#gunil fluff

[viasdreams]

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taking care of a hamster with gunil !!

a/n: disregard that gloop looks different in every pic >\<

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[xdinari]

Gunil As Your Boyfriend

a quick draft because it's his bday and i love him so much and i had to stop myself from making this longer

He would wait for MONTHS to confess and then another couple weeks to make things official, the type to yearn and take things SUPPERR slow just to make sure that you're comfortable and don't feel pressured

When you are stressed about something, the first thing he does is ask "Do you want to search for a solution or just vent?"

Gunil who smiles to himself ever so slightly when you kiss his cheek randomly during the day, looking down even though you've already moved onto the next thing you were doing because it's such an intimate act for him

When you wake up in the morning and complain about how you need to get out of bed because his arms are securely wrapped around you and he just casually says in a raspy voice "You didn't mind it last night"

He would be the type to gently caress your leg while you're talking to him while sitting in front of him at an event, humming as he leans closer

Extra points if you are wearing heels that can be laced or sneakers and they get undone he'd fix them while stealing glances at you and when he finishes he kisses your knuckles

BIG FAN of kissing the back of your hands, your knuckles, your temple, your shoulder, squeezing your arm slightly to reassure you

He's the type to request you two go out for a fancy dinner date once a month without a miss to make sure the spark never leaves and to make sure you can spend quality time and catch up on everything in case you're busy

Always looks at you for some type of approval whenever he wants to kiss you or do more, whether it be a small nod, an outward "yes" or a glint in your eyes

Pays for most things but loses his mind whenever you buy him a gift randomly just because you felt like it "You can't just spend money like that on me!?!?" "But you spend it on me all the time!!" "OKAY AND???"

Will never let anyone speak ill of you whether it be friends or family and is the first one to put anyone in their place whenever you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation

Is actually very possessive and most times he's really good at controlling it but every now and then he'd wrap his arm around your waist while his fingers dig into your skin as he looks at the guy in front of you that's hitting on you with gritted teeth and a fake smile

Likes it when you surprise him with small things like setting up the living room one day to have a candle lit dinner or sending him photos of you through the day

Keeps a photo of you in his wallet at all times and stares at it like a lovesick puppy whenever he misses you at work, texting you about how he can't wait to see you

Would be the type to have a relationship that's private but not a secret where he expresses his love for you and sometimes posts about it but it's not excessive as you both dislike to make the relationship your only personality

He is not afraid to let you know how badly he wants a family with you and just how deeply he adores you

Gunil would never yell at you in an argument, but he would at most raise his voice once before waving his hand dismissively and leaving to take a breath of fresh air by the balcony to cool off

If the argument is your fault all you have to do is walk behind him and mutter a small "I'm sorry..." and hug him from behind while placing a small kiss on the back of his neck and this man is GONE, next second sighing and turning around while wrapping his arms around you only for his first words to be "it's okay, I love you"

If he's the one to fuck up, once you two are cooled off, he'd start doing small gestures for you like pouring you a glass of water, heating the food etc. until he thinks it's okay for him to have physical contact and once he's sure he would put you on his lap bridal style, tuck your hair behind your ear and look into your eyes with a honest expression while apologizing and holding your jaw before kissing your forehead

He would be the type of boyfriend to get super excited for matching anything like matching wallpapers, stupid shirts etc. ESPECIALLY when it's your idea

Gunil would be the type to get petty and playfully sad when he sees you changed your wallpaper from a foto of you two to a photo of only him because "We were supposed to match!!"

The type to pick you up AT ALL TIMES because you love having a strong boyfriend and he LOVES to show off and flex his strength for you

He would get sooo excited if you ever came up to him and asked him to be gym buddies and he would make extensive research to make sure you two find the best schedule to reach your goals and would be sooo supportive like you'd be sweaty and gross and say "I am going to die I really can't do this, this is so embarassing" and he'd just peck you once and be like "No come on you're doing so well, baby, only...fifteen more reps!"

He would always take pictures of you and you have to BEG HIM to not post the ones where you feel like you look bad because those are his favorites although he can take photoshoot quality ones

Type of boyfriend to stay up and wish you a happy birthday at 00:00 and be offended if anyone else beat him to it, like he's sitting there with a countdown pulled up and the text ready to send, he's not playing

He would be so understanding with any and every situation and put your well-being and comfort above everything else; Oh you don't feel like going to the park and would prefer to stay inside? Done. You don't feel comfortable with your clothes even though you just got to the restaurant? He drives back to the house and lets you change. Oh you don't feel confident in a skill you have? He will be honest about it and try to help you get better at it

Gunil is just the type of boyfriend that simply gets shit done like whatever problem you might have he can find a solution give him at most 3 hours and he will come up with something either short term or long term

He isn't big on pda when it comes to making out but hand holding? back hugs? hugs in general? any type of way in which he can be physically glued to you?? ABSOLUTELY YES

[jooyeons-whisper]

A Hard Day's Night | XH OT6 Reaction

OT6 | non idol!au (kinda? nothing is implied either way) WC: 3.5k (500-600 per member) Genre: FLUFF Summary: OT6 reactions to you coming home crying Warnings: none I think? light angst but nothing bad... lmk if I missed something! partially proofread! A/N: this made me so soft... wahh :<< thank u anonie for the req!

GUNIL 

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw. 

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly. 

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you. 

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks. 

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly. 

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly. 

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner. 

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse. 

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point. 

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way. 

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him. 

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. 

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple. 

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong. 

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently. 

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes. 

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure. 

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home. 

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. 

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you. 

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do. 

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief. 

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in. 

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side. 

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed. 

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words. 

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand. 

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure. 

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”. 

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately. 

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care. 

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day. 

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some. 

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love. 

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt. 

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug. 

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small. 

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it. 

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, wanna go lay down and blame all the bad things that happened today on things that have nothing to do with them?” He asked, tilting his head toward the bedroom. You nodded. It was hard to resist his playful way of cheering you up, especially when you knew it was genuine love.

[rae-ash143]

[Home]

Pairing: Gunil x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You ask Gunil to carry you home.

Warnings: Too soft

Word Count: 448

Written by Rae💫

You’re drunk.

You can feel it in the way the streetlights are starting to blur together, and the way the world seems to tilt whenever you take a step forward.

You really shouldn’t have worn heels today because now your feet hurt. You let out a pained groan as you try to balance on the death traps disguised as footwear that you’re wearing. Five minutes away from your apartment, you stumble to a stop turning to Gunil with a pout.

“I’m tired.” You mumble, pressing yourself into Gunil’s side. “Carry me home.”

“We’re just five minutes away, baby.” Gunil says, trying to sound exasperated. But his laugh is fond and honey drips off his voice as he wraps an arm around you.

He’s warm. You could fall asleep like this, stood in the middle of the street, clinging to your boyfriend.

“But,” You whine, dragging out the syllables, “I’m drunk.”

Gunil’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. A simple “I know” rolls of his tongue, but when he reaches down to pull you up in his arms, you hear what he actually means anyway. I love you.

You giggle, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he starts walking again, you anchored safely into his arms. “Thank you.” You say, kissing his nose.

“What would you do without me?” Gunil’s chuckle reminds you of a gentle warmth, the kind that makes flowers bloom.

You spot the pink creeping up on Gunil’s cheeks and grin. “Probably not get home.”

“I spoil you too much.” Gunil mutters, shaking his head, but the smile won’t leave his face.

He’s beautiful. You can’t see any stars above your head but you find them in Gunil’s eyes anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol making you sentimental but you can’t stop staring at him. Gunil’s love is soft, quiet teases and adoring smiles, cheesy jokes and gentle hands.

The kind of love that turned your house into a home.

That thought is enough to make tears spring into your eyes and you bury your face into Gunil’s neck. “Thank you for carrying me.” You whisper against his skin.

Gunil tilts his head. “Thank you for letting me carry you.”

The words sound like a confession. You’re my home too.

And then, because he’s Gunil, he pretends like he’s about to drop you and you squeal, clutching to his shoulders even though you know he would never let you fall. He laughs when you yell at him and you’re too lost in him to not grin back.

There’s an overwhelming amount of beauty everywhere but in your opinion the way Gunil makes your heart race is the most beautiful thing in the world.

[yoongisleftearring]

part seven: some good, cold revenge

B R E A K M Y H E A R T

pairing: student!Gunil x student!reader

-> in which two broken-hearted, revenge-seeking college students team up against their ex and end up getting a bit more than they bargained for.

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Gunil walks through the doors of the cafe with an awkward smile on his face, his eyes scanning the room with a slight squint before settling on your frame. You smiled and waved gently, beckoning him over to sit at the table you were at. As soon as he was near enough, his eyes fell to the coffee and cake that sat on the table in front of him, and he looked at you questioningly.

"Oh, I texted Lilith to find out your usual order," you say, causing his jaw to fall slack and his eyes to widen.

"No you didn't," he spoke, breathless.

"No, I didn't. I did text Jiseok though," you chuckle and usher him to take a seat, he hadn't thought to do so in his surprise.

"I was going to say, I don't even think she would know my order. I was always the one buying our coffees," he laughed. You paused for a moment before shaking your head in resignation. Sounds like Lilith.

"So..." you begin.

"So..." he adds, unhelpfully.

"I think we went over the basics already," you start, hoping to steer the conversation.

"Yeah, uh, how did you two meet?" Gunil asks awkwardly.

"How nearly every college student meets someone, she was in one of my classes and we would study together a lot, for an option module it was a really difficult class," You gave a rather bittersweet chuckle, Gunil smiled in understanding. "We got close pretty quickly and it just went from there." Gunil nodded.

"We met in the cafe I work at," he began. "I don't make much off the gigs so I work part-time at a cafe on campus, she would come in and she was pretty so one day I asked her out."

"Jiseok doesn't seem to be a huge fan of her's," you remark causing him to smile bitterly.

"Yeah, none of my friends liked her. She never took an interest in them of the band and she would make these snarky remarks about them that I ended up trying to keep them apart most times," he tells. "They were trying to protect me because I guess they could see what I couldn't. I tend to fall fast and they know that," he looks down at his cake, poking at it as he speaks. "They thought she was taking advantage of me, for money," he admits with a frown.

"What, are you secretly rich or something?" you let out a quiet laugh, trying to lighten the mood slightly. He lets out a breathy laugh at that.

"No, but maybe she thought so. She would always call me saying she had no money for dinner so of course I would send her some. I'm not gonna let my girlfriend starve," he explains and you shake your head in disbelief as you'd never heard about her struggle with money. "We would eat together a lot so I didn't mind that but sometimes she would ask me to pay for her groceries, like the whole fridge full," he was the one shaking his head now, maybe in disbelief that he let it go on for so long. "She would also get these sickeningly sweet iced lattes with every extra you could imagine. It would end up being double the price of mine," he laughs lightly, it's tense but you can see the ridiculousness of the situation finally sinking in.

"I know exactly the one, it was like five pumps of caramel, extra shot, half whatever milk! There was this one time I got an iced latte too, just a regular one, but they somehow looked the same. I took a sip out of hers by accident and nearly threw up it was like putting a sugar cube in your mouth," You pulled your face into an exaggerated grimace, reliving the memory, causing Gunil to let out a loud laugh.

"I can only imagine the look on your face," he laughs.

"And she was pissed I took a sip of her drink!"

"I think that woman needs therapy or something, like that really expensive stuff that rewires your brain," he shakes his head and you chuckle along.

"But it's crazy because she never told me she was having money issues," you speak after a beat of silence. "Actually, she told me that her brother paid for her apartment and sent her some allowance since her parents aren't in the picture. But she would always have expensive bags and shoes and stuff," you shrug. Gunil looks bewildered at your statement. "You didn't notice her bougie lifestyle?"

"No, I don't know how much things cost!" he defends and you roll your eyes at him jokingly. "I guess she's not the angel she wants everyone to think she is," he nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, yeah," you hesitate on whether you should continue your train of thought or not, but, Gunil notices, looking at you expectantly. "Well, did you ever hear about her old best friend?" you ask hesitantly.

"No? I don't think so, why?" he replies, interest piqued by your reluctance.

"Well, I don't know all the details but we were drunk one night and we got around to talking about some of the bad things we've done and she told me she once spread a rumour about her best friend sleeping with faculty, a TA or something. But the girl went crazy, apparently she was super religious and her family found out and she spiralled and nearly dropped out," You explain, voice lowered in case there were any eavesdroppers nearby. Gunil's jaw was safely planted on the floor as he listened.

"Was it true?" he asked in an equally low voice.

"No idea," you shake your head. "But, it doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, I get being concerned that maybe she's being taken advantage of but a rumour is only ever going to hurt your friend," you sigh.

"I just.. I can't believe it. Well, I kinda can after talking everything through but wow," Gunil puffs.

"Yeah it kinda makes doing her homework and paying for her coffees seem like a small thing. I tried to ask more about it after but she wouldn't say a word," you tell.

"You did her homework too?" he laughs ironically.

"Occasionally, yeah," you laugh. "It just makes me wish that people like her could get what's coming to them."

"Some karma," Gunil nods.

"Exactly! Why does she just get to go around taking people for granted, they end up getting hurt but she can just find another friend or another boyfriend," you proclaim.

"Some good, cold revenge, it would be nice," he agrees and you nod along as you lift your coffee cup to your lips, dismissing the thought. Because that would be crazy. Right?

[candlelitvamp]

When it’s Dark, Look for Stars

bf!xdinary heroes’ reactions when you’re going through a hard time

tags/warnings: fluff, slight angst (mental health issues somewhat implied, no specifics), suggestive in seungmin’s, hurt/comfort (way more comfort than hurt i swear), gender neutral reader

a/n: another post omg… ngl this is so self indulgent cuz bitches r going through it lately (i’m bitches)

Gunil: just the sweetest. brings you sunflowers to brighten up your home. he may be a yapper but he is also a damn good listener. gives the best advice, and helps you make a whole plan to address whatever is upsetting you so much, whether it be a long-term plan for improving your mental health in general or a shorter term plan for addressing a bad situation. if you need to cry he’ll hold your face so tenderly and wipe away your tears with his thumbs and look at you with just the Most loving eyes, taking exaggerated deep breaths to help you calm your own breathing. when you go to bed he’d encourage you to lay your head on his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat while you drift off… 🥹🥲

Jungsu: not afraid to ask if you want to talk about it, but won’t force the subject if you’re not ready. very adaptable to your needs, and will suggest different things to see what you feel like doing or what will help you the most. if you need to cry, he gives the Best hugs and doesn’t care if you get his shirt wet with tears or anything, just holds you close on his lap and pets your hair as you let all your feelings out for as long as you need. tries to take big slow breaths to encourage you to slow your breathing too. gets you into bed to fall asleep in his arms, putting his hand under your shirt (if you’re comfortable with it ofc) so he can absently trace his fingers over the bare skin of your back and lull you to sleep. Will hum/sing you a lullaby too. cleans your room/home for you while you nap/sleep, partly cuz he’s worried ahout your wellbeing and is a stress-cleaner but mostly because he knows a chaotic space can lead to a chaotic mind, and really just wants to Help you.

Jiseok: tries his best not to show it but boy is STRESSED for you. knowing his beloved is struggling throws his whole system out of homeostasis, and this techie boy knows the best way to reset a system is to turn it off and on again. knows that a nap (or just going to bed early) holding each other will not only help you relax physically and mentally, but also believes that your mood will be better when you wake up. he always Insists on cuddling, and when you ask why you expect a lecture on oxytocin, but instead he says “so i can protect you from bad dreams while you sleep with the power of love, duh!” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. no matter how rational and scientific his mind can be at times, he can’t just help but feel cheesy and poetic when it comes to you 💚

Seungmin: feels like the least he can do is help you relax at the end of the day, especially if it’s a hard one. you text him you’re having a bad day/week(/month…) and as soon as you’re home for the evening he’s there with a sweet treat, microwave popcorn, and an extra hoodie (so he can change when he gives u the one he’s currently wearing 🥰). you’re ordering pizza and having a cozy night in! watching a comfort movie, snacking on yummy food, and cuddling on the couch. he treats u to some at-home spa treatments as well, doing a face mask together and taking a bath with you (with a bath bomb ofc) before giving you a massage to really relax any tension left in your body so you can sleep well. (and while it’s not his intention, if that Happens gets you more excited than relaxed… he knows other ways to release your tension so you can sleep well ;))

Hyeongjun: wants to do anything possible to make you feel better, but worries abt accidentally making u feel guilty for feeling down. happy to listen to you talk/vent and sympathize or offer advice, but won’t make u talk about it unless you want to. acts of service KING tho. ur too tired to cook? he’ll cook your favorite meal for you both (or at least order it). having a hard time sleeping? you’re listening to asmr together and you now have a new weighted blanket with built in heating! (it’s just him lying directly on top of you.) literally anything you complain about or need he’s immediately doing or getting for you. like jungsu, i think he’s very adaptable to your needs. although physical affection and words of affirmation don’t come as naturally to him as acts of service, he’d be more than happy to wrap his arms around your waist to hold your back close to his chest and whisper every single thing that he loves about you into your ear if that’s what you need from him and will make you feel better (insists on spooning tho, so you can’t see and tease him for how his ears turn red when he’s telling you how much you mean to him)

Jooyeon: it truly hurts his heart to see you sad. if you want to vent, he’s there to listen, though admittedly his responses may be a bit… unorthodox. by which i mean he’s making threats of gratuitous violence against anyone who’s mistreating you. or any Thing really. your job/school is stressing you out? he’s threatening to blow up the building. your boss/teacher is being an asshole? “i’m gonna run them over with my car” “joo you don’t have a car” “i’ll use seungmin’s” “you also can’t drive” “exactly that’ll be my defense in court” “JOOYEON” basically he’s gonna make you laugh to lift your spirits as best he can. if you don’t want to talk, he might feel a little awkward cuz even tho he Knows he can’t magically fix your problems and it may just take time, he wants to make you feel better NOW! extra clingy and does everything he can to make you feel comforted. hope you’re ready to get cozy in bed All Night cuz he’s setting u up there and not letting u lift a Finger!

[bruh-2004]

I need xdh as boyfriends/how they are like as boyfriends!😭🙏🙏

You hit my weak spot with that idea 😭😭😭 spoiler: I wanted them as my boyfriends

Let's go then, I hope you like it!!

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JUNGSU: the type of boyfriend who is clingy and romantic without a doubt, Jungsu would love to bring flowers to his beloved simply because he felt like it, would love to go on walks on free days and take pictures of her to keep in his private album. Jungsu would help with household chores, try to teach some choreographies, and would love cuddling movie sessions 😭😭

GAON: he would be the funny and smart boyfriend, they wouldn't have boring or sad days with him!!! Gaon would definitely do everything to make his partner smile and laugh every day, PC or video game sessions would happen frequently!! And he would be very helpful in helping with university lessons, or fixing things that break in the house

JOOYEON: he would be the kind of childish and whiny boyfriend, he would want to play around and keep asking for affection in the most whiny and cute way, pouting and puppy eyes. But Jooyeon would be a great boyfriend, helpful and fun, he would be there all the time!!

JUNHAN: shy and cute boyfriend!!!!! I can only imagine him being the most adorable boyfriend in the world, the type that turns red with compliments and stolen kisses (but deep down he would love all of this), he would also be very helpful and would help his beloved to cook and clean the house. Junhan would offer to teach her to play the guitar with all care and affection... Definitely the relationship would be true and lasting

O.DE: fitness athlete and very affectionate!!!! In fact, I think he would be quite responsible and a little jealous, Seungmin would be there to do the heavy lifting and take care of his partner. He would help her to exercise and take care of her health, taking her with him to the gym. But he would also be fun and funny, making the person laugh many times a day.

GUNIL: ok, we reached my weak point... In my view he would be the perfect boyfriend!!!! He would be extremely affectionate and loving, asking for and giving kisses, hugs, caresses and everything good!! He would also take his partner to the gym and help her with every exercise. He would love to go on walks, watch romance movies and play board games... In short, he would be the most sincere and passionate person 🤧

[blue-jisungs]

i just decided to go with the first item i see when i look around, it's a jacket sooooo I'd like xdh gunil. item is a jacket :>

[ axe’s memo ! ] hi ash !! hope u don’t mind it’s a short time stamp :( thank you for reqing tho hehe hope u enjoy it!

[ extras ! ] wc 206 + @kstrucknet <3

[ 5:18pm ] the sky was turning into a blend of purples and blues on your eyes as you and gunil strolled around the nearby park. the lanterns were guiding you, sky getting darker and darker. hues of navy blue started falling down, a sign to go back home soon.

“you’re shivering” gunil hummed and you just shook your head. you had a scarf, gloves and a coat. maybe it was still too cold for such a coat, though.

“it’s fine. we’ll drink some tea to warm up once we’re back” you smiled softly at him.

the yellow beam of street lights highlighted the small crease between his brows.

without speaking, gunil took off his puffer jacket and tugged at your coat.

“let’s swap. i want you to be warm now” he said. you knew protesting won’t do - he’s way foo stubborn of a gentleman.

gunil helped you take off your coat and put on his jacket, then throwing your coat on his shoulders. your hands interlocked together again as you started going back home

“thank you” you grinned, looking at him.

his heart thumped in his chest, hoping you wouldn't catch on that he accidentally forgot to take a small, velvety box out of his jacket's pocket.

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