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livvie's blog for headcannons

[livjeonghan]

just going to write headcannons here. this blog has no structure (except the list of lists).

all imagines can be found under the tag livjeonghan.txt (an idea shamelessly stolen from daisy @wooahaes)

you can find my saner writing at @husbandhannie and @venerex

minors block the tag "minors dni".

feel free to send hard and soft thoughts, but i might delete them if i don't have anything in response (i have a fairly limited imagination).

[livjeonghan]

[19:31]

warning: none that i can think of!

you're not sure if you're surprised or not.

jihoon's kitchen cupboard -- the one that is slightly misaligned from the rest of the layout -- has always been your favorite. it contains a variety of herbal tea that jihoon keeps for friends (that you utilize when you need peace), the snacks that serve you well on movie nights (and when you're hunting for food in the middle of the night), and some random sauces that definitely don't belong in this particular cupboard, but somehow feel at home.

it does not, however, contain the ingredients to your favorite drink -- instant coffee. infact, there is no instant coffee in jihoon's house at all (and neither is there artificial sweetener, which is what you like in instant coffee -- yes, you know your tastes are a bit strange).

well, there was no instant coffee in jihoon's house, the last time you checked. today, however, it sits proudly in the misaligned kitchen cupboard, claiming the coveted place between a bottle of chili oil and salted chips. you're not sure how jihoon found the space for it in the cupboard that is always bursting at the seems, but he's done it.

"everything okay?", jihoon's voice reaches you as his footsteps get closer, "the chips should be right in the front".

right. you pick up the snack you had originally come for, to supplement an anime episode.

"you bought instant coffee", you mean to ask a question, but somehow it sounds like an accusation.

"ah -- yeah", jihoon says, his neck pinkening adorably, "so you can have it in the morning. i know you don't like real coffee from the machine".

you roll your eyes, hoping he doesn't see your chest swell up. this shouldn't have such an impact on you (instant coffee is famously cheap and available, after all), but the image of jihoon picking out your favorite brand from the store, and making space for it in his bursting-at-the-seems cupboard, is enough to make your heart ache.

he must've spent so much time to find such a nice spot for it, in his stupidly filled cupboard.

"thanks", you settle on, deciding to not freak him out with your overblown internal reaction.

"it's nothing", he shrugs, fully knowing it is not nothing, "did you see the sweetener too? it's right behind it"

[livjeonghan]

[1:15 AM]

warnings: mention of the recent GoSe episodes (grudge), and nightmares (kind of)

wonwoo looks away from his game as you walk in through the door of the study room, his eyes instantly softening at your nightsuit-clad figure. you've been living with him long enough to not dwell on his habit of wearing his headphones slightly off-center when you're in the house.

after a couple of times of interrupting him while he was gaming, you had asked him why he left part of his ear exposed when you were around. "so i can hear you properly when you're here", he had said, oblivious to the rush his words gave you. for all his quiet, he's loud in his considerations towards you.

"hey", he murmurs, pausing his game, "thought you'd be asleep by now".

and so you should be. you're generally so tired after your 9-5 job that you're dead asleep by midnight.

"i want to sleep", you respond, trying to sound less sulky, "but i saw the recent going seventeen episode, and now i can't sleep".

"ah", he replies, eyes twinkling as he takes your hands in both of his, "i thought you had a rule about not watching scary stuff before bedtime?"

"i broke it to see your pretty face on screen", you shrug, smiling slightly at wonwoo's grin, "how did you do it? you said you weren't scared at all, but what i saw -- "

wonwoo waits for you to finish.

"-- was scary", and you do, rather inelegantly.

"i knew i was safe", he rubs his thumbs soothingly over yours, "they take care of us, i knew it was going to be okay".

"and you're not a scaredy-cat like me", you add sullenly.

"maybe", he smiles gently, "i'm okay. we were all okay. we're never in danger at GoSe shoots".

you wonder if you should brood on how easily wonwoo reads you. it's not like you try to hide things from him, but your less rational thoughts (let's be real -- ofcourse he was never in any danger, who even thinks like that?) should be a little more difficult to notice.

wonwoo doesn't seem annoyed at all at you though, as he pulls you closer to rest his head on your midriff, his arms coming to wound around your body as he closes his eyes.

"how about some david attenborough to relax?", he pulls back slightly to murmur, "we can make some cocoa too".

[livjeonghan]

i was aiming for "sweet" but i "gut wrenching" is also acceptable :)

[livjeonghan]

[1:15 AM]

warnings: mention of the recent GoSe episodes (grudge), and nightmares (kind of)

wonwoo looks away from his game as you walk in through the door of the study room, his eyes instantly softening at your nightsuit-clad figure. you've been living with him long enough to not dwell on his habit of wearing his headphones slightly off-center when you're in the house.

after a couple of times of interrupting him while he was gaming, you had asked him why he left part of his ear exposed when you were around. "so i can hear you properly when you're here", he had said, oblivious to the rush his words gave you. for all his quiet, he's loud in his considerations towards you.

"hey", he murmurs, pausing his game, "thought you'd be asleep by now".

and so you should be. you're generally so tired after your 9-5 job that you're dead asleep by midnight.

"i want to sleep", you respond, trying to sound less sulky, "but i saw the recent going seventeen episode, and now i can't sleep".

"ah", he replies, eyes twinkling as he takes your hands in both of his, "i thought you had a rule about not watching scary stuff before bedtime?"

"i broke it to see your pretty face on screen", you shrug, smiling slightly at wonwoo's grin, "how did you do it? you said you weren't scared at all, but what i saw -- "

wonwoo waits for you to finish.

"-- was scary", and you do, rather inelegantly.

"i knew i was safe", he rubs his thumbs soothingly over yours, "they take care of us, i knew it was going to be okay".

"and you're not a scaredy-cat like me", you add sullenly.

"maybe", he smiles gently, "i'm okay. we were all okay. we're never in danger at GoSe shoots".

you wonder if you should brood on how easily wonwoo reads you. it's not like you try to hide things from him, but your less rational thoughts (let's be real -- ofcourse he was never in any danger, who even thinks like that?) should be a little more difficult to notice.

wonwoo doesn't seem annoyed at all at you though, as he pulls you closer to rest his head on your midriff, his arms coming to wound around your body as he closes his eyes.

"how about some david attenborough to relax?", he pulls back slightly to murmur, "we can make some cocoa too".

[livjeonghan]

my obsession feeding your obsession....

[livjeonghan]

[3:32 PM]

a/n: the main line in this is very devastating to me

"hey"

wonwoo's voice is low, it's texture hoarse from lack of use. his barely-open eyes are fixed at you, blearily taking in your figure, as if he can't believe you're there.

there are better ways of enjoying a nice sunday afternoon than nursing wonwoo back from a fever -- but when his friend called you to come over, you couldn't say no.

you get the feeling that jihoon had another reason for calling you, instead of just wanting his friend looked after when the group went out for promotions. stay with wonwoo, he had said with a twinkle in his eye, he'll feel better with you here.

maybe your not-so-tiny years-long crush on your best friend has not been as incognito as you had hoped.

there might be better ways of enjoying sunday afternoons, but you wouldn't take them over sitting at wonwoo's bedside, waiting for him to wake up -- not when you know he would do the same.

"hi wonwoo", you respond, your voice gentle, your fingers moving his hair back from his warm forehead.

"you're in my dreams again", he whispers, eyes closing at your touch, reminiscent smile gracing the corner of his lips, "stay".

you still at his words, unable to speak for a second. he's gone back to sleep in that time -- his hand lightly resting on your arm, head still touching your hand, a strangely peaceful look resting on his face.

you're in my dreams again, your mind repeats.

again. again. again.

do you dream about me too?, you think, before settling down next to him again.

yes, i'll stay.

[livjeonghan]

[3:32 PM]

a/n: the main line in this is very devastating to me

"hey"

wonwoo's voice is low, it's texture hoarse from lack of use. his barely-open eyes are fixed at you, blearily taking in your figure, as if he can't believe you're there.

there are better ways of enjoying a nice sunday afternoon than nursing wonwoo back from a fever -- but when his friend called you to come over, you couldn't say no.

you get the feeling that jihoon had another reason for calling you, instead of just wanting his friend looked after when the group went out for promotions. stay with wonwoo, he had said with a twinkle in his eye, he'll feel better with you here.

maybe your not-so-tiny years-long crush on your best friend has not been as incognito as you had hoped.

there might be better ways of enjoying sunday afternoons, but you wouldn't take them over sitting at wonwoo's bedside, waiting for him to wake up -- not when you know he would do the same.

"hi wonwoo", you respond, your voice gentle, your fingers moving his hair back from his warm forehead.

"you're in my dreams again", he whispers, eyes closing at your touch, reminiscent smile gracing the corner of his lips, "stay".

you still at his words, unable to speak for a second. he's gone back to sleep in that time -- his hand lightly resting on your arm, head still touching your hand, a strangely peaceful look resting on his face.

you're in my dreams again, your mind repeats.

again. again. again.

do you dream about me too?, you think, before settling down next to him again.

yes, i'll stay.

[livjeonghan]

[1:15 AM]

warnings: mention of the recent GoSe episodes (grudge), and nightmares (kind of)

wonwoo looks away from his game as you walk in through the door of the study room, his eyes instantly softening at your nightsuit-clad figure. you've been living with him long enough to not dwell on his habit of wearing his headphones slightly off-center when you're in the house.

after a couple of times of interrupting him while he was gaming, you had asked him why he left part of his ear exposed when you were around. "so i can hear you properly when you're here", he had said, oblivious to the rush his words gave you. for all his quiet, he's loud in his considerations towards you.

"hey", he murmurs, pausing his game, "thought you'd be asleep by now".

and so you should be. you're generally so tired after your 9-5 job that you're dead asleep by midnight.

"i want to sleep", you respond, trying to sound less sulky, "but i saw the recent going seventeen episode, and now i can't sleep".

"ah", he replies, eyes twinkling as he takes your hands in both of his, "i thought you had a rule about not watching scary stuff before bedtime?"

"i broke it to see your pretty face on screen", you shrug, smiling slightly at wonwoo's grin, "how did you do it? you said you weren't scared at all, but what i saw -- "

wonwoo waits for you to finish.

"-- was scary", and you do, rather inelegantly.

"i knew i was safe", he rubs his thumbs soothingly over yours, "they take care of us, i knew it was going to be okay".

"and you're not a scaredy-cat like me", you add sullenly.

"maybe", he smiles gently, "i'm okay. we were all okay. we're never in danger at GoSe shoots".

you wonder if you should brood on how easily wonwoo reads you. it's not like you try to hide things from him, but your less rational thoughts (let's be real -- ofcourse he was never in any danger, who even thinks like that?) should be a little more difficult to notice.

wonwoo doesn't seem annoyed at all at you though, as he pulls you closer to rest his head on your midriff, his arms coming to wound around your body as he closes his eyes.

"how about some david attenborough to relax?", he pulls back slightly to murmur, "we can make some cocoa too".

[livjeonghan]

[1:15 AM]

warnings: mention of the recent GoSe episodes (grudge), and nightmares (kind of)

wonwoo looks away from his game as you walk in through the door of the study room, his eyes instantly softening at your nightsuit-clad figure. you've been living with him long enough to not dwell on his habit of wearing his headphones slightly off-center when you're in the house.

after a couple of times of interrupting him while he was gaming, you had asked him why he left part of his ear exposed when you were around. "so i can hear you properly when you're here", he had said, oblivious to the rush his words gave you. for all his quiet, he's loud in his considerations towards you.

"hey", he murmurs, pausing his game, "thought you'd be asleep by now".

and so you should be. you're generally so tired after your 9-5 job that you're dead asleep by midnight.

"i want to sleep", you respond, trying to sound less sulky, "but i saw the recent going seventeen episode, and now i can't sleep".

"ah", he replies, eyes twinkling as he takes your hands in both of his, "i thought you had a rule about not watching scary stuff before bedtime?"

"i broke it to see your pretty face on screen", you shrug, smiling slightly at wonwoo's grin, "how did you do it? you said you weren't scared at all, but what i saw -- "

wonwoo waits for you to finish.

"-- was scary", and you do, rather inelegantly.

"i knew i was safe", he rubs his thumbs soothingly over yours, "they take care of us, i knew it was going to be okay".

"and you're not a scaredy-cat like me", you add sullenly.

"maybe", he smiles gently, "i'm okay. we were all okay. we're never in danger at GoSe shoots".

you wonder if you should brood on how easily wonwoo reads you. it's not like you try to hide things from him, but your less rational thoughts (let's be real -- ofcourse he was never in any danger, who even thinks like that?) should be a little more difficult to notice.

wonwoo doesn't seem annoyed at all at you though, as he pulls you closer to rest his head on your midriff, his arms coming to wound around your body as he closes his eyes.

"how about some david attenborough to relax?", he pulls back slightly to murmur, "we can make some cocoa too".

[livjeonghan]

[21:58]

a/n: utilizing this blog to write mindless headcannons again. yes, i'm currently working on my thesis.

"you look like you're slowly withering away"

jeonghan's amused words make you open your eyes for a few seconds before you let them shut again. if you didn't know him as well, you would've missed the note of concern in his voice. and the worry flashing in his eyes, despite the teasing smile he sports.

"i feel like it too", you groan, opening your eyes and trying to look alive, "remind me to never get a degree ever again".

the sound your boyfriend lets out is somewhere between a snort and laugh. you love studying, you can hear him think, even if it kills you sometimes.

"can i do anything?", he prompts, finally reaching out to stroke your cheek, which you're sure he's been wanting to do since he came home a few minutes ago, "something to eat?"

"i want yogurt", you pout before giving him a resigned smile, "but i finished it all this morning".

"i picked some up on the way home", he flicks your nose lightly, "saw you were running low".

oh, how you love this man.

"oh, jeonghan", you start, pushing through your slight headache to express your very sincere gratitude, "that's so -- "

"yeah, yeah, you can thank me later", he smiles, before reaching for your hand, "go wash your face, you always feel better after. actually, use your clay mask".

"but -- "

"i'll mix sugar in your yogurt, it'll be ready by the time you're done".

he pulls you up by your hand -- no doubt to push you towards the general direction of your bathroom -- but you catch him off-guard, resting your hands on his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.

"thank you", you whisper, your hands gently squeezing his hips, "for taking care of me".

"i like taking care of you", he whispers back, "and you need to up your standards. it's only yogurt".

it's not just yogurt. it's the little massages he gives you when your shoulders are killing you, it's the extra jacket he has in his car, it's the way he coaxes you out for a walk when you've been inside for too long. it's the love and kindness he has, that you have the privilege of experiencing.

he'd hate hearing it though, so you keep quiet for now. your head hurts too much to make him sit through a recitation of everything you love about him. so you settle for the simple --

"i love you".

[livjeonghan]

[02:13]

contains: reader being scared after watching criminal minds

a/n: yes i watched criminal minds all day

"jihoon?"

your boyfriend looks up at your words, only half-surprised that you're still awake. your sleep habits are better than his, but they're not good.

"mm?"

"can you come to bed?"

jihoon pauses for a moment at the request. you don't generally ask for company when you're going to sleep, not even when you're sick. so what's the matter --

ah.

he remembers the show you've been binging today, probably for the 40th time.

"criminal minds, mm?"

jihoon enjoys your slightly embarrassed shrug for just a second before taking off his headphones and turning off his system. you don't ask for his company often, so he's definitely not going to refuse when you do.

"c'mon", he smiles slightly as he walks towards you, one hand lightly patting the top of your head, "i'll make sure there's no one under the bed".

your repressed sigh of relief tells him that you've definitely considered that possibility. ah, the power of 40 episodes of a well-made crime show.

he won't tease you until tomorrow, though. for now, he'll hold you close so you can sleep, safely and soundly.

[livjeonghan]

[21:58]

a/n: utilizing this blog to write mindless headcannons again. yes, i'm currently working on my thesis.

"you look like you're slowly withering away"

jeonghan's amused words make you open your eyes for a few seconds before you let them shut again. if you didn't know him as well, you would've missed the note of concern in his voice. and the worry flashing in his eyes, despite the teasing smile he sports.

"i feel like it too", you groan, opening your eyes and trying to look alive, "remind me to never get a degree ever again".

the sound your boyfriend lets out is somewhere between a snort and laugh. you love studying, you can hear him think, even if it kills you sometimes.

"can i do anything?", he prompts, finally reaching out to stroke your cheek, which you're sure he's been wanting to do since he came home a few minutes ago, "something to eat?"

"i want yogurt", you pout before giving him a resigned smile, "but i finished it all this morning".

"i picked some up on the way home", he flicks your nose lightly, "saw you were running low".

oh, how you love this man.

"oh, jeonghan", you start, pushing through your slight headache to express your very sincere gratitude, "that's so -- "

"yeah, yeah, you can thank me later", he smiles, before reaching for your hand, "go wash your face, you always feel better after. actually, use your clay mask".

"but -- "

"i'll mix sugar in your yogurt, it'll be ready by the time you're done".

he pulls you up by your hand -- no doubt to push you towards the general direction of your bathroom -- but you catch him off-guard, resting your hands on his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.

"thank you", you whisper, your hands gently squeezing his hips, "for taking care of me".

"i like taking care of you", he whispers back, "and you need to up your standards. it's only yogurt".

it's not just yogurt. it's the little massages he gives you when your shoulders are killing you, it's the extra jacket he has in his car, it's the way he coaxes you out for a walk when you've been inside for too long. it's the love and kindness he has, that you have the privilege of experiencing.

he'd hate hearing it though, so you keep quiet for now. your head hurts too much to make him sit through a recitation of everything you love about him. so you settle for the simple --

"i love you".

[livjeonghan]

pairing: dino x gn!reader word count: 420 (hehe) warnings: none a/n: @leejungchans posted the dino teaser pictures and, well

au where you hesitantly get a gym membership to build some stamina and get some exercise, only sticking to exercise bikes and treadmills for the first three weeks, and avoiding interactions with anyone in the gym.

(just because you're avoiding interaction doesn't mean you haven't noticed other members, especially lee chan -- a guy your age with a stunning frame and even more devastating smile)

you finally decide to give some weightlifting a try, thinking you'll just start easy and see how it works. there's a little problem though, you don't have any experience with weights, and you don't have the confidence to ask the many instructors at this gym.

so here you are, standing in front of some equipment and looking up tutorials on your phone, when your frenzied googling is interrupted by the guy with the killer smile (+ biceps), politely asking you if you needed help.

"uh, yeah", you reply, thankfully not having completely lost your wits, "i think i most definitely need help".

lee chan chuckles. you try not to stare.

"never done this before, huh?"

"uh, no", you respond, "unless you count lifting groceries. i'm very new to this gym thing".

"that's alright", he smiles again, and you're sure this can't be good for your heart, "it's really simple".

[. . .]

a few weeks later you're grabbing your usual post-workout snack with chan, talking about this cute cafe you found near the gym.

"i want to go, but going alone seems a little sad", you explain, "i mean, it's probably fine. but it seems like a place you go with someone, y'know?"

"yeah, i get it", he replies, and you wonder if you're imagining the nervousness in his voice. he clears his throat lightly before adding, "we can go, if you like. it's close to here".

"what, like a date?"

crap. it's out before you can think about it. would you like to go on a date with chan? yes. he's been a good friend in the last few weeks. he's kind. he's funny. he's sincere. he's fucking hot. but that's probably not what he meant, and now he probably thinks you're secretly obsessed with him, and you're about to lose your beloved gym partner, and you'll have to find a new gym to save yourself from the --

"yeah, a date"

"oh". oh. OH. OH.

"i mean, we don't have to", he rambles on, "i totally understand if you don't want to. i know this might come out of nowhere -- "

"chan", you giggle, and he pauses, "sure, let's go on a date".

[livjeonghan]

seokmin is the kind of bf who would buy a portable karaoke machine (you know the one with the mic that plays instrumental), just so he can sing your favourite songs when you're taking a bath (he tried once with shower too, but somehow he ended up drenched and so did the bathroom).

he takes this job very seriously. if you've gotten into a song recently and he doesn't know it? he's going to be practicing it every free moment until he gets it perfect. he also tries to get you to take a bath every other day, especially late at night when you're both tired from work and need something to cheer you up -- like his melodic voice mingling with soft chuckles and the echos of karaoke music in your bathroom.

[livjeonghan]

au where jeonghan sees me googling the correct application of hand cream and makes fun of me instead of helping me

[livjeonghan]

au where you move to a new city for master's a few months after breaking up with your ex. you have no plans to date, you just want to get by and maybe find a little happiness in the subject you love and some new friends. almost done with the first semester, the no-dating decision is instantly broken by the sweet smile of your classmate and new friend, and you find yourself simply unable to say no to seokmin when he asks you out on a coffee date.

you manage to keep contemplation away from your mind until you've left the house in what you hope is a cute outfit, and now you're wondering if this is all a big mistake. you think you're over your ex, but can one really be sure about these things? what if you start drawing comparisons between him and seokmin throughout the date? would you ever forgive yourself?

your plastered smile turns into a genuine one when you spot seokmin waiting for you on the corner table, an infectious grin on his face as he waves you over, getting up to pull out a chair for you and giggling when you call him a gentleman.

it's only when he's walked you home, only when you've locked the door, that you become aware of the permanent smile you've been sporting all afternoon. and that the only person you've thought of throughout the date was the one who you just agreed to a second one with.

[livjeonghan]

"hey"

you look up to see seokmin approaching your desk, his 6-subject notebook tucked under his arm, the glasses on his face a different color than they usually are.

"hi", you smile, packing away your pens absentmindedly, "new frames?"

"oh?", he blinks before nodding, "yeah, thought i'd try something new. what d'ya think?"

"looks good", you answer truthfully, your heart skipping a beat at his answering grin, "but then everything looks good on that pretty face"

"stop", he whines, following you when you make your way to the classroom door, your bag firmly strapped to your shoulder, "actually, i wanted to ask you something"

"sure, what's up?"

"um"

"seokmin?", you prod when he doesn't continue, "did you forget to write the history assignment again?"

"no, that was a one-time mistake", he scowls, "and we don't even have a history assignment due. stop messing with me".

"can't help it, you're too cute flustered"

"i -", he inhales, "actually, i wanted to know if you want to get coffee sometime".

"sure, we can go now", you shrug, "though why you want to get campus coffee is beyond me".

"no, i mean", he inhales again, "outside. later. somewhere else".

"oh?", then it dawns on you, "like a date?"

"yeah", he meets your eyes shyly, his feet stopping beside you, "exactly like that"

"oh, i -"

you should say no. or should you? are you ready to go out again? it's been fifteen months now, is that enough time? it's been months since you cried over your ex, that should be good enough, right? but what if -

your eyes focus on seokmin's intent ones, and you lose your train of thought. you like seokmin. you have a for a while. isn't that all that matters?

"sure", you smile, giggling at his relieved grin, "i'd love to".

[livjeonghan]

@dokyeomblr classmate seokmin is actually so precious

[livjeonghan]

au where you live in the countryside and write book reviews for the local magazine as a hobby. the post in your town gets delivered on horseback, and you sort of just yell "thanks" everytime it comes by. you've seen the postman a few of times and he's a nice old guy, but you haven't seen him recently, and it isn't until one day the postman knocks on your door that you realize the old guy has retired.

"may i trouble you for some water, miss?", he asks, eyes intently looking at you, "i forgot my flask today".

"oh, ofcourse", you usher him in, ignoring how your stomach flutters when he smiles slightly in response, "i do apologise for not meeting you earlier, i didn't know mr. suh had retired, mr --?"

"jeon", he responds, tipping his hat, "jeon wonwoo, at your service".

[...]

now you listen for the sound of hooves and try to always greet him, offer him lemonade and cookies and carrots for his horse. he accepts to be polite, though he does try to tell you that it's not necessary. soon enough, he spends few minutes everyday talking to you, and when you mention your reviews one day he's like "wait that's you?"

and you're like "yes!!!" and he talks about how he never missed your column and you're like "i just do it for fun omg i'm not a professional or anything" and he's like "your opinions are so right though, i'm always nodding along".

the next couple of weeks the two of you talk about books and one day he mentions how he's waiting for a sequel that's about to be released and you're like "oh i have that already! the author sent it to me" and he's like "oh really?" and you can tell that he's itching to ask you if he can borrow it, and you're like "you're welcome to come over for dinner tonight and get it, i'll have written the review by then".

when he comes over, he brings a bottle of non-alcoholic wine (you've mentioned how you don't drink) and you've made a decent attempt and dinner and it's so nice and you're already fantasizing about doing this with him all the time. and when you hand him the book, you finally and accept that maybe this isn't a date and maybe this was just a friendly dinner - i mean it's not like you clarified what this was, yknow?

but he's looking at the book and then he's looking at you and his cheeks are red and now he's looking at your lips and before you know it, you're kissing him like a 16-year old kisses her long time crush. it's cute and sweet and soft and clumsy but oh, how you wouldn't change it for anything.

the two of you pull away when the book falls down and he picks it up and goes "i apologize, miss -" and you laugh and say "i think you can call me by my name now, wonwoo"

[livjeonghan]

au where your uni senior and computer science major lee seokmin enrolls in a cybersecurity class with his friends, but he has no actual interest in the subject and sadly his friends aren't much help either. he meets you at a mutual acquaintance's birthday party and learns that you're doing an internship in cybersecurity, and asks (begs) you to tutor him.

you agree and after a few sessions he says he has to pay you back in some way, and you say "just buy me coffee every now and then, i need it to survive" and he replies with "that sounds great", a slightly flustered look shadows his face, "but how about dinner?"

written for @dokyeomblr

[livjeonghan]

because he would enroll in a class just for his friends. it's so stupid but he'd do it. the man has a passion for data configuration and doesn't have any interest in information security, and yet....kwon soonyoung and kim mingyu said they would do it and it would look good on their resumes and they're as bad as him. he hates algorithms and proofs and just wants to fuck around with data but there he is, stuck with hash message authentication, dumb out of his mind

and there you are, brilliant and nice and beautiful, like a combination of his knight-in-shining-armor and ray of sunshine. like a cybersecurity unicorn, ethereal and beautiful and awe-inspiring.