Helo >:) Please 18. from touch prompts with Jeonghan >:)))
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jeonghan (svt) + foreheads leaned against one another | fluff
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When did this ritual start? You have no idea. Jeonghan probably remembers; another item on the list of things that never ceases to amaze you - the way he effortlessly remembers even the most ridiculous, unimportant things. Or rather, that which over time becomes important, if not essential. It’s like he has a sixth sense for these things. He’s never wrong. Or maybe he works to make them special. You wouldn’t be surprised.
You’re startled out of your thoughts by a soft peck to your lips. Jeonghan gives you a mischievous smile when your eyes refocus on his, wide with surprise. This close, he could easily start kissing you, could easily make this lead to more, but he doesn’t. Because that’s not what this is about. His nose nudges against yours.
“Where did you go?” he whispers, his hand cradling your cheek, thumb stroking your skin. He could pull you closer, though there’s very little space between your faces, your foreheads pressed together. This is enough, though, sharing this precious bubble of comfort, far away from the world.
In the steam filled bathroom, he looks like an apparition. His hair is wet, pushed back so he could see you better although his hair is nowhere long enough to obscure his vision. Droplets of water cling to his skin and oh, how you understand them. His eyes are warm. So close you can appreciate each and every hue that makes up his iris.
“Just thinking,” you lean into his touch briefly, shifting closer to him. The water laps at the walls of the tub, warming up your body more. It’s almost lukewarm, however. A sign that time’s gotten away from you again.
He hums, leaning closer to capture your lips once more. A nice, sweet peck and nothing more.
“I was also thinking,” he murmurs, lips still brushing against yours. Gently, he urges you closer. Your bodies move on instinct, never close enough. Fitting together as if you wanted to crawl inside each other’s skin comes naturally now. “About how nice this place is.”
You chuckle. This place. Your shared home. The home where there’s still a few boxes waiting to be unpacked. The home where the air still smells somewhat artificial and clinical, the smell of a new and unlived in space. But the home that’s yours.
All these ridiculous deflections because Jeonghan can’t say i love you outright. Or say it enough.
“Thinking about how good the dinner was.”
“Thinking about how you cling to me in your sleep.”
“Alright, I think you can unpause it now,” you say with uncertainty lingering in your voice. Minghao doesn’t comment on it but you’re pretty sure he smirks.
“I was just teasing,” he says, as if to comfort you, “I trust you.”
That’s not at all what he suggested when you asked him, full of confidence, if you could braid his hair now that it’s getting long. Just to experiment, just to pass time. To bond. His words were only if you find a tutorial, I want it to be perfect. You’re trying, you really are. But his teasing did damage your confidence quite a lot. Something you’ve tried not to show but you think he can see the cracks now.
Anyway, you follow the tutorial, step by step as it plays out on the screen in front of you. It’s simple. It’s something you’ve already done before - and Minghao knows this, hence why he did also tell you that maybe you don’t need the guide after all. But at that point there was no way you’d try without it. You really do want it perfect. If for no other reason, then for him to trust you in the future. Maybe when his hair grows even longer and you’ll have more to work with.
“Can you show me?” he asks suddenly, and thank god he pauses the video because you malfunction for a second.
“A-are you sure?” you hesitate, “It’s not done, it looks like a big mess.”
He only chuckles, reaching behind his back to take your hand and brings it to his lips.
“I’m sure,” he reassures you, “You’re doing well.”
So you take the phone and snap a few pictures for him, awkwardly, since he refuses to let go of your other hand. You show him and he hums. He sounds… pleased. Contrary to your expectations.
“It looks neat,” he comments, presses another kiss to the back of your hand, “Better than the inspiration.”
You laugh, some of the tension leaves your body.
“And thank you for being so careful,” he continues, “That lady seems to be pulling on the hair too much.”
“Yeah, but she can afford it since her client is a mannequin,” you sigh, “My client is a diva, so I don’t have that privilege.”
“Your client won’t return if you call him that again,” he chuckles, finally letting go of your hand.
You return to the task after playing the video again.
“And thank you,” Minghao says, his voice lower and earnest now, “For doing this for me. It’s really nice.”
You bite your lip.
“Yeah? I really like it too. Your hair feels so smooth,” you feel yourself melt, finally not stressing. Although it might be a rash reaction.
“The stylists might suggest doing something to my hair soon,” he smiles, “So I’m glad it’s you who does it first.”
Now that does make your heart flutter and your hands tremble for a whole different reason.
Even though he’s seen you naked countless of times, Jun seems in awe every time he helps you lift your shirt, ease down your pants - hell the guy seems absolutely devoted if he helps you out of your shoes at the end of the night.
You try to act annoyed, a defense, a wall he has yet to scale. He sees right through your tricks though, so he rarely coos at your shyness. Whether out of the goodness of his heart or because he wears a matching blush when he catches you admiring him all the same as he does, you don’t know.
Jun always insists, ever since the beginning of your relationship, that he prefers to help you dress. It’s more intimate, he says, there’s a different feeling to it, almost more vulnerable. You think about it again while his hands skim your bare sides and his lips place a barely there kiss to your shoulder. His arms wrap around your middle, pulling your back to his equally naked chest.
“The water will get cold,” you whisper with a smile even as the steam rises from the surface.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he murmurs. Like he won’t have you in his lap as soon as you both get inside the tub. You hum.
“You shouldn’t have undressed me then,” you tease, “We have to get in now.”
He shakes his head stubbornly, his forehead falling to rest against your shoulder. You’d think you’re leaving for weeks - or he is. Yet it’s just a couple of seconds before you’re reunited in the hot bath that’s supposed to help you both relax. So far it only seems more stressful.
“Come on, Junnie,” you croon, “It’s gonna be more comfortable. And I won’t be going anywhere once we get in.”
Instead, his lips meet your skin again. If possible, the touch is even lighter than last time. It sends shivers down your spine and raises goosebumps all over your body. He notices, finally pulling away enough to rub his hands up and down your arms.
“Go on, you’re cold,” he frowns. You don’t correct him.
He follows right behind you, settling against the back of the tub and as you predicted, pulls you sideways into his lap. You initiate this time, capturing his lips with yours. He sighs into the kiss, resting his head against your shoulder again when you part.
He remains silent. He holds you close without a single movement; a statue of lovers in each other’s arms, tested by time and water lapping at their chests. Even his breath is hard to notice as it fans your skin.
You lean your head against his. You may not know what’s gotten into him, yet it’s enough that you feel he needs your proximity, your touch, your presence next to him. You close your eyes. This is enough for you too. You slowly melt into him, let the water swallow you and join you together in its warmth.
His lips press into your skin again. He murmurs something you can’t hear, but your heart seems to understand and rejoices at it nonetheless.
You stretch your arms up, cracking your neck. You jump when you feel a pair of arms slither around your waist and pull you back against a warm, firm body. The bend of your neck gives him the perfect opportunity to kiss your neck, his lips lingering against your skin. No good morning. This is better. Wonwoo pulls away just enough to give you some space to turn but still brush against his body. He traps you against the kitchen counter, like magnets pulled towards each other he presses against you once he gets the chance. His nose brushes over your cheek, his lips leave a chaste kiss on your temple. Touch me, you beg. And so he does. His arms cradle you to his body like he’s a man possessed. The pressure of Wonwoo’s embrace makes it hard to breathe but easy to feel his heart beating rapidly, pounding against his rib cage and sending the silent morse code of love directly to your own heart. He breathes in your scent, pulling you closer, erasing any remaining distance between you. Minutes pass, but he keeps holding you until it’s inevitable he has to let go, reluctantly. His lips capture yours before he silently joins you in making breakfast.
helloo, i’m your biggest jun fic enthusiast (same anon who requested ‘back home’ 💗) i’m always in love with your fics, i genuinely adore how raw and realistic your writing is? there’s just something that makes me come back to them multiple times a week jsjsjk
i saw the touch prompts and i miss my man while he’s busy being a big movie star so i thought it’d be lovely to see junhui + 6 (two fingers pressed against a pulse point) if it’s possible. absolutely no pressure at all, only if you want to do it 💗
either way, keep being an amazing person you have such an amazing way with your writing, i’m your biggest fan 🫶🏻
omg you're so sweet!! idk about raw and realistic but thank you ily, you made my day week month rest of the year :((
jun (svt) + two fingers pressed against a pulse point | comfort
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You don’t dare to speak. Instead your eyes remain focused on your index and middle finger pressed against Jun’s wrist. You know what he’d say. You’re not a bother. I don’t mind. Breathe.
All of them deal breakers; the last one an impossible challenge.
It’s hard. But you’re trying. His chin is hooked over your shoulder, like a guard dog trying to protect you but there’s no danger that he can chase away. So you focus on the press of his chest against your arm and the way the touch disappears when he exhales. It’s a bad guideline, still better than nothing though.
His heartbeat pulses underneath your fingertips. Strong, steady. Real, just there. He doesn’t move his hand away. Staying still, Jun starts humming softly. His other hand rests on your back, steading you, there if you ask for comfort, there to catch you if you sway and threaten to fall.
How could he say you’re not a bother? An inconvenience?
Yet he remains by your side, just like he promised he would. He’s missing out. Even if it seems that he doesn’t realize. From the corner of your eye, you see him looking at only you. Not an ounce of attention at the breathtaking sights around you. The sights he so longed to see.
The warmth in his gaze pulls you in. You let him hold you. Jun guides you into his arms, embraces you tightly like his life depends on it. And yet he places your hand over his pulse point like he knows what you need to stay anchored.
He keeps humming without a break, without any change to the soothing, quiet melody. It guides you to normalcy, his heartbeat illuminating the way out of the dark. When you squirm in his hold, he kisses the top of your head.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you always do, “I just-”
“It’s okay. It made me breathless too,” he laughs. You give him a fond smile, squeezing his hand.
It is beautiful here. You can see why Jun wanted to come here for so long.
So you have no idea why his eyes don’t sparkle as much as when he’s looking at you. Why is it you that he gazes at like you’re everything he’s ever wished for.
What about!!!!!! [ HUSH ]: with bunny hybrid Joshua? uwuwuwu
making my bunnyshu suffer eventho you're not the one writing it... typical...
bunny hybrid!joshua (svt) + hush | angst
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This shouldn’t be as hard as it is. Although, to be fair and you want to be, Joshua did mention he might struggle. That was the understatement of the year.
Living in a society as a hybrid of a prey species comes with countless challenges. So many of them that it’s ridiculous, like it’s not already hard enough to be a hybrid. Your boyfriend might be a sass master on the outside and a good actor, but it gets to him too. Perhaps that’s why you’re taking part in this whole fiasco.
He promised it’d be fine. Well it’s not.
Joshua wanted to face his fear, exposure therapy he called it. So you’re hiding in a building along with other hybrids, some with their partners for emotional support, others without and already freaking out as far as you can tell from the sounds, while handlers with real dogs and predator species hybrids roam around. It’s beneficial for everyone - the preys can safely encounter “danger”, the predators can lean into their instincts, and the dogs get enrichment.
Only you seem to be absolutely suffering without any benefit because as adorable as your bunny boyfriend is while clinging to you, you’d also make do without the shivering and quiet whimpering. His eyes are forced shut so hard that the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkles, his jaw is clenched tight. His knuckles are white around the fabric of your hoodie.
It hurts your heart but when you open your mouth to say something, there’s a finger pressed to your lips immediately. Joshua’s eyes are wide with genuine panic when they meet yours, his soft ears twitching. So you take that as a sign to stay very quiet.
Soon you can hear it too. Paws padding across the floor followed by steps. Something about the real dogs seems to trigger Joshua’s instincts more. His nose is twitching cutely too, his hand moves from your lips to your shoulder. As quietly as you can, you shuffle closer to let him embrace you.
Usually it’s the other way around - him being your stress relief, with his hanging fluffy ears and adorable tail that he hates being touched, but he tolerates almost anything when he seems it helps you calm down. Now though, it’s him squeezing you, holding onto you for dear life as the dogs come closer. He freezes.
The dogs sniff, they can smell his scent - the exercise goes on for longer than the scent blockers can reasonably last. You hear them growl, your bunny clinging to you tighter, burying his nose into your hair to distract himself. You run your hand down his back while the dogs bark at the door to the cabinet inside of which you’re hiding. It doesn’t make him jump at least, perhaps out of fear, though you already know he’ll insist that it’s bcs he’s getting braver since he did jump at the barking before the exercise started. Silly bunny.
The handlers soon pull the dogs away though, never letting them linger at one spot for too long to avoid stressing the preys too much - and to let them run to some other hiding spot should they wish so. Joshua sighs in relief.
“Too much?” you whisper.
“It’s getting draining,” Joshua admits, still crushing you in his arms. You have no idea why he’s so scared when he’s definitely one of the best built people out here. Then again it’s not like you could ever fully understand, having never lived so influenced by pure animal instinct.
“We can go now,” you pat his back, “You did really well.”
“No, stay,” he whines softly, “Just for a little bit.”
“As long as you need,” you smile.
You hug him back just as strongly, almost, making him chuckle. But at least he eases off you a little and lets you take a deep breath too.
Hello :333 Could I please ask for number 5 from touch prompts with Hongjoongie :333333
one for you, huh?
hongjoong (atz) + shaking hands knotted together | angst
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Your breaths come out in small clouds. Your vision is getting hazy, looking at the white puffs of air is like imagining animals and objects being allowed to exist for a short moment before they dissipate. There’s a weight on your shoulder that you lean your head against. His hair feels like little icicles. The sharp cold doesn’t startle you. Somehow, it feels natural.
Hongjoong squeezes your hands. You can barely feel them, so you don’t think he’s faring much better. Did it work? That little attempt to bring blood, warmth, life into them? You wonder. You can’t really tell. You’d rather not try to flex your hands at all than do and realize you can’t move the muscles anymore.
“They’ll be here any moment now,” Hongjoong whispers, faintly. He’s tired. So are you.
Was it misfortune or foolishness? You thought you prepared enough, but apparently not. Your blurry gaze turns towards the empty road in front of you. It sparkles, the milky way has fallen onto the earth. Will they make it?
“Don’t fall asleep,” you remind him. You look at your hands. Intertwined. Trembling. That’s strange - you can’t feel it at all. Maybe the slight movement is the only reason they’re not frozen together yet.
Wind blows past. You feel like you’re turning into stone. A statue warning others - don’t make the same mistakes we’ve made. Turn around, whatever’s beyond this point is not worth your lives.
At least you’ve made it this far. At least you’ve had a chance - have a chance, he’d say if he could read your mind.
“It looks like we’re on the moon,” Hongjoong whispers. You feel the smile in his voice. Somehow you feel yourself getting warmer. It feels nice.
“Maybe we’d float too,” you hum. It feels like it. Your body does feel light. And warm. So warm. Can he feel you radiate heat? Is it warming him up? That would be nice. He could make it then.
“It’s so nice,” he murmurs. His head is getting heavier. You shrug your shoulder to scold him. At least you think your body still obeys your will. “So quiet.”
It is. The snow makes all the noise of the world seem like you’re listening to it with cotton stuffed in your ears.
Your eyelids are too heavy. Your gaze falls on your hands. They fit together so well. You wonder if the ice could keep them interlocked together forever. Maybe it’d make you into one as well.
Your eyes finally fall closed. Hongjoong is quiet.
But then tires screech. Or someone screams. You don’t know.
Could the community please have [ TUG ]: with Hoshi? >:)))
hoshi (svt) + tug | fluff
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Soonyoung should be around here somewhere, at least according to what the others told you, but the venue is a little bit of a maze, so you can only hope you actually understood their directions correctly. Either way, there’s no sign of him. You try not to think about exploring a jungle, tiger’s gaze on your back with the beast ready to pounce - you really do try.
And then suddenly the feline’s claws swipe and grab you.
You only yelp before your body freezes as it’s pulled to the side, soon pressed against a familiar figure. Blinking a few times, you finally realize Soonyoung’s found you before you could find him. The arm around your waist makes you jolt forward until you’re pressed flush against him.
“The guy said you’re coming,” he grins from ear to ear, “But you were taking forever. I was about to go looking for you.”
“It’s counterproductive to look for someone who’s already looking for you,” you flick his forehead, “Did your parents not teach you?”
“I have a habit of not listening well,” he shrugs, though his cheeks gain a hint of red coloring them.
“That actually surprises nobody,” you chuckle, “Anyway, why were you hiding in here?”
The side passage looks like it was specifically meant for people to sneak around. You wonder where it leads.
“I was just getting some snacks,” Soonyoung admits a little sheepishly. At least you got your answer.
“I’m not gonna judge you for that,” you huff. Though the other members might, seeing as the snacks were meant for all of them to share.
The other members with the exception of Jun who tries to sneak past you but even though Soonyoung does his best to make you both take as little space as possible, the corridor is still too narrow not to notice another person passing only an inch away from you.
“Hello,” you greet, amused.
“You didn’t see me,” Jun whispers before… well, disappearing so quickly you doubt for a second that you’ve seen him. If maybe the magic trick was something more impressive than Soonyoung covering your eyes. You sigh.
“Yea yea, I get it, I saw no one,” you roll your eyes, “I just came to wish you good luck. Don’t get hurt, okay?”
That seems to be pretty effective as to how quickly Soonyoung drops the silly behavior and his face melts instead. His hold on you transforms into a hug, a tight, warm hug, that lasts way too long.
“You thought of me?” he murmurs dramatically. As if he wasn’t eating up most of your thoughts.
“Always,” you hum, “So hurry up before the guys start thinking about you and kick your ass for being late.”
The hug finally ends - with a quick kiss to your cheek and a promise that he’ll find you after the show.
