“ hi!! can you write a soloist!male!reader x winter oneshot where they’ve both been busy with schedules but when they have a day off the reader is focused on videogames (could it be angst to fluff) thank u sm in advance!
(pouty winter) “
>winter/ kim minjeong x male/neutral reader [a][f]
!: a curse word or two.
a/n: this doesn’t really implement anything that this is a f to m pairing but i hope you still enjoy! i used aespa’s real names for this. sorry i’ve been gone for so long :D thank you for requesting!
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You awoke from your slumber one chilly Saturday morning. Groaning half asleep, you checked the time on the clock above your bedroom’s doorframe-- ‘7:17′. You were rarely given a day off, so as soon as the numbers on the device made sense in your head, all you wanted was to go back to sleep. It was just too early to start the day, so you let your eyelids fall and tried to drift back to dreamland.
“~~~ ~~” Not even a second later, your phone shook you back awake. You sighed out annoyed, wanting to enjoy your much-needed rest, and pulled the device out from under your pillow. “Hello?” You grumbled out with your eyes still shut. “Hey, baby!” You heard a familiar voice chirp from the other side of the line. “Oh hey love.” You greeted back, your throat itching as you did. You felt a bit better knowing it was your girlfriend calling on your day off, but you still felt exhausted-- your brain not able to fully process what was happening, so subconsciously, you nodded your head at her instead of replying verbally. “Babe?” Your girlfriend called out to you in a confused tone. “Huh? Oh yeah, of course, baby.”
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Hours later, a shower, and two meals after your morning call with Minjeong, you were sat on the black leather gaming chair in your room, hands busy as you ran a game on your computer.
"Babe look at thi-" Minjeong trailed off before she could finish her sentence. She watched as your eyebrows furrowed at the screen in front of you, nose scrunching in displeasure from time to time. “Mhmm.” The short-haired girl hummed out in annoyance. She placed the stuffed animal she was about to show you back down on her bed and bit her lip-- a habit that came out whenever she was feeling irritated. Maybe it was just because she was drained from practice, but it seemed like every time she would call you you were focused on everything else but her. The thought made her scoff, but she didn't want to start a fight. "Whoa did you see that?!" You suddenly exclaimed making the girl jump. She knew you weren't talking to her, but the person you were playing with that spoke to you through your headset. She huffed out one more time before picking herself up and exiting her room in small stomps.
"No... no way..." "What the fuck?!" You continued to babble to no one. You were sweating as you gamed, the air conditioning in your room not doing you any justice as strands of your hair stuck themselves on your forehead. There was frustration evident on your face, wrinkles showing themselves whenever you got stuck between enemies. But it would never get to touch what your girlfriend was feeling. Minjeong was nothing but pissed off-- she could feel her face slowly burn up at your actions. Hissing at your ignorance, your girlfriend mumbled a small ‘Seriously Y/n’ as she entered her room and sat back in her seat. Unfortunately for her, you heard the ghost of her words; "Yeah baby? What was that?" You questioned dumbfounded as you spammed the keys on your keyboard.
“It's nothing, don't worry about it." The blonde-haired girl spat at you in a quiet tone as she rolled her eyes. If it was any other day she would have stopped herself from doing so-- the action made you mad, and you've talked to her before about it. But at that moment, she couldn't care less if you saw her.
Minjeong stabbed the vegetables that rested in the styrofoam container she had brought to her room to eat, her grip tight on the plastic fork in her hand, her jaw clenching as she glared at her phone screen-- you were still ignoring her presence, and her bottled-up emotions were slowly getting the best of her.
"Are you oka- HACKS! I'M TELLING YOU, THEY'RE HACKING!" Was all you needed to shout for the short-haired girl to break. "I'm gonna go, Y/n.” Minjeong quickly bid you goodbye as the brittle utensil snapped between her thumb and pointer finger.
"Huh? Oh okay. I lov-" Your head turned to your phone as the sound of the video call ending with your girlfriend bounced around in your room. “I... did I do something?”
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"She's pissed pissed." Aeri told you in a scolding tone, emphasizing the first 'pissed' as she let you into Aespa’s dormitory. "Yeah, I kinda got that when we called." You winced out ashamed. You could feel the older girl's eyes on your skull as you trailed yours to the floor underneath you. The guilt that slowly swallowed you in the car ride to the four girl’s home now completely engulfing you. “Mhmm, I’m sure you’ll end up making it up to her,” Aeri tried to comfort you as she noticed how nervous you were. You looked up to the singer, giving her a small tight-lipped smile as a response. “Just be gentle with her, we had practice up until 5 this morning and she's been up since waiting for you." The older girl let you off, finally taking her chocolate orbs off of you and closing the front door. "Thanks, Aeri." You told her sincerely, earning a nod from the young woman before leaving you to your business. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down as you walked towards your girlfriend’s room and swallowed the knot in your throat that tied itself there from talking to Giselle.
Wiping the sweat off of the palm of your free hand on your shirt, you raised your fist to knock on the wooden entryway. You knocked in a rhythm; mimicking the way Anna had knocked on Elsa’s door from the first Frozen movie, and patiently waited for a response.
On the other side of the entryway, wrapped around her warm duvet, Minjeong’s ears perked up at the sudden noise. Her finger stopped scrolling through her phone screen and she took one of her earpods off as she tried to observe the unusual activity that had broken her peace. A couple of seconds later, she heard the same knocking pattern. “Minjeong-ie, are you in there?” A voice accompanied the thumping on the wooden portal.
The blonde eventually realized who was on the other side of the locked door, her heartbeat speeding up as the movie reference finally sounded familiar to her.
For a second it seemed like your girlfriend wasn’t even the tiniest bit mad at you, but her chest still ached at the realization that you had driven to her home to apologize. Glancing in the mirror to check on her worn-out features, Minjeong pulled on the sleeves of her fluffy jacket and turned to the door to twist the doorknob. “Hey.” You greeted out, surprised at how quickly she had chosen to let you in. You had expected that she would put up a fight with you before you could even see her face again. “Hi.” The tired singer replied in a quiet tone, her bloodshot eyes meeting yours.
You stood there grip tight on the plastic bags you had in your hand as your girlfriend tapped her nails on the back of her phone, the both of you not knowing what to do or say next. “I’m sorry, Minjeong-ah.” You finally blurted out to the girl. The short-haired singer bit her lip, her orbs once again brimming with tears as you gave her an empathetic look. “I know what I did wrong... and I’m sorry, love. I never thought of it but now I know that what I’ve been doing hurts you... I’m sorry.”
Minjeong’s legs felt like jelly. The girl in front of you sniffled as tears started rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall. “Baby...” You called out to her. Minjeong couldn't help but let herself fall, her hands covering her mouth as her shoulders shook. There was a pang in your chest as you watched her do so. You bent down to her folded figure, setting the snacks you had brought with you down on the floor, and engulfed her in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” You apologized in a whisper, your hand caressing her back. “I-it’s okay.” You heard the girl mutter back in a shaky voice, her body leaning into yours. “Let me make it up to you, love.”
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Sometime after, you slowly retracted from the hug. Your hand came up to her features and wiped the stray tears away from her face. Minjeong’s hand held your wrist as you did, the tip of her nose turning red as she sniffled. “Awe baby~” You cooed at her, a sad smile creeping up to your face as she held the same expression. You kissed Minjeong's forehead, finger lifting her chin after and placing a soft peck on her lips. “I’m sorry.” You told the girl as you locked eyes with her. This made Minjeong pout, her brown orbs brimming with tears one last time. “Jagi~ Look I bought you snacks~” You cooed at the girl trying to change the tension in the room as you pulled away from her for a second and shuffled your hands to grab the snacks you had picked out from the plastic bags they were stuffed in. "T-thank you."
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As you laid with your girlfriend on her bed you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to the decor she had put up around the space. Various polaroids and printed pictures danced around the walls, pastel stickers held onto the random furniture she had stuck them on, and you couldn't help but grin at the sight of the gifts you had given the girl on different occasions displayed on her desk and nightstand.
"Hey, you aren't listening again." Minjeong's voice broke you out of your trance. "I'm sorry, love." You chuckled at her as you closed the gap between your faces and placed a kiss on the big pout she had on her face. "What's on your mind?" Your girlfriend asked as she held your face, keeping you close to her. "Mhmm, nothing, my love. I was just looking at the decor in your room." You told her truthfully, the warmth of her hands waking the butterflies in your stomach.
"What about it?" The blonde singer questioned in a confused tone as she turned to the ornaments in her space. "Nothing, love." You laughed at her innocent concern. Minjeong rolled her eyes at your antics, her hand retracting from your cheek and gently slapping your chest. You smiled at your girlfriend, your fingers tucking a loose strand of her bleached hair behind her ear.
"I love you, Minjeong-ah." You whispered out to the girl. The singer could feel her cheeks turn red at your sudden words. But she didn't want to lose to your attack. Minjeong leaned towards you, her face lazily getting closer to yours as her eyes became hooded; "Go love your stupid video game, Y/n-ah."
“ can you write a scenario where seola is a songwriter who is struggling to write a song and visits a café to get some inspiration. amazed by the barista’s beauty (reader), she visits the café often and also suddenly having lyrics flood her head. after some time, she asks for the reader’s number in hopes of having to tell her about the song that she wrote. thank you so much :D “
>seola/kim hyunjung x fem!reader [f]
!: a bunch of curse words
a/n: my first scenario! sorry it took so long, but i hope you still enjoy! thank you for requesting :)
“Hey, the water dispenser broke- whoa what happened here.” Eunseo gasped as she saw the mess that flooded her friend’s studio. “This stupid album happened.” She could hear Seola mutter out from her position.
Hands on her face as she sighed out, she chuckled to herself as she realized what Eunseo had informed her. “The water dispenser broke down?” She repeated, her expression almost scaring the grey haired girl that was leaning on her studio’s doorframe. “Yeah, uh, one of the janitor’s said it broke this morning.”
Kim Seola could feel her sanity slowly fading as the minutes ticked by. How could the water dispenser break at such a bad time.
“Uh here why don’t I bring you to that one coffee shop Soobin and I passed by the other day,” Eunseo suggested. To be honest, she was more concerned about what Seola could do to her seeing as her coffee seemed like a life and death situation. “It’s fine, I’ll just go home.” Seola mumbled out, her face now back on the palms of her hands. “No, come on, get yourself up. You look like you haven’t eaten anything.” The grey haired girl pushed as she walked towards her friend and turned her chair around.
There were crumpled up pieces of paper on the floor, various pens and pencils and tons of post its everywhere. Eunseo helped the girl clean the room up, reading a few of the things that were on the post its and chuckling as she realized they were unfinished lyric ideas. “You’ve been struggling, huh.” She joked as she threw the last piece of paper in the bin.
“I’ve been writing since last week and the only thing I’ve got is a half finished song, please I think I should just quit.” Seola replied. Of course, these were just jokes. She could never quit her job, and even if she quit writing songs and producing professionally, she could never not write. It made her happy, no matter how stressful the process was.
“Mhmm, then let’s get going our genuis song writer, you have been lucky enough to be treated out for dinner by the infamous Son Eunseo.”
The walk to the cafe was short, stepping out of the company building, they took a turn to another road and kept on walking until they saw a well lit building, it’s name in an icy white as it contrasted well behind the metallic grey color of the cafe. It was modern themed from the inside out.
“What do you wanna eat?” Eunseo asked as she set her bag down on her chair and stood up. “Uh, anything really. I just want an iced americano.” The girl replied back, her eyes looking around at the people that were in the room. As Eunseo walked towards the front desk to order, the black haired girl slipped her laptop out and placed it on the table. Turning the device on, she sighed out. She only had a couple of weeks left until she needed to present her work in a meeting with her company. Along with the song she was working on, she had to revise a few blue prints for a music set she was an assistant director for. She definitely underestimated the work she had to complete when it was first suggested to her.
“Mhmm.” She hummed out, reading the lyrics she had written down from the morning. Her fingers typed slowly, her mind playing with her surroundings, creating an imaginary music video in her head. As she did so, she slowly could picture what she wanted to write about. “I ordered you a sandwich and got us a cake. The worker said it was their best seller.” Eunseo informed the girl as she sat down on her seat and placed a pager down in front of her. Seola nodded at this and thanked the girl. The grey haired girl muttered out a small “no problem” before she pulled her phone out and started scrolling through her social media. This was refreshing, Seola needed this.
13 minutes after they had ordered, the pager lit up and started vibrating. As Eunseo was in the bathroom doing her business, Seola took the device and stood up from her seat. She quickly stretched her back before walking towards the cafe’s counter to receive their order. The black haired girl cleared her throat as she stopped for a few seconds to stand a good distance between the person who was struggling not to spill their order in front of the coffee bar. She waited patiently and smiled at the young customer as their eyes met before they turned around to walk to their own table.
“Hello, here’s your order.” The barista told the girl, her voice loud enough to subdue the noises in the background. Seola’s breath hitched in her throat. For a second or two she couldn’t feel her senses. There was an angel in front of her.
“Ma’am?” The barista called out to the girl. Y/n was confused, her first thought suggesting that the customer couldn’t hear her, so she called for them again. “Here’s your order, uhh, is there anything else you wanted?”
But Seola was star struck. She was glued to the ground, her face still plastered a shocked expression as she stared at the barista in front of her. Thank the universe everybody else was in their own little worlds as they drank their coffees, if they had all turned their heads, they would’ve seen a drama scene taking place at 10 in the evening in Cosmic Cafe.
How romantic was it, the way the pager was beeping and vibrating felt like Seola had ripped her heart out for the girl in front of her. But as perfect as it sounded, she was brought back to reality by Eunseo. “I’m so sorry about her, I think she was just looking through the menu. I told her to get us another drink before I went to the bathroom, so uh can we add a mango shake with this.” The grey haired girl ranted out completely embarrassed. Y/n nodded at her, still confused, but took her order nonetheless. “I’ll just bring it to you once it’s done.” She informed the two as she gave Eunseo a table number to hold on to. The now stressed out girl thanked her and gave the worker a tight lipped smile. “No worries.”
“What the fuck was that, Kim Seola!” Eunseo yelled through a whisper as they finally sat down with their order. “I-” “Do you know how stupid you looked! The only thing left to master your little pervert act was drool dripping down from your mouth!” The girl scolded. Both of their faces were a tomato red at this point.
“Hey, I’m no pervert...” The song writer pouted out. “You looked like one, you dummy.”
As the two ate their meals, Seola couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being watched. She knew it was from the barista she had practically made uncomfortable a couple of minutes ago. “You couldn’t have made it more obvious.” Eunseo sighed out, her eyes on her friend. “Huh?” The black haired girl asked taken aback.
“She is pretty.” And as if on cue, Y/n was at a short distance from their table. Who was she to lie, the barista was beautiful. Quiet but determined, you could see she was a veteran at this place. She stood at an average height, strands of hair would dance on her face as she moved, she held this warm smile on her face at all times, anybody could fall from the first talk.
"Here's your mango shake, is there anything else I could get you?" Y/n asked as she placed the tray down softly on the table and took the mango shake off it. "No that's al-" "Your number." Seola suddenly blurted out. Eunseo's eyes almost popped out her face, she could feel her face warming up. What the actual fuck, Kim Seola.
The grey haired girl glared at her friend, giving her a look to tell her to stop whatever else she was going to say. "She's joking." She butted in, trying to fix the now tense and awkward atmosphere. The duo laughed out loud, obviously embarrassed. But this caused Y/n to laugh as well. Seola swore she could see the heaven’s gates open up for her.
There was a red tint on Y/n's face as she walked away to continue with her work. ‘How cute’ she thought, giggling softly as she replayed how the black haired girl apologized to her.
“Ya, I think I’ve fallen in love.”
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For the next few days it felt like Seola was on a roll. She had finished the track she was working on, she had completed her tasks as an assistant director for that one music video she was assigned to, she’s even created a setlist for the amount of songs she’s managed to finish. This was all thanks to Y/n, the barista who made her fall in love from first sight. The black haired girl couldn’t help but take more looks and more inspiration from the worker, so she spent some of her hours from the past 3 weeks just sat on a table at Cosmic’s. There, she would order anything Y/n would recommend, and as she consumed her order, it seemed like more ideas would pop in her head. She had nobody else to thank but Y/n, well maybe Eunseo, but it was best not to bother the singer since she was still mad about the whole mango shake incident.
So there she was, back at Cosmic cafe.
She was even more nervous this time than previous times she’d gone there. ‘11:11‘ her watch read, there was only a few minutes left until the cafe had to close. “Hey, I know we had a very awkward first meet, but I wanted to ask for your number- no no. Uhhh, hi, my name is Kim Seola, I was wondering if I could get your number,” She smiled, looking at the imaginary version of Y/n she had created in front of her. “Fuck.”
The more Seola rehearsed her words, the more nervous she got. It was no help either that she was slowly losing time.
“- you actually inspired me to finish a song I had to present to a big company, thanks to you I got a lot of compliments and they said they’d buy it from me... what am I doing.” The girl huffed out stressed. She had 10 minutes left until she was going to get told to exit the cafe, and there she was, still rehearsing what she wanted to say. Her leg couldn’t help but bounce as she took deep breaths in to calm herself down. “How can I even show her the song if I can't even talk to her like this.” She thought, her determination slowly depleting.
Good thing Y/n had heard her little practice scenes perfectly. The whole time Seola was focused on the imaginary version of the barista in front of her, Y/n was behind the girl, cleaning the tables up from previous customers. The moment Seola started rambling to the air, she had been listening intently and giggling to herself.
As this went on until the last 4 minutes before closing time, Y/n had cleaned all the tables up and gone back to her station. There, she had prepared a slice of cake- the same one Seola had been ordering since she first recommended it to her. She gently placed the slice inside a small carton box and wrote her number on one of the flaps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, how could she not have fallen for the song writer as well.
In the same time frame, Seola had gained back enough courage to bring herself to her feet and walk towards where she saw Y/n was. She fumbled with the sleeves of her blazer, her hands subconsciously fixing her clothes as well as her hair. "Oh h-hi." Y/n stuttered out surprised. "H-hey." Seola managed to spit out. There was a second of silence before the two chuckled at each other with pink on their cheeks. "Uh did you want anything? I could take your order still." The girl asked, her hands slowly pushing the cake box behind the register where Seola couldn't see it.
"Ah no, I actually uh wanted to ask you something," The black haired girl trailed off. They were both shaking as they conversed, knowing what was about to come, Y/n couldn't help but push it a bit longer. She wasn't ready just yet.
"I mean, I get to leave in about 10 minutes, if you don't mind y'know waiting..." "Oh yeah sure, no problem! I'll just wait outside."
It was beautiful outside Cosmic. The breeze was chilly, there was a trail of a coffee scent in the air from the cafe, and stars plastered themselves on the dark night sky. “It’s now or never, Kim Seola.” The black haired girl told herself.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Y/n apologized as she finally stepped out of Cosmic. "It's no problem, don't worry." Seola chuckled out at her. As Y/n fixed her jacket and the things in her bag, Seola took a breath in and licked her lips.
"Look, I know this is gonna sound weird, I mean I'm just a customer y'know so I'd get why you would think that. And ah gosh, when we first met I literally stood there in front of you just staring, I'm really sorry I know you felt uncomfortable which is why you probably feel bad and that's the reason why you've been so nice to me and stuff. I'm not trying to be weird either for eating at the cafe like 5 times a week or something, I really just wanted to see you and I think it's so cute that you recommend me different things when I enter every time and-" "Seola, I like you."
"W-what?" The song writer choked out in shock. "I like you too, Seola." Y/n repeated, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her jacket.
The two girls stood there in silence, the only noise in the air from the cars passing by and the strangers that were walking to get home.
"I- How'd you know I liked you?" She spoke, Y/n’s previous words still not hitting her. "I heard you when you were doing your little rehearsal thing." The barista answered, now feeling shy. Somehow confessing to her made her feel like she was in the wrong.
"I-I'm so sorry about that." Kim Seola mumbled out embarrassed. How could she turn herself in. But it was cute. Y/n thought what was slowly unveiling in front of her was cute. It was only now that she had realized how scared the girl actually was to confess to her. "It's fine, please. I wouldn't have suggested to meet out with you if it wasn't." She assured the woman, giving her a warm smile. Seola looked up at the girl, a grin slowly making its way to her face. She couldn’t help it, she had now absolutely fallen for Y/n.
"Ah shit, I need to leave now, I've got a bus to catch." The barista felt bad as she had to break their little romantic display so soon. She shuffled on her feet and quickly gave Seola the cake box she had in her hand. "Oh okay sure, be careful!" The song writer bid as she took the gift confused. "Thank you, Seola-ssi." Y/n exclaimed flattered. She flashed Seola one last tender smile, before waving her hand. "W-wait! I never got your number!"
"Don't worry, I gave it to you!" Y/n yelled back at her, cracking up at the way they were communicating. She gazed back at Seola for a second before giggling at herself and running away.
There was a puzzled look on Kim Seola’s face as she watched Y/n’s figure slowly turn into nothing. Thinking about it again, she had an epiphany. “You’re too smart, Y/n.” Seola praised as she opened the box the barista had given her. The musician couldn’t help but laugh. Her heart was full.
(wow it's been a long time since i've last done this :')) HELLO! i've just got a few things to say;
i've always written for ggs, so if some things are a little off with what i write for male idols, please bear with me ( ；∀；)
i do not, i repeat DO NOT, write 18+ for underaged idols.
with requests with no specifics, i will write said request with a fem reader!
i will say it now before anything else, it does take me a while to get to requests and actually post them, but i do write as quickly as i can (• ▽ •;)
you can call me by my user or rbot, as well as rom or author-- i don't really mind !
DO NOT TAKE ANY OF MY WORK !!
✓idols I take requests for;
aespa, apink, blackpink, bts, dreamcatcher, fromis_9, ikon, izna, iu, katseye, loona, mamamoo, pristin, red velvet, seventeen, stayc, taeyeon, twice, wjsn, ... [will continue to add more groups along the way !]
