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mingyu fic recs (july)
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love in the little things : svt vocal unit
── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.
svt (vocal unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 883 words
hiphop unit | performance unit
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — you entered the room with hesitant steps, feeling like there was a weight of a hundred pairs of eyes watching you. as expected, the class reunion was already in full swing when you arrived. you weren't even looking forward to coming tonight but your friends insisted that you all come. JEONGHAN must've felt your hesitation as you felt his hand on your back, you let out a sigh of relief.
with his hand there, you felt your confidence bloom. it was as though the warmth of his palm released all the tension in your spine and all the knots in your stomach unraveled.
as the night unfolded, laughter and music filled the air and you found yourself more at ease, able to savor the nostalgia with your friends and enjoy the moment. his touch on your skin was like an oath, whispering, "i've got your back." in that promise you found strength and certainty that he, both literally and figuratively, will always be there for you.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — it all began one evening when frustration started to bubble up inside of you after another failed attempt at painting your nails with your non-dominant hand.
"hey, can i help?" JOSHUA's gentle voice cut through your frustration, accompanied by a soft smile.
you looked at him skeptically. "do you know how?"
he shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "no, but I can try."
with a shrug and a chuckle, you handed him the nail polish bottle. the brush looked almost comically small in his hand, but with a surprising level of precision, he began to paint your nails.
since that day, it had become a cherished ritual for the two of you. you found yourselves sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered nail polish bottles, talking about your days in between every soft stroke of color. joshua insisted that you call him whenever you wanted your nails painted, a promise you initially rolled your eyes at, but soon enough, you found yourself dialing his number the next time around.
after that evening, painting your nails wasn't just about a pretty set anymore. it meant precious time spent with your boyfriend. it was in these simple acts of love that you found solace in, transforming mundane tasks into cherished memories.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — truthfully, you were too intimidated by WOOZI's music ingenuity; that's why it took you so long to admit how it's a lifelong goal of yours to be able to play guitar. actually, you weren't even planning to tell him at all, but you slipped up and accidentally did on one drunken night.
now, here you were in the soft glow of your dimly lit living room, fingers fumbling over the frets and strings of your boyfriend's guitar. you were frankly embarrassed with how little you knew about it — you probably looked more like a toddler learning how to hold a crayon — but woozi's eyes were filled with unwavering patience and determination to help you learn.
he guided your inexperienced fingers to the right positions, his touch reassuring your every move. "you're doing so well," he'd tell you. it was a soft but sure reminder that he will be with you through every chord and unpolished strum.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — as you were grabbing a drink from the fridge, a metaphorical lightbulb appeared on your head. "love," you called out. "how many chickens do you think it would take to bring you down?"
DOKYEOM paused the TV show he was engrossed in, pondering your question. it was like you could almost see the gears turning in his head. after a brief moment, he responded with a smile, "honestly, just five, i think."
"seriously, just five?"
"love, have you seen how aggressive they can get? they're seriously scary," he shuddered at the mere thought of being chased around by chickens.
with a chuckle, you walked over to join him on the couch. he had a delighted look on his face. he loved your questions, and you cherished his willingness to engage with them; whether they were as lighthearted as, "would you rather shoot water from your armpits or fire from your butt?" or as profound as, "where would you be right now if nothing else mattered?"
seokmin's thoughtfulness came naturally to him, further proof to his genuine and kind-hearted nature. it was just one of the many reasons you loved him so much.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — a thing about SEUNGKWAN is that he's always armed with a colorful assortment of band-aids, each of varying sizes. he insists that he had learned to come prepared because of your perpetual clumsiness, often with a shake of his head while muttering, "you should really be more careful." but the whole truth is that he absolutely adores taking care of you; his teasing complains were merely a cover for the affection he feels.
you didn't even realize how often it happened, but tender moments like that had become a treasured routine for the both of you. from having a pink band-aid for a paper cut on your index finger to a star-shaped oversized bandage when you scraped your knee, seungkwan was always ready to swoop in and make you feel better.
in those band-aids, you had found a unique love language; one that combines nurturing and steadfast attentiveness — a love you hold very close to your heart.
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did u see seungkwan's band-aid from yesterday omg
love the new mark fluff sm !! will cool guy smiski have a name like shortcake do? ^^
thank u for loving it! <3 and yes, cool guy will definitely have a name :> all i can say abt it for now is it will also be very sweet (maybe even tart? ;))
of cool guys and part-time jobs
mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 752 words
having a job at a small bookstore was relatively stress-free compared to other part-time jobs you’d had in the past. this particular day was slow; you spent most of your time taking care of incoming shipments and doing inventory, with only a handful of customers coming in occasionally.
you loved days like this because they allowed you to put on some music and just do your thing. as if today couldn't get any more perfect, you and mark were able to squeeze in a lunch date.
mark worked at a café a few blocks away. on lucky days when they weren’t short-staffed, he visited and brought sandwiches and drinks for both of you to share—like today.
currently, you were munching on a caesar salad sub while listening to him rant about a regular who rotated between five different coffee orders and somehow expected them to know which one he was in the mood for during each visit.
“babe, we get hundreds of customers daily! does he think he’s special? why can’t he just—” something caught his eye. “wait, are those minions?”
“huh?” your eyes darted in the direction he was looking. you raised your eyebrows at him, confused about why he’d be distracted by minions.
he stood up, making a beeline toward the area where blind box toys and figures were kept. “oh, they’re not minions,” he said, leaning down to see the display closer. “what are these guys?”
they were smiskis. you walked over to his spot where he continued staring at them. “i can’t believe you cut your story short because of these,” you said, giggling.
“what are they? are they like shortcake?” he reached for one to examine the box closer. “like sonny angels but a different edition? they have similar packaging.”
“they’re smiskis.”
“smith-skis?”
“smiski,” you repeated, dragging the letters for emphasis. “i guess they’re kinda like sonny angels ‘cause they come in blind boxes too.”
“cool, cool, cool.”
“wanna know something cooler?” you asked. he nodded in response, still drawn to the bright yellow boxes. “they glow in the dark.”
“what? really?” his eyes were wide with excitement as if you’d just told him the best news of his life.
“cool, right?” you smiled at his reaction, then started walking back to the desk where you were having lunch.
he jogged to catch up with you. “babe, should we get one? let’s throw shortcake out and swap it with a cool guy.”
“shortcake is a him, not an it."
“can he glow in the dark?”
“he can’t, but so what? he’s cute!” you argued. “you can’t glow in the dark. should i throw you out too?”
“i was joking!” he chuckled, raising his hands in defense. when he saw you trying not to smile while playfully rolling your eyes, he pulled you by the waist and nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck. “baby, don’t throw me out. i’ll be good so you can keep me forever,” he whined.
giggling, you pushed him away playfully. “speaking of throwing you out,” you paused to point at the clock hanging on the wall, “your manager probably will if you don’t leave now.”
“oh shit,” he muttered. “i’ll see you later, okay?” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before gathering his things as fast as he could and making a run for it.
you watched him with a smile as he disappeared from view. after making sure he was gone, you walked back to the smiski display and picked up the box mark was holding earlier.
“shortcake, let’s get you a new friend.”
after your shift at the bookstore, you headed straight to the café where mark worked; he only had fifteen minutes left, so it wasn’t that long of a wait. when he walked through the back door, you immediately held out a small paper bag for him.
“ta-da!”
he quickly made his way to give you a hug. “gift?” he asked when you pulled away to put it in his hands.
“open it, open it!”
when he did, he saw a familiar box. “no way! wait, no, don’t do this to me. dude, no way, you got me a cool guy!”
“yes way, i did!” you laughed. it was like watching a kid on christmas day, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a smile so contagious that it made your cheeks hurt.
“i think i’m gonna cry. i really wanted to get one earlier,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you again. “thank you, baby.”
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a slice of shortcake
── a drabble series on your bite-sized adventures with mark and shortcake, a strawberry Sonny Angel figurine.
mark x reader, college!au, fluff
of make out sessions and perplexed introductions
of good luck charms and presentations
of cool guys and part-time jobs
requests for this drabble series is open. send an ask !
author's note: this series can be read in any order and each part can be read as a stand-alone. (✿ꈍᴗꈍ)
been thinking if i should do a taglist for this series, do send an ask to let me know if you're interested in joining!
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of cool guys and part-time jobs
mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 752 words
having a job at a small bookstore was relatively stress-free compared to other part-time jobs you’d had in the past. this particular day was slow; you spent most of your time taking care of incoming shipments and doing inventory, with only a handful of customers coming in occasionally.
you loved days like this because they allowed you to put on some music and just do your thing. as if today couldn't get any more perfect, you and mark were able to squeeze in a lunch date.
mark worked at a café a few blocks away. on lucky days when they weren’t short-staffed, he visited and brought sandwiches and drinks for both of you to share—like today.
currently, you were munching on a caesar salad sub while listening to him rant about a regular who rotated between five different coffee orders and somehow expected them to know which one he was in the mood for during each visit.
“babe, we get hundreds of customers daily! does he think he’s special? why can’t he just—” something caught his eye. “wait, are those minions?”
“huh?” your eyes darted in the direction he was looking. you raised your eyebrows at him, confused about why he’d be distracted by minions.
he stood up, making a beeline toward the area where blind box toys and figures were kept. “oh, they’re not minions,” he said, leaning down to see the display closer. “what are these guys?”
they were smiskis. you walked over to his spot where he continued staring at them. “i can’t believe you cut your story short because of these,” you said, giggling.
“what are they? are they like shortcake?” he reached for one to examine the box closer. “like sonny angels but a different edition? they have similar packaging.”
“they’re smiskis.”
“smith-skis?”
“smiski,” you repeated, dragging the letters for emphasis. “i guess they’re kinda like sonny angels ‘cause they come in blind boxes too.”
“cool, cool, cool.”
“wanna know something cooler?” you asked. he nodded in response, still drawn to the bright yellow boxes. “they glow in the dark.”
“what? really?” his eyes were wide with excitement as if you’d just told him the best news of his life.
“cool, right?” you smiled at his reaction, then started walking back to the desk where you were having lunch.
he jogged to catch up with you. “babe, should we get one? let’s throw shortcake out and swap it with a cool guy.”
“shortcake is a him, not an it."
“can he glow in the dark?”
“he can’t, but so what? he’s cute!” you argued. “you can’t glow in the dark. should i throw you out too?”
“i was joking!” he chuckled, raising his hands in defense. when he saw you trying not to smile while playfully rolling your eyes, he pulled you by the waist and nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck. “baby, don’t throw me out. i’ll be good so you can keep me forever,” he whined.
giggling, you pushed him away playfully. “speaking of throwing you out,” you paused to point at the clock hanging on the wall, “your manager probably will if you don’t leave now.”
“oh shit,” he muttered. “i’ll see you later, okay?” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before gathering his things as fast as he could and making a run for it.
you watched him with a smile as he disappeared from view. after making sure he was gone, you walked back to the smiski display and picked up the box mark was holding earlier.
“shortcake, let’s get you a new friend.”
after your shift at the bookstore, you headed straight to the café where mark worked; he only had fifteen minutes left, so it wasn’t that long of a wait. when he walked through the back door, you immediately held out a small paper bag for him.
“ta-da!”
he quickly made his way to give you a hug. “gift?” he asked when you pulled away to put it in his hands.
“open it, open it!”
when he did, he saw a familiar box. “no way! wait, no, don’t do this to me. dude, no way, you got me a cool guy!”
“yes way, i did!” you laughed. it was like watching a kid on christmas day, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a smile so contagious that it made your cheeks hurt.
“i think i’m gonna cry. i really wanted to get one earlier,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you again. “thank you, baby.”
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your a slice of shortcake series is honestly soooo cute??!🥹 like you portray mark so well that i can really picture him in my mind. wish i could give you some ideas but i’m not much of a writer myself haha😭
keep them coming pleaseee! yours might be my favorite series of mark fics/drabbles EVER🫶🏻
ahhh, this means a lot! thank you for loving it as much as i love writing it 🥹🫶🏻 i just posted a new part for the series, you can read it here.
of cool guys and part-time jobs
mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 752 words
having a job at a small bookstore was relatively stress-free compared to other part-time jobs you’d had in the past. this particular day was slow; you spent most of your time taking care of incoming shipments and doing inventory, with only a handful of customers coming in occasionally.
you loved days like this because they allowed you to put on some music and just do your thing. as if today couldn't get any more perfect, you and mark were able to squeeze in a lunch date.
mark worked at a café a few blocks away. on lucky days when they weren’t short-staffed, he visited and brought sandwiches and drinks for both of you to share—like today.
currently, you were munching on a caesar salad sub while listening to him rant about a regular who rotated between five different coffee orders and somehow expected them to know which one he was in the mood for during each visit.
“babe, we get hundreds of customers daily! does he think he’s special? why can’t he just—” something caught his eye. “wait, are those minions?”
“huh?” your eyes darted in the direction he was looking. you raised your eyebrows at him, confused about why he’d be distracted by minions.
he stood up, making a beeline toward the area where blind box toys and figures were kept. “oh, they’re not minions,” he said, leaning down to see the display closer. “what are these guys?”
they were smiskis. you walked over to his spot where he continued staring at them. “i can’t believe you cut your story short because of these,” you said, giggling.
“what are they? are they like shortcake?” he reached for one to examine the box closer. “like sonny angels but a different edition? they have similar packaging.”
“they’re smiskis.”
“smith-skis?”
“smiski,” you repeated, dragging the letters for emphasis. “i guess they’re kinda like sonny angels ‘cause they come in blind boxes too.”
“cool, cool, cool.”
“wanna know something cooler?” you asked. he nodded in response, still drawn to the bright yellow boxes. “they glow in the dark.”
“what? really?” his eyes were wide with excitement as if you’d just told him the best news of his life.
“cool, right?” you smiled at his reaction, then started walking back to the desk where you were having lunch.
he jogged to catch up with you. “babe, should we get one? let’s throw shortcake out and swap it with a cool guy.”
“shortcake is a him, not an it."
“can he glow in the dark?”
“he can’t, but so what? he’s cute!” you argued. “you can’t glow in the dark. should i throw you out too?”
“i was joking!” he chuckled, raising his hands in defense. when he saw you trying not to smile while playfully rolling your eyes, he pulled you by the waist and nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck. “baby, don’t throw me out. i’ll be good so you can keep me forever,” he whined.
giggling, you pushed him away playfully. “speaking of throwing you out,” you paused to point at the clock hanging on the wall, “your manager probably will if you don’t leave now.”
“oh shit,” he muttered. “i’ll see you later, okay?” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before gathering his things as fast as he could and making a run for it.
you watched him with a smile as he disappeared from view. after making sure he was gone, you walked back to the smiski display and picked up the box mark was holding earlier.
“shortcake, let’s get you a new friend.”
after your shift at the bookstore, you headed straight to the café where mark worked; he only had fifteen minutes left, so it wasn’t that long of a wait. when he walked through the back door, you immediately held out a small paper bag for him.
“ta-da!”
he quickly made his way to give you a hug. “gift?” he asked when you pulled away to put it in his hands.
“open it, open it!”
when he did, he saw a familiar box. “no way! wait, no, don’t do this to me. dude, no way, you got me a cool guy!”
“yes way, i did!” you laughed. it was like watching a kid on christmas day, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a smile so contagious that it made your cheeks hurt.
“i think i’m gonna cry. i really wanted to get one earlier,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you again. “thank you, baby.”
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kitchen floor picnic
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it, and due to the onslaught of deadlines, everything was in shambles. good thing, you have your boyfriend to weather that cyclone with you.
mingyu x reader, college!au, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k words
in contrast to science, sound traveled faster than light—literally at that very moment.
when MINGYU opened the door to your studio apartment, it was pitch black, and all he could hear were your soft snores and the whirring of the dinky air conditioner. he started walking in blindly, worried about waking you up if he dared to turn on the lights, so he just clutched the paper bag full of groceries and hoped for the best.
his luck seemed to run out within a few seconds, as it wasn't long before he tripped over something hard, making him yelp in pain.
“shit,” he cursed under his breath. when the noise registered, his head immediately snapped in your direction, and he sighed in relief when you remained fast asleep. he kneeled down to clutch the toe he had stubbed and reached for his phone. he fumbled with it before eventually clicking on the torch, realizing he tripped over your bicycle helmet lying haphazardly in the hallway.
she must've tossed it on the floor from exhaustion, he thought, picking it up to hang it on one of the hooks on the wall.
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it. “i might not survive,” you told him at the beginning of the week during an afternoon at the library. “in our next life, remind me never to study architecture. this is torture, i will never put myself through this again,” you groaned dramatically.
he reassured you of everything you were capable of because he knew by now that the theatrics were just a part of your process for acing your classes. if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that you were an exceptional student. that was why he could only chuckle as you spent the next fifteen minutes complaining about your program while also perfectly tracing the pencil marks with ease on the plan you were working on.
which brings MINGYU to his current predicament: he was standing in the middle of your apartment, unsure of what to do next. he turned on the downlights from the kitchen. it was still dark enough to not disturb your sleep, while being bright enough for him to see the current state of your place.
it was a mess—even the word felt like an understatement. it was a category 5 tropical cyclone. there were different drawing and drafting materials scattered everywhere, papers of different sizes covering every flat surface he could see, an unfinished scale model perched on top of your desk, a pile of clothes on your unmade bed (indistinguishable whether clean or dirty), and a bunch of empty energy drink cans and instant ramen cups. lastly, there you were on your loveseat sofa, sleeping soundly in a fetal position because of the drawing tube and t-square at the far end of it.
beep, beep, beep.
kitchen floor picnic
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it, and due to the onslaught of deadlines, everything was in shambles. good thing, you have your boyfriend to weather that cyclone with you.
mingyu x reader, college!au, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k words
in contrast to science, sound traveled faster than light—literally at that very moment.
when MINGYU opened the door to your studio apartment, it was pitch black, and all he could hear were your soft snores and the whirring of the dinky air conditioner. he started walking in blindly, worried about waking you up if he dared to turn on the lights, so he just clutched the paper bag full of groceries and hoped for the best.
his luck seemed to run out within a few seconds, as it wasn't long before he tripped over something hard, making him yelp in pain.
“shit,” he cursed under his breath. when the noise registered, his head immediately snapped in your direction, and he sighed in relief when you remained fast asleep. he kneeled down to clutch the toe he had stubbed and reached for his phone. he fumbled with it before eventually clicking on the torch, realizing he tripped over your bicycle helmet lying haphazardly in the hallway.
she must've tossed it on the floor from exhaustion, he thought, picking it up to hang it on one of the hooks on the wall.
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it. “i might not survive,” you told him at the beginning of the week during an afternoon at the library. “in our next life, remind me never to study architecture. this is torture, i will never put myself through this again,” you groaned dramatically.
he reassured you of everything you were capable of because he knew by now that the theatrics were just a part of your process for acing your classes. if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that you were an exceptional student. that was why he could only chuckle as you spent the next fifteen minutes complaining about your program while also perfectly tracing the pencil marks with ease on the plan you were working on.
which brings MINGYU to his current predicament: he was standing in the middle of your apartment, unsure of what to do next. he turned on the downlights from the kitchen. it was still dark enough to not disturb your sleep, while being bright enough for him to see the current state of your place.
it was a mess—even the word felt like an understatement. it was a category 5 tropical cyclone. there were different drawing and drafting materials scattered everywhere, papers of different sizes covering every flat surface he could see, an unfinished scale model perched on top of your desk, a pile of clothes on your unmade bed (indistinguishable whether clean or dirty), and a bunch of empty energy drink cans and instant ramen cups. lastly, there you were on your loveseat sofa, sleeping soundly in a fetal position because of the drawing tube and t-square at the far end of it.
beep, beep, beep.
kitchen floor picnic
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it, and due to the onslaught of deadlines, everything was in shambles. good thing, you have your boyfriend to weather that cyclone with you.
mingyu x reader, college!au, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k words
in contrast to science, sound traveled faster than light—literally at that very moment.
when MINGYU opened the door to your studio apartment, it was pitch black, and all he could hear were your soft snores and the whirring of the dinky air conditioner. he started walking in blindly, worried about waking you up if he dared to turn on the lights, so he just clutched the paper bag full of groceries and hoped for the best.
his luck seemed to run out within a few seconds, as it wasn't long before he tripped over something hard, making him yelp in pain.
“shit,” he cursed under his breath. when the noise registered, his head immediately snapped in your direction, and he sighed in relief when you remained fast asleep. he kneeled down to clutch the toe he had stubbed and reached for his phone. he fumbled with it before eventually clicking on the torch, realizing he tripped over your bicycle helmet lying haphazardly in the hallway.
she must've tossed it on the floor from exhaustion, he thought, picking it up to hang it on one of the hooks on the wall.
it was finals week, or hell week as you’d affectionately call it. “i might not survive,” you told him at the beginning of the week during an afternoon at the library. “in our next life, remind me never to study architecture. this is torture, i will never put myself through this again,” you groaned dramatically.
he reassured you of everything you were capable of because he knew by now that the theatrics were just a part of your process for acing your classes. if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that you were an exceptional student. that was why he could only chuckle as you spent the next fifteen minutes complaining about your program while also perfectly tracing the pencil marks with ease on the plan you were working on.
which brings MINGYU to his current predicament: he was standing in the middle of your apartment, unsure of what to do next. he turned on the downlights from the kitchen. it was still dark enough to not disturb your sleep, while being bright enough for him to see the current state of your place.
it was a mess—even the word felt like an understatement. it was a category 5 tropical cyclone. there were different drawing and drafting materials scattered everywhere, papers of different sizes covering every flat surface he could see, an unfinished scale model perched on top of your desk, a pile of clothes on your unmade bed (indistinguishable whether clean or dirty), and a bunch of empty energy drink cans and instant ramen cups. lastly, there you were on your loveseat sofa, sleeping soundly in a fetal position because of the drawing tube and t-square at the far end of it.
beep, beep, beep.
pancakes for two
haechan x reader, college!au, fluff, 477 words
"i might have a crush on you."
haechan's sudden confession caught you off guard, causing your fork to clank against the plate. you glanced around the bustling diner to make sure you didn't disturb other patrons — most of whom your fellow students who are either restless from school work, or curing a hangover, or both — and to see if anyone else had overheard what he just said. your wide-eyed gaze locked with his, as he returned it with sincerity in his eyes. you could tell he was nervous because of the way he shifted in his seat across from you.
this quaint diner had become your shared haven. a saturday tradition for the both of you which involved an earl grey tea for you and a cup of coffee for him, two stacks of pancakes with maple syrup, and a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns to share.
for some reason, you still remembered vividly how this tradition came about; it was three years ago, you and haechan were just acquaintances that had a bunch of mutual friends, it had been a long night of drinking punch that tasted suspiciously like gasoline and sprite, and it was even inclusive of the brutal hangover that came after.
three years later, here you were in your regular booth, sitting across from each other like the first morning. you'd only gotten closer with each other over the years and you hadn't stopped coming here since.
"actually, i really do have a crush on you," he repeated, his voice now more resolute and confident. he reached for his coffee, swiftly downing the cup like it was water.
you bit your lip as you tried to come up with a response. "really?" you finally managed, fiddling with the fork on your plate. "because i have a crush on you too." you added with a smile, and both of you burst into fits of giggles.
"we're so cheesy," you remarked between chuckles.
"i know," haechan agreed. the laughter subsided after a moment, but his gaze remained fixed on you. instead of the jitters earlier, he now radiated warmth and beamed at you with a loving smile. "three years of friendship and two years of being together, and i still have the biggest crush on you."
"happy 2nd anniversary, my love," you said. the busy saturday morning chatter in the diner faded into the background as butterflies fluttered inside you — a familiar feeling you had come to know since meeting haechan. in that moment, all you felt was joy and contentment, appreciating the pleasure of sharing your favorite meal with your favorite person. it was a feeling of profound gratitude for the luck, the foul-tasting punch, and the stacks of pancakes that had brought you together.
he reached over across the table to hold your hand. "happy anniversary to us, indeed."
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love in the little things : svt vocal unit
── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.
svt (vocal unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 883 words
hiphop unit | performance unit
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — you entered the room with hesitant steps, feeling like there was a weight of a hundred pairs of eyes watching you. as expected, the class reunion was already in full swing when you arrived. you weren't even looking forward to coming tonight but your friends insisted that you all come. JEONGHAN must've felt your hesitation as you felt his hand on your back, you let out a sigh of relief.
with his hand there, you felt your confidence bloom. it was as though the warmth of his palm released all the tension in your spine and all the knots in your stomach unraveled.
as the night unfolded, laughter and music filled the air and you found yourself more at ease, able to savor the nostalgia with your friends and enjoy the moment. his touch on your skin was like an oath, whispering, "i've got your back." in that promise you found strength and certainty that he, both literally and figuratively, will always be there for you.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — it all began one evening when frustration started to bubble up inside of you after another failed attempt at painting your nails with your non-dominant hand.
"hey, can i help?" JOSHUA's gentle voice cut through your frustration, accompanied by a soft smile.
you looked at him skeptically. "do you know how?"
he shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "no, but I can try."
with a shrug and a chuckle, you handed him the nail polish bottle. the brush looked almost comically small in his hand, but with a surprising level of precision, he began to paint your nails.
since that day, it had become a cherished ritual for the two of you. you found yourselves sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered nail polish bottles, talking about your days in between every soft stroke of color. joshua insisted that you call him whenever you wanted your nails painted, a promise you initially rolled your eyes at, but soon enough, you found yourself dialing his number the next time around.
after that evening, painting your nails wasn't just about a pretty set anymore. it meant precious time spent with your boyfriend. it was in these simple acts of love that you found solace in, transforming mundane tasks into cherished memories.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — truthfully, you were too intimidated by WOOZI's music ingenuity; that's why it took you so long to admit how it's a lifelong goal of yours to be able to play guitar. actually, you weren't even planning to tell him at all, but you slipped up and accidentally did on one drunken night.
now, here you were in the soft glow of your dimly lit living room, fingers fumbling over the frets and strings of your boyfriend's guitar. you were frankly embarrassed with how little you knew about it — you probably looked more like a toddler learning how to hold a crayon — but woozi's eyes were filled with unwavering patience and determination to help you learn.
he guided your inexperienced fingers to the right positions, his touch reassuring your every move. "you're doing so well," he'd tell you. it was a soft but sure reminder that he will be with you through every chord and unpolished strum.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — as you were grabbing a drink from the fridge, a metaphorical lightbulb appeared on your head. "love," you called out. "how many chickens do you think it would take to bring you down?"
SEOKMIN paused the TV show he was engrossed in, pondering your question. it was like you could almost see the gears turning in his head. after a brief moment, he responded with a smile, "honestly, just five, i think."
"seriously, just five?"
"love, have you seen how aggressive they can get? they're seriously scary," he shuddered at the mere thought of being chased around by chickens.
with a chuckle, you walked over to join him on the couch. seokmin had a delighted look on his face. he loved your questions, and you cherished his willingness to engage with them; whether they were as lighthearted as, "would you rather shoot water from your armpits or fire from your butt?" or as profound as, "where would you be right now if nothing else mattered?"
seokmin's thoughtfulness came naturally to him, further proof to his genuine and kind-hearted nature. it was just one of the many reasons you loved him so much.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — a thing about SEUNGKWAN is that he's always armed with a colorful assortment of band-aids, each of varying sizes. he insists that he had learned to come prepared because of your perpetual clumsiness, often with a shake of his head while muttering, "you should really be more careful." but the whole truth is that he absolutely adores taking care of you; his teasing complains were merely a cover for the affection he feels.
you didn't even realize how often it happened, but tender moments like that had become a treasured routine for the both of you. from having a pink band-aid for a paper cut on your index finger to a star-shaped oversized bandages when you scraped your knee, seungkwan was always ready to swoop in and make you feel better.
in those band-aids, you had found a unique love language; one that combines nurturing and steadfast attentiveness — a love you hold very close to your heart.
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pancakes for two
haechan x reader, college!au, fluff, 477 words
"i might have a crush on you."
haechan's sudden confession caught you off guard, causing your fork to clank against the plate. you glanced around the bustling diner to make sure you didn't disturb other patrons — most of whom your fellow students who are either restless from school work, or curing a hangover, or both — and to see if anyone else had overheard what he just said. your wide-eyed gaze locked with his, as he returned it with sincerity in his eyes. you could tell he was nervous because of the way he shifted in his seat across from you.
this quaint diner had become your shared haven. a saturday tradition for the both of you which involved an earl grey tea for you and a cup of coffee for him, two stacks of pancakes with maple syrup, and a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns to share.
for some reason, you still remembered vividly how this tradition came about; it was three years ago, you and haechan were just acquaintances that had a bunch of mutual friends, it had been a long night of drinking punch that tasted suspiciously like gasoline and sprite, and it was even inclusive of the brutal hangover that came after.
three years later, here you were in your regular booth, sitting across from each other like the first morning. you'd only gotten closer with each other over the years and you hadn't stopped coming here since.
"actually, i really do have a crush on you," he repeated, his voice now more resolute and confident. he reached for his coffee, swiftly downing the cup like it was water.
you bit your lip as you tried to come up with a response. "really?" you finally managed, fiddling with the fork on your plate. "because i have a crush on you too." you added with a smile, and both of you burst into fits of giggles.
"we're so cheesy," you remarked between chuckles.
"i know," haechan agreed. the laughter subsided after a moment, but his gaze remained fixed on you. instead of the jitters earlier, he now radiated warmth and beamed at you with a loving smile. "three years of friendship and two years of being together, and i still have the biggest crush on you."
"happy 2nd anniversary, my love," you said. the busy saturday morning chatter in the diner faded into the background as butterflies fluttered inside you — a familiar feeling you had come to know since meeting haechan. in that moment, all you felt was joy and contentment, appreciating the pleasure of sharing your favorite meal with your favorite person. it was a feeling of profound gratitude for the luck, the foul-tasting punch, and the stacks of pancakes that had brought you together.
he reached over across the table to hold your hand. "happy anniversary to us, indeed."
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love in the little things : svt vocal unit
── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.
svt (vocal unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 883 words
hiphop unit | performance unit
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — you entered the room with hesitant steps, feeling like there was a weight of a hundred pairs of eyes watching you. as expected, the class reunion was already in full swing when you arrived. you weren't even looking forward to coming tonight but your friends insisted that you all come. JEONGHAN must've felt your hesitation as you felt his hand on your back, you let out a sigh of relief.
with his hand there, you felt your confidence bloom. it was as though the warmth of his palm released all the tension in your spine and all the knots in your stomach unraveled.
as the night unfolded, laughter and music filled the air and you found yourself more at ease, able to savor the nostalgia with your friends and enjoy the moment. his touch on your skin was like an oath, whispering, "i've got your back." in that promise you found strength and certainty that he, both literally and figuratively, will always be there for you.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — it all began one evening when frustration started to bubble up inside of you after another failed attempt at painting your nails with your non-dominant hand.
"hey, can i help?" JOSHUA's gentle voice cut through your frustration, accompanied by a soft smile.
you looked at him skeptically. "do you know how?"
he shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "no, but I can try."
with a shrug and a chuckle, you handed him the nail polish bottle. the brush looked almost comically small in his hand, but with a surprising level of precision, he began to paint your nails.
since that day, it had become a cherished ritual for the two of you. you found yourselves sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered nail polish bottles, talking about your days in between every soft stroke of color. joshua insisted that you call him whenever you wanted your nails painted, a promise you initially rolled your eyes at, but soon enough, you found yourself dialing his number the next time around.
after that evening, painting your nails wasn't just about a pretty set anymore. it meant precious time spent with your boyfriend. it was in these simple acts of love that you found solace in, transforming mundane tasks into cherished memories.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — truthfully, you were too intimidated by WOOZI's music ingenuity; that's why it took you so long to admit how it's a lifelong goal of yours to be able to play guitar. actually, you weren't even planning to tell him at all, but you slipped up and accidentally did on one drunken night.
now, here you were in the soft glow of your dimly lit living room, fingers fumbling over the frets and strings of your boyfriend's guitar. you were frankly embarrassed with how little you knew about it — you probably looked more like a toddler learning how to hold a crayon — but woozi's eyes were filled with unwavering patience and determination to help you learn.
he guided your inexperienced fingers to the right positions, his touch reassuring your every move. "you're doing so well," he'd tell you. it was a soft but sure reminder that he will be with you through every chord and unpolished strum.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — as you were grabbing a drink from the fridge, a metaphorical lightbulb appeared on your head. "love," you called out. "how many chickens do you think it would take to bring you down?"
DOKYEOM paused the TV show he was engrossed in, pondering your question. it was like you could almost see the gears turning in his head. after a brief moment, he responded with a smile, "honestly, just five, i think."
"seriously, just five?"
"love, have you seen how aggressive they can get? they're seriously scary," he shuddered at the mere thought of being chased around by chickens.
with a chuckle, you walked over to join him on the couch. he had a delighted look on his face. he loved your questions, and you cherished his willingness to engage with them; whether they were as lighthearted as, "would you rather shoot water from your armpits or fire from your butt?" or as profound as, "where would you be right now if nothing else mattered?"
seokmin's thoughtfulness came naturally to him, further proof to his genuine and kind-hearted nature. it was just one of the many reasons you loved him so much.
꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — a thing about SEUNGKWAN is that he's always armed with a colorful assortment of band-aids, each of varying sizes. he insists that he had learned to come prepared because of your perpetual clumsiness, often with a shake of his head while muttering, "you should really be more careful." but the whole truth is that he absolutely adores taking care of you; his teasing complains were merely a cover for the affection he feels.
you didn't even realize how often it happened, but tender moments like that had become a treasured routine for the both of you. from having a pink band-aid for a paper cut on your index finger to a star-shaped oversized bandage when you scraped your knee, seungkwan was always ready to swoop in and make you feel better.
in those band-aids, you had found a unique love language; one that combines nurturing and steadfast attentiveness — a love you hold very close to your heart.
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love in the little things : svt hip-hop unit
── sometimes the actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.
svt (hiphop unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 642 words
vocal unit | performance unit
꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — there's a sense of calmness that SEUNGCHEOL feels when he drives around with you right by his side. whether it's the daily commute to work or a night out with your friends, he insists on being the one to take you there. "i find peace in it," he said one time when you asked him about it.
and sure, the experience of driving beside him is a joy in its own right, but what tugs at your heartstrings the most is his steadfast commitment to punctuality. you had mentioned to him once how being made to wait on your own makes you anxious; he understood this unease, that's why he never lets you experience that anxiety. it washes you with relief and comfort to see him patiently waiting for you when you get out the door.
꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — like the pitter-patter of the raindrops, it became a pattern on countless occasions already. it was instinct for WONWOO that every time it rained; he would subtly shift the umbrella he was holding up for the both you, so that you would get more than enough shade to keep you dry.
whether it was a drizzle or a downpour, he would position the umbrella at an angle just to give you more shelter. every now and then, he would even steal glances at you to make sure you were comfortable, without a care for the rain-soaked shirt clinging to his arm. it was a gesture he never talked about and never seem to have to think twice about — his tiny habit that means so much to you.
in the midst of the rain, wonwoo never fails to wrap you up in the most beautiful kind of warmth.
꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — with his wholehearted belief that what's his is yours, MINGYU loves to give you the best bites of every food he eats. initially, you thought it was just a simple act of sharing, which was already sweet in itself. yet, during a cozy movie night at his place, the realization hit as you both were enjoying a bag of gummy bears. it dawned on you that he had been actively avoiding your favorite colors, making sure that you had them all to yourself.
since that moment, you grew more aware of it: the cheesiest slice of pizza, the fudgiest corner of a brownie, the juiciest chicken drumsticks, the scoop of ice cream with the largest chunk of cookie dough, and the portion of the corn dog with the perfect cheese-to-dough ratio, among many others. his smile that radiates joy and fulfillment every time he does it — a wordless testament to his love for you.
꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — you smiled as soon as you saw VERNON's name flash on your phone screen. though you never know what to expect, it was a familiar occurrence in your day-to-day — his penchant for sending you the most random texts in the most random times throughout the day.
"look what i just saw that reminded me of you!" one of them read, it was then followed by a picture of puddle in the shape of a heart. this has become a delightful routine that never ceases to make your heart jump every time you feel your phone vibrate, notifying you of a new message. but it doesn't stop with images of heart-shaped objects; he sends factoids ("did you know that honey never spoils?"), casual updates of what he's up to ("babe i spilled water on myself and now i look like i peed my pants"), little reminders for you ("don't forget to eat today okay?"), and your favorite of all, his tiny confessions of love ("i love you and i can't wait to see you later!").
the spontaneity of it is what you loved about it. the thought that during arbitrary moments in his day, his thoughts are filled with you.
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