I enjoy writing a lot and sometimes I have random ideas so I'll post them here, feel free to stick around and read them when you're bored or just looking for an escape to life, yeah? (I mainly write for male characters but if you'd like, you can always request for female characters too)
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a K-pop stan, but even if you don't like that, feel free to explore the non K-pop stuff cuz I'll leave them in separate masterlists.
I'll list down some books I've read and groups I stan so that you can have a vague idea of who I write for:
I've read...
Percy Jackson (+ Heroes of Olympus) (++Trails of Apollo) - by Rick Riordan
Harry Potter - by J.K. Rowling
The Land of Stories - by Chris Colfer
Strangeworlds Travel Agency - L.D. Lapinski
Wings of Fire - by Tui T. Sutherland
Warriors - Erin Hunter
Survivors - Erin Hunter
The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis
(read a bunch more and still expanding but these are the ones I'll consider writing for now)
I stan...
Stray Kids > Bang Chan, Hyunjin, Han, Lee Know
ENHYPEN > Jake, Heeseung
RIIZE > Eunseok, Sohee
NCT WISH > Yushi, Sakuya
TOMORROW BY TOGETHER > Beomgyu, Soobin
(I'll write for all members, of course, I just mentioned my biases so you can get to know me a little better too)
(genuinely pure fluff guys, I wrote it for my friend but I'll leave it here too)
*not proofread, I'll find some time to check it eventually
âJungwon-ie,â you call out for him as you nudge your shoes to the side before bending to pick them up. âIâm home.â
It had been anything but a good day - youâd been fiercely reprimanded after missing a deadline for an important project, but no matter how you tried to explain to them that it happened because of the endless wave of emails after emails, projects due in less than a week, and no matter how hard you toiled, it never subsided.
So here you were, safe at home at last, where you could finally get that hug that youâd needed all day from Jungwon, who was approaching you right now.
âAh, jagiya, youâre finally home,â he replied as he walked towards you, arms outstretched.
He always knows just what I need, you think to yourself as you melt into his warmth.
Nothing beats a hot bath after a long day, and thatâs why Jungwon draws one for you while you put your things down and undress. When you enter the bathroom, the tubâs filled with hot water, with just the smallest bit of steam rising off it. Heâs even placed all your favourite soaps and scents on a stool next to it, with a clean towel hanging off the rack and a rag laid out so you won't slip when coming out of it.
He helps you into it, arm around you, hand on your waist, letting you have your privacy after leaving a peck on your forehead.
Once youâre done washing up, you dry yourself and head outside, where heâs already laid out his warmest hoodie and a pair of shorts. You slip into it, sighing in content as the materials hug your body with the littlest friction.
Heâs not in the room, so you walk out into the kitchen, your clothes and towel in your hands. Dropping them into the laundry basket in the back, you turn to where heâs moving around in front of the stove. A heavenly aroma fills the air, and you sniff dramatically before collapsing into the nearest chair. You know what heâs making, but you ask him anyway, âJungwon, whatâre we having for dinner?â
âHuh?â he says, looking up. When his gaze lands on where youâre situated, he breaks out in amused laughter, leaning against the counter for support. When he turns back to you, heâs still grinning from ear to ear as he answers you, âIâm making ramyeon for you,â he looks a little sheepish at this, and it becomes apparent why when he further explains, âItâs not much, but itâs a little too late for me to make anything more since Iâve eaten as well.â
âAh, youâve already eaten? Thatâs good, what did you have?â
âOh, the boys were over earlier, so we ordered something in.â
âAhh, I see. Did y'all have fun?â
âMm,â he nods, and turns back to turn off the stove. You stand up, reaching up into the cabinet above to retrieve two bowls.
When he sees the extra bowl, he quirks his brow in questioning.
âCome on, youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel like having at least a little.â
A grin splits over his face and he admits, âAh, you know me well.â
The two of you dig in in silence, or so you think, âcause while youâre busy blowing on the noodles to cool them down, Jungwonâs busying his eyes with the task of soaking up every detail of you as you eat.
The rest of the ramyeon is emptied considerably fast, but when you stand up with your bowl in one hand, other hand reaching across for his bowl, a hand lands on your arm, promptly stopping any further actions.
âJagiya, you really think Iâm going to let you clean up while Iâm around?â
You blush, heat pooling in your stomach. âIâm not a baby, Won. I can take care of myself.â
âThatâs right, but I can take care of you too, so donât tire yourself when I can do it. Go to the room and rest, Iâll be there in a moment.â
So you leave reluctantly, but not upset, and make yourself comfortable on your shared bed.
For a while, the only sound was the crisp sound of the turning of pages as you read on and the splash of water against the dishes. Then thereâs the pitter patter of feet moving towards your room, and then heâs suddenly by your side, leaning over to deliver a kiss on your cheek.
He walks over to the other side and climbs into bed beside you before gently pulling the book from your grasp and setting it aside.
âHey!â you protest, but youâre quickly silenced by his lips on yours. Youâve never lost every thought in your head that fast. Itâs probably a record, but you couldnât care any less right now.
Have his lips always been this smooth? a part of you wonders subconsciously. Or warm, and- but your thoughts are once again removed when you feel him pulling you closer towards him while tilting your head up to face him.
âLook at me, jagiya.â
Your eyes fly open and you just know you're turning into a blushing mess beneath him, but how could you not, when heâs so perfect - when heâs Jungwon?
He handles you with care, moving his hand upwards to cup your cheek. The warmth of his body disappears, and you can hear the bed shifting under you as he adjusts himself so heâs right on top of you now, but his lips never leave yours, nor weaken. Instead, your kiss deepens into something more passionate, and fiery.
âAre we going to do something else?â you murmur against him.
âNo,â he laughs as he pulls away to look at you. âUnless thatâs what you want to do,â he continues, smirking teasingly.
âNo!â your blush creeps back. âI mean, not now.â
âThen what do you want to do?â
âJust cuddle,â comes your muffled reply from where youâd buried your face to hide your embarrassment.
He doesnât give you a response immediately, busy inhaling the scent of the shampoo heâd helped you set aside a while ago. âOkay, then, come,â he invites, leaning his head against the pillows on his side.
You shuffle closer to him, but not close enough for him apparently, because he pats the space in between both of you and says, âCome on, come closer.â
You listen to him, but you wish you hadnât because the moment you edge nearer, he slings an arm around you and yanks you right into his chest where you can feel every one of his abdominal muscles, which thus leaves you breathless and your insides full of butterflies.
He bursts into hysterical laughter at the sight of your taken-aback expression and once your body functions come back to you, you figure how to raise your arm and smack him on the shoulder.
âThat wasnât fair,â you huff.
He giggles, rolls you over and pulls you against him so that your backâs against his chest, gentler than before, and kisses your shoulder in apology. But youâve already forgiven him. Itâs the way he holds you, you think.
The way he holds you, as if youâre worth every bit of his heart, as if youâre the only one that exists for him. As if at the end of the day, youâre where his heart lies.
âThank you,â you whisper, giving him a kiss on the cheek when your words fail you. Youâd never known him as the kind to get embarrassed, but he flushes a surprisingly vibrant shade of red, like a strawberry under your touch.
