Request: Hiiiii ^^ I saw your CNU soft boyfriend™️ moodboard and your VIXX dad moodboards and I was wondering if you could possibly merge them and do a CNU dad/husband moodboard please? There aren’t enough CNU or B1A4 stuff, in general, and I really love them! Thank you ^-^ xx
A/N: I definitely see Dongwoo being the gentle giant dad who quietly protects his daughter. A nurturing dad
Request: bitch gimme a "studying in the library with CNU" mb plz <3
A/N: For @jaebummedaf You arrived at the library when it opened first thing that foggy morning. You had the whole library yourselves for the first hour or so and you spent it playing silent tag after you took one of the books he needed to read for a project. After sipping your coffee from the cafe downstairs, the two of you dive into your studies, only being interrupted by the urge to look at each other in the morning light.
What kind of boyfriend would CNU, Tao & Sandeul be?
CNU is more calm and rational, so he would want a balanced relationship. He’d want you to both have your independence, and he could continue just as passionately with his career, but when the two of you are together he would be super sweet and doting~ He’d be really laid back, and he wouldn’t mind spending time doing whatever you’re into ^_^
Tao would be a little more dependent on his girlfriend, I think - he’d want to see her a lot and he’d want a girl who can take care of him somewhat. Still, he’d treat her like a princess and do whatever he could to make her happy. He wouldn’t be afraid of skinship, so expect lots of kisses on the cheek and back hugs ♥
Sandeul is a little ray of sunshine, and that definitely wouldn’t change for his girlfriend! He would do everything possible to make her smile, and when she was in a bad mood, he would even let her laugh at his expense. I also think he’d really love skinship, even in the presence of the other members :)
CNU would want it to be somewhere romantic but probably fairly private - maybe after a date, as he’s dropping you back off at your home. He’d say your name to get your attention, taking your hands or putting your arm around you, and when you looked up into his eyes, he would lean down and give you a quick peck to gauge your reaction. If you reacted positively, he would kiss you again, a bit more softly and intimately~
Im not sure if im proud of this but my best friend said it was good so im trusting her.
Also, this was written in a POV im not use to, so ....yea...
This was requested by Anon.
I know this probably isn't what she wanted but when i started writing It turned out different than i intended
Anon-sshi! Let me know what you think! ok? :D
If you want me to re write it i can~!
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The clock had ticked by five minutes and you still couldn't pull yourself out of you gaze.
Shin Dongwoo was handsome. He was so kind. Somewhat quiet. He never once left you behind. The two of you were inseperable. You'd known him since preschool but it wasn't till he came back from a trip to jeju that you realized things had changed.
You got nervous around him in some situations.
Things he said or things he did made your face go red.
You’d never been like that around him before, so why was it changing now?
"Yah! Minnie! Hello??" A hand waved in front of your face.
"Hmm?" You hummed dreamily.
"Are you coming?"
"What?" You finally pulled myself to the present, seeing his legs in front of me. You moved my eyes up to his face to see him smiling at you..
"I said, are you coming or what?" His amused look made you feel bubbly inside, the way the corner of his lips pulled to one side, a cute little smirk showing his teeth slightly.
"Where to?" you stretched your legs and arms out, in a almost sleepy cat like manner and stood with your bag in hand.
"My house" my stomach flipped. Sure you had been to his house many times, the two of you even shared the same bed when you were younger. But when he started training for a company, you'd rarely even seen him.
"Oh um yeah. Sure. Why though? If you don't mind me asking.."
"Just to hang out. I only get to see you during school anymore, I miss my little Minnie~" He cooed
That hurt. Because he didn't mean it like you wanted him to. Yet still, a blush creeped onto your cheeks and a hoard of butterflies began to flutter in you stomach
"Ahhh~ so cute~" he smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders "Let's go!"
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“Wow, I see not much has changed” He helped slide my jacket off your arms and hung it in the coat closet behind the door.
“Mom hasn't moved much since I’ve moved to the dorm with the boys” He paused, taking in a deep breath.
“after being gone for a couple months to jeju with Jinyoung and manager hyung, She didn't move a thing.” He was right, his room was untouched.
Despite him not living there in almost a year now, His room was exactly how it was when he was in school.
“go on, sit” He gestured toward his bed, Still unmade from this morning.
“You’ve been staying here?”
“Only for a week” I nodded, plopping down on his bed.
“Still just as uncomfortable as i remember it” You giggled, falling until the mattress hit your back.
He laughed from his closet and then made his way over the you.
“May I?” He was asking to sit on the bed next to you in a joking manner. He knew good and well he didn't have to ask.
“I don't know, May you, Sir?” A challenging grinned crossed his lips.
“If you continue, this will mean war, Ma’am.”
“If you wish.”
His weight ducked the bed down more. One leg flung over me, the other with his knee to my thigh.
“Oppa. Dont you dare.” He let out a laugh and went on with his plan. My weakness. Tickles.
“Opppa~ No~ Stahhppppp!” You whined, your gut hurting from laughing. you gathered up the strength to push him off and onto the spot next to me.
“ruuddeeee.” He whispered, catching his breath.
“Youre more playful than usual today” I commented.
After a few seconds, You rolled onto your side, head propped on your elbow and looked down at him.
“You lose Oppa~” You giggled, studying his face. Your hand slowly rose up and lifted his glasses from his face. His eyes never leaving yours.
“Minkyung…” He said it as if it was a question. your fingers traveled from where you had set his glasses, to his hair, down the top of this nose, before you finally reached his top lip.
At that moment every cell in your body shook. You could feel your face grow red. Your head dipped down, letting your bangs cover your eyes. You hand now shaking was taken into his, He pressed his lips to your fingers.
“MinKyung-ahh…” You built up courage and lifted your head, in one swift movement you moved down and pressed your lips to his.
“Saranghae Oppa..” You could feel him smile after that, taking you face in his hands and pulling you down with him.
“Saranghae”
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IM SO SORRY IT SUCKED I SWEAR ILL WRITE YOU A BETTER ONE IF YOU WANT
Summary: A typical cookery lesson breaks out in a food fight.
It was a typical day in your food tech class. Your teacher had set you to work in pairs, which you preferred over working on your own, because working with Shinwoo was always enjoyable.
You had all the fresh ingredients and the recipe out in front of you, the tables were clean and your aprons were tied so as soon as the teacher allowed you to begin, you quickly got to planning what each of you should do, before taking the ingredients you needed to start working. It was faster this way to do separate tasks rather than the two of you working on the same part.
The both of you worked in silence for a while, mixing your own separate things which you would add together later. But as you got further into the lesson you began to run back and forth to do other menial tasks or read over the recipe again.
“How’s it coming along?” You walked over to Shinwoo to inspect his contribution to the dish.
“Ah it’s all going fine, I’d already finished some of the sauces so I’ll cook the meat now.” He smiled at you.
“Okay class, I’m just going to head down to the office for a second, don’t get into too much trouble” The teacher called out before leaving.
You decided to go back and check on your first bowl which you kind of forgot about because of all the other side dishes you had been working on meanwhile, but when you got there clearly someone had been messing around with the food.
“What is this?!” You screamed, pointing to the weird concoction. Shinwoo quickly came rushing over to look over your shoulder at what all the commotion was meanwhile everyone else in the class didn’t really care. “This isn’t supposed to have water in yet!” you fumed while picking up the spoon, proving your point as some of it trickled back into the bowl. Shinwoo looked a little guilty.
“The recipe says-” Shinwoo tried to apologise.
“The recipe said to add it at the end, once we’ve finished all the side dishes!” You lashed your hands out in exasperation, suddenly sending the mixture that was still on the floor flying off and splattering across Shinwoo’s uniform.
The two of you looked to the mess, before you began laughing, but Shinwoo who was less impressed, reached over for the bowl. He got a handful of the mixture and wiped it across your face while you were still lost in laughter. You suddenly stopped laughing as you felt the gloopy liquid cling to your cheek and you let out a gasp, as Shinwoo chuckled.
“Two can play at that game”, you called before grabbing the bowl off him and dumping the rest all over him.
Both of you began grabbing at everything you could find before flinging them at the other, eventually not even checking what it was you picked up and if it was someone else’s food, because you were certainly sure you didn’t have spaghetti in your recipe. You just continued to lunged food at each other then take cover, or running around and shouting ‘Take that!’ in between excessive laughter. Food was flying this way and that way, it was in your hair, on your clothes, up your nose, you could even taste a weird concoction inside your mouth disgustingly enough.
By the end the two of you were both completely a mess of unrecognisable foods splattered across your uniforms, but you were giggling too much to care, even the rest of the class didn’t really care, maybe they just got used to these occurrences with you and Shinwoo now.
“Oops.” You said when your laughs have subsided and you began looking around at the mess.
“We should probably clean up.” Shinwoo took your hand, about to lead you to the cleaning cupboard, but then the door to the classroom opened and in came your teacher, whose face became furious in a flash.
“You two!” She screamed, “What is the meaning of this?”
The two of you looked guiltily towards each other.
“You’re staying behind, wait till your parents hear about this.” She fumed. “Follow me.”
Even though you had ruined your clothes, your hair, the whole room, and your grades, you didn’t mind because at least you got to be with Shinwoo.
Both of you followed behind your teacher, keeping your hands intertwined and giggling every now and then at what had just happened.
Summary: You miss home, so Shinwoo has a surprise in store
You pushed open the door to your apartment, and made your way in into the empty house. You took off your shoes while you slumped your heavy bags to the floor, then closed the front door carefully behind you.
“I’m home.” You called, not surprised when silence was all that greeted you back. You gave a sigh before making your way into the kitchen to grab a snack.
You supposed you had gotten used to not seeing your parents around the house, whether they were cooking, watching television, relaxing after a hard days work or just loitering in various rooms.
You opened the fridge and grabbed whatever looked most appealing, before retreating to the living room, and lazing on the couch. You switched on the television to give some background noise, instead of the eerie quietness as you lost yourself in thought.
It was hard to say you didn’t miss your parents; it has been months since you had seen them, so it would make sense. But you didn’t want to admit that, not when the last time you had seen them, it was the time you had walked out on them.
They had argued with you, telling you your future plans were absurd, they didn’t want you to study in Korea and live with your boyfriend, it was worthless, pointless. They blamed Shinwoo for trying to take their daughter away from them, and putting silly ideas into your head. They didn’t approve of him. And no matter how much you replied with valid points they wouldn’t accept it, their point was final and nothing was changing that. Eventually after weeks of fighting with them you had, had enough. You had screamed you wanted nothing to do with them and you were leaving tonight, they didn’t stop you, and so that night you packed up and left just as you said, without so much as a glance back at the house. You’d move in with someone who actually cared and get an education you always wanted.
But now the consequences were showing. You buried your face into your arms, tying to muffle your sobs. You missed them, you missed them so much, and they probably didn’t want to see your face again.
It was later that night when you heard the sound of the front door, signalling Shinwoo’s return from work. You rushed up from the couch towards the front door, in time to see Shinwoo taking off his shoes. A smile filled your features and you ran up to hug him, finally glad you were no longer alone. “Welcome home.” You whispered into his chest.
He held you back tightly, and chuckled. “I missed you.”
You pulled away reluctantly; you couldn’t stand in the doorway forever.
“How was practise?” You asked as you normally did.
“Baro and Gongchan were overly loud while Sandeul messed around and stopped listening, so Jinyoung was getting stressed.” He shrugged. “The usual.” He replied before heading to the kitchen, with you following close behind. “What would you like to eat tonight?” Shinwoo questioned, once he reached the fridge.
“Mmm, actually-” You began, asking Shinwoo if you could have a meal that your parents always used to make for you. Shinwoo smiled and said that was okay it sounded delicious.
As you were making dinner together, Shinwoo couldn’t help but notice you seemed very distant, often just humming along to what he was telling you, and when he asked about your day, you answered quickly, not really going into details. Eventually a silence washed over the both of you as the conversation ended.
So you found yourself lost in thought again, and paid little attention to making the meal which resulted in you cutting yourself with the sharp knife, you let out a gasp of pain, dropping the knife as a reflex and making the metal shatter on the floor.
Shinwoo abruptly turned to you, coming closer to exam the bleeding cut on your finger, it wasn’t too bad so all he needed to do was go to the sink and get a damp cloth to clean it. “Be more careful next time.” He joked.
But you just kept your gaze away from him. “Mother always said that too.” You whispered but Shinwoo caught it and decided not to pester.
You continued the meal together, and when it was finally done you sat together to eat it. It was tasty, but it wasn’t as delicious as how you remembered it was when your family made it.
It was when you were sat on the couch in each other’s arms, the worry had eaten at Shinwoo and he finally decided to ask. “Is everything okay?”
“I guess... I miss home.” You spoke, and then shifted your position, trying to cuddle closer to your boyfriend, and not let the loneliness capture you once again.
He wrapped a secure arm around you, “You’ve been here a while...” he spoke understandingly, rubbing smooth circles into your back. You sat in each other’s hold for the rest of the day, trying to ignore your feelings of loneliness and enjoy being with Shinwoo.
But weeks passed and the feelings never went away, they continued to pester you to the point of crying each day. You wanted to phone up your parents, even if it was just to hear their voice it would have made you feel a ton better, but when you tried it rang out and no one picked up, and by the end of the day you had spent a fortune trying to call overseas, it was a waste. Another problem was that because of your studies you couldn’t just take time off to travel back and see them. You were stuck, and had given up, trying to get on with everyday life once again.
But one day when you returned home, tired as usual, there was a suspicious change. The hallway you were stood in didn’t look like yours; you even had to do a double take to see if you entered the wrong apartment. When you confirmed you were in the correct house you carefully tugged off your shoes and placed you bag next to them.
“Shinwoo?” You called out. “Shinwoo are you there?”
As you walked through the oddly familiar hall, you peered at one of the pictures that was now hanging on the wall, and were instantly shocked when it was one that used to hang in your old house entrance.
Then it hit you, the hallway was decorated just as your parent’s house was, that’s why it seemed so familiar. Everything was placed just as you remembered, and even the objects and furniture looked the same.
You stopped for a minute and took a deep breath. Were you going insane? You tried to shake yourself awake before you crept towards the living room wondering if it was the same in there.
Suddenly a loud ‘pop’ was heard and colourful streamers were littering down on you, you blinked your eyes a few times, unable to comprehend the sight. There was your mother and father with your boyfriend right in front of you. You had to be dreaming right?
“Wh-” You tried to speak but your mother ran up to hug you, with your father alongside her.
“We’ve missed you so much sweetie.” She spoke, and you just held her tightly back, making sure she was real and this was actually happening.
“I-I missed you too.” You replied, while she kissed your cheek, and then pulled away with a huge content smile as she looked you over, checking to see how much you had grown. That was when your father came over too with a big smile, then placed his hand on your shoulder comfortingly.
“What are you doing here?” You suddenly asked, breaking the moment, you gaze also flickered to Shinwoo who was standing back, watching the reunion from a distance. “I-I thought you didn’t approve of this? I thought you wouldn’t forgive me... I thought you never wanted to see me agai-” You started to sob before you mother cut you off, taking your face into her hold and wiping your tears.
“Dear, we were wrong to try stop you from pursuing your dream, we should have listened to you, because we just want whatever makes you happy, and if this makes you happy we don’t mind.” She reassured. “You’re too good of a daughter to lose.” You gave a wavering smile at your mother’s sweet words.
“And what about Shinwoo, I thought you didn’t approve of him either?” You asked, with eyes still red and puffy but no longer crying.
You dad let out a cough as though to remind you he was still there. “Shinwoo was the one who brought us over actually.”
“What?” You exclaimed.
“He called us up and told us how you were feeling so he invited us over, telling us he wanted nothing more than for you to be happy.” You dad explained, and you just looked at Shinwoo who gave you a sheepish smile.
“Anything for you.” Shinwoo spoke afterwards.
“Thank you Woo.” You smiled. “But what about the hallway and-” You quickly glanced around the room. “-This room? Why is it all decorated like our old house?” You questioned.
“Shinwoo said he wanted to do it so you’d feel more at home.” You mother answered. “He brought over some friends, and we all did it together before you’d get back from school.”
That was when you ran over to Shinwoo and gave him the biggest hug you could muster. It still felt unbelievable, and you were so amazed that Shinwoo could perform a miracle like this for you. You were forever grateful. “Thank you so much Shinwoo. I love you.” You whispered to him.
“It isn’t too cheesy is it?” He chuckled back.
“On a scale of one to ten, it’s probably like a twenty-three.” You giggled “So basically, yeah it’s really cheesy, but I love it anyway.”
Shinwoo smirked and you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck, not even caring your parents were right behind you.
“Alright you two,” Your dad called to get your attention before you got too frisky. “Let’s make dinner together.”
You pulled away from Shinwoo with a chuckle, sliding your hands down to enclose around Shinwoo’s hand, before following your parents out into the kitchen, dragging Shinwoo along with you.
You mum asked what you wanted to eat and you answered quickly, the same meal you had tried to make with Shinwoo. You all prepared it together, laughing and joking around, and this time it tasted just as you remembered it.