Summary: Shota is unboxing a pack of Pokemon cards and seeing him so excited just does something to you...
Pairing: Soul x reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive
Word count: 400+
Authors notes: Finally the soulification of my blog...
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“Wait—wait, look at this one!"
Shota's eyes are bright, completely absorbed in the pack of cards in his hand. He moves closer to you on his knees to hold it up and show you like it’s the most important thing in the world. “It's one of the rare ones. Only 7% of—”
You’re not even looking at the card, barely even listening too.
Because you're too busy looking at him.
At the way his eyes go wide, the way his words tumble over each other, the way his whole face lights up when he talks about something he loves. It does something to you. Something warm and overwhelming and a little bit unbearable.
“—my collection is final-lmph—”
You don’t let him finish.
Your hand catches the front of his shirt to tug him forward and before he can even process it, your lips are smushed against his.
It’s sudden, a little clumsy, but he melts into it almost instantly. There’s a little surprised sound against your lips that you swallow before he relaxes, the card in his hand slipping as his grip loosens and it falls somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.
You press closer, guiding him back without breaking the kiss. He goes down easily, still catching up and trying to figure out what was happening.
His back hits the mattress, and you follow, settling over him, caging his waist between your knees.
When you finally pull back he's just... staring at you, a little dazed and flustered.
“Sorry,” you murmur, breath uneven as you bursh your thumb across his cheek. “I just—” You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “You looked so cute and excited. I couldn’t help it. It made me want to… I don’t know. Devour you.”
His lips part slightly, trying to find words, but nothing came out.
You don’t give him the chance anyway.
You lean in again, slower this time.
Your tongue darts out to meet his. He's more conscious now and he rolls it over yours as his hands finally move to slide around your back and pull you closer against him.
Your lips move away to trail kisses from his mouth, down the corner of his jaw.
His breath catches when your hips roll against his and when your teeth graze that perfectly sensitive spot just below his ear, the small, shaky whimper he lets out makes you smile against his skin.
SUMMARY: A quiet after-hours date at your boyfriend’s auto shop gets a little more interesting the second he pulls you into a slow dance!
WC: 2.7k words
DISCLAIMERS: fluff!!!!! slow dancing involved. thanks. and then smut okay. [ minors / ageless blogs dni pls! ] fingering, oral (f receiving) an eater ofc thanks. edging…… unprotected sex (pls wrap b4 u tap!!!!!). & shoutout … for u 🐶 anon :3
The auto shop always sounded different after closing.
Without the constant flurry of running engines and ringing phones, the garage softened quietly — with low music drifting from the old speaker near Shota’s toolbox, the humming of the overhead fluorescent lights, and the occasional metallic clink when he set a wrench down somewhere behind you.
The whole garage smelled like motor oil mixed with greasy burgers and the faint cologne that lingered on Shota’s hoodie you’d stolen from home earlier. You sat on a nearby workbench, legs swinging gently while picking fries from the takeout carton resting beside you.
“What happened to you saying you’d help me?” He called from across the garage, walking toward you.
“I’m supervising,” You called out, correcting him immediately. “Super important job.”
Your boyfriend laughed softly, as he shut the toolbox beside you before disappearing toward the back sink. You could hear running water for a moment, then the rustle of paper towels.
When he came back, you noticed how he looked unfairly pretty for someone who’d spent the entire day under cars. His dark hair messy, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a little tired around the eyes in the prettiest way possible. His hands were finally clean now too, freshly washed and still slightly damp when he reached over to steal a quick kiss.
He stood between your legs, a smile so wide. He was just obsessed with you. “Did you you finish my fries?” His eyebrow quirked as he glanced at the empty carton.
“Don’t worry, I saved you the crumbs.”
“You’re lucky I like you.”
You grinned before correcting him again. “Love me, actually.”
Shota only shook his head fondly, stealing the drink from your hands for a sip before setting it aside.
"I do love you," He said quietly, his eyes tracing slowly across your face — your forehead, your cheekbones, your lips — as if committing every detail to memory. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. "More than I probably should."
He was quiet for a moment, and that made you nervous. God.. you’ve been with him since junior high and he still managed to make you feel like a pre-teen with a hallway crush.
"Sorry I couldn’t take you out tonight like I promised," Shota said softly, “Wasn’t really my ideal scenario to order you burgers at my place of work while I fix up some rich person's car.” He said with a giggle.
You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it — I get it! You’re the most hardworking person I know. It will never erase how much I love you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, his dark eyes softening at the sight of you. "Dance with me?“
He didn't need to say anything else after you smiled. Shota turned and reached for the speaker — the one that had been blaring some classic rock station, all guitar solos and masculine bravado. He switched it with a twist of a knob, and the garage filled with something entirely different: a slow, soulful R&B melody.
"Come on," He said softly, and the tone in his voice made something low in your belly tighten.
He took your hand — his palm warm and calloused against yours — pulling you off the counter and into the middle of the garage floor.
His arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt the strength in them, the careful control. Your hands found his shoulders first, then slid up to his neck, your fingers threading into the hair at his nape. It was soft, silky, and darker than the oil stains on the concrete.
He leaned in, and his forehead came to rest against yours. You could feel his breath on your lips, so close you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.
"Just wanna hold you like this for a while," He breathed, and that made your chest ache.
You swayed together, finding a pace that had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the way your bodies fit together. Your feet shuffled on the gritty floor, and you could feel every grain of sand and metal shaving through your shoes. You laughed as his hands slid down your back, pressing into the small of it, pulling you closer until there was no space left between.
You could feel every plane and angle of his body against yours. The song murmured on, a low groove that seemed to sync with your heartbeat, or maybe your heartbeat had synced with it — you couldn't tell anymore.
His lips brushed your temple, feather-light, then your cheek, then hovered over your mouth. You could taste the anticipation in the air, as if he was asking permission for this as if you haven’t done this before. It’s only like you’ve been together for years.
You answered by closing the distance.
The two of you kissed slowly, almost like you were re-learning the shape and texture of each other's lips.
His felt softer, slightly chapped from the dry air, and they moved against yours with a careful reverence that made your knees weak. But the heat built fast, exponentially, like a chemical reaction reaching critical mass.
His tongue slid against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed and becoming part of him. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling at the roots, and he groaned — a deep, guttural sound that you felt in your bones. His hips pressed forward involuntarily, and you felt the hard line of his cock against your thigh through the heavy fabric of his coveralls.
"Fuck," Shota breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, reflecting the fluorescent lights like distant stars. "You still manage to make me feel crazy after all these years." He whispered with a mischievous grin, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
"Yeah? Prove it to me," You said, your voice barely a whisper, but it was enough.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hands found your waist, and he lifted you effortlessly — you tend to forget how strong he was, but maneuvering engines and transmissions made sense translating to this.
He carried you back to the workbench. The metal surface was shockingly cold against your thighs as he set you down, and the contrast made you gasp. He stood back between your legs, his hands braced on either side of you, caging you in, and you'd never felt safer.
He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring your mouth with more confidence. His hands roamed down your body — over your breasts, feeling the weight of them through your clothes, your stomach, the curve of your hip. He pulled his sweatshirt off of you allowing it to fall on the floor with a thud. The cold air bit your skin immediately, raising goosebumps, but his warmth was everywhere, chasing away the chill.
His lips trailed down your jaw, your throat, and he sucked a mark into the sensitive skin below your ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. You arched into him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.. you needed him closer.
He groaned against your neck, and you felt his hand slide under your shirt, his palm flat and hot against your stomach, his calluses catching slightly on your skin. "Need to feel you," He said, his voice muffled against your skin, vibrating through you.
His hands moved to your jeans, fingers working the button quickly before he tugged them down your legs along with your underwear, the fabric catching on your shoes before you kicked everything off. The pile of clothing landed somewhere on the floor, but you seriously didn't care where.
He stepped back just enough to look at you—naked from the waist down, perched on his workbench like an offering, your legs spread open for him, vulnerable and wanting.
"So pretty," He breathed, and his words sounded like a prayer before he leaned back in.
His tongue teased against yours, wet and warm, while one hand slid down the curve of your waist, fingers grazing the bare skin of your hip. Lower still, he traced the inside of your thigh — no fabric to stop him, just the soft heat of your flesh under his calloused palm. You pulled back just enough to breathe, a whimper escaping against his mouth — the ache between your legs was a living thing now, pulsing in time.
He answered without words as his hand slid between your thighs, finding you slick, swollen, and exposed. A single finger eased inside with no delay, the sensation was electric with the way his thumb circled your sensitive bud just once before he pushed deeper. The stretch was exquisite, a burn melted into pleasure while he worked another finger in and out.
A moan tore from your throat — low and almost animalistic. He swallowed it with a messy kiss, his tongue sliding against yours once again while his fingers curled upward, pressing against that sweet spot deep inside.
Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the pressure, your breath hitching. "Please don’t stop," You whimpered against his mouth, the word barely coherent between kisses.
Without warning, he pulled away — doing the exact opposite of what you asked. The sudden emptiness made you whimper aloud, a sound that echoed off the concrete floor and metal tool chests.
But then he was on his knees.
His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, spreading you wide open on the cold steel of the workbench. He leaned in, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your leg — slow and torturous. He climbed higher and higher until his warm breath ghosted over your cunt, making you shiver and arch into the promise of his tongue.
Your fingers found his dark hair again, tangling in the strands, needing something to anchor you. "Please.”
He didn't make you wait, because he never did. Quickly, his tongue slid through your folds, slow, making sure to taste every inch of you. You gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth involuntarily.
He hummed in approval, and the vibration sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your body. He lapped at your clit with flat strokes, broad and firm, before circling it with the tip of his tongue.
"Sho—" His name fell from your lips like it was the only word you could remember. He gazed up, his mouth still on you, his eyes dark and half-lidded with desire. Without warning, he pushed two fingers back into you, and you cried out at the sudden fullness and the way he curled them upward, finding that spot again that made you see stars burst behind your eyelids.
The workbench creaked beneath you as your back arched, your body trying to process the overwhelming sensation. "Come on," He gasped against your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Let me hear you. Don't hold back."
He fucked you with his fingers, each thrust meaningful, while his tongue worked you in relentless circles. Your grip on his hair tightened, pulling at the roots hard enough that it had to hurt, but he groaned against you once more.
He liked it — you could tell by the way his hips rutted forward against nothing, seeking friction, and the way he pressed his face harder into you, by the desperate edge to his breathing.
"Fuck— I'm gonna—" You started, but the words dissolved into a moan, incoherent and lost.
He pulled his mouth away, his fingers still buried inside you and moving. You whined even louder than the last time. Shota looked up at you with slick lips and wild eyes. "Not yet. Want it on my cock.” He stood, his hand still working with just the right pressure.
He leaned in to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips — and just like it has been all night, his kiss was messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue and full of need.
His fingers slid out of you, and you whimpered once more at the sudden emptiness.
He stepped back quickly, his hands trembling as they worked the loose knot at his hip. His work coveralls were already unzipped, tied at his waist so quickly, they slid down to his thighs and your gaze followed — tracing the hard line straining beneath his boxers. A dark bloom had already spread at the tip, damp and eager, soaking through the thin material.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed. His head was slick with a glossy sheen that caught the harsh fluorescent light He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking once, his eyes locked on yours.
"Shit." You sighed in anticipation.
He stepped between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, pressing his head against you, blunt and hot, and you both held your breath, suspended in this moment before everything changed.
He pushed in, slow, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you around him. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, your head falling back.
"Fuck, my love, you’re tight.” He groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath coming in short pants. He sheathed himself fully, his hips flush against yours, and stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust.
You could feel him trembling with the effort of holding still, of not just taking what he wanted but then he began to move.
His thrusts were deep and slow, a steady rhythm that rocked the workbench against the wall. The metal screeched with each impact, a sound that should have been ugly but instead became part of the symphony.
Your hands found his hair again, wrapping the dark strands around your fists and pulling hard. His head snapped back, exposing the long line of his throat, and a guttural sound escaped him — raw and primal.
"God, I love when you do that," He growled, his voice barely recognizable as he peppered your face with kisses.
You took that as your sign, yanking harder which caused his strokes to equally wreck you. His hips slapped against yours with increasing urgency. He leaned back down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was more a clash of lips and teeth than anything tender.
Shota’s hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against it in tight, precise circles that took you into another level of pleasure.
"Come on." He panted against your mouth, his voice ragged. "Need to feel you."
The tension inside you snapped like a wire pulled too tight. Your body convulsed around him, your inner walls clenching rhythmically as your cry was swallowed by his mouth. Your orgasm broke over you in rolling waves, clenching deep and hot as he drove into you through the last of it.
He was still chasing his own climax, rhythm fracturing while each breath was hot and ragged against the curve of your throat. A shudder tore through him, and then he pulled out — a slick, sudden emptiness that made you gasp while his hips jerked as he stroked with frantic urgency.
The first spurt caught you off guard. Thick and pearly, it landed hot across your stomach, gleaming in the low light. Another pulse followed, then another, painting your skin in milky ribbons while his entire body locked up, muscles cording tight, a raw, guttural groan ripping from deep in his chest.
He didn't stop. His hand kept working, fingers sliding through his own mess and dragging out every hot ounce until his cock finally softened in his grip.
You pushed up on your elbows, watching him come undone and breathless. When his hand stilled, you dragged a finger slowly through the pool on your stomach, brought it to your lips, and licked it clean with a soft hum of satisfaction as he watched you.
Before you could do it again, his hand was on your chin, tilting your face up, pulling you into another kiss — hot and messy.
“I love you.” He mumbled.
You smiled against his lips. “I love you more.”
💌 mika’s message like wow clearly all i can write is smut LIKE A WHORE idk ok sorry. this is for my beautiful anon 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶 and also joo bc they love mechanic shota #Real. also i lowk rushed this and im too lazy to fix it so if theres any issues just shshhhhhhh DONT CAREEEUHHH
hiii i hope ur doing well ! i adoreee ur works esp ur piwon ones and so i was wondering if i could request friends to lovers w p1h ? 🥹 im sorry its so vague 😭 u can go in any direction u want w this HAHA
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH PIWON 🧸ྀི
[ extras ] wc varies 530-600 per member. in general, kissing, pet names, and some swearing there and here. and more specific: intak — he's very clueless bc of mixed signals and assumptions lmao (needs a warning). theo — mention of periods, mention of drunk grinding lol
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! i could simply sort them 3 members per scenario and call it a day. but i like to make myself suffer so i went for different tropes of friends to lovers, i hope you like it! i do apologize for the long wait … ;^
@fish-and-cake-net ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ @kstrucknet
┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ] — fake dating
it was keeho's idea – yechan teased him about being single for so long, which lead keeho to leave his brother speechless during his summer stay at home
and you, being his bestie, were the only reasonable choice. obviously you agreed because let's do it for the plot, duh!
you decided to try it out before the monthly stay at keeho's home. and it was all shits and giggles, you made kissy noises at each other. besides, you were used to being close. cuddling to sleep or holding hands was normal for you.
(you even managed to convince your friends that you're dating. theo said something along the lines of "finally…" and you just winked at each other).
when you arrived at his house, yechan was indeed speechless. keeho's arm was draped around you and your hand was resting in the back pocket of his jeans. you clung to each other like glue, keeho sneaking kisses on your cheek and glared at yechan afterwards.
even his parents were shocked! you two looked so cute together, they gushed. and your gaze just lingered on keeho two heartbeats longer – you could get used to that…
a week passes by and yechan asks, genuinely curious, why you never kiss. are you just shy? and keeho replies, yes. but deep down his heart pangs. what it would feel like to kiss you? your lips seem so pretty… and kissable…
so he brings it up one day when you're chilling on the porch, cold drinks freezing on the table.
"i don't mind as long as you want to. i know this might… cross a line in our relationship" you whisper, careful for yechan not to hear. keeho nods, way too fast than he'd like to admit. "fine, pretty boy. let's make your brother feel like a loser. i just… need to prepare myself mentally, if that's fine"
(he's not sure what made him grin like a fool: the nickname or the will to bring his brother down)
during that one month of faking your relationship with keeho, you start to notice more intimate touches. secret glances. kisses on the cheek dangerously close to your lips.
and one day you can't handle it anymore — when he was teasing you about something, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, taking him by surprise. ("what a way to shut him up, good job! please do it more often!" yechan laughed somewhere in the distance). keeho kissed you back, melting into your touch.
you leaned away, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his, feeling like burning from shyness if you even looked at him.
"kyo… i'm not sure if i can pretend any longer" you whispered shakily. "you treat me way too good. i won't find anyone as kind and loving as you…"
and he just smiled, placing his hands on top of yours.
"let's stop pretending" keeho murmured and your eyes shot open, scared. "i'm sure we convinced yechan. duh, even my whole family. y/n, please… let's turn this into reality. i think… i developed real feelings. besides, we just make such a power couple, like c'mon."
(later on — like a year into your relationship — you tell yechan. his ego boosted through the roof… "it's all thanks to me. no need to be grateful but i accept gratitude in cash!")
┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ] — misunderstanding (?)
intak was your friend from your group at uni and you hit it off immediately, becoming besties in no time
he'd always sit with you, gossip, walk you home… and you went on studying dates, cafe hopping. homework? you shared it, same with notes. any project upcoming? you two always were a pair.
same with food (and basically every pen, notebook, bookmark…): what was yours, was his. it was normal for you to bring two sandwiches for each one of you. intak would take a bite of his apple and then offer it to you. at one point, he purely relied on you with food, with his extra dance classes taking all his energy.
once, when you were feeding him as he revised before an exam, keeho fake gagged. "you're such a gross couple, like get a room…"
and just when you were to protest you're not a couple, jiung chimed in.
"for real! also, no shade y/n, but can you chill out with the dates? we also want your boyfriend for ourselves" he joked but your hand froze mid-air (and mid-bite for intak).
"dates?" you asked, blinking. "boyfriend?"
"you're… not dating?" keeho frowned, sensing some miscommunication. intak clearly told them you're a couple. unless…
"we're not? i thought… it's like. natural?" intak almost choked on his food, seeing shock on your face. "no dumb fake "will you be my girlfriend officially" bullshit… i… i thought… you bringing me food and, well, holding you so close… i… i thought it's kind of unspoken and…"
sure, you never kissed nor did he ask you that question. you did share an awful lot of close physical contact, blurring the lines between friendship and romance. like when he held you in his arms to sleep… or when you jokingly bit him…
it just came so naturally, you never thought about it either but… you wouldn't have thought… intak would think… you're a couple. but the idea of being his girlfriend didn't seem… bad. nothing would change, really. you just… didn't… consider it as a possibility and—
"y/n?" intak asked, clearly panicking. keeho and jiung exchanged shocked and stressed looks. 'intak, you idiot!' keeho just cursed mentally at the stupidity of his friend.
"so when… did we start dating?" you asked slowly, unsure how to phrase your words.
"in my mind… two months ago?" intak rose his eyebrows. you just smacked his arm, uncontrollable laughter escaping your throat.
"so all those… times we hung out… were dates? me keeping your boy friends away?" you asked, amused. he nodded shyly. "you like me more than a friend?"
"well, duh" his eyes widened. it's been almost a year since you met and—
"i guess… let me be clear for no more misunderstandings. i am your girlfriend." you started.
"you are?" intak asked, voice small. he was getting more and more confused.
"intak!" you huffed, trying to mask your happiness. "do you want me or not?"
"yes!" he blurted out immediately.
"then i am. officially." you smiled sneakily and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. he blushed hard, barely listening to your next words. "let's just take it slow, it needs to grow on me…"
┆彡 TAEYANG [ 태양 ] — childhood friends to lovers
you and theo knew each other ever since you were born. with your moms being besties, you grew up almost glued to each other. kindergarten, elementary school, high school… living in the same neighborhood…
you and theo knew each other like the back of your own hands. you shared everything, understood each other without words. such a bond could only be formed by years and years of spending time together, knowing the tiniest details about the other.
(you didn't know but your parents shipped you ever since they knew they will be having babies. may or may have not signed you up to everything together on purpose. every. single. time.)
it came to a point where you would live with them for two weeks… or he would sleep over for a week! his house was your and vice versa.
things got complicated when you went to different unis, taeyang majoring in music and you something else. he knew he wouldn't handle being far away from you for months so despite being able to apply everywhere with his good marks, he purposefully chose the same city as you
and, oh so conveniently, of course you decided to rent a small flat together to save up money!
when uni started, much didn't change. besides not sharing classes anymore, theo would still walk you to uni. make groceries with you. go on study dates… cuddle you when you had trouble falling asleep… make your laundry…
once, on a girl date with your new uni friends, someone said: "you and your boyfriend are so adorable! i wish mine would wait for my classes to finish". and then you realized: all you and theo do cross the lines of strictly platonic friendship.
(given that you went to prom together, have wallpapers of each other. hell! you even kissed once or twice and drunkenly grinded against each other…)
but it all just seemed so right with him. he was a natural gentleman, no?
so you decided to ask him, once home. he was making dinner, his study notes all over the counter. you even back hugged him, scared to face him.
"taeyang, do you… do this… for every girl?" you asked quietly. thinking about it, he never even had a girlfriend! his laugh made you shake due to the proximity. then he answered so naturally as if talking about weather.
"y/n, silly. no. it's always been you. everything i do is all for you, only. i've loved you since i was eight, idiot"
you halted, whole world crashing. he did? even when you ugly cried in his arms after watching romantic dramas? even when your period stained through your pants? even… when you had a boyfriend for half a year?
"took you some time to notice" he chuckled to himself, slowly turning around and placing his hands on your shoulders. "do you want to give me a chance, y/n?"
you considered your options. frankly speaking, you did love him. you were always jealous of any girl coming a little too close by… or even felt possessive at times.
"i promise i'll give you the world. i'm so deeply in love, it's driving me crazy that you're so close to me yet so far" he whispered, knowing he's putting your whole friendship on the line. he saw your hesitation, and added. "nothing will change. well, i mean, we'll make out."
you scoffed and smacked his chest, only to lean your head against it. taeyang hugged you, his arms wrapping around you and feeling… just right. like home.
the next day your friends were confused. did you just kiss him?! didn't you say yesterday he's just a friend…?
┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ] — accidental confession
jiung is the perfect man one could could ever dream of. attentive, caring, gentleman, funny. you could go on.
you meet through mutual friends and clicked right away! you were shocked to find out that he attends the same university as you so you often saw each other on campus as well
you often went on study dates together and before you could realize, you started daydreaming about how it would be if you took out the study out of dates
you realized you've fallen hard for him and tried your best to figure out the way how to confess. starting slowly, you began to hang out with him more or bring him snacks
but to your horror, you weren't the only one who had a big fat crush on jiung (i mean, who wouldn't)
there was a girl that started clinging onto him. like, literally. jiung said it's a girl from his group and that he's a bit shocked why she started behaving like that. she even began to squeeze in between you while you ate lunch or hung out on campus.
it started getting on your nerves, seeing her flatter her eyelashes at him. maybe you were jealous; no, you were definitely jealous.
but jiung being the kind soul he is… he felt bad. he just nodded and accepted her presence, not realizing the grip on your pen is turning your knuckles white
you tried to talk to her. asking her to not interrupt you and him – and woah, she said okay?
so now you were calm. you had your jiung time alone and everything turned back to normal.
or so you thought because she just kept asking him to hang out as well. you didn't even want to imagine how she was latched onto him during their classes. or their… alone... time…
your blood was boliling – and you could swear that she always sent you evil smirks when you locked eyes while she was hanging on his shoulder.
jiung prioritized you over her, though. if she wanted to hang out with him when he had his day planned with you, he'd calmly decline.
one day you were sitting on his bed in his room, picking on your hoodie and listening to him talk.
"i just don't know how to say no to her. i'm uncomfortable but i also don't want to be rude" he whined, putting his head in his hands.
"just say no. "do you want to hang out?" and you reply "no, i'm busy". end of story. ji, you're so kind hearted and i adore that about you. i adore many things about you. the way you're considerate even right now, when she's clearly making you uncomfortable and yet! yet, you feel sympathy. i love you for that, for that- that… gentle heart and—" you slowly stopped in your tracks, looking up to meet his shocked gaze.
"you really think that?"
"that… you're… to good for this world…?" you whispered, covering your face with your hands.
"no, that you love me?" jiung asked, shock morphing into a mix of sheepishness, shyness, and cockiness.
"well, uh, maybe… i dunno…" you mumbled and fell on your back, still covering your face. you did not just say that.
you felt the mattress dip next to your head, his presence inevitably close. you peeked through your fingers, seeing a proud smirk on hiss face.
"now i'm starting to think if it was honest or were you jealous, hm?" jiung cocked his head with a smile.
by the time you left his room, you knew your friendship formed into something more <3
┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ] — unexpected realization
you've been friends with shota for a while now, being there for him through thick and thin. you've become a regular in their group outings as well, given the rest of the boys became your close friends too
but with shota tho… you were hanging out with him 24/7, his dorm being your second home. he even gave you the key so you paid him unexpected visits that more often than not turned into couple days long sleepovers
shota loved hugging his plushies to sleep but cuddling you was a game changer. he began to grow used to your presence all the time, finding it weird how to stuffed animals are no match to you. and how he has troubles falling asleep when you're not with him
(he brushed it off and whenever he really needed to cuddle someone to sleep, most of the time going to keeho. once he mentioned to him how he feels and keeho just fell silent, deciding it's best to let figure shota his feelings on his own. but ever since then keeho started noticing how shota's behavior towards you changed; turned gentler.)
you were indulged in his hobbies and passions, bringing him food to his dance practices. or helping him open pokemon cards
and one day when you, shota, and intak were opening them in shota's room, on his bed. it wasn't too big so while him and intak were sitting cross legged next to each other, you decided to rest your head on shota's lap.
and he visibly froze, fingers halting with a shiny card between them. intak pretended not to notice how the younger boy's face got red.
shota then softly put his free hand on your head and started caressing your hair, trying to focus on the cards with you oblivious to the whole situation.
you were watching them unbox the cards, not really understanding what all the stats meant. but when they cheered, you did too. shota occasionally poked your cheek to see you've fallen asleep
"hey, can one of you nerds come and help me—" keeho entered the room and pulled his best poker face on not to burst into a grin upon the cute sight in front of him
"i will" you hummed and slowly got off shota. in order no not get dizzy as soon as you stand up, you waited a moment. shota grabbed your hand with a pout "i'll be right back in a blink"
he watched you leave with keeho, the look on his face resembling a kicked puppy.
why didn't he want you to leave? if he could, he'd have you next to him at all times. it was so comfortable having you on his lap. so close, making him all fuzzy and warm inside. he didn't want to let you go, whether right now or ever.
it hit him like a ton of bricks, his throat going dry.
he liked you more than a friend. he wished to be able to hold you, take care and protect you. to call you his, to crawl under your skin. he was burning with yearning that was deeply rooted in his heart for who knows how long.
"yo, shota, come on" intak's voice made him snap into reality.
and he proceeded to act as if his heart wasn't about to rip his ribcage apart.
┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ] — forced proximity
seobi has a crush and its making him SIIIICK
you were a friend of a friend, later a bestie and his close friend… until he caught himself staring for a little too long, wanting to spend every moment with you… even writing songs about you.
he tried to fight it, like a disease. he thought it would pass — a week, a month… three… four… and almost half a year later he realized he might be incurable.
chances were, he wouldn't take any action. but two things influenced him: a guy named taesan who started being around you suspiciously a lot, and his friends' advice.
"if you don't act, you'll regret it" jiung nodded his head and keeho just furrowed his brows. now he knew his younger friend wouldn't be brave enough. unless…
and that's when the next day keeho said he's throwing a party for his friends! jongseob invited you, of course he did, but also so did keeho since you talked a couple of times before.
seob knew something was up: his older friends were acting surprisingly kind, didn't even scold him to bring anything or help with preparation! a weird occurrence but he thought maybe it was because he arrived with you at the party.
music was loud, some of the people tipsy already. keeho hugged you welcome and lead you to the counter. engaging in small talk, jongseob was stuck to you like glue.
"shit, i ran out of cola. y/n, jongseob, could you bring it? there's a multi-pack on the balcony" keeho asked and you nodded.
the second you two stepped outside, you heard a click of door closing. jongseob's eyes widened as keeho trapped you on the tiny balcony, rolling down the blinds. you looked shocked at jongseob, totally confused, as he stared back at you with mouth agape.
"did you piss him off or something?" you laughed, leaning over the railing. he sighed and leaned next to you, arms touching. still booming bit but much more quieter. it was nice and he preferred such atmosphere anyway.
suddenly, his phone dinged with a imessage notification from keeho that said: 'i'm not letting you out until you confess. have fun xoxo'.
with a huff, seob tucked his phone back into his pocket and stared at your profile, gathering his thoughts. he was making excuses all the time, that there's no time, no appropriate moment to confess… but this was perfect. and he hated keeho for that.
"he's mean, huh?" you huffed, biting the inside of your cheek. the night was slightly cold and you nudged his arm with yours. "but smart."
"yeah." he hummed, still thinking how to— wait.
"jongseob, there's something i need to tell you"
he panicked.
"please don't date taesan, i love you, i mean— i don't love love you, i think, but i really, really, really like you and the thought of him being near you is making me lose my mind and keeho told me—"
your soft lips on his cheek shut him up, processing what he just blurted out. blush bloomed on his face.
"keeho is really mean. he planned this so well because the truth is, i like you too. and my mistake was telling keeho" you grunted. "and, well, i do apologize for taesan. we planned it. i wanted to make you jealous. but keeho was the mastermind here."
jongseob let out a shaky breath, staring at you in disbelief.
"do you want to ditch this party and go on a date?" he asked with a boyish grin.
meeting you at a fansign ・ 피원하모니 gn reader + word count 1.4k genre fluff, idol au cw not proof-read (well it was but not really) — more ✚
keeho notices you the moment he walks into the room, his eyes combing through the crowd casually, chatting with fans or laughing with members but flicking over to you instinctively
when it's your turn he greets you like he already knows you — a familiar, "hey you," paired with that unmistakable soft tone he uses when he's comfortable
there is zero awkwardness between the two of you, talking to him feels like jumping into a conversation half way. he’s super expressive and his cheeks beginning to hurt with the way he can't stop laughing with you
compliments without hesitation, wow you’re so pretty leaves him mid laugh like it just hit him in real time — def teases you within the first thirty seconds
is a bit shy about it but keeps his hand against the table palm up in hopes of you noticing that he wants to hold yours, when you do he gets so giddy
keeho is genuinely interested in whatever you have to say, he's so genuine and sweet will keep the conversation MOVING!
when the staff is trying to move you along he doesn't rush, although if you're a bit flustered he tells you not to worry with the softest smile. his grip stays light on your hand and doesn't let go until the last moment — sending you an exaggerated pout half joking as you stand up from your seat to the next member
additional note: fans around you tease him about how sweet he was being, funny enough he’s still thinking about your interaction two people later... he should’ve slipped in his phone number
theo leans in a little too close when you're talking, tilting his head slightly like he's trying to hear you better — but really it's just an excuse to be closer to you
his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, and you find yourself resting on your forearms just to stop your heart from racing too much
super attentive, talking to him feels like talking to an old friend. he constantly asks about how you've been and if you've been enjoying yourself here in the country, in fact he's the one who's leading the conversation. probably compliments your voice too
he's a little awkward at first, offering a soft “hi” and making small talk, but once you bring up something you're both passionate about, he's smiling way too much and nodding along like he’s known you forever
suddenly becomes so expressive with his actions, slipping in a bunch of jokes and teases and moving around so much in his seat. the staff have to remind him to keep signing because he’s too busy talking to you
slips his hands in yours, thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles while you speak. your camera catches the way he stares at you so lovingly, like you hung the stars or something
when the staff reminds you that your time is up, he’s clasping onto your hand telling you to not forget what you both talked about
additional note: if you give him a plushie better believe he’s holding onto it, keeping it on his hip while he walks around and dances, refusing to let it go
jiung catches sight of you before you reach him — watching you in the crowd while you talk to your friends or stare into space. there's a moment you turn slightly and catch him looking, instead of glancing away he just smiles to himself
confident from afar, but the second you’re in front of him? he fumbles just a little
the way your eyes meet his makes him light up instantly, his gummy smile on full display. compliments your smile not once but twice — something sweet and cheesy like, “you're kind of glowing right now… is that just your natural smile?”
laughs when you laugh, head thrown back and fist against his lips doing nothing to hide the gummy smile — it echoes through the room and everyone can't help but smile as well
listens to every single word you say like it's something he wants to memorise, somewhere halfway through, he grabs your hands without realizing it, fingers intertwined and completely forgets to let go — even when the staff is gently trying to move things along
when you finally move on, his fingers linger just for a moment longer and watch you walk away with a fond little grin
glances over at your seating area throughout the fansign, holding onto your gift and asks if you want him to pose for you :( "can i go?" he mouths from afar and then starts posing
intak sees you saving and definitely waves back (even if you didn't see it)
he mentions it when you reach him — “you were waving earlier right? i saw you” with a boyish grin and stars in his eyes
he's too obvious with how much he's sneaking glances, and the fans beside you start to giggle because he's not being subtle at all
tries to answer your questions the best he can without bursting into a fit of giggles — “you know that um thing,” and then uses his hands to try and describe it to the best of his ability
challenges you to a quick game of rock paper scissors, and when you win, he pouts playfully before signing your album (which the staff had to remind him to actually do) when you're holding hands across the table, he gives you a gentle squeeze before you leave, a playful “only look at me, okay?” leaving his lips in a hushed whisper when you reluctantly have to let go
scours the crowd for you and poses for your camera, if you tell him a pose a certain way he'll listen to whatever you've commanded — sends a thumbs up to see if you're ready
soul hopes he's not being too obvious when you come into the view, already smiling before it's your turn
doodles all over your page — your name in bubble letters, little stars and hearts around his signature — all while stealing glances at you. draws a heart, looks up, looks down, draws another heart. he's so cute
super smiley the entire time, just like intak he tries to explain things the best he can and really wants you to have a good time
lets you put any charms or accessories on him, leaning his head down so you can put whatever hairclips you have in store
when you compliment him in japanese, he'll shoot his head up and look at you with his eyes wide like woah?? you said what???
the fact that you took some time to learn his mother tongue makes his heart swell, he's now a bit more comfortable complimenting you back and giving you places to visit. grabs your hand and tells you how he's so happy and grateful, def tells you that you're his favourite among all the fans
draws an emoticon dedicated to you on your album and tells you to visit him soon :((
jongseob whose teeth peek out from his lips when you greet him, a nervous giggle leaves him when you tell him how pretty he looks
shakes his head and goes no way you're prettier while he takes the album
asks about your day, whether you've eaten a meal yet and if the trip over was okay
leans in close in hopes of catching your words better, occasional nods and small smiles. compliments you a ton though ("i like your hair/your clothes are so cool"), finds himself enticed by your nails
pretty much brings your hands closer to him while he plays with the designs, asking you what they mean, how long they took, if they hurt and what not
when you start asking him questions about his day he short circuts and suddenly he finds himself trying to explain EVERYTHING to you
watching him trying to find his words because he really likes hearing your voice
let's you put accessories on him, loves the feeling of your hands brushing against his hair— asks you if it looks good when he pushes up his hair. grins so much, does not want to let you go
when you return to your seat he tries to keep the convo going, mouthing "are you okay?" with his brows furrowed trying to read your lips
additional note: jongseob definitely uploads a selfie on fromm with your accessories all over his hair and he totally would not try to mimic your nails to the best of his ability
notebook you don't understand how much I shat myself trying to write this... pls reblog & leave feedback!!
⤷ prefers to smother you a bit. it was a joke at first, the night he climbed on top of you and went boneless just to hear you laugh. but it was actually so comfy for the both of you that he sorta just stayed there. this also goes for if he could have you on top of him too, he'd gladly accept it. can only sleep if you're on his chest. not just your head, either. your whole body. he will not be content until your legs are a tangled mess and your hair is messily sprawled out across his chest. he needs easy access to kissing your head a million times throughout the night. if he can't actively lay down, he'll just pick you up and hold you against his chest, just high enough that you can't touch the ground and have to cling to him.
「 soul. 」
⤷ sleep cuddler and there's no escaping from it. he's happy with being the big or little spoon, happy if you wanna lay on his chest, he doesn't care how it happens but he needs it mkay. hopefully you don't overheat because if you try to move away from him, he will be heartbroken! he likes to tease about it but really he just loves the feeling of you falling soundly asleep in his arms. loves how you snuggle into him in your sleep. when he’s the little spoon, you press so close with your arms wrapped around him so he can easily hold both of your hands in one of his, and he always keeps them close to his chest all night. as a big spoon, holding you is the greatest part of his every day, and he's not afraid to tell you.
「 jongseob. 」
⤷ likes it when you rest your head in his lap or likes to just have you on his lap in general. while he’s at his computer producing a song, it's his favorite thing to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest. he just likes to have you close whenever he can. will rest his chin on your shoulder as you watch him mix music. kisses your cheek a lot too. sometimes you’d make him lay on your lap while you're both lounging on the couch and he probably laughs at you when he complies. but then he settles into your thighs and you run your hands through his hair and he's out like baby in minutes. so now it's your guys' thing.
💬 OR piwon ot6 accompanying you to a doctor’s appointment . . . ❤︎
&&. allusions to medical anxiety / chronically ill reader, etc. fem-implied but gender neutral reader. established relationship.
❤︎ KEEHO . . .
automatically assumes he’s invited in when you ask him to take you. if you only wanted him to drive you and have him wait in the lobby, you’ll have to gently push him back into his chair when the nurse comes to collect you.
he’ll seem mildly offended but will respect your space. demands details afterwards, but won’t hassle you if you prefer to keep it private (it’s only because he worries </3)
❤︎ THEO . . .
will try to make you laugh on the way to the clinic to ease your nerves. he doesn’t want you to worry (that’s his job…)
does not say a WORDDD during the whole damn appointment, watching you the entire time to make sure you’re okay and comfortable as you can be. will hold your hand during any uncomfortable procedures.
❤︎ JIUNG . . .
waits to be asked to come in with you. he respects your privacy and feels a little awkward coming into your appointment with you, but your comfort is far more important to him than his own, so if you want him there, he’s by your side no matter what.
asks your doctor questions you hadn’t thought about and makes sure everything is cleared up, he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance.
❤︎ INTAK . . .
holds your hand to comfort you (and himself. medical settings make him nervous). might be a little jittery the whole time, but he pays close attention to everything the doctor tells you in case you miss any details.
definitely goes home to do his own research too, but inadvertently freaks himself out more if he finds any exaggerated symptoms that don’t apply to you.
❤︎ SHOTA . . .
is more patient than you’d think. he’s completely unbothered by unfamiliar medical equipment and long wait times. he just wants to be there for you.
always takes you for a sweet treat afterward. you deserve a reward for getting through the nightmares that he knows doctors’ appointments can be.
❤︎ JONGSEOB . . .
is on his phone for most of the appointment, but definitely listening intently. also asks a lot of follow-up questions, but they’re more for his understanding than yours. he wants to be as in-the-know as he can be in order to help you better.
another who feels a bit awkward coming to medical appointments with you, but he always wants to be there for you in case you need him. he does what he can to make the rest of your day easier too.
💭 — tried out a diff format and i lowkey loveee. ive been having some (mostly minor) health problems lately so ive been at the doctors a lot the past few months, so i hope this resonates with anyone who also struggles with medical anxiety or chronic conditions 🫶🫶
