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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND YEDAM

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[sukkireads]

10:48 PM

pairing : bf!jongwoo x gf!reader

genre : suggestive fluff

warning : messy, teasing, kissing, intended make out, neck kisses.

note : this is a rewrite + lack of proof read (will read tmr morning) + i will post something new tomorrow night !!

word count : 0.7k

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The soft ticks of the oven clock filled the small kitchen, as the sweet aroma of warm vanilla and chocolate lingered in a sheet draped over the small apartment. The warm golden hue of the sun peaking through the curtain rests, painting the living room in warm rays.

A package of flour lay lifelessly on the counter, tilted on its side, spilling into a small mountain next to a half-bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. Bowls and spoons resting up in the sink, piling up in dirty dishes, and raw cookie batter. The quiet teases and soft chuckles fill the still room as the cookies rise in the oven, forgotten if it wasn't for the timer.

Your soft giggles fell hushed, hitting gently against your boyfriend’s chest, his figure towering over you, arms resting at your sides.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, leaning down close enough for his flour-dusted nose to brush against your cheek, as a string of small giggles fell about, your hand resting against his chest, pushing his body back as he inches closer, closing the minuscule space between you two, your hands resting against the kitchen counter.

“Jongwoo”

“Hm?” The warm touch of his hands tightening around the dip of your waist, squeezing the soft skin as his nose leaves a ticklish feeling, eliciting goosebumps on your exposed nape. The wet feeling of his lips pressing tightly against your neck in short kitty kisses. Your hand curling into his hair, softly pulling at the loose strands, body aching for more.

“Baby…”

You whisper back a response close to a mewl, as a hand rested against the cooling surface of the counter, tilting yourself for your boyfriend. His hand running down your hip, tightening around your thighs, his breath hitting warmly against your wet neck. Picking you up while resting you against the counter, making you hiss as the cold contact.

You giggle soothingly, shuffling back as he cages you in between his arms, resting between your legs.

You watch him with pink-tinted ears, the soft dusting of flour lightly resting across his cheek, with some streaks of white coating his hair in specks.

You chuckle softly as his smile mirrors yours, his hand searching for yours, intertwining your fingers with a light squeeze.

“Hi,” he whispers, his warm breath fanning over your lips, as yours twitches into a smile.

“Hi,” you whisper back, hand dancing above his shoulder, running behind his nape.

He chuckles knowingly, while lifting a hand to your face, brushing your floured cheek gently with his thumb, cupping it, while tilting your head up to face him. “You know how messy you look right now,” he snickers quietly, thumb lazily brushing against your bottom lip as you lean further into his touch.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice caught in his throat, as his eyes lazily dance across your face, resting at your gaze as you hum.

“So pretty, aren’t you,” he whispers, his hand finding your waist with a tight squeeze as you giggle at his words, a lazy smirk dancing on your lips.

“Pretty girls deserve a kiss, don't they?” you whisper to him while cocking your head every so slightly, watching his eyes widen gently, with a chuckle, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

A string of giggles filled the room as you pulled him towards you by his nape, hands running through the strands. Playfully tilting your chin up towards him, leaving an inch apart from his lips, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. Lips parting delicately with a lack of words, as he smiles, meeting your lips.

The sweet taste of the chocolate melted against the tip of your tongue, as you tug on his hair, eyes fluttering close with a small whimper against his lips.

“So pretty,” he murmurs against your mouth, fingers digging into your skin, drawing you closer. “My pretty girl.”

He groans against your mouth, hands curling into the fabric of your shirt as he pulls away with a pant. You whine with a furrowed brow, pulling him back to you as he chuckles between the kisses.

He breathes against your neck, hand sliding underneath the hem of your shirt, brushing gently against your warm skin, feeling goosebumps prick across your body.

“Baby”, he pleads, his voice in a low ache as you watch him breathlessly, hair messy with red flush spreading across his cheeks. The soft clicks of the timer mellow out in the background as you let out a shallow breath.

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[blossominghunnie]

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Pairing: Jongwoo x fem!reader

Summary: You loved your boyfriend’s new look so you decided to dye your hair to match with him.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: I started writing this when he was blonde, lmaooo. He looked too good, he was bias wrecking me sooo hard during that time, now he’s part of my bias line. 😭

“Hi, baby! I’m home.” Jongwoo called as he entered your shared apartment. “Where are you?”

“Hi, my love. In the bathroom!”

You heard his steps getting closer.

“Did you dye your hair?” He asked when he saw you as you had a plastic bag tied around your head.

The blonde haired hugged you. “Yep!”

“Oh, you didn’t tell me.”

“It was kind of an impulsive decision.” You giggled grabbing his broad shoulders.

“And what color did you choose?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Let’s eat, I brought take-out.”

You cheered. “I was starving.”

“I figured.” He laughed.

You walked out of the bathroom and strutted towards the dining table. You took a seat while Jongwoo brought the food.

“Thank you, love.” You smiled gratefully at him.

“No problem, sweets.”

You started talking about your day and about your boyfriend’s comeback.

While he talked, all you could do was stare at him. He was always handsome, he’s truly an attractive man but since he dyed his hair blonde he looked so pretty; it enhanced his features.

“Love?” You heard Jongwoo’s voice, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah?”

“Are you listening?”

“No.” You sheepishly answered. “I’m sorryyy, it’s just, you look sooo good with that hair color. It’s distracting.”

“Oh, is it distracting my baby?” He smirked and start tickling your sides.

“Jongwooo, stop.” You plead while laughing, which made him laugh with you.

You squirmed for a few seconds until he stopped, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek. Making you go red.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You finished eating and laid down together on the couch for a while, until an alarm went off.

“Oh, that’s mine. I’ll be right back, love.” You gave him a tender kiss on the lips and got up, walking directly to the bathroom and closing the door.

You removed the plastic bag and your clothes, placing them on the laundry basket. You took a quick shower, brushed your hair and dried it with the blowdryer, admiring your new look.

Satisfied, you exited the room and came back to the living room.

“Woo? Close your eyes.”

“You’re finally showing me?”

“Yep.” You stood in front of the coach.

“You can open them.”

Your boyfriend looked at you with a big smile, he couldn’t stop staring.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” He stood up and hug you by the waist.

“Thank you, love. I wanted to match with you.” Your hair was blonde with blue streaks.

Your boyfriend giggled. “So cute.”

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[badtitude]

≡ SECRET PROMISE !! YEOM TAEGYUN

(in which promises are made and never broken ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1345 words : angst + impossible love + childhood friends to lovers : no one reads onepact on here so this is fun, ill have to reread this but I think it like it. I initially wasn't going for a happy ending but it worked out in the end yippee !!

[  meet me at 12. ]

Thinking back on it, you often wondered if you truly did hate your middle school years, if your memories were reliable enough to judge your true feelings at the time. As distant as it felt, the constant pain in your chest that came with the memories never left you. 

A perduring reminder of the loneliness that surrounded you during those dark days. You liked to believe that all those dark feelings brought you to him, looking for a place to find refuge you found him. At the time it barely seemed significant, but as days went by the time you would spend in that space under the tunnel would grow, and slowly the strange boy would become your strange friend.

When you had nowhere to run to, nowhere to let out all your tears, you would let your feet lead you to the only place you knew. Knowing he would be there brought you a sense of comfort, even in the silence of his presence when you were still unfamiliar to each other, all you needed was that unspoken promise of his company.

As time passed you could feel your relationship concretizing itself. A box of tissues placed in your space, the spot you always sat, across from him in that spot you shared. Once you thanked him, you realized how curious you had been about him, asking him all sorts of questions, building up your odd connection. With Yeom Taegyun, you felt understood in numerous ways, words you couldn’t express, feelings you couldn’t decipher, they all found their sense in his refuge. 

[  i need to see you. ]

Once you found him it suddenly felt like nothing could go wrong again, you had each other for the good times and the bad, so you never felt as low as you did all those years ago, before him. The spot remained the same throughout the years despite your ever-changing lifestyles, you kept that as a timeless spot. 

In fact, time would stop at times under that abandoned tunnel, shared moments unspoken of outside of the darkness of your spot. Secrets of lips connecting, feelings unveiling, truths spoken, a deeper love blossomed beyond your control. He had a way of making you feel like your heart was safe in his care, like he had harboured all the love he had in his chest just for you to lose yourself in it. Loving him felt like the most natural thing, knowing that you would love through success and defeat, you never wanted to let go of what you had.

You tried your best to dream and let your hopes take over, but those moments were shared in secret for a reason, nothing ever came easily for you. Despite your similarities, your differences held a stronger weight far beyond your control. 

At first it came in quiet warnings whispered into his ears, people surrounding him telling him to distance himself from you knowing it wouldn’t end in your favor, but neither of you took them seriously at the time. Being young, you believed you were the masters of your own faiths, and social class and upbringing were just details. 

Soon enough you came to learn you had no power when it came to the things you truly wanted, as you got older he would grow farther from your reach. The fact was you didn’t choose the families you were born into, he went to international instituts while you had to settle with local schools, his future was bright while yours was uncertain. Still he tried to show you that none of it mattered to him, that he would fight to keep what you had.

Sadly, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, his face, stature, attire, it would all remind you of the warning you had heard once upon a time. You couldn’t hold onto the illusion as tightly as you once did.

[  one last time. ]

You distanced yourself from him, the comfort you once found in his presence had become a melancholic feeling. Whenever you had thoughts of him, sensing that emptiness in the space he would usually fill up, it was never hard to find him. Fingers hovering over your keyboard as you tried to find the words, even without typing them out he would find you first. 

At the time you loved that he made it so easy, but now you were left with a bottle with words left unsaid. This time he would be leaving for good, and all the moments you had shared would become passing memories. Once again you wanted to ignore the reality of things, act like you would be fine, hope that it wouldn’t pain you as much, but you couldn’t make the same mistakes you did. 

When you first heard the news you had to hide your disappointment, it was good news for him, you wanted to be happy for him. You could feel his eyes on you analysing your reaction, you could see in his eyes he was searching for any sign from you, a clear signal screaming “don’t go”, but you couldn’t give it to him. 

This time you would be the one to send the text, he knew where to find you and you knew he would come. Knowing it could be the last time you would see each other brought back the awkwardness of your middle school days. Time felt like an absurd concept under that tunnel, standing side by side in complete silence never felt more comforting.

“You’re leaving on Monday right?” You turned over to him filling the quiet space with a soft echo, he nodded with a tight lipped smile, his gaze trailed off following the train tracks that lead out the dark shelter. 

“I’ll miss this–”

“You can say you don’t want me to go, you know?” His eyes found yours, he knew he was right, but he also knew you wouldn’t admit it. With a light scoff you turned your gaze away from him, you wanted to try to be reasonable for him, but he could read right through you. 

“It’s not that simple.” You couldn’t help but wonder as you forced the words out your throat if that wasn’t just an excuse, if it really wasn’t just as simple as that.

“It is.” His voice brought your eyes back up to his, a soft furrow in your brows as you stared at him searching for your words.

“Let’s not do this. You’re leaving in two days, it will be a good thing for you.” Now it was his eyebrows scrunching in return, a wave of disbelief washing across his face as he let out a short laugh. 

“There’s a lot of things that are good for me doesn’t mean I have to do them.” He gave you a soft smile, knowing you couldn’t avoid it as easily. No matter how you looked at it, he had no intentions of not having you in his life.

All the moments you spent away from him telling yourself you weren’t good enough for him, all lead up to this moment, where you had to decide if that was truly what you wanted. His insistent questions, the hopeful glimmer in his eyes, he needed true confirmation that you didn’t actually want this unnecessary space you had built up. 

“Besides you’ve been so good to me.” You could feel the slight tingling in your eyes as tears welled up, the feeling of his hand brushing against your cheek as he cupped your face brought a sense of relief. You let your eyes shut close, taking in the warmth of his touch.

“I really don’t want you to go Tae.” Through your tears your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him with an apologetic frown. Saying the words out loud seemed like such a selfish thing before, but now it just felt honest.

“When you say it like that, I couldn’t possibly leave you.” 

[mirisss]

One Pact confessing to their crush

One Pact x gn! reader (mostly, mentions reader wearing a dress in Seongmin’s part)

One pact confessing to their crush

Wordcount ≈ 1.8k 

Warnings: Some self-doubt, insecurities mentioned in Seongmin’s part (not liking how your body looks in some clothes), 

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!

Yoon Jongwoo

Jongwoo tried to play it very cool when he confessed to his crush. He was good friends with you, but throughout the last 3 months, he had tried to be more touchy and do more boyfriend things. All to see your reactions and see if maybe just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated. 

He gave you extra long hugs, a lot of lingering touches, kisses on the forehead and your cheeks, and even some on your nose. He gave you more compliments, he drove you pretty much everywhere, and he payed whenever you ordered anything or ate out. Each action brought out reactions from you, shocked looks, small gasps, blushing, and habits such as biting your very kissable lips, and much more. 

After 3 months, he decided that it was time to risk everything. He was going to confess. Jongwoo prepared your favorite flowers, your favorite candy, and a cute plushie of your favorite animal. He walked toward your door, knocked on it, and then he waited. When you opened the door, you were shocked to find Jongwoo standing on the other side holding the flowers and everything. 

You opened your mouth, about to say something when Jongwoo interrupted you. “Before you say anything, hear me out,” You just nodded in response. “I like you, (Y/n), a lot, like I’m in love with you, and I hope you like me too,” Once he finished his little monologue he gave you a cute smile. You broke out into a smile happily taking the flowers from him. “Of course, I like you too!”   

Jay Chang

Jay had asked you to come to watch him do some busking in the streets, you said yes, I mean who would want to miss an opportunity to listen to Jay sing? You loved his voice so it was a no-brainer. He was so happy to see you standing there despite the rain as the autumn weather was catching up with the world. Jay noticed that your jacket wasn’t very thick so between some songs he hurriedly gave you an extra jacket that he had brought, you happily took it and put it over you. 

Jay began singing some songs, one that you didn’t recognize, it took a while for you to notice that it was an original song of his because of the fact that it seemed so familiar. He sang about falling in love with his best friend, the more you listened the more you recognized the things he sang about, moments you had spent together. You began thinking that Jay was being serious, that he was in love with you. 

As the song came to an end, Jay took hold of the mic, bringing it with him toward you, he stopped right in front of you, singing the last line, “I give you my heart to keep, please be mine” he reached out with his free hand toward you, in it laid a necklace with a beautiful heart charm. Jay looked nervous as he gazed into your eyes, wishing that you’d accept his heart. You took the necklace from him, holding it close to you, nodding your head. The people around you cheered and clapped their hands, happy for the new young couple. 

Oh Seongmin

Seongmin did not plan on confessing the day that he did. He had a whole plan and everything, however, he ended up throwing the plan away when he sporadically confessed. The two of you were out shopping like any other day the two of you did some serious shopping where you bought things you needed and also some joke shopping where you picked the ugliest clothes you could find and tried them on. Sharing a laugh at the ridiculous outfits you put together. 

“Minnie, I have to buy a new dress for that event next week, help me find a good one?” “Of course,” He smiled brightly as always, leading you into a store that displayed many beautiful dresses, all of which would look amazing on you, he thought. You looked through many dresses, finding some that you wanted to try on. After finding 12 dresses that you liked, the two of you headed over to the fitting rooms. You tried on the first dress, it was beautiful but the fabric wasn’t very nice, it was a bit itchy, so on to the next one it was. And so you continued for a while, no dress felt 100%. You were now at the last one. The fabric was soft and nice, the color complemented your skin wonderfully, when you stepped out of the changing room, Seongmin felt his heart racing, you looked absolutely stunning. 

“Woah,” “I know, it doesn’t look good at all, on me I mean, the dress is perfect, but not for me,” “What do you mean? You look stunning, amazing,” “You’re only saying that to be nice,” “No, I’m not, I’m being honest. (Y/n), look at me,” He turned you around, standing behind you, the two of you faced the big mirror in the fitting room. He gazed at you lovingly as he explained each detail that made you look beautiful. “You’re perfect, (Y/n), always have been and you always will be in my eyes, because I love you,” The second he said it, he realized that the words had slipped from his mouth. “You love me?” “I’m in love with you, (Y/n), I truly am,” You turned around, now facing him. “I love you too, Seongmin, will you be my date to the event?” “No force in the world could stop me,” 

Yeom Taegyun / TAG

Tag didn’t know how to bring it up in a conversation. He had tried for months, yet whenever he tried, the words escaped him. He could write thousands of songs and sing and rap without a problem, but facing the love of his life and telling them that he was in love with them was impossible. After consulting with one of his good friends, Jongwoo, he was given the idea of writing a love letter. One letter turned into ten. He had so much to say and once he began writing, he just couldn’t stop. The words and emotions flowed out of him as a river running down a mountain. 

Tag began secretly sending you these letters, one each week. You were surprised that you had a secret admirer, but you were very intrigued, trying to figure out who it could be. Telling Tag about all of your suspicions and the candidates for the position. Tag was disappointed when he wasn’t one of them. He persisted and kept sending you the letters, each one making you feel more and more special. “Tag, you don’t understand the way this guy writes is just magical. It’s like he’s painting a picture with words. No one I’ve dated before has ever said these things or treated me like I’m special, this guy makes me feel seen, like he loves me for me and not my body or something superficial,” After that conversation, Tag went home to write a new letter, one he would give you the day after. 

When you woke up that morning, a familiar envelope lay in front of your door after being delivered earlier in the morning. You ran over to it, opening it immediately. The text inside shocked you to your very core. 

Dear (Y/n), unless I’ve been unclear in earlier letters, I’m in love with you. To me you shine as bright as the sun, coloring my world in bright light, bringing me to life. You are so much more than just your appearance, your soul and your being makes me believe in angels because you must be one. I’ve tried telling you how special you are for years and I’ve tried to confess my love for months, yet whenever I look into your sparkling eyes and see your smile, I can’t think. I get lost in your beauty. I’ll be waiting at our spot by the Han River from 12. If you reciprocate my feelings, come meet me there, if you don’t, just forget about this and don’t show up. I’ll get over it. But please, I hope you like me too. 

Love, your Taggy

You looked at the clock, it was 11. You got dressed and began your commute over to the spot where you and Tag always hang out. Ready to kiss him on the lips because you too had loved him for years. 

Lee Yedam

Yedam, like Seongmin, confessed accidentally. He was torn between whether or not he should say something or not, he could come up with equal pros and cons to confessing and not confessing. He truly didn’t know what to do. So in his torn and tired state, he took out his phone, and wrote a long message to his good friend, Jay, asking for advice on if he should confess or not. What he didn’t notice was that he clicked on your name instead of Jay’s in his messaging app. 

* Yedam, who is it you’re thinking of confessing to? 

* (Y/n), of course. Who else? Jay come on, you know I’m only in love with (Y/n)

You were shocked to read your own name, and then see Jay’s. Yedam thinks he’s messaging Jay, and not me. 

* Right, sorry. Dude, Idk what you should do. Maybe just say it? 

* But what if she doesn’t like me back? 

* I think you’ll be fine, Ye

Yedam didn’t react at first, but then he saw it. The only one who calls him Ye is you. He looked at the contact, clearly saying “(Y/n) 💕🥹🥰” and not “Jay-hyung 👍”

* (Y/n) omg, um, this was a joke. Okay, hehe, a joke

* so like don’t think about, okay?

*Ye, tell me the truth. Do you like me? Like you know, like like me

It took a while before he answered

* Yes. Please don’t hate me 🥺

* Come over to my place so we can talk face to face? 

* Already on my way!

Yedam hurried over to your place, scared and nervous, yet a little excited. After he knocked on your door, you opened it within seconds, before he could even say hello, you put your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours and kissing him. “I like you too, Lee Yedam,” 

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jay is so toddler/kidcore to me qwq like thats my goofy lil guy!!! he's so dinosaur, juicebox, putting stickers on your face coded *nods sagely* i also miss him dearly esp with then new album out T^T

hope you like it anon!!

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JONGWOO

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND TAG

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