genre: fluff | wc: 360 | bf!mingyu x reader
a/n: sigh... mingyu... gyu... kim mingyu... ugh... mingoo... king of nose picking...
there's no such thing as getting up when it comes to your boyfriend, kim mingyu. mingyu, who refuses to let you go. and as much as you dread waking him, you both know you can't be in bed all day.
the weight of his body on yours keeps you pinned to the mattress, his soft snores tickling your skin. his embrace is tight, arms locked around your waist and head resting on your chest.
his hair is messy due to the tossing and turning, and you can't see his face, but you can picture his usual cute pout while he sleeps.
you assumed it was past 9 when you felt your stomach growl. which left you with your only problem now; this big man on top of you.
"gyu," you whisper, still recovering from your slumber.
you place your hands on his bare back, lightly shaking him as if that would do anything.
"mingyu," you try a bit louder, "get off me."
he still doesn't wake, sleeping soundly against your chest. the warmth of mingyu's body tempts you to join him, but you don't fall for it.
you whine as you try to wiggle out his grasp, "come on, gyu,"
when you feel his grip tighten on your waist, you scoff at his undisturbed face, realizing he was awake now. "seriously?"
mingyu's lips curl into a smile, though his eyes remain closed.
"mingyu," you say more firmly, lightly poking his side. "i know you're awake. let me go."
he finally cracks an eye open, the drowsiness in his gaze replaced by a playful glint. "but you're so comfy," he murmurs, his voice husky from his sleep. his head nuzzles further into your chest, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.
you huff, torn between annoyance and amusement. "you're just so irresistible, aren't you?"
mingyu stirs as a low grumble escapes his lips. "very," he mutters.
you sigh, already giving up. your fingers run through his messy hair, gently scratching his scalp in a way you know he loves. once you heard his little snores again, you knew you were a goner. besides, breakfast wasn't that important, was it?
genre: fluff, married life :P | wc: 710 | husband!seungcheol x reader
about: choi seungcheol, your husband, who would do anything to see you happy.
a/n: happy late (don't come for me😭) birthday to scoops<3 (this was rotting in my drafts... i love you cheol, forgive me)
with a slight nip in the air, the breaths between the two of you were visible. it's late, and you're not sure why your husband dragged you out in your backyard—which was decorated in what seems to resemble a festival. it's a surprise he told you.
"okay, so... i know it's not fireworks," seungcheol began, revealing two sparklers, "but it's close enough, right?"
you blink before smiling. "sparklers?"
he nods. "i know you really wanted to see them this year," he says, putting one in your hand, "so, i'm sorry we couldn't make it. but if you think about it, sparklers are just tiny fireworks! plus, it's way more personal, too."
"cheol," you laugh, feeling your disappointment wash away as he lit one with a lighter. "you didn't have to..."
"hush, baby," he interrupts, motioning his lighter to the sparkler in your hand. "come here."
the sparks crackles between you, casting a glow over both of your faces. seungcheol waves his sparkler like a child at a birthday party, his toothy smile making your heart swell.
you shook your head at how hard he was trying to cheer you up, but the truth is, you couldn't envision something more perfect than this. "okay, okay," you say, holding your sparkler out toward him. "i admit, this is not what i expected but..."
his gaze softens, playfulness wearing off. "i just didn't want you to miss out on the fun."
you bit your lip, feeling a little flutter in your chest. “you really didn’t have to go through all this—i mean, when did we even have all these decorations in the house?”
he shrugs, leaning a bit closer with a grin. “don't worry about it,” he chirps, pecking your forehead.
his hair, slightly tousled from the breeze, curled at the edges of his forehead, framing his dark eyes that reflected the sparks as they flicker between you. seungcheol had that effect—one of many that you couldn't help but ogle over. not to mention his thoughtfulness, always surprising you even more on how much he really cares for you.
"you’re staring," he teases, catching your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
you feel cheeks heat up, and quickly avert your eyes, pretending to focus on the sparkler in your hand. "i... i wasn’t staring. i was... just thinking."
"yeah? about?" he uttered, his tone light, but you could feel the shift in the air. he steps closer, closing the small space.
a giggle slips from your lips, your eyes meeting his, seeing the way the warm light of the sparklers dances across his face. "okay, maybe i was staring a little."
he chuckles lowly, a soothing sound that made you feel like a teenager with a crush. "you can stare all you want," he says quietly, smugness replaced with something gentler, almost tender. "i don’t mind."
seungcheol's hand brushes yours lightly as he adjusts his grip on the sparkler, the brief touch sending a tingle up your arm. he didn’t pull away, and neither did you. his fingers stayed close, not quite intertwined with yours.
"i was just thinking... thinking about how i'm so grateful for you," you confess, "thank you for this, cheol, really. i couldn't have it any other way."
his eyes crinkle. "you don't have to thank me," he says, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "i'd do this for you everyday if i could."
seungcheol lifts his free hand to gently brush his fingers on your face. his touch lingers, his thumb graze your cheek. "you deserve to be happy," he murmurs, "and if i can be a part of that, then that's enough for me."
your breath hitches at his words, and for a second, you couldn't find your voice. you lean in, resting your forehead against his, the sparklers crackling in the background.
"i am happy," you whisper back, your voice full of joy. "as long as you light my sparkler, i always will be."
the last sparks of the sparklers die down, leaving behind only the soft glow of the backyard decorations. seungcheol leans forward and presses his lips to yours, a gentle kiss.
when he pulls back, his eyes twinkle. "i promise i'll always light them for you."
genre: fluff, idol au | wc: 350 | warnings: pulling out hair (/j) | bf!mingyu x reader
about: mingyu works too hard... so he sleeps. on you.
a/n: um... mingyu soft hours?!?
"hey, your eyes are drooping..."
mingyu blinks away from his lyric sheet, your figure suddenly in front of him. his lips part to speak but his brain is too slow to process anything.
the bags under his eyes are heavy, his slouched back over the table, and abandoned papers sprawled out tell you everything you need to know.
you shake your head at his sluggish form. "you've been sitting there for hours, gyu."
he smiles at you—you're always looking out for him and worried for nothing, he thinks. "just need to finish this..."
"nuh-uh," you murmured, crouching down beside him and taking the pen out of his hand. "you have to sleep now."
he sighs and reaches for the pen. "y/n—"
"mingyu," you sternly say, brushing a stray strand out of his face. "i said you have to sleep now."
"but jihoon needs this by tomorrow," he whines, leaning into your touch. "you know, he's counting on me, babe..."
you scoff at his pout, your fingers gently tightening on his hair. "if i don't see you in bed, i'm seriously gonna pull your hair out."
mingyu looks at you with a grin, finding the threat rather funny.
"just finish it tomorrow, gyu," you plead, cupping his face, "you're no good to jihoon half-asleep."
he chuckles, now leaning onto you, "fine..." he mutters with a playful smirk. he suddenly nudges you backward, and before you know it, you're both lying on the carpet.
"hey, wait a minute—" you muttered, realizing what he's up to.
"m'just sleeping like you said to..." he slurs.
you narrow your eyes at him. "okay, but this isn't the bed, mingyu!"
"close enough," he mumbles, eyes already half-closed as he snuggles into your side.
you poke his cheek. "i swear, if you fall asleep on me right now, i will pull your hair out."
"you wouldn't..." he lazily hums.
you huff, finding yourself adjusting to make him more comfortable.
"i'll let you off this time," you whisper, leaning your head against his, "but only because you need it..."
mingyu doesn’t respond, already fast asleep. jihoon can wait anyway.
genre: fluff, est. relationship | wc: 300 | bf!vernon x overworked!reader
a/n: does anyone get casually bias wrecked by vernon... *cries sobs screams*
he yawned, stretching his arm to grab the remote on the coffee table. his fingers fumbled with the buttons, fatigue slowly wearing off. the tv shut off, cutting in the middle of the scene's action—he wasn’t going to finish this one anyway.
with a sigh, vernon got off his back, making his way into your shared room. he’s sure you’re awake right now, despite the late hours. and he didn’t want to bother you earlier, knowing you had a deadline for this project.
he cautiously twists the knob, not even a creek from his grip, worried it might disturb you. as quiet as he can be, he’s surprised to see you not doing work.
your slouched over your desk, face in the seas of scattered papers, documents, or whatever you were given by your professor. the laptop screen is black, which he figures you had probably passed out a while ago.
the dim light from the hallway casts a soft glow on your face, making your desk seem less chaotic. he can see the faint crease in your brow, as if you were still worrying about your work, even in slumber. it makes vernon grin, his heart swelling.
he stares at you as he picks up an extra blanket. before draping it over your shoulders, he leans down to check on your breathing, relieved to see the soft rise and fall of your back.
gently, he smooths the line with his thumb before carefully draping the blanket over your shoulders, tucking it in just enough so it won’t slip off. he brushes a few stray strands of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.
“you’re working too hard,” vernon mumbles to no one in particular, more a thought than a statement. but i’m proud of you.
genre: fluff, light angst (T_T while writing) | wc: 330 | husband!jeonghan x reader
a/n: just my husband and i looking back at our wedding memories...
"honey, look at this one!" you giggle, showing him the polaroid.
jeonghan perks from the dining table, seeing you and the scattered pictures in the living room. curious, he makes his way to sit by you, taking the image out of your hand. "are these our..."
"wedding photos that we haven't seen? yeah..."
he scoffs playfully at the polaroid, the memory of soonyoung sobbing in his seat, too fuzzy to remember. whoever took these did no justice to him.
his fingers traced the other polaroids on the table, lingering on a particular one of the two of you. embraced in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, smiling like no one was watching.
"you looked beautiful that night," he says, nudging your side.
you leaned into him, cheek pressing onto his arm and eyes shifting to the picture. "you weren't too bad yourself."
he looked down at you with a smirk before tossing the polaroid back onto the table. his hands perfectly molded into yours as he pulled you up from the cushions.
"jeonghan-"
"you know," he whispers, taking you into his arms like that night of your wedding, "i really wished we could've just slow dance together all night."
you raised your brows, "our parents literally recorded like 30 minutes of us dancing."
"yeah, but not like this," he spins you gently, pulling you back into his arms.
"you're so cheesy..." you laugh quietly, melting in his arms.
he shrugs with a teasing smile. "just making up for lost time." his hands tighten around your waist, guiding you in a slow sway that mirrors the memory.
something about no wedding guests, no flashing cameras... just you and him. jeonghan could not have it any better.
"still think i wasn't too bad?" his voice low, lips hovering near your ear.
you shut your eyes, grinning as you rest your head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart like the rhythm of the instrumentals you remember. "no, you were perfect."
a/n 2: this isn't even angst LOL... i;m just gonna miss jeonghan so bad
genre: fluff, comfort | wc: 430 | warnings: crying over spilled food lol | bf!vernon x reader
a/n: i feel like vernon would drop spaghetti on your outfit by accident
there's a sting of disappointment in you as vernon leads you outside the restaurant. it doesn't linger any less when you enter the cool evening air.
"it's really not that bad," he tries to reassure you, his hand gentle on your shoulder. he pulls you away from the exit, trying to distract you from looking at your outfit.
"you're right," you mumble before peering at the bright red stain. "it's really bad."
vernon shakes his head and steps in front of you, using both his hands to make you gently face him. his leather jacket creaks slightly as he moves, the black material contrasting with his perfectly styled hair.
his dark eyes search yours, that apologetic look of his that makes your heartache. but the corners of his lips twitch as if he's trying to hold back a laugh.
"y/n, please," he says tenderly. "it's just spaghetti sauce."
"that is now stained in the fabric!" you bite your lips, tears welling up no matter how hard you try to hold them back. "i just wanted to look good for you." you whisper, your voice cracking.
vernon's eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips. seeing him, you can't help but feel your smile threaten through the pout.
"and you do," he says firmly, thumbs brushing against your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears.
you sigh. "no, vernon—"
"and a little spaghetti sauce isn't going to change that," he interrupts. "you looked pretty when you walked in, and you're still pretty when we walked out."
he faintly steps back, taking the sight of you under the soft glow of the moonlight, and knows he's fallen in love again. everything about you makes his heart swell, the way the light reflects on your skin and how your hair catches the breeze.
and here you are, on the verge of more tears and a spaghetti-stained outfit, yet you're still the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
"i think i just fell in love with you again," he blurts without thinking.
you blink, confused and a bit startled but it makes you forget about the stain. he shook his head again, quickly brushing off his spoken-out-loud inner thought.
"uh, babe, i'm really sorry about the spaghetti," vernon squeezes your hand, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin. "so, what do you say we forget about the spaghetti 'n walk around? get some ice cream?"
you nod, a small grin forming through your own tears. "y-yeah, okay," you agree. "you're paying for the dry cleaner, though." you say, hand tightening in his.
genre: fluff, secret relationship | wc: 670 | warnings: mentions of being drunk? | secret bf!jeonghan x reader
a/n: i love long-haired jeonghan BUT short-haired jeonghan... oh my lord... this is also a bit rushed, hopefully, it's not too noticeable!
whoever gave soonyoung the mic, he sure as hell isn't singing. instead, he's shouting at seungkwan through the booming speakers for whatever reason that there may be—most likely about something petty.
if you were drunk too, you'd be just as indulged as they were. but someone is making it hard to even care what's going on in the karaoke room. and if anyone else in the room was sober, they'd be able to see the literal hearts in his eyes.
jeonghan sits across from you, grinning as the lively scene of the two other men unfolds. no matter how much you motion for him to stop looking at you like he is, his stare somehow makes you feel more shy.
of course, jeonghan knows exactly what he's doing. he doesn't miss the subtle nervousness you try to hide from the others—if anything, he's enjoying the thrill of anyone who could become suspecting of the two of you.
you can feel his eyes on you as you get up when you decide it's time to leave. you take a breath before walking over to the food bar where you pack some leftovers for the next day.
jeonghan raises his brow at your sudden leave, rising from his seat to follow from behind.
"leaving so soon?" his voice soft, almost teasing.
you glance over your shoulder, snapping the lid on the container. "well, i have to go in early tomorrow. can't be too exhausted."
"but you're gonna miss the most memorable part of this," he chuckles, referring to soonyoung and seungkwan dispute.
you scoff, shaking your head. "and then, i'll miss my hearing if i stay any longer,"
jeonghan's lips crack a smile as he leans in closer to you. his hands find their way to the small of your back. he pulls you gently towards him in a comforting manner but enough to make your breath hitch.
"jeonghan," you whisper, eyes darting around the room but doing nothing to stop him. "someone might see..."
but you know no one's paying attention to what you and jeonghan are doing, yet the thought of confrontation at the moment did not sound fun while everyone was wasted.
"you're really gonna leave me?" he pouts, putting his chin on your shoulder. "leave me here with our drunk friends?"
your eyes sided at jeonghan. "you can leave too, hannie,"
"well, someone has to drive them home," he whines, nuzzling closer.
you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile that tugs at your lips. "well, aren't you such a good friend?"
"yeah..." he mumbles, arms now fully wrapped around you. "am i able to see you after work, though?"
you tilt your head to look up at jeonghan, returning the hug. "could you come over to my place as well?"
jeonghan's grin is boyish, his eyes lighting up. "it'd be my pleasure, angel,"
you sort of cringed at the nickname, but regardless, you loved it when he called you such. removing yourself from his arms, you head to the exit while giving him a playful smile. "see you then, jeonghan,"
before stepping out of the room, you feel a grip on your arm, slightly pulling you back. jeonghan stops you from exiting completely, still wanting you to stay with him longer.
with a low voice, he bends down to your level. "just one more hug before you leave?" his eyes are begging. "please?"
now you grin at jeonghan. "clingy, much?" but you embrace him anyway, hugging him closely.
his tone becomes sassy, yet he gives in. "yeah, well, you make it impossible to not be,"
the moment couldn't feel more perfect, but soonyoung's voice cuts through the air—through the very loud speakers, startling the both of you. "group hug!"
before you know it, soonyoung has his arms wrapped around the two of you, squeezing your bodies tight. you couldn't help but laugh while being squashed between the two men. jeonghan groans at him, but his grip on you doesn't loosen.
jeonghan must really love hugging you, you figured.
genre: fluff | wc: 520 | warnings: allergies | bf!vernon x reader
a/n: my cat's name is jeolmi. i also found out recently that vernon (cat lover) is allergic to cats !
“vernon, are you crying?”
his brown teary eyes look up at you, still petting your cat on the floor.
“no?” he sniffles.
the disapproving look on your face scared no one, not even vernon. no matter how many times you tell him, he never listens, he just has to pet your cat, jeolmi.
“babe, your eyes are kinda red,” you try reasoning. “y’know, you shouldn’t stay around her for too long, ‘cause your allergies…”
“m’fine,” he says, turning away from you to put his full attention on your cat. “plus, i can handle it.” he coos.
the feline follows his touch, urging him to keep petting. as much as you thought it was cute and all—vernon babying your cat and somewhat ignoring you—you wonder how long he can even manage to withstand his allergies. sure, they weren’t too bad to begin with, and you know it’d be the least of his worries if it meant being able to play with jeolmi.
“you’re so cute, mimi,” he says, cupping the cat’s face, causing yours to scrunch.
you sigh and move away from the kitchen island to the living room where vernon and jeolmi sit. even though he hears you, he doesn’t turn around to see you, which makes you pout. once behind him, you grab his hair, lightly pulling his head back so he can look up at you.
“hey,” you grumble. “i know jeolmi is so cute and you like her and she likes you, but—”
“but what?” he says playfully while jeolmi uses her paws to place on his chest.
jeolmi makes a noise as if she is trying to get vernon’s attention back on her. you whine at this when vernon brings his head back down to make more cooing noises at her.
you let yourself fall behind his back, wrapping your arms around his waist. you don’t see his face, but he’s smirking because he’s knowingly trying to tease you.
“but what, babe?”
your lips pursed. “but i’m here too,” you whine again, pushing your face into his back. “and i’m cute too…” you muffle in the fabric.
vernon lets go of jeolmi, leaving her to continue her daily routine. he turns his body with your arms still around his waist making you fall into his lap. his hands meet your waist and he pulls you closer in his embrace, giving you the same treatment as he did with jeolmi.
“y/n, are you jealous?” he asks, hearing the dorky grin in his voice.
you don’t answer him but your arms tightening around him tells him everything he needs to know.
“i only love you,” he grins, that stupid dorky grin you can still hear. “just saying.”
“you mean i’m the only human you love,” you mumble. “you love my cat more than me.”
vernon snorts and you feel his stomach huff. he chuckles uncontrollably, making you sit up and stare at him in disbelief. scoffing, you turn to crawl away but he quickly hugs you again. you feel his breath come closer to your ear.
“you’re the only one i love,” he whispers, hugging you tighter.
