synopsis. the hyung lines green and red flags, this request explains it pretty well
wc. 2.2k
tags. hyung line x fem!reader, headcannons, fluff, the only real fighting part is martin and r, pet names (baby, babe, ma), not proofread. there might be more but it is late and i just want to get this out
note. omg this was soo hard. like thes boys do not have red flags so i was having to my reader freak about abt small things 😭 but on to the bigger topic - my debut fic(?) 🎉🎉!! party at my place at 10 to celebrate. also requests are open so you should totally request 👀👀 anyway… enjoy!
now playing :: REDRED by cortis
bf!james who would rather have a flop album than see you mad ever, especially at him.
“Baby!” You whined. James had stayed late at the studio and missed your date night for the third time in a row. “You missed our date night. Again!”
There was a stark difference between you and James. You were all dolled up - hair curled, makeup applied perfectly, the black dress James loved hugging all your curves - and his outfit could only be described as someone who hasn’t left the house, or studio for that matter, in three days.
“Babe, I know I’m so sorry.” James looked up at you from his chair. He had reached out to place his hands on your hips, but you jerked away from his touch. He placed his hands awkwardly on his thighs. “I’ve been so caught up in the comeback, that I’ve completely forgot.”
“You said that the first two times.”
“And it was true those times too.”
You let out a long huff as you started to pace back and forth in the studio. “James, you just don’t understand! I have been busy with university, but I didn’t forget, did I?”
“Babe, I know. There really is no excuse for me to keep forgetting.” He tracked you with his brown eyes as you walked back forth. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, causing you to stop your pacing in front of him. “Tomorrow night, that fancy Italian restaurant you like, this same dress, and me this time. We are going to make up for the past three missed dates.”
“Promise?” You looked down at him in the chair. You could see in his eyes he really meant it.
James stuck his pinky finger out and you interlocked yours with it. “Promise.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. James always had that affect on you - making you laugh during a serious time with his child-like antics.
“C’mere.” James pulled you into his lap. “Listen to this beat I just made.”
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bf!james
who loves telling stories about you, but doesn’t realize that what is funny to him is embarrassing to you.
“And then, and then,” James said in between gasps of air. “She fell backwards off the chair!”
All the boys burst into laughter. James was telling an embarrassing story about you to the boys, even though you had already asked him to stop.
“Noona, did this really happen?” Keonho said between wheezes. Your face turned bright red as you looked at your lap.
You were sitting by James one the couch, his arm draped on your shoulders. You didn’t think the story was very funny and you told James that, but he didn’t listen.
“I think I am going to go to bed.” You stood up abruptly, all the laughing stopped.
“Babe, it’s only 8:00. Are you that tired?”
“Yeah, it’s been a long day.”
James pulled you down to give you a kiss, but you turned your face last minute, letting his lips fall on your cheek instead. “Okay, goodnight, babe. I love you. I’ll be in bed soon.”
The other four boys started gagging at the kiss.
“Okay, goodnight.” You always said I love you back. To James, the simple goodnight felt almost cold without ‘I love you’.
Before James could question it, you were already walking to your bedroom. He continued with the story, not realizing that it was the reason you left.
Later that night, when James crawled into bed beside you, he found you fast asleep with a tear stained face. The look made his heart ache, but he couldn’t place why you were crying in the first place.
The other four boys started gagging at the kiss.
“Okay, goodnight.” You always said I love you back. To James, the simple goodnight felt almost cold without ‘I love you’.
Before James could question it, you were already walking to your bedroom. He continued with the story, not realizing that it was the reason you left.
Later that night, when James crawled into bed beside you, he found you fast asleep with a tear stained face. The look made his heart ache, but he couldn’t place why you were crying in the first place.
bf!juhoon
who always remembers the small things, like that one movie you mentioned once.
Juhoon hadn’t had a day off for what felt like years, even though he had barely been debuted for years. His plan for the day was to just lay around at the dorm with the boys, but they all decided last minute to go on a shopping trip to down town. Juhoon was so sore from practice and his voice was starting to hurt so he told them to go without him. Besides, he had other plans.
You knew it was Juhoon’s day off and, coincidentally, it was yours too. You texted Martin to leave the dorm door unlocked so you could sneak in and surprise Juhoon.
As you neared the door to the dorm, you could hear the faint noise of the tv coming from inside. You quietly opened the door just enough for you to slip in and turned the corner to the living room.
In the living room, you found Juhoon, spread out on the couch in a pair of black sweat pants and white tank top holding a bag of popcorn.
“Juhoon?” You said standing behind the couch. You thought Juhoon was going to have a heart attack.
He jumped up, spilling popcorn all over the couch. “Y/n?!” Juhoon yelped out. “What are you doing here?” He pressed pause on the tv.
“Better question. Why are you watching a k-drama?” You rounded the couch, sitting down next to him. “Let alone ‘Love Untangled’?”
Juhoon was leaning over picking up all the spilt popcorn. “You said it was your favorite the other day. So, I thought I should watch it so we can talk about it.”
“Juhoon, you don’t like romance dramas though.”
“But you do.” Juhoon looked at you, his dark eyes practically melting your heart. He pulled you closer to him and pressed unpause on the show. “Se-ri is about to confess her love to Yun-seok!”
You side eyed him, but decided to hold back what actually happened. He would find out in a minute or two anyway.
bf!juhoon who, whenever he gets stressed, tends to push you away and bottle everything up.
It had been almost a full two days without having a conversation with Juhoon. All you had gotten was a good morning and good night from him. You knew that the comeback was coming up and that it stressed the boys out. Juhoon had a tendency of trying to deal with all of his problems alone, and you knew it more than anyone. Just the thought of him trying to handle the stress made your heart ache.
You didn’t want him to shut you out, again, so you made a plan to try and help him feel a bit better. That’s why you were standing in front of the shelve of chips at the grocery store. Juhoon had at least five different favorite chips, so after standing for at least ten minutes trying to decide which one to get, you threw them all into the cart, moving onto the candy aisle.
After you shopped, you went straight to his dorm. You knocked once. No answer. Again. No answer. Finally, as you raised your hand to knock again, James flung the door open.
“Oh, thank God you’re here. Juhoon hasn’t left our room since we got back from practice. I think the stress is really getting to him.” James moved to the side, making room for you to step in.
“I can tell. That’s why I brought all this.” You kicked your shoes off as you held the grocery bag up for James to see.
You quietly walked to Juhoon and James shared room. There, you found him lying face down in his bed, obviously asleep.
“Jju, baby? I brought you some snacks.” You said softly. Juhoon didn’t even stir.
You set the grocery bag on his desk before you sat down on the edge of his bed. You ran your hands through his dark hair, causing him to roll over.
“Baby?” His eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing here?”
“I brought you some snacks, as a pick me up. I know how stressful preparing for this comeback has been.”
Juhoon sat up, positioning himself against the headboard as you grabbed one of the chip bags. “Here.” You said, opening it for him.
He grabbed the chips. “Thank you, Y/n.” He said between bites.
You scooted closer to him, so that you were sitting right by him. Juhoon set the bag down, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. After a moment you hugged, him back. The hug went for a few minutes, both of you relishing in each other’s warmth.
“Juhoon?” You said, pulling away from him slightly. “Please, promise me you won’t keep shutting me out whenever you’re stressed.”
For a few moments, Juhoon said nothing. He only pulled you back into the hug, inhaling your sweet, vanilla scent.
“I promise.” He finally mumbled into your ear.
This exact scene was something that had happened many times before. You would make Juhoon promise to not shut you out, but that promise would always be broken a few days later. You knew this time wouldn’t be any different.
bf!martin
who has never once complained about you wanting to match outfits. Sometimes it’s even his idea.
You were currently standing in front of the mess called Martin’s closet. Martin insisted that he match with you today. You had on a black pair of baggy jeans, a white tank top, and one of Martin’s maroon zip ups.
Martin appeared behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist as his chin found your shoulder to rest on. “Find anything yet, Ma?”
“I can barely see the ground, Mars. What makes you think I can find anything in this mess.” You leaned into his touch.
“Y/n,” Martin said in a serious tone, turning you around. “I’ve seen your closet before, this is clean compared to that.”
You cracked a smile at Martin’s deadpan tone. “That’s organized chaos. This is just… chaos.”
“Here,” Martin picked up a navy zip up from the floor. “This matches with yours, right? Like it’s the same brand and everything.”
“Is it clean?”
“Smells like it.”
You laughed. “Then yes. I’ll go get you a white tank top and you can just wear those jeans.”
Martin sat down on his bed as he waited for you to come back.
You threw the tank top at him when you did. “Put that on.”
“Okay, bossy.”
“What was that?”
“I said I loved you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
When Martin was finally dressed, you dragged him into the bathroom to take pictures. He pretended to be annoyed, but you knew one of these would be his new phone background by tomorrow.
bf!martin
who is known for his excessive fan service. That same fan service that you don’t like.
You not liking Martins excessive fan service was nothing new. You were okay with the little flirty comments here and there with fans, but, honestly, it got you a bit jealous. You knew it was part of dating an idol, but you felt like Martins always went a bit farther than needed.
Martin knew this too.
“Ma, it’s not even that much! I have to keep fans happy.”
“But you don’t have to do that much! Look.” You pulled out your phone, showing Martin a clip of him telling a delusional fan that the word for ‘pretty girl’ in Korean was her name.
“Oh, yeah because you want me saying those things to you.” Martin rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I would sometimes! You have never said anything like that to me before, but, sure, whenever it’s a random thing let’s say it five times in three minutes.”
“If I said that to you, you would tell me not too.”
“Martin, you’re just not getting it!”
“No, you aren’t! If you were an idol you would understand.”
“No, I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t flirt with a random fan I have to talk to more than my own boyfriend.”
“Y/n, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to say sorry and actually change!”
You didn’t want to cry, but the tears were welling up in your eyes. You knew you seemed like the possessive girlfriend, but it just really bothered you. The way Martin would compliment fans all the time and, sure, he did that to you too, but not to the same extent. It was almost like he tried harder with the fans.
“Ma, I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“Change! That’s all I want!” The tears were slowly starting to fall from your face now. “Please.”
Martin didn’t say anything as he grabbed his car keys and headed towards the door. “We need to take a break from each other for a minute. I’m going on a drive.”
You tried yelling after him, but he was already out the door. Tomorrow morning, you would wake up in his arms and he would apologize. But he wouldn’t stop, you would just ignore it until you couldn’t anymore. Then the cycle would repeat.
summary. you spend valentine's day with your boyfriend juhoon. he sets a whole living room picnic for you!
wc. 522
contains. nonidol!juhoon x fem!reader, pet names, reader crys (happy tears)
tags. fluffffff
notes. woah two in one day 👀 from being inactive for weeks to double posting, mark the day. anyway, this was kind of rushed because its been sitting in my draft for literally ever and i needed to finish it and get it out. so you please like it!!!!! um yeah... bye
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disclaimers. the actions and behavior of the idols in this fic are completely fictional and do not portray them irl
now playing :: cool with you by newjeans
Juhoon had just finished lighting the last candle on the living room coffee table, finishing the elaborate set up he had going on. He went the whole nine yards setting up the living room. Rose petals, candles, sparkling juice since neither of you were 21 yet. Juhoon sat down admiring his setup, while he waited for you to arrive home from uni.
When you finally arrived home, the apartment was dark, with only the candles providing light. You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door, oblivious to everything around you.
“Jju? Why are you sitting in the dark, babe?” The sound of your voice started Juhoon. He jumped up from the couch, dashing over to you.
“Y/n! Your home!” He gently grabbed your wrist dragging you into the dimly lit living room. “Look at everything I set up for us.”
“Oh, Juhoon, you really didn’t need to do all this.” You stood in front of everything, taking it all in.
“No, I know I usually don’t show my love for you, so this is my way of doing it. Since, I don’t really say it that much.” You couldn’t help but start to tear up. “Baby? What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” Juhoon kept his hand on your waist, guiding you towards the couch. You followed, sitting down next to him. Juhoon pulled you into his lap, holding him close.
“No, I love it.” You said as a few tears fell. Usually, Juhoon did small things to make you know he loved you, so for him to set up a picnic in the living room was a really big thing for him to do. You knew he wasn’t a loud lover when you and Juhoon first started dating and, even though you were a very loud lover, you were okay with it. You loved loud enough for the both of you anyway. Juhoon pulled you closer. He knew he wasn’t good at showing his feelings and that this meant a lot to you.
Finally, you finished crying. “Juhoon?”
“Yes, babe?”
“Are we going to have dinner or did I kind of kill the mood?”
Juhoon couldn’t help but laugh. “No, you didn’t kill the mood. Let’s eat c’mon.” He picked you up off his lap and set you down next to him on the couch. “Here,” He handed you a glass of sparkling juice.
“Ooh, very luxurious.” You teased, taking a drink from the glass.
You and Juhoon stayed up for most of the night, not even eating dinner, just talking. Talking about the future, talking about the past, talking about anything that crossed your minds. When you finally ran out of things to talk about you just sat in silence. Sometime during the night, you moved into the bedroom, where Juhoon pulled you close against his chest. He had one arm draped over your waist and the other one tangled in your hair. You could smell his cologne, the musky scent taking over your senses. You were perfectly content laying here for the night. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of a future with him.
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