy eyes drinking in the sight of him. You pull him forward by the waist and press a determined kiss against his stomach, just above his belly button.
"Am I being dramatic? I don't think I can survive without you for a week," you say seriously, dispersing your words with more kisses against his bare skin. He takes a slow, controlled breath in, furrowing his brow and trying frantically to find a sliver of self-control left in his being. If he doesn't, he knows that his flight will get cancelled within the next hour because it is impossible to not give in to you.
"It'll go by quickly, I promise." His words don't sound confident, even to him. Your arms tighten around his figure. "I'll call you every night."
"The bed will still be empty."
"I'll make it up to you when I'm back," he promises softly, although his eyes are already drowning in regret at having to wait that long. His palm cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin gently. You know the touch is an attempt to switch the mood; calm the fervor that is quickly consuming both of you, and get back to the regular schedule. Because having you tempt him to stay home was not part of the plan, and you both know exactly how effective you can be in swaying him.
You know you should go along with him—accept a hug for a minute or two and then let him go. You know you're only making it harder for him, and you should feel sorry for it. But… you don't. You can't. This morning, you don't want to say goodbye. You don't want to let him get dressed and then send him off. You don't want to wait another week before being in his arms again. You want to be selfish, even if it's irrational.
You decide to test which is stronger: Youngkyun's self control or your ability to make him break.
You pull him down by the back of his neck, lips finding their place against his like a lock and key; made for one another. You know he could resist easily—pull away and tell you he really can't—but you're satisfied when you find him kissing back immediately. He's already giving in.
You turn him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress and you finding your way on top of him in one smooth motion. The kiss breaks for a moment as he finds his hold on your waist. You can tell from that look in his eyes that he knows letting you do this is irresponsible. Yet… he's never found you hotter than right now. He's breathless already. He was already worked up from your kisses on his back minutes ago. Having your lips is a final breaking point. He feels desperate, almost delirious.
You quite enjoy this power you hold. A few simple kisses are enough to get him like this every time. Your fingertips smooth over his eyebrow and down his cheekbone. His breath stays uneven, chest rising and falling underneath your other hand pinning him down. He looks at you like you are the center of his entire world.
You can see his tattoos peeking around his waist. Your hand draws down his chest, warm skin flushed under your touch. When you reach his waist, you mark along the ink again. You could stay here for ages, tracing every line of black on his body, leaving your own marks along the designs.
He pulls your attention back before you can get lost in it again.
He kisses you like waiting another moment would have been unbearable. It's no longer slow or gentle. There's no time left for teasing or careful admiration. This kiss is messy and desperate, filled with impatience and need.
You can tell that with each passing second that his business trip is getting pushed further and further to the back of his mind until it's barely an afterthought. How could he possibly spare even a second to think about work when you're on top of him like this? Kissing him like this?
"Are you going to regret this later?" you ask breathlessly. The corner of Youngkyun's mouth lifts into a smirk, but his eyes stay soft.
"If I was going to regret it, I wouldn't have let you start."
That answer satisfies you immensely. For the next two hours, Youngkyun finds it impossible to leave the bed. Getting dressed has never taken quite this long before. He can only blame himself for giving in so easily—for being so weak when it comes to you.
He still says goodbye to you at the airport, somehow managing to not be late for his departure time. It's still as hard to let him go as it would have been without your interference. You'll still miss him terribly for the next week, and he'll still find himself as impatient as ever to get back home to you. Even after years, you are still not tired of loving your husband in every possible way.
i love you ateez. i love you ateez who once got excited that 10 people had watched their music video. i love you ateez who once were scared no one was going to show up. i love you ateez who packed into a van with not enough seats because their company couldn't afford a bigger one. i love you ateez who picked their fan name out because they thought everything happening was destiny. i love you ateez who found a way to include their member who was on hiatus for anxiety at every opportunity they could. i love you ateez who calls their moms every day. i love you ateez who never took a single day for granted. i love you ateez who put together an immortal songs performance on no sleep last minute and won. i love you ateez who still get on stage and perform like it's their last. i love you ateez who talk to each other for hours at a time about all the exciting ideas you have. i love you ateez who keep saying that they want this forever. i love you ateez who puts everything into everything they do no matter how loud the noise is. i love you ateez who love each other so much, so loudly, and with everything they do, because every moment is a love letter to what they've made. i love you ateez
❪ 私たちの春 ❫ hurt/comfort est. rs gyehyeon x f!reader 1253 cw ノ gyehyeon overworks himself, exhaustion to an unhealthy state, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ breaking my writers block with something a little angsty as per tradition :P / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Gyehyeon is tired. His body aches all over. What started as a dull and ignorable pain has grown stubbornly. He only has himself to blame for constantly pushing and pushing. Just one more performance. Just one more hour of dance practice. Just one more perfect choreography. Sharp, smooth moves. Hitting all the beats. Clean lines, perfect isolations, seamless transitions. In Gyehyeon's strive for perfection, he ignores the signs of his body breaking down.
You noticed it first, as usual. You somehow know his body better than he does, even if he's the one living in it. You can tell he's been pushing too hard from the crease in his brow, the weight of his steps, his reluctance to leave bed in the morning. You noticed long before he was ready to acknowledge it, and you've been telling him off for weeks now.
Gyehyeon isn't very good at listening to you. You remind him of this constantly. He is stubborn to a fault, and even you cannot change that. It's always work first, rest later. More like, rest never. Even when he has a day off, his mind is always elsewhere. The next song, the next schedule, constant stress about something. You have your tricks to get him to focus on other things, but during comeback preparations it's impossible.
You want to be mad when you see Gyehyeon walk through the door, home two hours later than he should have been. Perhaps if you were a regular couple, you'd be suspicious of him lying to you. But you know him well enough by now. The only lies that come out of his mouth are "I'm fine". You know he only has eyes for you.
You want to be mad at him, but you just can't.
He looks exhausted as he turns the lock on the door and lets his bag fall to the ground. You step into the entranceway, make eye contact with him, and watch him immediately surrender. His last bit of strength is used to slide down against the door until he reaches the floor, head down, eyes closed, shoulders aching.
You've seen this sight more times than you would like to admit, but it hurts the same every time. You know arguments are useless and he doesn't know how to change. The man you love who has been running at the same pace for years, not caring if his body breaks in the process. You don't know if there's a finish line. If there wasn't, would he slow down? You know the answer.
You crouch beside him silently, your fingers undoing the laces of his shoes. You slip them off his feet and tuck them neatly on the shelf. The cracks in your attempts to maintain order are painfully obvious. At first glance, it looks fine, but you can't ignore the seams separating. Gyehyeon's shoes are as worn down as his body. He can always buy a new pair of shoes, but he only gets one body.
"I'll run you a bath," you say softly. You watch him nod, barely awake, and your heart cracks a little more.
You want to be mad at him, but it's impossible.
The next steps are ones you could probably do in your sleep. A glass of cold water is handed to him, still on the floor. The tub fills up with hot water, dispersed with Epsom salts for good measure. You find his pyjamas and a fresh towel. It's all routine. Cruel, heartbreaking routine.
When you return to Gyehyeon, the glass of water is empty and he has it in him to smile at you. It barely reaches his eyes, but it's soft and full of love. It doesn't make seeing him so tired worth it, but it's at least small reassurance. He grabs your hand. You give him a gentle squeeze that he's too tired to return.
"Awake enough to wash up yourself?"
He nods, "I can manage."
"Call me if you need me, okay?"
You hope he doesn't need to, but you fear that he probably will. You can tell by the way he takes a breath before attempting to stand. The possibility of him falling asleep in the bath is higher than you'd like. He gets up just fine, concealing just how much his muscles scream in protest. He knows you can tell either way. Somehow, you can always see right through him.
"I'll check on you in twenty minutes," you propose. "Leave the bathroom door open."
Gyehyeon agrees. You wish it wasn't necessary.
"Fifteen minutes, actually," you tell him as he climbs the stairs. He laughs and shakes his head, as if your concern is ridiculous instead of necessary. He feels guilt in the pit of his stomach build as soon as you’re out of view.
The water filling the tub halfway, the towel and pyjamas set carefully by the sink, and the timer he knows you've already set on your phone makes his heart clench. You always take care of him like this without a single word of complaint. Always when he's too tired to protest. Always when you know he needs it most. Yet, he still feels guilty for it.
But he can mull over the thoughts another time. The bath is more appealing at the current moment.
The hot water feels like instant relief for his body. He lets his muscle relax, the tension slowly loosening from his shoulders, arms, legs. Fifteen minutes pass in the blink of an eye, but he's nearly fallen asleep again when you peek your head through the doorway. He shoos off your offer to wash his hair. You leave only after you watch him reach for the shampoo.
Two minutes before you plan to check on him again, Gyehyeon patters up behind you; pyjamas on, hair wet, skin still hot, smelling clean and looking somewhat revived. He wraps his arms around your waist and his cheek nestles against your shoulder. He's dripping water onto you, but you don't mind.
Your thumb traces his wrist and you lean into him. This is the first moment of closeness you've gotten with him all day, and you plan to savour it.
"You push yourself too much. You worry me," you whisper.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"When do you get a break?"
"Next week," he answers, breath hitting the shell of your ear. He kisses it softly. "Tuesday."
"Eat more. Take breaks. Call me when you can."
The reminders aren't needed, but you give them to him anyway. You already know he does as much as he can. You can't ask for more, but you'll still nag him. You can't help it, not when he's always returning home late and exhausted.
"You take such good care of me. Thank you."
Even his appreciation is spoken under a haze of exhaustion. Somehow, the thanks makes you feel worse. You wish he would take without guilt. You wish he could rely on you without feeling ashamed.
You turn around in his arms to hug him back. You squeeze tight like you could transfer your energy to him if you hug him hard enough. He chuckles.
"Eight hours of sleep, okay? No 5AM alarms," you mumble against his ear.
He doesn't have the heart to tell you he'll only get five hours at most given the current time. You already know your wish is impossible for him to fulfill tonight, but you'll still foolishly hope for it. You'll still wish that one day Gyehyeon will learn to slow down.
in order: yongseung (verivery), seungjun (onf), yeonjun & kai (txt), dawon youngbin & jaeyoon (sf9), ej & taki (&team), shownu & kihyun (monsta x), sangyeop (lucy), jihoon (tws), sion (nct wish)
this one was so much harder to find pics for cause i often have a lot of bias wreckers and sometimes they have zero pics together.... cough cough sf9 this is abt you the first pic i saw with youngbin and dawon together was of youngbin kissing dawon's cheek which is so on brand for sf9... gayest group here somehow beating out txt
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