This was suggested 5EVERRRR ago by @jacobbaeluvr & I straight- up forgot about this fora bit 🥲 but this is for you babe! & me cuz I’m super sick thanks ✨recurrent illness✨ *to the tune of Vixx’s On & On* I need surgery la la la la la surgery
Hongjoong
♡ *fails to hide disgusted expression at your snot* ‘Hey love, is it alright if I throw some of these tissues on the nightstand out?’
♡ Feels your forehead with his hand, saying you feel warm & making you test your temperature just to be sure. Slides the thermometer in so gently knowing how uncomfortable they can be.
♡ He has this relaxing herbal heat pillow that he warms up for you- it’s good for muscle aches, chills, or even just plain aromatherapy. You’re skeptical but he hands it to you & you’re immediately in heaven!
♡ Pulls you in close to his chest & takes a nap with you 🥺 even when you wake up his arms will be around you, one protectively keeping your head near his heart!
♡ Knows exactly how much time has passed between medicine doses & is getting you to take it on time like clockwork, even setting an alarm for it on his phone!
Seonghwa
♡ Makes 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 soup 👏🏻 even if you don’t really feel up to having a whole bunch he’ll insist on spoon-feeding you a little bit because the warmth will clear your sinuses & make you feel better he promises 🥺
♡ If you fall asleep you’ll wake up with a new box of tissues magically replacing your empty one & a fresh water bottle there in hopes you’ll stay hydrated. Seonghwa likes feeling like a magical little healing fairy but his heart goes 💗 when you thank him
♡ Traces shapes on your back as you lay together, making sure you’re ok when your warm skin shivers under his touch & smiling when you tell him not to stop.
♡ Flies some of his lego ships around the room for you when you say you’re bored. You’re like I meant the tv right there but this is actually so much better. He was so into making the whoosh noises for you ok?
♡ Undresses you but not in a weird way, just getting you out of sweaty clothes & into clean pajamas or a robe, pulling you into it & kissing your shoulder, then your lips 🩷
Yunho
♡ Holds your hand in both of his & tells you he’ll do as much as he can for you, so please just ask ok?
♡ The type to insist you do not have enough blankets, take one more actually blankets cure everything
♡ Proceeds to then roll himself up into a matching blanket burrito until you two are wiggling around like ridiculous blanket worms & you know what? It cheers you up at least & gives you your first laugh in 2 days, so success in Yunho’s mind 😌
♡ TBH tells you so many jokes & does little performances to distract you. Blanket cape superman impression. Cute version of an Ateez choreography. Dramatic ritual dance to ‘scare the germs away’. ‘Get out of my (y/n)!!! *hand wave*’
♡ Lifts you up & carries you bridal style when it’s time for bed, laying you down so gently it’s like falling on clouds ☁️
Yeosang
♡ Smooths back your forehead to give you kisses even if you’re kinda sweaty 🩷
♡ Will 100% offer to read you a story, this man is far too precious 😭 if there’s a royalty figure in the story especially a beautiful one he’ll change their name to yours!!!
♡ ‘Now will you believe me when I say you need to bring a coat when we go out?’ ‘But I like yours 🥺’ ‘Ok, then I’ll make sure I have it with me.’ On the inside he was thrilled because free excuse to give you his clothes heck yeahhhh
♡ Wriggles in under the fuzzy electric blanket the moment he’s done spreading it over you, making you laugh with his cute satisfied smile & nod.
♡ ‘Hiyah!’ (That’s the sound of Yeosang fluffing your pillow with little chops until it’s nice & poofy for your heard again)
San
♡ Gives you the biggest 🥺 eyes the moment he sees you sprawled out feeling uncomfortable, wishing he could take your pain from you 🥺
♡ Big spoons you immediately & tells you he won’t leave you until you’re feeling better! You can feel him nuzzle into you like he can’t get close enough, lending you his warmth.
♡ Softly sings a love song while you guys cuddle to remind you that no matter what state you’re in he will always love you 🥰
♡ San brings over a whole bag of supplies without having to ask, so he’s already armed with decongestants, tissues, painkillers, vapor chest rub, a container of a soup you like, water, electrolytes & vitamin C, & a plushie at the store he saw & thought might cheer you up when he was buying all that!
♡ Puts the chest rub on you so softly, pausing to let you adjust to the cold & holding your half-raised head steady while he does it.
Mingi
♡ ‘What do you have though? How bad is it? Do you need the doctor? I’ll go get the doctor.’ ‘Mingi no it’s just a bad cold-’
♡ Sits at the side of the bed holding your hands so dramatically as if you were in an irl medical drama until you just pat the half of the bed next to you & have him lay down to watch some tv
♡ Absolute KING though of making you your tea exactly how you want to take it. Insists on the peppermint blend though because duh it’s good for congestion, inflammation, nasuea, & like everything you could possibly be feeling 💁🏻♀️
♡ You guys nap together & the moment you wake up he asks how you feel, if it’s any better. When you say yes, a little, he takes your hands in his & claps them, giving a little ‘yaaaay!’
♡ Acts, in fact, like your healing is a personal achievement. Hypes you up like ‘wow, this disease has nothing on you. Look at you go, beating it like a pro. It’s so amazing how well you’re fighting this off’ while you’re just sitting there like Mingi this is not voluntary. He won’t hear of it, though, nope. Too busy gushing over your amazing recovery skills because you’re the best at everything, actually, & you know what maybe he helped too 😎 you guys are both the best.
Wooyoung
♡ OML you are not going ANYWHEREEEE
♡ If you so much as stand up behind Wooyoung’s back he’ll be like ‘Ah ah ah no whatever it is I can get it’. ‘Wooyoung I’m going to the restroom’ He deflates a little. ‘Ah, I see. …oh alright fine’
♡ Part of the not moving scheme is so he can throw himself onto the bed next to your blanket pile self & throw a leg over you & get in all the cuddles his heart desires >:)
♡ ‘What do you want?’ ‘Maybe just some decongestants? Thank you so much!’ Wooyoung returns, dropping like 5 pill boxes & 2 bags at your feet proudly. ‘What is all this?’ ‘I wasn’t sure what kind you wanted so I bought them all. Also got some lozenges~’
♡ Squishes your face & tells you how cute you are even when you’re sick. Just when you think the doting is up is when he starts kissing all over your cheeks instead of squishing them 😘
Jongho
♡ Probably the only one to actually sit down by you on the bed & just ask what you need lmao
♡ Intense battle between ‘nO I CAN DO IT YOU NEED REST’ & ‘yOU’RE SICK & I LOVE YOU STAY STILL’ but you always lose because you’re going up against Choi Jongho & besides hearing him say I love you pretty much always gets him his way
♡ Lays next to you & chats, watches tv, even just goes on his phone & lets you play with his other hand so you never feel alone 🥺 it’s quiet time for him to just make himself available however you personally are comfortable!
♡ If you feel sore anywhere, he’ll offer to massage it in a heartbeat if he can! Even if you’re not specifically sore he’ll do it because you aren’t feeling good, the least he can do is pamper you a little 👸🏻
♡ 50-50 on if he teases you or gets shy, but it’s a 100% chance he will sing you a lullaby if you claim any struggle sleeping & ask for a song!
summary: you're sick so seonghwa being the best boyfriend helps to take care of you.
warnings: nothing, just pure fluff and seonghwa being the best boyfriend ever. uses of baby, my pretty girl and love. mentions of hwa being an idol but not that serious.
notes: i'm actually sick rn so this fic is inspired by my sickness 😭 and btw don't come for my eng, i'm not feeling the greatest today
word count: 600 words
nets: @pirateeznet
warning pt2: this fic is not real! it's all fake so if you're uncomfortable pls block me
you felt like shit honestly, your alarm blaring for the past 10 minutes or so. you groaned and weakly turned off your phone before closing your eyes back. after a few seconds, your phone rang again. it wasn't your alarm, it was seonghwa calling you. you had a special ringtone just for him so you knew it was him. he had promised the previous day that he would send you to work. you didn't had the energy to pick up your phone so you just left it there still ringing.
a few minutes later you heard the front door closing, you gave seonghwa an extra key for him so he doesn't have to wait for you outside in the cold.
"baby?" seonghwa called out.
the bedroom door opened and you turned around, seeing seonghwa's blurry figure because your eyes were teary.
"hi baby, are you okay? you didn't answer my calls earlier." seonghwa sat at the edge of your bed, gently smoothing your hair and sweeping it to the side so he can have a better look on your pretty face.
seonghwa then rub your red cheek, shocked that it was a bit hot. he then place the back of his hand on your forehed to check if you really had a fever.
"oh no baby, you're sick. let's go to the docs now." seonghwa panicked. you then whined and shook your head a 'no'.
"i'm too tired hwa, i can't. i'll be fine if you bought me some meds." you replied weakly. seonghwa shook his head and slightly frowned at your stubborness.
"love, please don't be like this. i'll bring you there and besides you don't have to worry about me, i'm on leave for a week. i can take care of you." seonghwa said softly, his thumb still rubbing your hot red cheek.
you sighed and tried to get up but you were too weak so seonghwa helped you up, your back resting on the headboard of your bed. going to your closet, seonghwa opened the door and starts finding for you your -his shirt and your also his sweatpants. grabbing both of them he then asked you to strip and helping you put on your clothes. when done he placed the dirty clothes in your dirty clothes basket at the corner of your room and helped taking your phone placing it in his pocket before helping you get up.
the walk from your place to his car took a total of 20 minutes because of how you both keep arguing how you would be okay with meds at the store and how seonghwa argued how going to the docs is more easier because the doctors knows better.
after the visit, you were so tired so you slept through the entire journey. arriving, seonghwa felt bad for the need to wake you up but he had too.
“love, we're here. come on, let's go.” seeing how you were still sleeping, seonghwa then tried carrying you bridal style. you didn't have the energy to resist so you just kept quiet and continued sleeping on his chest.
luckily, luck is on his side because he successfully opened the door with one hand with you being on both his arms. going up the stairs to your room, seonghwa then kicked the door and gently placed you on the bed, the meds beside you on the small table you had.
“my pretty girl, so cute” seonghwa kissed your cheek and pulled your blanket further till it's above your shoulder. looking at you one more time while smiling his ass out, he then went downstairs to cook for you some soup.
you're so lucky to have him.
i don't have anything to say but hope you enjoyed that :)
Ateez When They Accidentally Walk In On You Changing
Requested by @jacobbaeluvr hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it bb 😘 tried to mix em up a little & keep em funny 😌Warnings: slightly suggestive just due to the nature of the scenario 😆
Hongjoong
“Seonghwa, did you close the door to our- AH!”
Hongjoong had just busted in on you changing into your swimsuit, your shorts tossed aside and your shirt on its way off, too, falling onto the bed as he screamed in fact. Hongjoong apologized profusely as he disappeared back through the door, twirling so his back was to you as soon as he physically could get it to be.
Heart thumping, you finished changing, emerging from the borrowed bedroom slash changing room to more apologies from Hongjoong.
“I’m so sorry, (y/n), that I saw that when I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t know. I’ll delete it from my brain, I promise!”
“Yeah, if it was so bad,” you joked, “go for it.”
“You misunderstand me- it wasn’t bad at all.”
Seonghwa
You jumped the moment the restroom door opened, apologizing immediately. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were in there, Hongjoong just said I could pull aside and change in here so-”
“It’s ok, (y/n), you didn’t know. I obviously had no idea, either.”
You smiled even as you hurriedly pulled your new shirt on, shaking your head slightly in amusement. You guys had basically just had a miniature conversation while you stood there shirtless, clad at either skin- or bra-level, and his eyes had never left yours.
“You’re being such a gentleman, Seonghwa.”
“It’s what you deserve. I wouldn’t look unless you told me to. Well, wait, that is, I mean-”
Yunho
“Oh no! Oh no, (y/n)-”
You heard Yunho before you saw him, having been bent over to pick up the shorts that had fallen off the bed in the room the guys had lent you to change. Giving your intruder a very good view of your rear.
You flushed. “It’s ok, Yunho, just get out!”
“I already am!” Slam.
The door was shut once more and quite forcefully, letting you restore your modesty and make your way back out in your new clothes. The rest of Ateez smiled at the sight of you, but Yunho wouldn’t meet your eyes.
“Hey, it’s ok, it was an accident,” you comfort him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Would I make it more or less awkward,” he asked, gaze darting between your eyes and the floor, “if I said it looked nice?”
You removed your hand to swat him playfully, but you already knew what you were going to say to that.
Yeosang
There you were, reaching over in your underwear for the casual clothes you’d brought to relieve yourself of what you wore to work, as the door opened. You yelped and scrambled, ending up pulling and weakly holding your discarded shirt over what of your figure you could as Yeosang squeaked his own apology. When you finished and left the room, he was quick to apologize again.
“Ah, I’m so sorry (y/n)!”
“It’s ok,” you reply, “you weren’t trying to peep, you just saw by accident.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” His gaze got sort of faraway. “Huh, not the color underwear I pictured you wearing.”
“Wait, what?”
San
Lucky for you, you weren’t naked, but you had started by taking your pants off, so when the door swung open you still shouted in surprise at whoever saw you in your underwear. You turned. It was San. For some ungodly reason he sort of just stood there, gaze fixed forward with furrowed brows, and gave a nervous ‘heh’ until you asked what on earth he was doing, restoring motion back to his body as he turned and scurried out the door. You finished changing in relative peace, though what just happened wouldn’t stop running through your mind, and emerged from the room with your original outfit in hand, eyes glancing to San and back off of him. Why was he smiling like that?
“You have really nice legs, you know,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
Mingi
The sound of door hinges had just begun to register as you peeled off your shirt, your back to the entry point of the room you were changing in. Practically before your heels could turn a scream echoed through the room, prompting you to really swivel. There stood Mingi, whose unceasing scream mingled with yours, though his was much louder as he barreled back out of the room to whence he came.
When you finished, walking back out to where he’d gone, Mingi ran up to you, bowing in apology and taking your hands, telling you he had no idea, the others hadn’t told him while he was gone.
“I swear I’m not a pervert!”
“It’s ok, Mingi.”
You’d noticed his eyes going up and down even though he freaked out, but there was no need to tease him any worse about it.
Wooyoung
“Oh, are we changing in here?” A voice rings out from behind you.
Emerging from behind the curtain as you tugged at your shirt’s hem, you’re met with the sight of Wooyoung standing there mirroring you, only he’d already thrown his top all the way off.
“Wooyoung?”
“(y/n)?”
You guys both exclaimed each other’s name at the same time, him pointing like the spider-man meme. You’d tugged your shirt back down and onto your body, but your pants were long-forgotten in the chaos, prompting Wooyoung’s eyes to travel down your legs.
“I thought you were Jongho!” He bursts out.
“No,” you reply, bending your knees to disappear behind the bed in his line of vision, “he said I could go in here and change! Get out!”
“I already started th-”
Reaching around the curtain, you grabbed a pair of socks and chucked them at him.
“Ok, ok, I’m going!”
Jongho
It felt so good to change out of your sweaty clothes. You hadn’t even been working out or anything, just spending some time outside, but the guys were sympathetic to your plight, offering a dorm room for you to pull into and remove some layers as well as a clean t-shirt that none of them were using. You’d almost gotten your shirt all the way unbuttoned, working them loose with a small smile, your eyes fluttering shut as air from the room’s electric fan hit your chest.
“Oh, (y/n), oh my God, I’m so sorry.” There was a hint of surprise, but that even voice could only belong to one person.
As your eyes shot open-and open wide, too- sure enough, you were met with Jongho groping blindly for the door handle as your hands fell to your sides.
“It’s ok, I’m not that undressed yet, that could’ve been worse. Sorry you had to see that.”
“Don’t be,” he says as he exits, closing the bedroom door behind him.
woo congrats for the 700 followers babe (i hope you don't mind me calling you that!!) i was wondering a reaction of any group that comes to your mind about y/n kissing them and then running away maybe cause they're shy or being playful idkk!! that's the first thing that came to my mind
Of course not babe 😘😆 this is such a cute idea!!! I like this idea for multiple groups tbh but I’ll start with Ateez of course hehe~ Hope this is what you meant!
Ateez When Their Crush Kisses Them and Runs Away
Hongjoong
“I really like this one. Here, listen.” Hongjoong placed the set of headphones in his hands gently over your ears, the rustling sound tickling them before the click of the play button.
Music filled your ears, upbeat sound enveloping you as if you were surrounded. It brought a smile to your face and motion to your head, the joyful bob mirrored in amusement by Hongjoong. He shook his head fondly, watching with interest at your response to the song. You felt shy suddenly, head falling to no longer meet his intense eyes.
When the song ended, you removed the headphones, setting them carefully upon the desk’s slick surface. “Let’s listen to the next one together,” you suggested quietly, still a bit flustered from the way Hongjoong stared at you. Sure, you’d liked him for some time, but you hadn’t gotten that many signs before he looked at you like that, and suddenly you didn’t know how to act.
“I have the perfect one up next,” he agrees with a nod, unplugging the cord of the on-ears and queuing up the following song on the computer.
Upbeat music faded in favor of something soft and glittery, something that almost would’ve been like ASMR had you still listened in surround. The words started, and you could tell it was a love song. The perfect song, huh? What did he mean by that?
Hongjoong’s face was illuminated purple by the room’s LEDs, all his piercings shining lavender and even the deep brown, almost black, of his eyes getting tinted. His gaze was once again fixed firmly upon you as the desperate lyrics swam through the room, and it sent lightning through you.
As if yanked forward by a puppet string you closed the gap between your seated figures, capturing his lips against yours. It was hard to tell if he was responding, though, your brain working despite the soft warmth sending you spiraling. Your chest sunk. Maybe you’d been wrong. Oh, no.
You had to leave. With one final glance at Hongjoong’s deer-in-the-headlights face, you rose from your seat’s padding, feeling it roll away at the sudden push.
"(y/n), wait!"
Gritting your teeth, you swung back around at Hongjoong's bidding, seeing him half-standing with a hand out.
"I'm really sorry I froze up, I'd been planning to make a move at the end of the song for so long, that completely threw me." His look of worry rose into a smile. "In a good way. Can we try again?"
All you could do was nod, prompting him to stand all the way, glancing down and taking your waist when he received a nod from you before pressing his lips to yours, music still swirling around your heads.
Seonghwa
Everything you did was adorable.
You swayed your hips lightly to the music on Seonghwa's speaker as you cracked another egg into a bowl. You two were baking together, a simple, domestic activity that had Seonghwa's heart full. He could barely focus on his dry measurements, his mind full of you, you, you. What could he say? He was head over heels.
You passed by each other in sync, with you grabbing the milk and him the salt before returning to your respective mixing. Maybe he should try and make things more romantic.
When you beckoned him to bring the dry bowl over, he acquiesced immediately, proverbial light bulb going off above his head. "Alright, let's mix together."
You smiled that gorgeous smile. "Sounds great."
Standing behind you, Seonghwa took a hold of your hand, gaze falling shyly from your smile as you turned back toward the bowl, his hand guiding yours in swirls as you gradually added his half of the mixture to yours. Far too soon in Seonghwa's mind, though, the batter started to look incorporated.
"Does that look..." You turned, inadvertently pressing closer to him as you peered innocently into his eyes, face inches from his as the last part of your sentence came out quieter. "...good?"
Seonghwa's lips parted, but before any reply could leave them yours were pressed sweetly against them. His eyelashes fluttered and his chest soared, but a mere second later you were pulling back away, sinking down against the counter on bent knees.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me! That just looked like a movie scene, and- and I-"
Bending down to eye level with you, Seonghwa nodded encouragingly. "Don't worry, I felt it too. Do you want to do it again or is that just me?"
Yunho
From the peripheries of your vision, you saw Yunho tugging at the thick blue blindfold around his eyes. "No peeking," you chastised.
"All right, but how far do I have to go for the center?" Yunho responded, one hand tightly holding yours.
"Just a few more steps," you replied, tugging him a bit further, "in fact, I think that's good. Everyone ready?"
The rest of the group called out affirmatives, spreading for the game of blind man's bluff. Yunho was 'it', the one who would grope along after you all as you darted away from his hands.
Of course, that's how it should have gone, but Ateez was no normal group. Jongho had climbed onto the table and Yeosang was under a chair. The rest kept running up to tease him with actions ranging from speaking right into his ear and running off to slapping his butt. And that gave you a great idea. Well, not the butt thing. Not yet at least...
You'd wanted to make a move for some time now. You and Yunho were always so playful with each other, joining in on each other's antics and having giggly slappy fights you couldn't help but see as breaks to the touch barrier. So what better opportunity to push your luck than when the man was blindfolded?
Running up at his side, you stood on your tiptoes and crashed your lips against his, smiling even as he jumped back a bit, startled. It took everything you had to suppress laughter, but his next words helped.
"That better have been (y/n)," Yunho remarked, head tilted.
"Who else would have done that?" You shot back. too incredulous to overthink if you were about to be rejected.
"I dunno," he shrugged, still blindfolded, "Wooyoung or something?"
"Does he ever-"
"No!" Yunho cut you off, nose wrinkling beneath the fabric across its bridge. "Gross! And he knows I like you! Which I can say now given my optimistic assumption my feelings are requited."
"Yes," you stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder and moving your face inches from his, "yes, they are."
"Good!" He exclaimed, grinning. "But also..." His hands snaked tightly around your middle, lifting you off the ground. "I got you! You're it now!"
Yeosang
“Here we go- one for you and one for me.” With a bright smile, Yeosang handed you one of the ice cream cones in his hands.
It was a beautiful day, the perfect day to take a walk, and of course it didn't take much persuasion to get Yeosang over to the ice cream stand with you. Having time together like this was rare, so you wanted to milk it for all it was worth, drawing out what could be a simple wend through the park with the man who gave you butterflies.
Butterflies indeed, you thought as he dug happily into his ice cream like an eager little boy, continuing his description of the last book he'd read.
"But was it sad though? I don't want to read it if it's really sad."
"No way! The ending was perfect in my opinion. The characters went through everything they needed to." Another smile into the sunshine. Another bite of ice cream.
That time, though, the cone cracked and a little bit of the sweet dessert dribbled onto his lip, which stuck out in a little pout. Yeosang looked so cute, your brain blanked. Complete zero thoughts, head empty, just Yeosang. Without you even realizing it, your lips had fallen onto his, kissing the ice cream off of them.
It wasn't until the butterflies buzzed again, begging you to let yourself get even more carried away, that you even realized what you'd done, backing away immediately with wide eyes.
"I'm so sorry," you gasped, turning and walking away, butterflies now stabbing into your fluttering heart with shock and shame.
"D-do you like me?" You heard Yeosang's voice at your back, but you couldn't bear facing him again, just nodding your burning head, eyes squeezed shut and ice-cream-free hand covering half your face.
His hand on your shoulder almost made you jump. "Why are you getting shy now, huh? You're so cute."
Your hand shot up all the way, burying your whole face. He thought you were cute?
"How can I see your face again? Do I have to kiss you, too? Alright, gladly," Yeosang whispered, kissing your cheek.
San
San felt lucky that day- you two were at the arcade together. He'd liked you for a few months now, but couldn't tell how you felt. Making a move felt too risky. What were the odds you felt the same? Probably not great, especially since you were friends with all of Ateez. You easily could have liked another member, but no matter what San was eternally grateful for your friendship, the easy feeling he got when he was with you. Even though his heart raced every time you smiled, it was never stressful when you talked. You'd made it clear that he could talk to you about anything and even confided in him, too, which just proved it.
It was healing to see you so happy and excited, practically yanking him over to every game you wanted to play. You’d already kicked his butt at whack-a-mole, though his victory at the shooting gallery was clear. None of it was about winning, though. Not for him.
That was until the pair of you stumbled upon the claw machine, your eyes sparkling with excitement and lips curling widely upward in joy. Two little squishmallows of your favorite animal sat amongst the cuddly rainbow of prize options, and anyone with eyes could see it was love at first sight. San would have given anything to get you that plushie, even every last game credit he had.
“Your wish is my command,” he remarked dashingly as he swiped the play card, lighting up the crane’s lining.
“Oh, San, these things are usually rigged, though. I don’t want you to run out of play over it!”
“Then I’ll just have to win it right away, huh?” He shot back with a dimpled grin, deftly angling the gripper over your beloved squishmallow. Pressing the button, he sent it down, plucking the adorable round plushie up…
…and back down, this time considerably closer to the prize depot. Fire blazed in San’s eyes as he swiped his card again. He heard you giggle at his intense expression as he leaned closer to the smudged glass of the claw machine as if trying to become one with the mechanics of it. He twitched the claw back and forth a bit, then with a nod of satisfaction sent it back down, securing your prize and dropping it right through the plastic square trap door of victory.
You leapt for joy, giving that smile that made his heart leap as you reached through the prize door and cuddled your gift to your chest, repeating thanks to San again and again.
He smiled, opening his mouth to day you’re welcome, but was cut off by your lips on his. He froze, every thought and command flying out if his brain until he saw you flush and step back, uncertainty written all over your face as you still held your prize.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, shaking your head, “I just got excited. But I really appreciate-”
“No, no, wait!” Waving his hands, San panicked, words falling clumsily from his lips. “I’m sorry, that was so terrible, I’ve liked you forever so I just got really nervous! Kind of ruined that, didn’t I?”
Your lips parted again in shock, several heartbeats passing before you smiled and shook your head. “It’s like the claw machine, right? Practice makes perfect. I like you, too, San. Well, obviously,” you giggled, and just like that San’s heart picked up again despite that feeling of comfort and rightness returning.
Looks like you guys had both won the jackpot that day.
Mingi
“Give it back!"
Mingi had snatched your phone, which you’d made the mistake of leaving lying flat atop the coffee table in his shared apartment, and ran with it, leaning into the boon of his long legs. He turned back even as he legged it, giving you a wide, boyish smile before sticking his tongue out.
“Come get it,” he giggled in response, breathy from the clear exertion of how hard he sprinted, tearing tightly around a corner.
Smirking, you turned on your heels, running back the other way to cut him off. The look on his face was priceless as you emerged into the room he barreled towards simultaneously, facing one another. His jaw dropped and hands waved, but your triumph didn’t end, not even when you collided, toppling to the floor.
Heat rushed to your face. You had a crush on Mingi, and though you didn’t know if it was returned, the tension of the day’s flirting welled up in your chest, spilling over as you leaned in from your position on top of him, connecting your lips.
The moment you parted, though, you saw how wide his eyes were and panicked, feeling like you’d overstepped. Scrambling off of him, you made to leave, muttering an apology, but his hand closed around your wrist gently. His strength was still enough to stop you in your tracks without yanking you back over.
“Where are you going?” He smiled at you, stars in his eyes. “I need to kiss you back, right?”
Wooyoung
Prey in sight. Target locked.
Wooyoung was the victim of many prank attempts by you, the latest one being sliding up behind him and stealing his phone. Creeping up toward him, you rose up on your bent knees, hand sliding slowly toward the piece of technology in his hand. His hand that immediately reached behind him and slapped yours out of the way.
"Ha! Caught you again!"
"No fair," you pouted, "how did you even see me?"
"I know your M.O.," Wooyoung countered, smiling triumphantly and then sticking his tongue out at you, "there's nothing you can do that surprises me."
Frustration of multiple kinds ballooned in your chest as he smirked at you, challenge glinting in his eyes. You would do anything, anything, to wipe that look off of Jung "Smug" Wooyoung's face. You know what? Great idea, you realized.
"Oh yeah?" You challenged, stepping closer.
"Yeah," he dug his heels in, crossing his arms.
You stood up straight, lunging forward and crashing your lips against his. It was your turn to smirk into the kiss as he returned it immediately, almost desperately. Well, shoot. Guess all that flirting he'd done had been for real. Good to know.
Right as Wooyoung started picking up the pace, though, you separated again, running back down the hall you'd initially snuck down.
"Hey!" He protested.
"Guess I did surprise you after all, huh?" You fired back as you ran, turning to see with great satisfaction that Wooyoung was chasing you. No way he was going to let you get away with that.
Jongho
You didn’t realize it at the time, but you were dreaming. One of the best dreams you’d ever had, you would later reflect.
Choi Jongho, the handsome, stoic, effortlessly funny man you’d fallen head over heels for, had just confessed to you, pulling you into a kiss that had your head spinning harder than any prior fantasy had. The dream was vivid, too, full of sight and sound and sensation so much that it pushed you a bit past perception of reality.
So, when a hand upon your shoulders gently shook you awake, a voice you recognized even in half-sleep as Jongho whispering your name, you responded how you thought was in kind.
By leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Sleep left you further as he hummed in confusion, pulling away and repeating your name, this time questioning, inquisitive, faintly scandalized. Some of the added gravity to his voice had your half-lidded eyes fluttering further open, veil lifted as you blinked at Jongho’s wide eyes, pursed lips, and red ears.
What had you done? Every neuron in your brain called out for you to flee, bury away your shame and scandal forever. Each muscle in your body agreed, but had trouble following suit as you clumsily wrestled with the blanket that had been draped over you upon the couch, fabric catching your feet until you flung it to the floor, pushing up to a seated position and up, swaying to run away.
“Whoa, whoa!” Jongho held out a protective hand. “You just surprised me is all. Let’s talk about this, what happened?”
“Nothing,” you shook your head, unable to look him in the eye, “I was having a stupid dream. That’s all.”
“Is that what you call stupid?” Jongho asked, tone still even as always, but colored with the faintest hint of incredulity. “I would call something like that a very good dream.”
Your eyebrows shot up, gaze returning to his. “You would?”
“Sure,” he shrugged, “felt pretty good to me. But I suppose it wasn’t me in the dream, was it?”
Your chest ballooned at the actual palpable disappointment you saw in his face, heard in his voice. You…actually had a shot here?
“Ok, so you’re not gonna believe this-”
Not exactly the most romantic start to your next kiss, but hey, it sure did the trick.
summary: jongho woke up to an empty bed and thought you left him alone in the cold empty bed :(
warnings: jongho being a clingy bf, uses of baby, tw food (lmk if i'm missing anything)
notes: i'm back yall 😭 i'm probably gonna be gone in 3 more months idk, sch been pretty rough so here's an update for yall. i forgot how to write so if this isn't good i'm sorry 😔
word count: 358 words
nets: @pirateeznet
warning pt2: this fic is not real! it's all fake so if you're uncomfortable pls block me
yawning, the first thing jongho did when he's conscious is to find you by patting the bed. odd, you used to be beside him. worried, jongho hurriedly got up and wore a random shirt he found on the floor and opened the door as he was immediately hit by the smells of pancakes. he smiled before going downstairs to the kitchen to see you humming to a song he can barely recognise.
his hands found purchase on your waist hugging you with his chin on your shoulder, startling you a little. you chuckled before turning around, giving your boyfriend a smile before pecking his cheek.
“you left me alone in the cold empty bed.” jongho dramatically pouts.
giving a cheeky grin, you shook your head and pointed to the pancakes cooking. pinching both his cheeks, you wrapped your hands around his neck closing in the distance between the two of you.
“i would gladly kiss you right now but i need to brush my teeth first and your pancakes is gonna be burnt.” giving your cheek a peck, he left you alone again in the kitchen assuming he went to the bathroom to do his business.
as the pancakes are finish, you began plating them placing them on the dining table and washing the leftover dishes as you wait for jongho's return.
hearing the chair screech a bit, you quickly finish washing before wiping your hands dry and making your way to sit ready to eat. jongho expertly cut his pancakes with the fork and knife, dramatically expressing how delicious your pancakes were. so dramatic.
after breakfast you placed the dirty dishes back on the sink before washing your hands and going back to bed, jongho's long gone waiting for you. as soon as you open the door, jongho's making grabby hands at you making you laugh and embracing the big bear.
“i'm so lucky to have you, how the hell did i even secure you?” you asked while laughing.
“it's these right here baby, without this i wouldn't even met you.” he started kissing his biceps and making those weird poses you always see those bodybuilders do.
warnings: missionary, breastplay, praising, petnames (really sweet ones ofc), unprotected sex, reader on pill so ifykyk
notes: enjoy reading ig, not proofread so if there's any spelling errors let me know
word count: 1k words
warning pt2: this fic is not real! it's all fake so if you're uncomfortable pls block me
playing your favourite video game for a few hours now, you didn't realise jisung was at the door calling your name. distracted by him, your character lost in the game and a big game over sign was shown at the tv. scrunching your nose as you lost, you called jisung over to sit beside you as you restart your character to play again.
jisung pout as he thought he got your attention but he failed. he missed you and you really do miss him too but now you're here at his house playing video games instead.
“y/n, pay attention to me please”
he poke your side.
“just a little bit more sungie”
feeling a bit annoyed by the lack of attention, he leaned in to your neck to place wet kisses, sucking on your weak spot. your neck was slightly tilted to give him access.
hearing you moan a little, his hand went under your shirt pulling down your bra a little so he could play with your breast. pinching and twisting your left bud, he smirked at your neck as your breast harden.
“j-jisung”
“yes baby, what's wrong?”
he made an innocent face like he didn't just suck on your neck a few minutes ago. biting your lower lip, you tug his shirt to pull it off.
“let's go to the bedroom”
getting up, he carried you bridal style. you put your arms around his neck as you kiss the corner of his lips. placing you down as you've reached, he pinned you at the door.
looking away from his intense lustful stare, he smirked before grabbing your chin to look at him. closing the gap, he kissed you so hungrily. tugging his shirt, he pulled it off before he pulled yours.
placing his arms around you waist, he told you to jump. wrapping your legs around your waist, he walked to his bed. dropping you soft still kissing you, he broke the kiss first before going down to your chin and to your neck.
your chest was going up and down as your hands tug his hair, slightly scratching his scalp.
“p-please jisung”
his kisses then went in between your breasts, his hand going behind your back to unclip your bra. success, he pull it off before sucking and licking your breast as his free hand pinching the other breast.
moaning to let him know he was making you feel good, his hands make way to your sweatpants. pulling it off along with your underwear, the cool air made you moan.
by now, he was already at your clit eyeing it before taking a long lick. moaning loudly, he grab both of your inner thighs and push them apart so you wouldn't close it.
“fuck baby, you're so wet for me. good girl”
hearing him praise you sends something to your stomach, making your insides flip cartwheels. holding back a moan with your teeth on your lower lips, you tugged jisung's hair so he could eat you out.
“j-ji p-please”
now making eye contact with you, he smirked before raising an eyebrow.
“please what? you gonna need to use your words darling, i don't know what you want”
you were sure your face was red by now.
“please eat me out”
oh my god, how can she be so cute asking me to eat her out with those puppy eyes.
“good girl baby”
diving his head deeper, you could feel his hot breath on your clit and you clench over nothing because you're desperate to feel his mouth.
kissing the top of your clit, he spread open your clit and insert his tongue.
“oh my god fuck, you feel so good”
he moaned against your clit sending vibrations through your body making you arch your back and roll your eyes back.
“f-fuck jisung”
tugging his hair even harder, your legs were starting to shake from how good he was making you feel. the familiar feeling in your stomach indicates that you were going to come so you warned jisung.
“j-ji i'm gonna come”
his tongue didn't stop going in and out of your clit as his finger rub your clitoris in circular motions.
your legs shaking, you came. jisung laps your juices as some of it dropping at his chin and at the side of his mouth. biting your lips as you got turned on by the sight of him with your juices.
getting on top of you again, he kissed you so you could taste yourself.
“you taste nice right?”
he then remove his pants along with his boxers, his tip bright red and leaking precum. stroking his dick a few times, he aligned in front of your clit, bringing it up and down so your juices cover his dick.
inserting only his tip, you clenched around him.
“baby, if you keep doing that i can't fuck you”
you whimper making him chuckle and went in you without warning making you gasp and hit his chest.
“should've warned me dumbass”
kissing your nose as an apology, he place his hands beside your head and fucked you in a pace that isn't slow but isn't fast.
“you look pretty sexy right now baby”
crossing your legs around his waist so he could go deeper.
“ah please jisung, faster”
going faster, the familiar feeling in your stomach came back again. clenching around him more, he seem to know you're coming too.
“let's come together okay, just a little bit more baby”
trying not to come was torture, you had to grab the sheets below as your back arch.
“you can come now”
his thrusts were really sloppy as he came with groans and moans. his eyes were closed as his eyebrows furrowed, his head was turned back. trying to contain his groans, he bit his lip. getting both of your breathing back, he slowly took out his dick making sure not to hurt you.
you clench over emptiness as jisung got up to the bathroom. you closed your eyes as your chest rises up and down. you could hear water being filled in the bathtub and jisung's footsteps.
“i've run the bathtub, let's shower together”
he carried you bridal style as he walk towards the bathroom, placing you on the bathtub with warm water. jisung then went in with you behind, placing your body against his chest as your head on his shoulder.
“i always say this to other writers but since you have so many drafts (i think that's what you said??) take your time in writing it it's okay i can wait 🫶🏻 i know you have your own things to do because i do too HAHA”
This was such a great ask to see today 🥺 I’ve been having writer’s block & some doubts because my one-shots haven’t been doing well & this was so encouraging to both not push myself & just ASDGSCGACCVBSVHGS MUCH LOVE 😭😭😭💕💕💕
So delighted you enjoyed it 🥺 it was a really fun one & the requests being loved back is the happiest thing 🥰 love you too girlie 🫰🏻 & yeah these days I’ve been working more & having schedules plus a trip next week, so thanks for the reminder that taking a breather is ok!! I’d never fault another writer for that but we’re always our worst critics huh? 😔🤙🏻
LMAOS ya girl cut down to like 10 drafts & felt proud 💀 some of them were just not it & pruning them felt gOOD OMG!!! We are trying to focus on quality over here 😤😂😂😂
Hope you’re doing well & having a great day lovely 🥺🥰
