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Solitude by @sxcret-garden
Keonhee x fem!reader (wc - 3.2k)
friends to fwb(ish), pining
- smut
It’s when his love interest suddenly begins to distance herself that your close friend Keonhee finds himself feeling unbearably lonely. You decide to visit him eventually, and that visit turns out quite different from what you had expected.
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Passing Reflections by @eternalmingki
Hwanwoong x fem!reader (wc - 2.2k)
time travel AU, royal AU
- fluff, angst(ishú
your life has been one mishap after another. you had once accidentally stumbled across this mirror that allowed you to travel. to another world or another time, you weren’t too sure. but either way, you were happy while you were there. now, after having been away for more than a year, you were aching to see your prince and his brothers once more.
Maybe people in the arts industry had a different way of communicating, but you were glad when you found someone who seemed to understand you.
♥ Characters: museum curator!Leedo (mentioned as Gunhak here) x fashion historian!reader/you
♥ Genre: fluff, slice of life
♥ Words: 2.2k
♥ A/N: Dedicated to @dat-town because two of her weaknesses are arts and Leedo, so I had to combine these two. *-* Congratulations on graduating and surviving your masters with that hell of a department! I’m so proud of you and wish you all the best in the future! Love you looooooooots! 💖
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You didn’t know what to expect from this particular exhibition because it would be a blessing for your research if it could be of any help, but if it turned out to be a disappointment, then you had gotten your hopes up for nothing. As a fashion historian, it wasn’t easy to have exhibitions that focused as much on your field of work as for a general historian even though clothes were usually displayed for such exhibitions. So to have a whole one dedicated to the era you had been researching for in the past month seemed like a gift by fate, destiny or however you wanted to call it.
Excited, you made your way to the RBW Gallery, one of the newer artsy sights around, hopeful that you might be able to get more in touch with your research topic, and maybe you could ask someone who was working there how they had managed to gather the information they had presented. You weren’t sure how such things worked, but at least you wanted to give it a try.
Thankfully, the exhibition itself was even better than you had imagined. There were a lot of interactive elements that would attract kids to try out different things or even just average people who didn’t know a lot about arts but wished to get involved. The descriptions beside the art pieces were also written well; professional vocabulary backed up by explanations, so that everyone would know and understand what they could see in front of their eyes. You were focused on each and every piece, and your enthusiasm didn’t die out by the end either, that’s just how good it was.
As you reached the end of the exhibition, you walked up to the young man who was the most staff-looking there (the lady reading a book in the corner didn’t seem like someone who did more than to supervise the peace of the room), hoping that he could help you with your queries. Even though he looked like more of a bodyguard with his tall, muscular build and broad shoulders, judged by the name tag attached to his beige knitted sweater, you had managed to find just the right person.
“Good morning!” You greeted him enthusiastically, bowing to show your respect. As you straightened your back, you looked up at him again, and you were glad to see a polite smile playing along his lips. He looked a bit closed-off and rigid otherwise, but the moment his lips curled upwards, he seemed a lot softer. Well, not that it would have mattered anyways, it was just nice to see another side of him so quickly.
“Good morning! How can I help you?” he inquired in a rather raspy voice that oddly matched his more mature, manly features.
“Are you the curator, right? Mr Kim?” You blinked at him, hopeful. Kim Gunhak was said to be the museum curator based on the leaflet you had been given when you had entered the RBW Gallery, and his name tag said the same, so it must have been him.
“Yes, that’s me,” he confirmed, a bit of curiosity lacing his words. You had to admit you had expected an elderly man instead of him, but it was lovely that such a young man was taking over this position. You were already quite impressed by him.
Yet, you weren’t there to waste his time by pondering over such things anyway, so you quickly introduced yourself and told him about your job and how you had been researching for the clothing style of Koreans during the era they had showcased in this exhibition. His eyes lit up when he realized that you were someone who would know what to look for in art pieces, and the sight warmed your heart.
“Oh really?” he asked back, making you blush a bit. Usually, people didn’t think too much of your profession, but he seemed to appreciate it, and you were really thankful for that. “How did you enjoy our exhibition?”
“It was so fascinating, and I liked the modern elements that you put in there for those who are not that interested in arts but they would still like to enjoy it. Oh, and I also really liked that you’ve shown that they use certain clothing pieces from that era in modern-day hanboks and even stage outfits for idols. It was really interesting,” you let him know under one breath, and when you finally took in a deep breath, you let out a bit of a giggle when you exhaled next. “Gosh, I’m blabbering so much,” you admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear to hide your embarrassment, probably to no avail.
Mr Kim smiled at you even brighter, and you swore he looked incredibly soft when he was smiling. It was a silky, tender smile, the kind that blooms flowers and invites sunshine onto a cloudy sky. It reminded you of cosy nights with a cup of tea in winter, fireworks going off in the night sky during summer, leaves creating a runway of the whole colour palette in autumn and the air being filled with the sweet fragrances of blooming flowers in spring.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed it so much, and that it could live up to your expectations,” he explained his newfound delight, putting your mind at ease.
“I was just wondering if you could maybe help me with my research a bit. I mean, I’m not asking you to do it instead of me, of course. But maybe we could have a chat about this particular era and share the knowledge, so that I could be more confident in what I’m writing about,” you suggested enthusiastically, and you were yet again talking too fast and too much. A bad habit of yours when you were both embarrassed and excited.
Mr.Kim didn’t seem to mind though. He looked at you just as politely as before, and his eyes shone fondly.
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind,” he gave in and handed you a business card of his for a more convenient and smoother way of communication in the future. You promised him that you would contact him and arrange a time way before it would take place, so he could prepare and see how it fits into his schedule, then you left with a wide smile on your face and some newfound hope for the next meeting with him.
You had managed to decide on a suitable time pretty fast, so only a week later, you knocked on the door of his office at the gallery, balancing the cup tray with your other hand that you had been given for the two servings of coffee you had bought. When he opened the door, you smiled at him widely.
“Hi, Mr Kim!” You greeted him zealously, noting that he was very handsome still even though he wore a casual black formal shirt and navy-blue jeans.
“Hello! Please, come in,” he beckoned as he stepped sideways to give you more space to walk into his office. While you were doing so, he remarked: “And Gunhak is fine. I guess we don’t have that much of an age difference,” he noted, and so when you discussed what year you had been born in, you had to realize that he was right. So you agreed on calling him informally because you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, not in any way.
He offered you a seat which you thanked kindly, and as you put down the tray of the two coffee mugs onto the table, you caught sight of a tray with a teapot, two cups and further cups that were filled with honey, sugar and lemon juice. He noticed the drinks at the same time, and you didn’t know which one of you was more embarrassed.
“Oh sorry, I’ve just bought some coffee because I didn’t want to come empty-handed,” you justified, feeling a bit guilty. However, Gunhak waved off your apologies, and let a coy smile appear on his lips.
“It’s fine. I’ve also wanted to prepare something for you, so I hope you like green tea.”
“I do.” You nodded immediately, and you were 100% honest. Even though it would have been very awkward if you had hated tea, but you hadn’t said that you liked green tea just so that he wouldn’t feel burdened by his own kind gesture, it was the actual truth. Thank god it was though! “And do you like coffee?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll drink it well, don’t worry. We can always re-heat the drinks,” he pointed out reasonably, and you had to give it to him that he was absolutely right. Not to mention that his remark could definitely put an end to this awkwardness in the air, so you nodded with a smile, thankful that he knew how to solve the sudden tension.
After settling on the first drink you would have, Gunhak started with a few questions about your research, hoping to hear about it in detail. You provided him with some papers and the draft of your half-written research article, so that he could have a look at it including your bibliography and other resources. Then, he went on to talk about how he had found all the information for the exhibition, and somewhere along the way, the conversation sparked new ideas in you, details that you could try to find more on, possible future research topics that could relate to this one yet they could stand on their own just as well, and so many more thoughts and connections than you would have thought so before.
Gunhak knew a lot about the lifestyle of people during the said era, historical events, traditions and values that could indicate why they had needed to or chosen to dress the way they had done so. He was particularly resourceful, backing up what he said with information, and the way he spoke was eloquent and patient - as if he was talking to someone who wouldn’t care about arts, but he would try his best to make it seem like something fascinating. You had to admit that it had been a long time since you could have talked to someone so sophisticated, and it felt so good. As if you had been understood by someone for your enthusiasm and knowledge, it was also very rewarding.
Nevertheless, your eyes sometimes stayed on Gunhak’s features a bit more than it was necessary because you just couldn’t believe that he seemed like an ice prince, but he was actually one of the most warmhearted people you’ve known, and his words were always gentle and considerate. His smiles might not have been that frequent when he was seriously discussing a historical event in detail, but it made those times even more worth it when his lips curled upwards.
Coffee cups empty, the pot of tea also finished, you only realized how much time had passed by when it was getting dark outside, and Gunhak had to turn on the lights for you to be able to see the pages in front of you more properly.
“I should go now. It’s getting late,” you commented, looking around a bit nervously, and you were ready for him to bid his goodbye, but you were in for a surprise when he mentioned:
“There’s one more thing I would like to show you, so if you aren’t in a hurry, you can stay.”
“Y-yeah, sure, I’m not going anywhere after this,” you stuttered a bit, sudden shyness taking hold of you. You were sure that you were also blushing a bit, but how couldn’t you when he smiled at you as if he had been happy that you would stay more?
“Yet, since it’s close to dinner time, how about we order something?” he suggested after looking at the clock on the wall. When he looked back at you, you nodded, your smile saying more than anything else could in that moment.
So you indeed stayed for a bit more, and when dinner arrived, you let go of the research topic, and you talked about everything that came to your mind. He talked about his little brother (and even showed you pictures, melting your heart even more!) and how he had wanted to become a teacher, and you talked about how you had found your path to fashion history, and how it was living with three other girls in a shared flat. Gunhak was a lot more loosened up when he wasn’t talking about something his profession was related to, but you were the same, so you could understand him.
And somewhere in between those warm smiles, that mutual understanding towards each other’s enthusiasm and the hearts that were beating for the same kind of passion, something was being created as if it had been an invisible work of art, something that everyone experienced but in different doses and different ways: the art of love.
Request: Can i request something with dad! Leedo? I have a baby fever because of him fjdkieje
Pairing: Kim Gunhak x Reader
Genre: Parent AU!, Fluff
WC: 1K+
A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I worked his birthday into this request! Also I used the term ‘Nini’ instead of ‘Mama’ or ‘Papa’ for the reader so that I could keep it gender neutral, so I hope that’s okay.
“Nini, Nini! Seungha says that Papa won’t like my birthday gift!!” The shrill screams of your 6 year old echoed through your small home. The sound of her small yet swift footsteps rang in your ears as she ran to the kitchen where you were located.
A sigh left your lips as you stood from your hunched position over the cake, that you would still have been decorating if not for your fighting daughters. Setting down the piping bag full of frosting, you turned to face the young girl. Junha had come clutching a crayon drawing of her father with a giant tub of Rainbow sherbet ice cream. It wasn’t like a masterpiece, considering she was just 6 but it was adorable. As soon as you were going to question her about it, your elder daughter entered the kitchen. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was pouting, as if she were the one who had gotten her feelings hurt.
“I didn’t say that! I said Papa would want the ice cream to eat, not a drawing of the ice cream!” She exclaimed angrily to her younger sibling. Stomping her tiny foot on the ground in frustration, whether it was from being told on or from her sister misunderstanding her, you weren’t exactly sure. Seungha was 3 years older than Junha and was still a bit upset at not being an only child anymore.
You shook your head softly at the two girls, before kneeling down in front of them. “Well, I know for a fact that your papa will love anything you give him,” You reassured Junha, ruffling her hair a bit to make her laugh. Then you turned your attention to Seungha. “And Papa does have his favorite ice cream in the freezer. Next time why don’t you try to see if Junha wants him along with her drawing okay?” You offered a smile to your, still pouting, 9 year old.
“Now go get dressed, you two, Papa will be home any minute!”
The two gasped, Junha almost dropped her drawing as she grabbed her elder sister by the forearm and began dragging her back to their shared room. “Seungie! We gotsta hurry! Papa is almost home!” She exclaimed, ignoring her sister’s complaints about being dragged through the house. Despite her complaining, Seungha followed along after her.
Laughing at their antics, you turned back to finish the last few flowers on your husband’s cake. It wasn’t anything special, just a plain chocolate cake with white buttercream frosting with little blue frosting flowers on it, but you thought you did pretty good considering you had decided to make everything from scratch. It wasn’t your first from scratch cake, but it had definitely been a while since your last one.
The sound of the front door unlocking had you scrambling to hide the cake, you hadn’t really thought that far ahead. You had been hoping to get done with the cake long before he got home, but alas when you have kids nothing about time works out the way you want it to.
So you quickly threw the piping bag into the fridge (which wasn’t the proper way for you to store it but you didn’t have time), following that you threw all of the utensils you had dirtied into the sink and slid back to stand directly in front of the cake right as your husband made his way into the kitchen.
“Gunhak! Honey you’re home early.” You exclaimed, hoping that he didn’t see the cake behind you. You weren’t having a...surprise party per se, but you still wanted the cake to be presented properly. “I thought you and the guys were going to go out for lunch to celebrate?”
He advanced towards you, obviously just to greet you as he normally would. But because of the cake hiding behind you, you instinctively tensed. Causing him to stop a foot or so away from you and raise a brow in confusion. You flashed him a small, rather nervous smile.
“What did you do?”
Before you had to answer his question, Junha dashed into the room, her favorite blue dress had thankfully been zipped up but the ribbon that would tie around her waist hung limply from where it had been sewn onto the dress, and slammed herself into Gunhak’s legs.
“Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa!” She shrieked, her arms wrapped tightly around his legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at her hair. She had obviously tried to put it up in pigtails but they were not anywhere near straight or even.
Once again Seungha trailed not far behind, yelling about how Junha was hogging their father. She grabbed Gunhak by the wrist on the opposite side that Junha had attached herself to, and began pulling. She was definitely a lot more put together than her sister was. What with her little pink jumper and overall dress and her hair up in a high ponytail, it was an adorable sight.
You laughed as the two tugged their father back and forth for a moment before he decided to put a stop to it. He gently pulled his limbs out of the grasp of his daughters before getting down onto their level.
“Hey now, there is enough of me to go around I promise.” As he spoke, he scooped the two young girls into tight hugs and gently kissed their foreheads. “But first, you two should help me figure out what Nini is hiding from me.” As soon as he said that Seongha spoke up.
“Nini made a cake for you! They’ve been working on it all day!” This caused Jungha to gasp, and grab Seongha’s arm tightly.
“Nini said that was surprise! Shh!” she reached out, covering her elder sister’s mouth with her own hand. You assumed that Seongha instantly licked the offending appendage, as Junha shrieked once again and tugged her hand away. You watched your husband as he loudly laughed at the antics of the girls, once again pulling them close to him. Not just to hug him again, but to get them to stop fighting.
“Well I guess the cat’s out of the bag.” You stepped to the side to reveal the cake, “girls, why don’t you go get your gifts, while Nini gives theirs to Papa.” The girls nodded and left their father’s grasp so they could race back to their room where they had left their gifts.
He stood and joined you by the counter, pressing his lips to yours in a small lingering kiss.
“Happy birthday Gunhak.” You muttered, lips parting slightly before pulling him back in for another kiss. Soft and fleeting, full of romance and the feelings that the two of you shared. You could never get tired of kissing him, something about his kisses just filled you with life.
“Ew!”
“Gross!”
The two of you pulled apart, both laughing at the shouts. Separating from you, Gunhak turned back to the girls and lifted them both up, their weight meant literally nothing to him. Junha quickly shoved her drawing directly into his face.
“Papa I drew this! Seungha said you wouldn’t like it!”
“Did not!
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
It may have been a loud scene, but you definitely wouldn’t trade your family for anything.
[6:57 pm] a sigh leaves your lips as you come home from an exhausting day. you went out with friends and it was fun, but you found yourself extremely drained after it all. you honestly just wanted your boyfriend at this point. “i’m home” you yawn as you toe off your knock off converse, heading into the living room where your boyfriend is sprawled out on the couch. “welcome home, love,” boyfriend!leedo grunts as you drape yourself over him. “are you wearing my hoodie?” you giggle at the boy before kissing his face repeatedly. then you pause. the hoodie he’s wearing looks a lot like the hoodie you’re wearing. “no, its mine,” leedo hums, fingers beginning to run themselves through your hair. your face heats up as you bury your head into the boy’s chest, realization hitting you that you and your boyfriend now have matching hoodies.
