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♡ “please stop before i fall in love with you!”

♡ “you are my home too, you know?”

♡ “stop being so pretty, it hurts.”

♡ “you need help.” “no, i need you.”

♡ “what’s your problem?” “you, apparently.”

♡ “you are beautiful, my jaw was on the floor the first time i saw you, just thought you should know that.”

♡ “the guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”

♡ “i am yours just as much as you are mine.”

♡ “you want me to shout from the rooftops? because damn it, (nickname) i will.”

♡ “do you like me?” “something like that..”

♡ “ah, so you’re like my book boyfriend now, huh?” “what on earth is a book boyfriend?”

♡ “i’m not going to sit here and pretend like you don’t own my heart, like i haven’t been yours since the moment i saw you.”

♡ “you and me?” “always.”

♡ “i can’t stand you.” “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”

♡ “read to me.” [how to make a bookworm fall in love with you 101]

♡ “i don’t deserve you.” “yes, you do.”

♡ “i know you better than you know yourself.”

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#1: first

Caught up in the night time city bustle, Kyungsoo had momentarily stopped just in front of a quaint little flower shop just ways away from his favorite sushi bar. He wondered how he’d never seen it before, he travels this path on a literal daily basis.

He’s so mesmerized by the beautiful array of colors and different types of flowers in the dimly lit shop, that he almost gets knocked down on his rear by a slightly frazzled man in a bright red hoodie and denim jeans. The hood of his sweatshirt is over his head, silver bangs messily pushed upwards and to the side revealing wide brown eyes, an incredibly adorable button nose and ridiculously cherry red pouty lips.

“Kiss me” the man blurts out somewhat desperately. Taken aback, Kyungsoo’s wide eyes stare into the man’s own pleading onnes and hates how his stomach swoops as his gaze instinctively shifts down to the man’s parted lips.

“I—I beg your pardon?” Kyungsoo rasps, hating the way he has to clear his throat because he feels a huge knot forming there.

“Fuck, okay look—I know this is insane, but I need you to do me a solid right now and kiss me. Please kiss me, I promise I’ll explain later just—please” the guy bites down on his lower lip nervously wringing his hoodie strings in his hands

Kyungsoo—against his better judgement—raises his hands to gently cradle the man’s face and pulls him forward, softly pressing their lips together. Kyungsoo swallows the man’s surprised squeak by firmly slotting their lips, bringing his hands down to wrap around his waist, his stomach swooping once more when it elicits a slightly sinful moan from the hoodie guy.

A pair of arms clutch at Kyungsoo’s shirt and he all but feels the hoodie guy melt into his embrace, softly moaning once again. 

Kyungsoo’s now decided that this man’s moans are his new favorite sound. He pulls him closer, and Kyungsoo marvels at the fact that it takes little to no effort to coax Mr. Hoodie Guy’s lips open. 

He’s feeling hot all over, but Kyungsoo doesn’t mind, nor does he mind the fast tempo his heart is currently beating to.

“Baek—Baekhyun?” comes a rather startled question from somewhere near them, and regretfully, Kyungsoo tears himself away from the man’s lips. 

Fuck, he thinks, what the hell got into him? 

He mentally scolds himself for losing sense of where he’d been—aka, the very busy streets of Seoul where hundreds of people were walking by—and clears his throat.

Hoodie Guy, or Baekhyun—Kyungsoo gathered—half dazed with heavy lidded eyes smiled dopily at Kyungsoo before shaking himself from his stupor and straightening up. It took everything in him not to coo and giggle at this man’s sheer adorableness. 

Baekhyun cleared his throat, a ruby tinge spreading over the tops of his cheeks as he turned away from Kyungsoo to address the individual who had come up to them mid makeout session.

“Oh, hey Sehun, fancy meeting you here” he says, the fake cheeriness in his voice causing Kyungsoo to snort—he kind of figures where this is going. Baekhyun clears his throat once again and lightly elbows Kyungsoo, pressing his lips into a thin line to keep from laughing.  

“Yeah, small world right” the tall guy, Sehun, says rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Kyungsoo looks up at the man and can’t help but scrunch up his nose in distaste as he throws a protective arm around Baekhyun’s waist. “I was, well—I was gonna see if you wanted to catch up, but I see you’re pretty busy. Maybe some other time?” he asks hopefully.

“Maybe” Baekhyun sighs with no indication whatsoever of actually wanting to go through with such plans.

“See you around” the guy says before carrying on his path.

Baekhyun visibly deflates next to Kyungsoo as soon as Sehun is out of sight and sighs.

“I believe you owe me an explanation?” Kyungsoo laughs and Baekhyun groans rubbing his hands across his face.

“And an apology, dude, you’re a literal lifesaver. Sorry for the sudden” Baekhyun says making vague hand motions. “There’s a really great sushi bar down the street, have you eaten dinner yet?”

“I never say no to sushi” Kyungsoo grins, and he supposes that’s one way to share a first kiss with someone.

inspired from this list here. thanks for reading.

[roguemyeon]

summer vibes

[peach-mangos]

Third Floor Soulmates

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ soulmates au/neighbors au/fluff/first meetings ☾ 2.1k ☾ can also read here

“Ahem—Mr Byun?” the cab driver says tentatively, afraid to startle his passenger, “we have arrived, sir” 

Baekhyun, despite his driver’s carefulness, startles in a fit of snorts and disgruntled sounds sitting upright squinting at his surroundings.

“M’right, kay’—” Baekhyun slurs. “Thank you, please, keep the change” he says handing over a wad of cash to his driver. It’s more than enough for the ride and then some. 

The cab driver takes it gratefully bidding Baekhyun goodbye as he watches him drunkenly stumble out of his cab. Waving goodbye, he then digs through his pockets in search of his keys as he tries to make his way towards his building. 

“Fuck” Baekhyun groans realizing his keys are missing. ‘You have got to be kidding me’ he thinks to himself. ‘Did he leave them at the club? Or did he leave them at home? Had he dropped them in the cab?. Without his keys there’s no way for him to get the building’s gate open, much less his own apartment door. 

He stares down at his phone and sighs. 

It’s nearly four a.m, there’s no way Jongdae’s awake. The nerd’s been asleep for hours by now, Baekhyun’s fooling himself if he thinks there’s any way his best friend’s going to hear the buzzer. 

Still, that doesn’t stop him from leaning against the building gate wall as he presses down on the buzzer waiting for a response. In the meantime, he also dials Jongdae’s phone number and hopes either of the two disturbances wake him up. 

“Worst roommate ever” Baekhyun hiccups letting up on the buzzer. He dials one more time, but of course, no answer.

lost my keys...love this for me

ur lit rally the w o r s t roommate?

dead to the world...i could be getting murdered in cold blood?

and you’ve got ur phone on do not disturb mode?

fuck u dae ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

im just gonna buzz everyone on our floor till I get an answer good luck looking at ur neighbors in the eye after tonight

After sending an onslaught of text messages to Jongdae, Baekhyun pockets his phone and looks back at the platinum square with an array of buttons and sighs. 

Squinting suspiciously, he recognizes Amber and Krystal’s apartment number right above his and Jongdae’s button and presses it praying to the lord almighty either of his upstairs neighbors are up.  

“Hello?” greets Amber, giggly and slightly slurred. Baekhyun heaves a sigh of relief.

“Dude, why’re you still awake?” he snorts when he hears the girl hiccup and burp all at once, shaking his head with a full on fond grin on his face. He’s got a bit of an idea why she’s still up by the sounds of her voice. 

“Well what the hell are you doing ringing my buzzer at nearly four in the morning?” she retorts.

“S’a valid question,” comes Krystal’s voice from somewhere near the speaker.

“Glad you asked. Might’ve lost my keys at the club. Might’ve left them home or honestly I might’ve left them inside the cab I just took home. Can’t really say at the moment” Baekhyun confesses.

“Wild night?” Amber muses, and Baekhyun snorts.

“Wildest. Buzz me in would ya? These leather pants are literally suffocating me, and I’m getting cold”

The last thing he hears is Krystal’s laugh before he’s being buzzed in. The gate unlocks and he is able to make his way inside their building. 

It is then that upon entering the building’s premises, Baekhyun encounters yet another problem. 

The front doors are locked, and as his luck would have it, the night shift receptionist and security have seemed to have taken a break. 

Damn it! Baekhyun cursed inwardly, tonight really just wasn’t his night was it. 

He should’ve listened to Jongdae and stayed in. But no, Baekhyun just had to go and be a thirsty little bitch and accept Chanyeol’s offer to go out. He’d promised him he’d get Minseok to come along, and if Baekhyun was being honest, he’d been itching to get into the older man’s pants ever since they shared a heated makeout session at Kim Junmyeon’s housewarming party—read; rave—last month. 

But alas, all men do is lie, and Chanyeol is no exception to that statement. 

Now, Baekhyun could have waited for the receptionist and security guard to come back, but quite frankly he was over tonight and all he really wanted was to get inside his apartment and pass the fuck out.

So he did what any other person would do. He went around the side of the building and began to count windows. Once he’d somewhat figured out which window led to his and Jongdae’s apartment, he pulled down the rusty and quite frankly, loud, stairs attached to the apartment window steel balconies. 

After three flights of stairs and two nearly falling of happenings, Baekhyun finally reaches his apartment window and cheers, praying Jongdae once again forgot to lock it before bed—he normally does, and Baekhyun has to remind him constantly that just because they live on the third floor doesn’t mean they’re immune to potentially getting robbed. 

“When the fuck did we move our couch?” Baekhyun grumbles as he swipes their curtains aside and comes face to face with the back of their couch.

He shrugs it off not having the energy to think about it much, then climbs over said couch falling face first into it and promptly passing out.

Kyungsoo huffs out a tired breath as he shuts down his laptop, removing his glasses to rub fiercely at his tired eyes.

After an entire day’s worth of research, brainstorming and writing, he had finally finished his History report and he was well due for some rest. He stretches on his desk chair, groaning as his stiff bones crack and pop in place after the long hours of him being hunched over his desk.

His eyes widen when he checks the time and sees it’s half past three. 

However, he realizes it’s Sunday, and aside from looking over his paper once again with fresh eyes and turning it in before midnight, he really doesn’t have much planned. He relishes the thought of being able to sleep in and sighs happily making his way towards his room.

“Finally” he groans as he pulls off the duvet on his bed and crawls into it, sighing in satisfaction as his head hits his soft pillows.

Kyungsoo’s halfway asleep when a creaky sound pulls him back into full consciousness. He waits a couple seconds, and when he hears nothing once again, he sinks back into his pillows and tries to slip back into slumber.

Not even a full minute later and Kyungsoo’s jolting awake at the sound of his living room window being pried open. Afraid he’s going insane from the lack of rest, he waits a bit before he hears the tall tale sounds of someone intruding into his home.

Shit, he thinks, the one time he forgets to check his window and this happens.

Nearly braning himself on his bedside table in his haste to search for a weapon, Kyungsoo detangles his socked feet from his bed sheets and rumages his room. He almost finds himself empty handed until his eyes land on his umbrella.

He almost cheers out loud.

Almost.

Quickly grabbing it, he slowly turns his bedroom door knob, and carefully opens his door. 

Tiptoeing down the hall towards his living room, he holds on tightly to said umbrella, heart hammering in his chest. If he dies tonight, Kyungsoo thinks, it would be such a shame he spent his last day on earth typing up a stupid History research paper. 

For a second there, Kyungsoo regrets not being more social and spontaneous. 

He finally reaches the living room, eyes scanning the immediate area, gaze landing on his open living room window then falling down to his couch where a large lump lies, curled in on itself. 

Judging from the whiny noises and soft breathing, Kyungsoo gathers it’s another human being.

He walks closer towards his couch, lowering his umbrella and stares at the sleeping person—sleeping boy to be exact.

He seems to be of no danger to Kyungsoo, if anything it appears—and smells—like he’s just drunk. Kyungsoo figures he must’ve gotten lost and confused in his inebriated state and somehow ended up in his living room.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Kyungsoo places his umbrella on the ground and inspects the boy slumped over his couch. 

He’s dressed in all black, in what appears to be a black cotton v-neck that’s ridden up to reveal a tummy and lower back splattered in beauty marks. He’s also in what appears to be the world’s tightest pair of leather pants, and Kyungsoo wonders for a second how long it must’ve taken to get those on. 

The intruder’s face was mostly covered by his bangs and Kyungsoo itched to push them back just to see if he recognized the boy currently drooling all over his suede couch. He couldn’t help but stare at the boy’s familiar pouty mouth. 

Kyungsoo had an inkling of who this could be, and his heart stuttered in his chest. Not sure of what else to do, he crouches near the stranger and pushes away his hair to get a better look and sure enough it was exactly who Kyungsoo had thought it was.

Byun Baekhyun of apartment 1C.

Unsure of what to do, Kyungsoo bites the inside of his cheek nervously. Should he wake him and send him on his merry way home? Or should he just let him sleep off the alcohol, and deal with this whole thing the following morning? 

Before he can decide anything on his own, Baekhyun twitches in his sleep startling a squeak out of Kyungsoo and sending him straight to the floor. In turn, Baekhyun jolted awake and frantically stared around.  

“Who are you?” Baekhyun questions, vision impared by his drunken state, as well as by his shaggy bangs. 

Kyungsoo’s breath gets caught in his throat, hand subconsciously rubbing at his chest as he stares in awe at Baekhyun. How is it that he’s been living in this apartment complex for nearly a month now, and this is actually his and Baekhyun’s first actual face to face encounter?

He clears his throat and chuckles, carefully choosing his words, not that it matters what he says. He’s pretty sure whatever leaves his lips now is surely marked on Baekhyun’s chest.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’re the one in my apartment after all” Kyungsoo says smiling softly, much too softly for someone who is talking to a supposed ‘stranger’ that just broke into their apartment.

“Oh my god, it’s the cute boy from 6C” Baekhyun mumbles, cheeks going crimson, his features going from conused to surprised to embarrassed in the span of a second. “Oh my god—did you—are we…” Baekhyun babbles finally registering their entire exchange.

“I guess so” Kyungsoo breathes out airily from his spot on the floor. Baekhyun in turn chuckles a little hysterically and flops back onto the couch. “Unbelievable” he mumbles to himself, and were it not for the smile on his face, Kyungsoo would’ve thought he was upset at their sudden discovery.

“Do Kyungsoo, by the way” Kyungsoo introduces himself, and he still can’t believe this is literally the first time they’ve ever spoken to one another since he’s moved in.

“Byun Baekhyun” he offers, with a small smile.

“Yeah, I know” Kyungsoo says sheepishly, and this time it’s his cheeks going crimson.

“You do?” Baekhyun asks tilting his head to the side.

“Jongdae” Kyungsoo tells him, “brought over some cookies from the both of you when I first moved in. Didn’t place a face to the name until a week later, but yeah, that’s how” he explains. “You think I’m cute?” Kyungsoo then asks a few beats later, slightly teasingly. 

Baekhyun groans throwing his arm over his face. 

“This isn’t happening” he wails.

“I mean that’s alright, it just so happens I think my soulmate is quite cute as well” Kyungsoo confesses.

“God I’m so drunk right now, is this really happening right now?”

Kyungsoo laughs softly and brushes Baekhyun’s bangs away from his face.

“You can crash on my couch, want a change of clothes to slip into?” Kyungsoo asks, “I doubt those are any comfortable to sleep in” he eyes Baekhyun’s pants and smirk.

“This is really happening” Baekhyun laughs in disbelief, “yeah, if it isn’t too much trouble, I’d really appreciate that”

Kyungsoo nods, and scurries off into his bedroom to search for an oversize t-shirt and some sweatpants for him.

“Thanks” Baekhyun says softly, gladly taking the spare change of clothes, cheeks once again flaming pink. 

“Night, Baek. See you in the morning. How do pancakes for breakfast sound?”

“Devine” Baekhyun smiles.

[taonsil]

8 with suyeol please

spine kisses 💕 I, uh. This is a wingfic, so I hope that’s ok..💦 the idea just came to me and kept making me laugh so

Chanyeol’s wings are the colours he’d always hoped for – dark reds and oranges, almost black at the tips. His mother hadn’t been pleased with the yellow splotches around his alula feathers, ruining the symmetry, like he’d somehow grown them that way on purpose. They suit him just fine. Wide and bright and.. definitely no bigger than they were yesterday.

They’re new, it takes time – that’s what everyone says. Except his sister’s seemed to grow an inch a day, and Sehun’s already knocking things clean off surfaces with his. Chanyeol laughed off the jokes when he had total faith that his wings would match his enthusiasm for them arriving, but it’s been /weeks/.

He twists to get a better look at where they’re sprouted, as though this time it won’t be disappointing. Considering he has to view them from his back in a mirror because they’re still too small to extend out beyond his shoulders.. Nope. He’s still a birb.

“If you don’t flex them before bed they won’t grow,” Junmyeon pipes up as Chanyeol moves to pull on the shirt he’d planned to sleep in.

Chanyeol balls the shirt up in his hands. Junmyeon had looked misleadingly asleep when Chanyeol got back to their room. “You know that’s just a thing moms say.”

“Maybe. But I do know if you don’t flex them they’ll get stiff, and it might inhibit their use later.”

Chanyeol huffs as Junmyeon beckons him over. He still goes, pushing Junmyeon’s legs out of the way so he can sit on the small bed. “And that’s just what blogs read by moms say.” Because no offence, but Junmyeon’s not even going to grow any himself. All this research into care and maintenance and supplements for the members is nice and all, but it’s not like he knows best. (He kind of does; Chanyeol’s been relying on nature and willpower so far. He doesn’t know much about the what and why of sprouting wings, he just wants his to /grow/, god, please.)

As it happens Chanyeol has quite an aversion to flexing them. Well, it feels really good to spread his wings and shake out the stiffness of keeping them bound and cramped under his clothes. With his full wingspan about the same as a pigeon, Chanyeol on principle does not like flexing.

Junmyeon is a lot more concerned with his wellbeing than his pride, though. Not that he doesn’t understand, but it’s only the two of them, and if Junmyeon could deal with Jongin’s teething then he’s hardly fazed by some smaller than average wings. “Turn around,” Junmyeon says, hauling himself up by his elbows. He had been kind of asleep until Chanyeol started stomping around by the mirror, but that’s ok. Wings, tails, midnight transformations.. whatever it is, he’s always on call to help. “I’ll do it. It’ll take twenty seconds, you won’t even notice.”

Sighing, Chanyeol turns, drawing his feet up onto the bed. “If you call them flexercises again I’m swapping rooms.”

Junmyeon’s hand presses firm and steady between Chanyeol’s shoulder blades, small against Chanyeol’s broad back, the same size as his folded wings. “Don’t you think the term would catch on?” Junmyeon sounds like he’s smiling. Of course he is; he’s been proud of coining it for four weeks.

It’s been four weeks already, why is he still basically a sparrow. “No. And don’t try to make it.”

Grouchy and warm-faced as Chanyeol may be about close attention to his wings, it does feel pretty nice to have them opened up. Junmyeon doesn’t spend longer than necessary on each, just making sure all the feathers get aired and that they both span out to look the same as those colour coded diagrams he keeps on his tablet.

“There.” Junmyeon pats Chanyeol’s shoulder. “See? Twenty seconds. If we do that every night you’ll be caught up with Sehun in no time.” Not that it’s a competition, Junmyeon would add if this weren’t Chanyeol late at night.

“Yeah. Thanks, hyung.” The movement sets off and urge to use his wings, so Chanyeol gives them a little shake out and beats them. It doesn’t lift him up at all, of course. Barely creates a draft, if he’s honest. Chanyeol doesn’t hate them, but he’ll sure like them more when they’re not so fluffy and cutesy.

Junmyeon leans forward and chins at his shoulder. He doesn’t hug Chanyeol from behind in case it ruffles his feathers, and Chanyeol’s not particularly letting off that he’s in the mood anyway. “Don’t sound like that about it. They need positive thoughts if they’re going to be encouraged to grow.”

/That/ is definitely some mommy blogging bullshit. Chanyeol should just stuff them back inside his shirt and go to bed. But Junmyeon’s idea of giving them some positive encouragement is apparently leaning in until Chanyeol’s soft feathers are brushing his cheek. A soft kiss pressed right between them, because Junmyeon will love them even when Chanyeol refuses.

Not having yet figured out much control over them than up, down, and fold, Chanyeol isn’t expecting his feathers to seem to puff up somehow in response. He doesn’t know how to get them to calm down again, either. Which, no, it’s too late at night to deal with this. “Hyung,” he grumbles, gives his wings a little flutter so they bat at Junmyeon and make him let up.

“See, they liked that,” Junmyeon grins, and fine. Fine. Ok, maybe that’ll help.

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[wookminchulheo]

⊙♡⊙ ‘ㅅ’ >▥<

fanart by 베개

[u9yuu]

BaekDo x Rilakkuma ♥

[0201halfmoon]

[suicideattempt13]

[peach-mangos]

New Year’s Eve

☾ yoo kihyun/im changkyun ☾ holiday fluff/fluff/humor/meet cute/neighbors au...aka the changki new year’s eve au no one asked for lmao ☾ 2.6k ☾ can also read here

“What do you want?”

“Well good morning sunshine—at least you’re up, kind of surprised I must say” Jooheon chuckles on the other side of the line.

“Yeah well—pretty hard to get any sleep when the whole population on this damn apartment hall is up and about causing a ruckus” Changkyun grumbles, and just as he throws open his apartment door, a group of teenage kids zoom past him blowing party horns and leaving in their wake a trail of party tinsel.

“Kyunnie, it’s New Year’s Eve, lighten up. Of course people are excited and happy, they’re celebrating the end of a long ass exhausting year, new beginnings are always welcomed” Jooheon tells him, and Changkyun can’t help but roll his eyes.

He heads back into his apartment to retrieve a trash bag from his kitchen drawer and makes his way out once again.

“You know, in my opinion—every day is an opportunity for a new beginning—don’t understand why everyone and their damn mother lose their shit over this New Year bullshit”

“You know, you used to love celebrating New Year’s Eve until—”

“Whatever, I’m taking down all these damn decorations” Changkyun says cutting off his friend, “the regulations of our apartment complex doesn’t allow them for safety purposes”

“Dude” Jooheon laughs, “isn’t that a little too much?”

“I’m sorry, was there a reason for this call?” Changkyun asks shoving his cellphone between his ear and shoulder while trying to hold open a trash bag in one hand and ripping off “Happy New Year” decorations off the hallway walls with the other.

“Right, get showered, get dressed—we are going out tonight”

“Like hell we are” Changkyun chuckles bitterly and continues making his way down the hall ripping off decorations with a fiery purpose.

“Listen man, I know it’s been hard for you to celebrate New Year’s ever since Soobin—but damn it, we are doing something this year. We all let it slide last year because it was still pretty fresh, but not this year. You are not gonna sit in that apartment in your old man flannel pajamas and greet the year alone and bitter”

“Are you done?” Changkyun asks making his way towards the elevator.

“Yes” Jooheon concedes harrumphing at his friend.

With that, Chankgyun hangs up on his best friend and tries to close off the gate to the elevator.

“HOLD THE ELEVATOR PLEASE!” someone yells, and usually—well, usually Changkyun isn’t one to be an asshole— but he really isn’t in the mood to share an awkward elevator ride with some random stranger at the moment. So instead of holding the gate open as the unsuspecting stranger had asked, Changkyun rushes to close it.

As his crummy luck would have it though, the trash bag full of holiday decorations he was on his way to get rid of gets stuck between the gate, giving the stranger just enough time to reach the elevator.

“I know you heard me” the guy accuses, narrowing his eyes at Changkyun.

“Oh, sorry , I’m a little hard of hearing” Changkyun lies adjusting his hoodie and begrudgingly making space for the man to get in. He hates the fact that he has to do a double take because —upon closer inspection—his new elevator companion is quite the looker. Dressed to the nines beneath his cream colored winter coat in a silky red button up dress shirt buttoned down all the way to the center of his chest, nice black crispy ironed dress pants accompanied by shiny polished black dress shoes and hair slicked back.

“Are you a little blind as well, you literally saw me rushing towards you”

I wish, Changkyun thinks, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “You know, you’re kind of loud for such a small person” he muses, making the tiny handsome man blush.

“And you’re a little bit of a dick, but that’s none of my business, is it? Could you press the floor button now, please?”

Laughing at how easy it had been to ruffle the guys’ feathers, Changkyun obediently moves over and carries on with pressing the button to the apartment complex’s lobby.

Not even a minute into the elevator ride and the damn metal contraption begins to make a startling noise followed by staggering movements that cause both men to topple forwards in loss of balance.

“The hell was that?” the stranger asks, eyes wide and panicked.

“Think the elevator broke, genius” Changkyun sighs leaning against the metal wall.

“Broke? BROKE?!” Mr. Slicked Back hair wails, “it can’t be broke, I’m going to be late for work? Isn’t there an emergency button or something ?” he asks looking around franticly for the emergency button. He finds it behind a small door next to the button selection also containing a red emergency phone. “Hello, this is Yoo Kihyun from apartment 3B, can someone help us?”

Changkyun chuckles because of course, he’s the new guy that moved into 3B.

“Hey, 3B—phone doesn’t work, genius. Can’t you see it’s not even connected?” Changkyun tells him rolling his eyes.

“Well, do something, don’t just stand there!” 3B wails slamming back the phone into place.

“This happens every other week dude, they’ll get us out eventually” Changkyun shrugs, and the guy, Kihyun visibly deflates.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” he asks defeatedly.

“Could be a couple of hours, to be honest”

Kihyun staggers back into the opposite metal wall and groans, “couple of hours?” he whispers in disbelief. He runs a hand through his hair and gasps, as he looks up he notices an opening and walks over to slap Changkyun on the chest.

“Look, up there, there’s an escape door—you seem stronger I’m not even going to lie, and my shoulders are much narrower than yours—think you could maybe lift me up?” Kihyun asks.

“First of all, ow—your rings, asshole” Changkyun whines rubbing at his chest, “Second, I mean I guess I could, but that thing looks like it’s bolted shut man”

“Doesn’t hurt to try” Kihyun tells him already shrugging off his coat, and Changkyun can’t help but roll his eyes.

“This job so damn important you’re willing to squeeze out of an escape door in an old and faulty elevator?” Changkyun asks groaning as he awkwardly tries to lift Kihyun up. He isn’t that much taller than the guy, he doubts he’ll be able to reach the trap door even with Changkyun lifting him.

As Kihyun struggles to make his hands reach the ceiling, something slips out from around his neck and out of his shirt slapping Changkyun in the face.

“You’re a groupie ?” Changkyun asks, narrowing his eyes at the shiny VIP pass, voice full of judgement.  

Kihyun freezes in his arms.

“Put. Me. Down” he bites out.

Changkyun is quick to do as he’s told and let’s Kihyun slide down and out of his arms.

Once his feet are back on the floor, Kihyun immediately walks away as far away as possible from Changkyun, hiding his VIP pass and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I just wondered” Changkyun tells him truthfully.

“Why the hell do you have a trash bag full of  party decorations?” Kihyun asks instead.

“Took them down from our hallway, we aren’t allowed to hang decorations like that. It’s against the regulations of the complex” Changkyun tells him as a matter of fact.

“Why is that any of your concern? Why is it up to you to police the way people enjoy their holiday? God, of course I get stuck in an elevator with the goddamn grinch of the apartment complex. Who hurt you dude?”

“Ex fiancé” Changkyun tells him, a sad smile on his lips, “two years ago, to the day, actually. Cheated on me the night of our engagement party with who I thought was one of my best friends”

“Well fuck” Kihyun groans blowing out an awkward breath and sits down on the little wooden bench lining one of the walls of the elevator. “Fuck, I’m sorry man—“

“It’s alright, it’s whatever now, you know? But yeah, you’re right. Did turn me into a bit of a grinch, which kinda sucks because I used to love celebrating New Year’s with my best friends” Changkyun confesses.

“I never understood the concept of cheating” Kihyun sighs, “if you feel like you no longer have strong feelings for the person you’re with, just tell them and set them free. Don’t hurt them and waste their time. It’s selfish and plain old mean” he tells him.

“Sounds like you have strong opinions on the subject as well then” Changkyun muses.

Kihyun smiles and stands up.

“You said it’d be a couple of hours right? Well then, I guess we’ll just have to have a party of our own. Rediscover your love for the New Year’s celebration. Come on, we’ve got decorations “ Kihyun says coming over to pull out the holiday decorations trash bag from his fingers.

“But the—” and the withering look Kihyun levels him with has Changkyun shutting up immediately and pliantly handing over the bag and it’s contents.

“Come on grumpy, start putting these banners up” Kihyun demands shoving an array of banners onto his arms. He then rummages through the bag and manages to find a pair of party hats. Making a small noise of triumph, he walks over to strap the red one on Changkyun, smiling when it earns him an eye roll.

“You are something else, 3B”

In comfortable companionship, both men decorate the elevator to their best ability with the few decorations they have, Kihyun occasionally humming random tunes.

“So what do you do for a living?” Kihyun asks as he strings tinsel around.

“I’m a comic book illustrator”

“Oh, is that so? Draw something for me then” Kihyun demands, pulling out a pen and paper pad from his bag, and Changkyun has begun to realize Yoo Kihyun from apartment 3B is quite the demanding fella.

“You’re so bossy” Changkyun says with a chuckle, he takes the man’s pen and pad nonetheless and begins to draw. “What about you? What do you do?”

“Well for starters, I’m not a groupie” Kihyun says pointedly. “I’m a singer, well back up singer right now. It’s why I have this pass, I’m supposed to be performing at the ball drop on New Year’s Eve in Times Square” he sighs sadly.

“Sing something for me then, so I can concentrate on your drawing” Changkyun laughs and Kihyun shakes his head furiously.

“No way man, maybe if we get out of this damn elevator you can come watch me perform instead”

Changkyun shoots Kihyun a look and both burst out in laughter.

They carry on talking for hours about the randomest things. From their earliest childhood memories to likes and dislikes to the reasons why they’re both in New York.

“Are we ever gonna get out of here?” Kihyun sighs defeatedly, “not that you aren’t wonderful company, but I’ve already missed the rehearsal. I’m sure it’s nearing ten p. m, god, I’m really going to miss my chance to perform at Times Square” he laments.

“I’m sorry dude—but hey, look we still have time before you have to go on, you said your performance is at 11:30, right? Perhaps by then” Kihyun gives Changkyun a, ‘thanks for trying’ look and smiles.

“You done with that drawing then?” Kihyun asks and Changkyun laughs nodding his head.

“Here, happy New Year’s” Changkyun laughs handing Kihyun his illustration of him frantically yelling for help earlier in the elevator clutching onto the emergency phone for dear life.

“You are insufferable, I hope you know” Kihyun laughs taking the drawing from his hands. “But you’re actually pretty good, this is so intricate, how do you do that?” he says voice full of awe.

Changkyun just shrugs rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“We’re supposed to be having a party” Kihyun comments, then stands up and begins to narrate his movements.

“The handsome young singer scanned the room, when suddenly, his eyes made contact with another handsome young man”

Changkyun tolled his eyes but stood up.

“They stared at each other for a moment, tentatively smiling at one another” at this point Kihyun shoots Changkyun a shu smile and he can’t help but birst out into a fit of laughter.

“Tentatively!” Kihyun exclaims laughing as well.

“Okay, okay—how about now?” Changkyun asks trying his best at a tentative smile.

“Eh, guess it’ll do” Kihyun teases. “We finally cross the room, just as everyone starts to count down…” Kihyun comes closer to Changkyun, smiling and begins to count. “Ten, nine, eight, seven” Kihyun’s words are barely above a whisper now, and Changkyun feels likes his face is on fire. He doesn’t know what to do with himself or where to look, so he settles for Kihyun’s eyes, which—kind of a mistake. A feeling of being able to lose himself in that pair of warm brown eyes settles over him and he really thinks, fuck it, it’s the New Year. If he were to kiss this man right here, it would be a perfect end to the year. “Six, five, four, three, two—”

Just as Kihyun is about to close the distance between them, the elevator shakes once again throwing both men backwards as it descends properly once again.

Both men clear their throats once the doors to the elevator open, and a group of tenants cheer.

“See, told you I’d get it fixed—and it only took what, leight hours” their landlord cheers, and several tenants erupt in a chorus of annoyed ‘shut ups’ and ‘took you long enoughs’.

“Oh my god, I can still make it, if I hurry”

“Then you should probably head out” Changkyun tells Kihyun clearing his throat.

“I uh—yeah, I’ll see you around. Happy New Year” Kihyun tells him as he rushes out the hallway.

“Yeah. See you around” Changkyun sighs making his way back to the elevator. “Hold that for me will you Mrs. Jensen”

And as Changkyun makes his way back into that damned elevator he notices a rubber pink balance bracelet on the ground.

Fuck.

He picks it up and rushes out of the elevator once more irritating a few dozen of his neighbors in the process and runs out hoping he can make it to Kihyun in time.

Turns out, he does make it to Times Square in time, he barely catches Kihyun on his way up the stage.

“HEY! 3B!” he exclaims.

Startled, Kihyun turns around, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.

“You’re—what? What are you doing here?” Kihyun asks.

“I uh—well I found this, figured it might be yours. I don’t know” Changkyun laughs.

“How did you even get back here?”

“Security is actually so bad? They think I’m the band’s drummer” Changkyun laughs.

“You came all the way out here—in your pajamas, I might add—to hand me my bracelet?”

“It says it’s for balance, didn’t want you out there performing without it. And who knows, maybe it’s good luck. What do I know?” Changkyun mumbles, now blushing slightly.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you” Kihyun laughs taking the bracelet from Changkyun’s hands.

And he’s not sure what gives him the courage to do what he does next, but “ you also forgot this in the elevator,” he says. In one swift movement, he leans up to press a kiss to Kihyun’s lips, pulling him in by his dress pants belt loops. It takes Kihyun about 0.01 seconds to respond, clutching fiercely only the fabric of Changkyun’s hoodie.

“I’m—yeah okay, thanks for that” Kihyun says in a bit of a daze once he’s pulled away, “I’m glad you remembered that” he says clearing his throat.

Changkyun shoots him a million wat smile and presses a light peck to his lips once more.

“Go knock them dead, tonight, I’m your groupie” Changkyun jokes.

“Go!” Kihyun says laughing heartily and Changkyun supposes that maybe new beginnings really are welcomed.

[peach-mangos]

Thinking of You

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ holiday fluff/fluff/misunderstandings/mutual pining/getting together ☾ .911k ☾ can also read here

Baekhyun’s stomach was in a knot, his heart beat faster with each step he took. He was buzzing with nerves and the closer he got to Kyungsoo’s apartment, the more he regretted the whole thing.

Perhaps, he thought, this was a huge mistake .

It didn’t matter now anyways, he was already there.

He knocked on Kyungsoo’s front door and immediately regretted doing so. His stomach dropped to his bum, and the sudden urge to hurl overtook him. Should’ve stayed home he thinks.

On the other side of the door, a series of knocks startle Kyungsoo awake. He sits up in his couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawns, stretching out like a napping cat.

Patting down his couch, searching for his phone, he finds it tucked beneath a couch cushion and checks the time.

4:30 pm.

His eyes widen when he realizes he’s actually slept for two hours rather than the ‘planned’ half hour.

The initial knocks on his door that had woken him up come back and he turns to look in their direction with a confused frown on his face. He isn’t expecting anyone, and he has no missed calls or unanswered text from any of his friends.

As he racks his brain for answers as to who it might be, he makes his way to the door, scratching his head. He throws the door open and slightly gasps.

“I—hey, hi” Baekhyun greets awkwardly as soon as the door in front of him swings open, he was seconds from walking away. He watches as Kyungsoo’s mouth parts slightly in a cute surprised little ‘o’ shape, his cheeks flushed and hair sleep ruffled.

“Baekhyun” the surprise in Kyungsoo’s voice is evident as well as on his face.

“I’m sorry—did I wake you?” Baekhyun frowns feeling guilty.

“It’s okay, really, don’t worry. I actually overslept” Kyungsoo chuckles rubbing the back of his neck. “What’s up? Want to come in?”

Baekhyun hesitates before shaking his head.

“No, I—it’s okay. Actually I just wanted to swing by before I headed home for the holidays and give you this” he shyly hands Kyungsoo a small gift wrapped up penguin patterned wrapping paper. Kyungsoo smiles fondly, happily taking Baekhyun’s gift. “Did some shopping with Dae a few weeks back—anyways I saw it and thought of you” he confesses, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I know you’re upset with me still, but I wanted you to have it”

“Upset? I—Baekhyunnie, I’m not upset with you” Kyungsoo tells him.

“I mean it’s okay, I—well, you’ve been avoiding me since Chanyeol’s birthday party, so I figured”

“Baek”

“It’s okay Soo, we don’t—we don’t have to talk about it” Baekhyun assure him, shrugging and tucking his hands into his coat’s pockets.

“I—what? Baek, I’m—fuck, listen I’m sorry” because yeah, Baekhyun did have a point. Kyungsoo had been avoiding him for the past few weeks. In his defense, Kyungsoo was just incredibly embarrassed. They had both been very drunk, very drunk that night and well ig he was honest—Kyungsoo hadn’t remembered the incident right away. The memory kind of came slamming back to him when Jongdae mentioned Baekhyun the following day in passing, and Kyungsoo had been scared to face him since.

“Can we just forget about the whole thing?” Baekhyun asks, “we can pretend it never happened, if that’s what you want. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable around me, Soo. And I understand if you need time and distance, that’s okay too—I just wanted to know if there was any way we could go back to normal, because I miss you” he finishes in a rush.

Kyungsoo catches the way Baekhyun bites his lips nervously and starts to back away as if prepared to bolt without giving Kyungsoo the chance to say anything.

So before Baekhyun could run out on him, Kyungsoo took ahold of his wrist and pulled him back.

“Baekhyunnie, I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you” Kyungsoo apologizes, “I didn’t mean to make you think I was upset with you or that I felt uncomfortable around you, if anything, I feel the most comfortable whenever I’m around you. It’s one of the main reasons I like you so much” Kyungsoo confesses.

“You like me?” Baekhyun asks in awe stepping closer to Kyungsoo.

“Yeah—like a whole lot actually, and yeah I’ve been avoiding you because of what happened the night of Yeol’s birthday—I was so drunk, and I was so embarrassed. I’m sorry I just threw myself at you like that god ” Kyungsoo cringes at the memory. “But I’ve also been pretty busy at work, the holidays get hectic in the office, lots of companies and clients come to us for Holiday inspired collections and products—anyways, if you want to forget the whole thing we can—”

However Kyungsoo is unable to finish that sentence because Baekhyun pulls him in for a surprising but soft gentle kiss.

“Don’t think I’d be able to forget about it even if I tried—which I have, but it’s literally all I’ve been able to think of for the past month” Baekhyun confesses, eyes fluttering open.

“Oh” is all Kyungsoo is able to respond, half dazed.

“Yeah, oh”

“I—so you like me too?” Kyungsoo asks, Baekhyun’s kiss is telling enough.

“That answer your question?” he asks, Kyungsoo in turn nods pulling Baekhyun back in for a much more heated kiss.

[peach-mangos]

Tree Topper

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ holiday fluff/fluff/humor/domestic fluff ☾ .415k ☾ can also read here

“Hey, have we got any—uh, why’re you just sitting there?” Baekhyun questions, mouth half full of snicker doodles. He’s crossed the distance from the kitchen to the living room to find Kyungsoo crossed legged in front of their Christmas, bottom lip jutting out slightly and brows knitted at the center of his forehead. “Everything alright?”

“Can’t reach the top of the tree” Kyungsoo grumbles, frowning deeply. He then sighs and falls flat on his back, arms spread out in defeat.

Baekhyun, trying his hardest not to giggle, swallows the remnants of his cookie and clears his throat.

“Need some help?”

“Yeah—alright, we getting the stool from the shed?” Kyungsoo asks sitting up.

“Sure” Baekhyun smiles, “come on then, up. Where’s the star?”

Kyungsoo let’s himself get pulled up into a standing position and walks over to the smaller of their couches, brandishing a silver star.

“Come on then, let’s get that tree topper on” Baekhyun exclaims, and before Kyungsoo has time to question him about getting their stepping stool, Baekhyun’s got his arms around his waist and he’s being lifted off the floor with no prior warning.

“Byun Baekhyun!”

“You said you needed help!” Baekhyun laughs struggling to keep a firm hold on his wriggling boyfriend.

“And I do—just figured you’d run out and get me a stepping stool, not lift me up in the air The Lion King style—fucking, put me down you psycho!”

“It’s snowing, I’m not going out there!” Baekhyun exclaims.

“Can you please just—you’re squeezing the oxygen out of me asshole!”

“Someone’s gonna be placed on the naughty list this Christmas—such foul language. Come on, just put the tree topper on” Baekhyun laughs.

“Fine just—lift me, lift me a little higher”

“There?” Baekhyun asks as he steps on the tips of his toes, “have you got it on?”

Face squished against Kyungsoo’s butt, Baekhyun’s unable to see much of what’s going on.

“Almost” Kyungsoo grunts, and finally after a few failed attempts, he gets the topper on. “Right then, put me down” he announces.

Baekhyun happily sets him down.

“There, doesn’t that look lovely?” he asks wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s stomach and hooking his chin on his shoulder.

“Looks a bit crooked” Kyungsoo tells him truthfully.

“Fine, I’ll get you the damn stool from the shed” Baekhyun groans, “not today though. It’s really cold, and I’m tired. Can we just cuddle and watch Elf?”

“Fine, but first thing tomorrow”

“Yeah, alright” Baekhyun pouts.

[peach-mangos]

Jongdae’s Got a Date with a Vampire

☾ kim jongdae/kim minseok ☾ vampires/supernatural/fluff/getting together ☾ 1.3k ☾ can also read here

Jongdae takes a swig of whatever it is that’s in the red plastic cup he’s currently holding in his hands (curtesy of a tall and beautiful brunette in an impossibly tight black learher dress) and winces— fuck that’s strong he thinks. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he tosses the cup aside and looks at his surroundings.

He recognizes no one—not one single soul seems familiar to him and a twinge of panic bubbles in the pit of his stomach.

It’s been twenty minutes since he got there at most, you’d think he’d run into someone at least vaguely familiar by now. However, that wasn’t the case, and Jongdae was beginning to question his life choices.

Staring at his phone, Jongdae reads over Minseok’s text, an invite to a party and requesting to meet him near the fireplace of the very large living room. He pockets his phone, sighs and once again scans the room. It’s been thirty minutes since he’d sent Minseok a text to let him know he had arrived, but hadn’t gotten a reply thus far.

Just as he starts to debate getting the hell out of there—Minseok be damned—a tall blonde decked out in a dark suit with impossibly large ears siddles up next to him and grins.

“I’ve never seen you around one of these shindigs before, what’s your name?” he asks offering him another red plastic cup.

“I uh, thanks—hi, I’m Jongdae” he says taking the cup from the taller man with a small smile. “So are these shindigs as you so quaintly call them, happen often?”

“Nice to meet you Jongdae, I’m Chanyeol” the man offers him his hand to take and Jongdae politely shakes it. “And yeah, almost every other week really. Sometimes every week, depending on the occasion or how the hyungs are feeling” he explains draining his cup in one gulp.

“The hyungs?” Jongdae quizzes taking a sip from his cup.

“Minseok and Junmyeon hyung, they love to throw parties on a weekly. Perks of being undead I guess” Chanyeol muses.

“Undead?” Jongdae squeaks, “wait, did you say Minseok? You know Minseok?” he asks forgetting all about Chanyeol’s undead comment.

“Of course, everyone here does, don’t you?” Chanyeol questions now looking a bit panicked.

“No yeah, of course. He was the one who invited me here tonight, I just—is this his house?”

“Nah, this Junmyeon hyung’s cozy quarters. Minseok hyung prefers things more lowkey” Chanyeol laughs.

“I sure do, Junmyeon’s the one with the love for large, ancient and historical living quarters such as this one” Minseok chimes in from behind Jongdae.

Slightly startled, Jongdae whips around and stares at Minseok with wide eyes. He swallows thickly when he takes in his attire. Slicked black hair and a fitted black suit accompanied by a black velvet choker, his eyes beautifully painted with shimmery black shadow and liner.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d be showing up” Jongdae says finally smiling shyly at him.

“Ran into a few hiccups at work” Minseok sighs dusting off his suit, “sorry I kept you waiting, angel” the pet name has Jongdae blushing furiously and Chanyeol giggling.

“I think I’ll go find Jongin now, it was nice meeting you Jongdae. Minseok hyung, see you around, please behave” Chanyeol says pointedly.

He struts off and on the way steals someone’s drink.

Jongdae chuckles and turns to look at Minseok who is now looking at him fondly.

“You know, Junmyeon’s got a beautiful garden out back, want to go for a stroll?” Minseok asks inching closer, fingers lightly grazing Jongdae’s.

“I uh—yeah, I could use some fresh air” Jongdae confesses.

“The just follow me, I know the area ” Minseok tells him taking ahold of his hand and dragging him towards the back.

Once out back in Junmyeon’s backyard, Jongdae can’t help but gasp in awe. Minseok wasn’t lying when he said the garden was beautiful.

It was stunning, gorgeous, something straight out of a fairytale complete with rose bushes, angel water fountains and fairy lights. Everything looked incredibly beautiful beneath the pale moon light.

“You weren’t joking about the garden” Jongdae breathes out.

“Come on, I’ll show you my favorite part” Minseok grins tugging Jongdae along once again.

They walk out a few feet before they reach an area with a small kiosk.

“Oh wow, this is so cool” Jongdae laughs loving the roses and fairy lights twined around the kiosk’s wooden poles.

“Bet you’re wondering why in the hell I’d invite you to one of these over the top house parties”

“This isn’t even a house Minseok, your friend owns a whole ass mansion ” Jongdae snorts and Minseok chuckles.

“He’s a bit extra, has a bit of a peculiar taste. Has been this way since I can remember” Minseok muses, “he just loves things with a certain aesthetic I suppose”

“I can vibe with it” Jongdae laughs, “so you were saying? Before? How come you decided to invite me to one of your weekly bashes—that I had no idea of, mind you” Jongdae teases.

“Well I have something important to tell you—actually two things to tell you” Minseok starts, by now they have slowly migrated towards the sitting area inside the kiosk and are sitting side by side. Minseok takes Jongdae’s hand in his and sighs. “Dae, I’m sure you know by now I really, really like you”

Jongdae squeezes Minseok’s hand and butes his bottom lip blushing as he nods slightly. “Well, I wasn’t entirely sure” he whispers, “but uh—I had hoped I wasn’t imagining things” Jongdae confesses.

“There’s nothing here you’ve imagined, love. I have made it a point to make my intentions clear to you, and I—well I want to be with you” Minseok tells him.

“You do?” Jongdae says wide eyed, Minseok nods with a smile and scooches closer to him. “I want to be with you too” Jongdae tells him.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me” Minseok grins, however, he turns quite serious and tales a deep breath. “However, there is something you must know about me before you decide if you truly want to be with me”

Jongdae’s heart begins to pound in his chest at a wild pace, and the sound of blood rushing throughout his veins is resonating in his ears.

“What is it?” he asks softly, Minseok looks worried and it kind of breaks Jongdae’s heart. He looks like a small lost kitten and it makes Jongdae want to protect him against all harm no matter what.

“Uh, well—I’m a...how do I say this” he thinks out loud biting his lower lip. “Dae, I’m a vampire”

Jongdae blanches for a minute and stares at Minseok in confusion.

Minseok waits patiently for Jongdae to react, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth to the point of breaking skin.

“You’re a—I’m sorry. Did you just say you’re a—a vampire ?” Jongdae questions, the hold he had on Minseok’s hand going slightly slack.

“Yeah” Minseok says pursing his lips, Jongdae is still staring blankly at him.

Jongdae’s mind is reeling .

Vampires were real.

Vampires were real, and his soon to be boyfriend was one.

It should feel like something straight out of a nightmare —but it didn’t. It kind of made sense to be honest.

Minseok did have this dark and mysterious aura to him, and he was incredibly agile and sneaky. Suddenly a lot of his quirks made sense to Jongdae.

“I can vibe with that” Jongdae breathes out with a small chuckle, and Minseok releases a long relieved breath.

“Really?”

“Yeah—yeah, I can” Jongdae grins, and Minseok is so happy he can’t help but lean in and kiss Jongdae.

“Sorry, I—I got carried away, I should’ve asked” but before he can say anything else, Jongdae cups his face and pulls him in for a proper kiss.

He’s got a million questions, but for now, the taste of Minseok’s lips on his is all he can focus on.

[peach-mangos]

Fear the Haunted Corn Maze

☾ kim junmyeon/park chanyeol ☾ fluff/halloween/humor ☾ .277w ☾ can also read here, ps this was a halloween fic and i was supposed to do a fic a day but things got hectic and i only did two halloween fics lol

In hindsight—Chanyeol should’ve known better than to trust Junmyeon.

‘All men do is lie’ he thinks to himself as he and Junmyeon round the corner and miraculously find themselves right across from the annual Seoul Harvest Festival’s Haunted Corn Maze.

“Seriously?” Chanyeol bellows, betrayal now etched on his face, big bright eyes sparkling with something akin to hurt and fear rather than the exhilaration from a few seconds prior. The dazed and happy smile he was sporting after riding the Spinning Tea Cups is now replaced by an exaggerated quivering pout.

“C’mon Yeol, it will be fun, trust me ” Junmyeon coaxes, bumping his shoulder against Chanyeol’s arm in an attempt to push him forwards.

“Dude, no. You know I hate these things, please don’t make me go in there with you”

Junmyeon ignores his friend’s pitiful whines and rolls his eyes.

“Come onnnnnn” Junmyeon whines, dragging out his words, “please?” he pleads mustering his best puppy dog eyes.

Chanyeol groans, trying to stand his ground—and boy does he try but—Junmyeon’s puppy dog eyes are very hard to resist. And then Junmyeon cuddles up to him linking their arms together and lays his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder the intensity of his puppy dog eyes increasing ten fold.

“Ugh, fine , but you’re getting me a funnel cake after this” Chanyeol grumbles slumping his shoulders in defeat. Junmyeon on the other hand whoops loudly, face lighting up with a smile letting go of Chanyeol’s arm to do a little victory dance.

And Chanyeol guesses he can weather a haunted corn maze if it means making Junmyeon smile the way he is right now. Huge, bright and infectious.

[peach-mangos]

For Good Luck

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ roommates/fluff/ceo kyungsoo/getting together/friends to lovers ☾ .555w ☾ can also read here, and is inspired by this post

Baekhyun’s in awe.

He’s known for a very long time now, that Kyungsoo is an extremely beautiful, incredibly good looking man.

However, he’s blindsided by said good looks the moment Kyungsoo steps foot outside his bedroom. For a hot minute, Baekhyun forgets how to breathe, and the air in his lungs vanishes.

“How do I look?” Kyungsoo questions shuffling on his feet. A small nervous habit of his that Baekhyun’s always found incredibly endearing—but then again, he’s always found all of Kyungsoo’s little quirks and habits endearing.

“Mr. Big Shot CEO Do, you look—you look fantastic Soo” Baekhyun breathes out, then clears his throat and straightens up shoving his hands in his pocket, “it’s a good look on you”

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes scoffing slightly and smoothing out invisible wrinkles in his suit. The small smile tugging at his lips and his slightly flushed cheeks give away the fact that he’s pleased with Baekhyun’s reaction however.

It makes Baekhyun feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Feels pretty weird” Kyungsoo confesses looking up at Bakehyun and scrunching up his nose.

“Get used to it, you’re an important, highly regarded CEO now. Gotta look the part. You’re tie’s a bit crooked though—c’mere” Baekhyun crowds into Kyungsoo’s space, pulling the tie from between his shirt and blazer, completely undoing it in order to properly tie it again.

His hands work swiftly and diligently until he’s satisfied with how the tie looks, oblivious to the soft lovesick look in Kyungsoo’s eyes.

“There it is” Baekhyun cheers stepping back.

“What would I do without you?” Kyungsoo teases grinning widely at Baekhyun.

“Probably show up at work with a crooked tie on your first day as a CEO” Baekhyun jokes causing Kyungsoo to chuckle and roll his eyes once again.

“I should head out” Kyungsoo sighs looking at his watch. He makes his way towards the door when Bakehyun calls out for him.

“Soo, wait—I have something for you” he says running back into his own bedroom. A few seconds later he re-emerges with something small and silky between his hands. “I saw this the other day and thought of you”

Baekhyun then hands Kyungsoo a powder blue silk handkerchief and smiles.

“Hyunnie” Kyungsoo says, “thank you, this is—I love it. Help me put it on?” he asks.

Baekhyun nods with the biggest smile on his face, folding the handkerchief and neatly placing it into Kyungsoo’s blazer pocket.

“Now get going, good luck and knock em’ dead Soo”

“Thanks Baek”

And before he could lose his nerve, Baekhyun leans into Kyungsoo’s space and pecks him softly on the cheek.

“For good luck” he explains biting down on his lip, cheeks burning.

Kyungsoo clears his throat and nods, smiling softly before heading out the door.

Baekhyun is seconds away from screaming his lungs out from embarrassment when the door swings open once more.

It’s Kyungsoo’s turn to crowd into Baekhyun’s space now, and he cups his chin planting a short soft and sweet kiss on his lips.

“For good luck” he explains slightly breathless, and before Baekhyun knows it, Kyungsoo’s out the door.

“Well fuck” Baekhyun breathes out bringing up his hand to touch his lips, the feeling of Kyungsoo’s plush lips against his etched in his brain.

They’re gonna have one hell of talk later tonight.

[peach-mangos]

Baekhyun’s New Guide to Venting

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ humor/domestic fluff ☾ .275w ☾ can also read here. i am just catching up my blog with posts i’ve made on ao3 and never got around to making here uwu

In classic Baekhyun style, he stumbles through the door and into their apartment just as Kyungsoo’s placing the lid on their simmering dinner.

“Rough day?” Kyungsoo questions, a fond look on his face as he watches Baekhyun flop down on the floor. He rolls around a few times, stopping at Kyungsoo’s feet, then splays his hands above his head and groans.

“The worst” he moans out dramatically.

Kyungsoo coos at him and kneels down to brush his hair away from his face, then takes one of Baekhyun’s hands and pulls him up into a sitting position.

Once upright, Baekhyun flings his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and whines pitifully clinging tightly to him while nuzzling the underside of his chin.

“Wanna tell me about it?” Kyungsoo asks petting Baekhyun’s hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

Baekhyun pulls away and nods, smiling sweetly at Kyungsoo with tired hooded eyes. “In a bit” he mumbles before diving in to catch his lips in a slightly bruising kiss eliciting the smallest noise of surprise out of him.

When he pulls away, his lips are kiss swollen and glistening.

“What was that for?” Kyungsoo asks in a daze

“I’m gonna let out all my anger in the form of kissing you” Baekhyun explains.

Kyungsoo blinks at him a few times then nods slowly, “I…well, I guess that’s one way to vent.” He pauses, then smiles, “…That I’m really down for”

And if every now and then when either of the two have a particular rough day, neither mind being pushed up against the nearest surface to get the living daylights kissed out if them.