Prompt: Watch a horror movie together. Requested by @lovehyeonie (but i accidentally posted the req instead of drafting it… SO SORRY..) (wc. 250)
YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN something was wrong when Kenshin insisted on turning on every lamp in the living room before the movie even started.
It was supposed to be a cozy night in—blankets, snacks, the two of you curled together on the couch. But the moment the eerie music of the horror film began, Kenshin stiffened like someone had hit his pause button.
His arm slid around your waist. Then tightened. Then tightened more.
“Kenshin…?” you asked, amused.
He didn’t look at you. Eyes glued to the screen. Voice barely a whisper.
“I’m… fine.”
A jump scare echoed. He shot straight up on the couch.
“OKAY I’M NOT FINE.”
You bit back a laugh. “Baby, you picked this movie.”
“I thought it was psychological horror!” he hissed. “Not— not— ghost-y!”
Another ominous sound drifted through the speakers. Kenshin immediately buried his face in your shoulder.
“Nope. Nope. Nope. Wake me up when it’s over. Actually, don’t. I’ll just live here now. In this exact position.”
You stroked his hair, trying not to smile too hard. “You know, you can look away.”
“I’m looking away with my whole soul,” he said into your shirt. “If I close my eyes any harder, I’ll time travel.”
You snorted, and he lifted his head just enough to glare at you—tiny pout, wide eyes, cheeks faintly red.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he muttered.
“I’m not,” you said, still laughing a little. “You’re just cute.”
He made a wounded noise—half groan, half whine—and collapsed fully into your lap like he was surrendering to fate.
“Comfort me,” he demanded dramatically, grabbing your hand and placing it on his head. “Immediately.”
You pet him slowly, fingers running through his hair. He melted instantly, sinking deeper into you.
A soft scream from the TV echoed.
Kenshin flinched violently. “WHY DO THEY MAKE THESE NOISES—”
You kissed his forehead.
He went quiet.
Soft. Warm.
He grumbles but his red cheeks betray him, and you ket out a snicker.
“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re scared.”
He huffed, snuggling closer. “I’m cute all the time.”
The ghost appears on the screen again.
Kenshin: clings to you like a terrified koala.
You: “Yeah. All the time.”
He squeezed your waist, voice small.
“…next time we watch a comedy.”
And you kissed the top of his head, fingers soothing him as another jump scare rattled the room.
GILLLLL HIHIIII am here to req for cye event !!! would love to read a fic with jang yeojun + prompt 10... i feel like he'd be such a caring person but anyway !! hope u get many many fic reqs mwah
ALL MY POETRY — Jang Yeojun + prompt 10
Prompt: Staying up to watch sunrise. HEYYY AYLIN!! Thanks for the req!! i agree!! Yeojun is such a sweetheart & this was so cute to make!! (wc. 400)
YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED to be awake at that hour. The dorm was silent, thick with the kind of darkness that settles only before dawn. You slipped out of the room carefully, expecting to be the only one wandering the hall at 4AM.
You didn’t expect to find Yeojun already awake—already sitting by the window—wrapped in a blanket with his hair rumpled and eyes soft from sleep.
He looked up as you entered, blinking slowly.
“…you can’t sleep either?”
You shook your head. Yeojun didn’t ask anything more—he simply shifted the blanket so half fell over your shoulders, the motion natural, warm, quiet. You sat beside him on the window bench, knees brushing lightly beneath the shared fabric.
Outside, the sky was still navy, but a faint haze of pale purple lingered on the horizon.
“I sit here sometimes—when I can’t settle,” he murmured, voice hushed in the stillness. “Watching the morning come makes things feel…less stuck.”
You watched him as much as the sky. The reflection of the barely-there light shimmered in his eyes—steady, thoughtful, gentle. It suited him in a way that made your chest feel too warm for the cold hour.
“Do you always watch it alone?” you asked softly.
Yeojun lowered his chin to his knee. “Usually. But…I don’t mind this.”
You didn’t either. The quiet between you fit perfectly—unhurried, not heavy, not searching. Just shared.
Slowly, almost shyly, the sky shifted. The purple deepened, pink bleeding across the clouds in soft strokes—like someone brushing color onto the world by hand.
Yeojun exhaled, breath fogging faintly in the cool air. “There it is.”
You leaned against him without thinking—shoulder to shoulder under the blanket. His warmth was subtle but grounding, like the slow blooming of dawn itself.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
Yeojun looked at you, not the sunrise. “Yeah…it is.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. The sun pushed a golden edge over the horizon, painting your faces in light. Yeojun’s fingers brushed against yours beneath the blanket—hesitant at first—then settling with quiet certainty when you didn’t pull away.
He spoke without looking at you, voice soft as the morning light.
“If you can’t sleep again…wake me. We can watch it together.”
Your heart stuttered the way the light flickered across his cheeks.
“I’d like that,” you said.
He smiled—a small, sleepy, sunrise-soft smile you knew you’d remember long after the sky turned bright.
—HOW DOES IT WORK? request one member + one of the given prompts down below in my inbox and I’ll write a short fic (around 400 words) on it! EVENT IS NOW CLOSED.
request as many as you want, but please be reasonable with the amount! even if you aren’t familiar with CYE, don’t be shy & just drop a req in my inbox as well!! If you wish to add a specific request on top of the prompt, you may but do be respectful and don’t send nsfw prompts.
MEMBERS: Jeon Minwook, Ma Jingxiang, Jang Yeojun, Kim Sungmin, Song Seungho, Sakurada Kenshin, and Seo Kyoungbae
MORE WORKS: navigation | cye!masterlist
PROMPTS:
1. Making them jealous
2. Making midnight snacks
3. Accidentally falling asleep on each other
4. Getting cold
5. I saved you the last piece
6. Helping the other get something off a high shelf
7. Teaching the other how to do something
8. Sharing an umbrella that’s way too small
9. Can’t sleep past midnight
10. Staying up to watch sunrise
11. Writing notes/doodles to each other in the margins of shared notebooks
12. Accidentally switching hoodies and only noticing because they smell like each other
13. Can you hold my stuff? I trust you
14. Accidentally creating a tradition
15. Taking care of each other while sick, but one is a terrible nurse
16. One is the sleepy morning person, the other the chaotic night gremlin
17. Helping the other rehearse lines for a play
18. One is oblivious to flirting, the other gets increasingly dramatic
19. Watch a horror movie together
20. Taking care of each other even when you’re mad
hai!! loved reading minwook's and kyoungbae's could i request yeojun w/ prompt 4
ALL MY POETRY — Jang Yeojun + prompt 4
Prompt: getting cold. Hi!! Thanks you for the req, and thank you for enjoying my other works from the event! I hope you enjoyed this one too ^^ (wc. 380)
YOU HADN’T PPANNED on staying out so late.
The members had invited you to walk with them after practice—just a short trip to the convenience store, nothing dramatic—but the wind had picked up, sharp and biting, and your coat wasn’t nearly enough for the sudden temperature drop.
By the time the group reached the corner, you could feel a shiver roll up your spine.
Yeojun noticed it immediately.
He always did.
You tried to hide it—hunched your shoulders, tucked your hands into your sleeves, pretended the cold wasn’t getting to you—but he slowed his steps until he was walking right beside you.
“You’re cold,” he said quietly.
You blinked and shook your head. “No, I’m fine—”
He gave you one look, soft but unmistakably unconvinced.
“You’re cold,” he repeated, voice firmer in that gentle Yeojun way that never sounded demanding—just true.
Before you could argue, he reached out and tugged the zipper of your coat higher, fingers brushing your collarbone for the briefest moment. The touch was warm. Steady. Careful.
But when another shiver ran through you, Yeojun’s brows drew together.
“…come here.”
You frowned, confused—but he’d already shrugged off his hoodie. Without hesitation, he draped it over your shoulders, adjusting it so it covered you fully. The fabric was warm from his body, soft in a way that made your chest ache.
“Yeojun, you’re going to freeze—”
He shook his head. “I run warm,” he murmured. “And you look like you’re about to turn into ice.”
You couldn’t help it—you laughed.
He smiled at the sound, small and shy, like he was relieved to hear it.
Then, quieter—almost too gentle to catch—
“Let me take care of you.”
You swallowed, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the hoodie.
The others walked ahead, letting the two of you fall behind naturally. Snow began drifting lightly from the dark sky, dusting Yeojun’s hair in tiny white flakes.
He stepped closer, close enough that your arms brushed through layers of fabric, close enough that his warmth seeped into you like a quiet promise.
“Is it better?” he asked.
You nodded. “Much.”
His eyes softened.
“Good,” he whispered. “Stay close.”
And you did—because beside Yeojun, the cold didn’t feel nearly as sharp anymore.
hihi could i request seungho w/ prompt 8? i swear there is no seungho oneshots or fics 😭 thank youu
ALL MY POETRY — Song Seungho + prompt 8
Prompt: Sharing an umbrella that’s way too small. Hi! Thank you for the req 🤍 I totally relate….me when I opened the cye x reader tag and saw NOTHING. lowk the whole # is just me now tho… (also i have another seungho req in the mtl if u wanna check it out!!)
RAIN WASN’T SUPPOSED to fall that afternoon.
The sky had been clear when you arrived at the practice building, but by the time you stepped outside with Seungho, the clouds had burst open in a sudden, relentless downpour. Water splashed against the pavement, cold and loud.
You froze under the awning.
“…Great,” you muttered.
Beside you, Seungho blinked up at the sky, then down at the tiny convenience-store umbrella he held in one hand. It was one of those bright blue collapsible ones that was barely big enough for one person—let alone two.
He sighed softly. “It’s all I had.”
You glanced at the umbrella, then at him. “We can just wait for the rain to stop.”
Seungho shook his head. “It’s not supposed to stop for hours. You’ll freeze.”
Before you could argue, he flicked open the umbrella. The thing looked even smaller once opened—like a child-sized dome of blue fabric.
Then he turned it slightly toward you.
“Come here,” he said gently.
You hesitated. “There’s no way we both fit under that.”
He simply stepped closer, closing the distance until you could feel the warmth of him even through the rain-chilled air.
“We’ll fit,” he murmured. “Just…come closer.”
Your pulse jumped as you stepped under the umbrella. Seungho leaned in immediately, adjusting the angle so you were both tucked beneath the little circle of shelter. His shoulder brushed yours—warm, solid. When the wind shifted, water sprayed your ankle, and he instinctively curved the umbrella even further over your side, pressing you in against him.
“You’re gonna get soaked,” you whispered.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. And then, softer: “I’d rather I get wet than you.”
Your breath caught.
Raindrops pattered loudly around you, but the space under the tiny umbrella was quiet—close enough that you could hear Seungho’s breathing, steady and calm despite the storm.
His fingers brushed yours against his side.
Not accidentally.
Not quite intentionally either.
Just…testing.
You curled your pinky around his.
He stilled—then exhaled, a soft laugh slipping out.
“This umbrella really is too small,” he said.
“Maybe you should’ve brought a bigger one.”
He glanced at you, rain glittering in his lashes.
“Maybe… I like this better.”
You looked up at him, startled.
He tilted the umbrella a little lower, hiding you both deeper inside its small, private world.
“Stay close,” he murmured. “We’ll make it back together.”
hellooo gill! i just remembered that you were doing the cye prompt event thing and that i haven't given a request yet so mine is sungmin and prompt 7! maybe something about something like gaming or skincare? but it's up to you tho, tyy!
ALL MY POETRY — Kim Sungmin + prompt 7
Prompt: Teaching the other how to do something. HEY BABEEE!! Thanks for the req 😗 rlly had fun w making this one so I hope you like it too!!! Also u can lowkey tell i wrote everything in classes n then spam posted it after school LOL (wc. 412)
YOU DIDN’T EXPECT Sungmin to take your comment seriously.
All you’d said—offhandedly, while the two of you sat on the dorm couch—was, “My skin’s been weird lately. I should probably fix my routine.”
You meant it casually.
Sungmin did not take it casually.
He turned his head toward you immediately, studying your face with that gentle, attentive focus he always seemed to have.
“…show me,” he said quietly.
You blinked. “Show you…?”
“Your products,” he clarified, already standing. “Let’s figure out what’s going on.”
You followed him to the bathroom, watching as he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to perform minor surgery. He laid each of your items out neatly on the counter, scanning them with a seriousness that almost made you laugh.
He picked up a toner bottle. “You’re using this every day?”
“…Should I not be?”
“It’s fine,” he said softly, “but not with this.” He lifted your exfoliant with a faint, disapproving squint. “This is too strong for winter.”
You stared. “Oh.”
Then he looked at you—actually looked—and something in his gaze softened.
“Sit,” he murmured.
You obeyed, perching on the closed toilet lid while he dampened a cotton pad. His movements were slow, careful. The room smelled like warm steam and the faint citrus scent of his cleanser.
He stepped closer.
“Close your eyes.” (You can tell i like this phrase)
You did.
And the gentle sweep of toner across your cheek was unexpectedly intimate—soft, cool, precise. Sungmin worked with a quiet concentration, his thumb resting lightly under your chin to steady you.
“You need more moisture,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You run warm, but your skin doesn’t.”
“That’s…good?” you asked uncertainly.
“It’s fixable,” he replied, a small smile flickering. “Hold still.”
He smoothed a cream along your cheekbones, tapping lightly with his fingertips. His touch was warm, almost careful enough to make your heart ache.
When he leaned back, he met your eyes, expression warm with unspoken fondness.
“There,” he said quietly. “Better.”
Your skin tingled—not from the product, but from him.
“…Do you always do this?” you asked softly. “Help people like this?”
“No,” Sungmin answered simply.
Then he added, almost shyly—
“Just you.”
You swallowed, pulse fluttering like a soft secret in your throat.
He wiped his hands, glancing back at you with that gentle smile again.
“If you want,” he murmured, “I can take care of your routine again tomorrow.”
helloo! i must say your cye prompt event was exactly what i needed lets go baby, i was gonna request seungho + prompt 1 but i saw you already wrote that one for kyoungbae *bites nail* i dunno if you write the same prompt for multiple members but if not thats totaly fine because him and prompt 9 also works, maybe reader is staying over at cye dorm but both them and seungho are having trouble falling asleep so they either do something to spend time till they get sleepy or if its only one of them who cant sleep the other tries to put them into sleep while cuddling or something idk im so single!! thank you sm already in case you do that :3
ALL MY POETRY — Song Seungho + prompt 9
Prompt: can’t sleep past midnight. hi!! Thank you for requesting! Yes, it’s totally okay for you to ask for the same prompt but different member, no worries! But since you’ve added more details for prompt 9, I’ll just do that haha (wc. 400)
THE DORM WAS unusually quiet at night.
Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, doors clicked shut, lights dimmed. You lay on the living room futon they’d set up for you, curled beneath a spare blanket that smelled faintly of fabric softener and something warm.
But sleep wouldn’t come.
You shifted. Rolled to your other side. Adjusted the blanket. Closed your eyes. Opened them again.
Nothing.
The shadows on the ceiling seemed too loud. Every tick of the heater clicked like a metronome. After a while, you gave up entirely, letting out a soft sigh into the dark.
A soft rustle sounded down the hallway.
You froze—then relaxed when you saw who appeared.
Seungho.
Hair messy, hoodie thrown on over his pajamas, eyes half-lidded with the same exhausted restlessness you felt.
He blinked when he saw you awake.
“…you can’t sleep either?” he whispered.
You shook your head.
He crossed the room slowly, quietly, like he didn’t want to startle the silence. When he reached the futon, he crouched beside you, one knee sinking gently into the blanket.
“Cold?” he asked softly.
“A little,” you admitted.
He hesitated only a second before lifting the corner of the blanket and slipping under it beside you. The futon dipped with his weight, warm air surrounding you instantly.
“…is this okay?” he murmured.
You nodded, heartbeat steadying.
Seungho lay on his side, facing you. The dim light from the hallway cast soft shadows across his face, making his eyes look warm and gentle.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then he whispered, “Sometimes I stay awake like this. When the dorm’s too quiet. Feels like my mind won’t turn off.”
You exhaled slowly. “Same.”
He hummed softly—low, comforting—and you felt his fingers brush against yours beneath the blanket. Not grabbing. Just touching. Testing.
You turned your hand so your pinkies hooked.
He froze.
Then relaxed, curling his fingers lightly around yours.
“Do you want to stay up together?” he asked, voice barely audible. “Just until it feels easier to sleep?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
His thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “Or…” he said gently, “if you want to try falling asleep, I can… stay with you. Until you do.”
Your chest warmed.
“I’d like that more,” you whispered.
His expression softened—quiet, warm, almost shy. He shifted closer, careful and slow, until his forehead rested lightly against yours.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “I’ll stay right here.”
You did.
His arm slipped around your waist—hesitant, then sure.
Between his warmth, his steady breathing, and the soft weight of him beside you…
Sleep finally came. And Seungho, watching your features soften, let his own eyes close shortly after.
hihi gill 😍 idk anything about cye but for you I'll request minwook w/ prompt 12 bcs he's cute ~ 💕 TY BABE !!!
ALL MY POETRY — Jeon Minwook + prompt 12
PROMPT: Accidentally switching hoodies and only noticing because they smell like each other. HI KIMMI!!! Thanks for the req and I hope you get into cye soon too 😗😗 (wc.400)
YOU DIDN’T NOTICE the hoodie switch until the next morning.
You woke up groggy, late, and colder than usual. In your rush to get ready, you grabbed the hoodie draped over the back of your chair, tugged it on, and headed out the door.
It wasn’t until you tugged the hood over your head—breathing in without thinking—that you froze mid-step.
This… wasn’t your smell.
It was warm.
Clean.
Soft fabric and a whisper of something distinctly boyish beneath the detergent. Nothing familiar to your sweet vanilla perfume. Instead, it was something familiar without you ever having been close enough to Minwook to consciously recognize it.
You looked down.
Your hoodie didn’t have sleeves this long.
Your hoodie didn’t hang heavy at the hem.
Your hoodie didn’t smell like Minwook.
You blinked hard, then groaned into the fabric.
Great.
Somehow, in the chaos of yesterday—everyone piled together on the couch, half-asleep after practice, blankets everywhere—you must’ve tugged on his hoodie instead of yours.
You buried your face into the collar again.
Yep. Definitely his.
A wave of warmth climbed up your neck.
You should return it. Immediately. Right now.
But you didn’t.
You wore it for the whole morning instead, sleeves brushing your knuckles, warmth clinging to your skin in a way that felt… intimate.
By the time you made it to the dorm that afternoon, you had half-convinced yourself you were imagining the scent entirely.
Then Minwook opened the door. He froze when he saw you. His eyes drifted to the hoodie.
Stayed there.
“That’s…” he began, voice quiet. “…mine.”
You tugged at the hem, embarrassed. “Yeah. I’m—sorry. I didn’t notice until I was already outside.”
He stepped closer. Not enough to crowd you—just close enough that the tension stretched thin between you.
“Did you wear it all day?” he asked softly.
Your breath hitched. “I—yeah.”
He nodded once, eyes warm in that careful, Minwook way.
Then he lifted his hand, fingers brushing the cuff of the sleeve—slowly, intentionally, like he was testing something fragile.
“It smells like you now,” he murmured.
Your heartbeat stuttered.
He swallowed, gaze flicking up to meet yours. “Do you want yours back?”
You opened your mouth—then closed it as he stepped aside, revealing your hoodie folded neatly on the table behind him.
He hesitated.
“…Or,” he added, quieter, “we could just trade. For today.”
Your pulse fluttered.
You stepped inside.
“Maybe,” you said, smiling softly, “we can trade again tomorrow too.”
