genre: royal au; fluff inspired by a fucking barbie movie leave me alone okay
⇥ warnings: if having a ballroom dance with hyunjin is a warning, then <3, district names are randomly chosen, not meant in reference to SKZ !!
wc: 1.5 K
⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Hwang Hyunjin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡
part of: the url drabble game; requested by @tpwkjerii (requests for this are closed now!)
↯ note: dghwey i had literally no idea what to write for your url, so i searched up the full form of “tpwk” and ended up with “treat people with kindness”. I developed it into an idea i already had. Tell me if you like it <33 ⇥ dawn.☀️
↯ note 2: oh... i cannot... write fantasy for the life in me. ⇥ dawn.☀️
“Ladies, all in line.” The instructor clapped her hand, signaling all the princess and lady royals to line up in front of her. You quickly scrambled out of where you were seated, almost doubling over your heels as you tried to wobble your way to the line.
Oh curse those heels. They were gonna be the reason you crashed headfirst into the floor one day, you were sure. They were those typical pointy, magenta colored pumps that only an expert in poise could pull of properly. Your uniform didn’t help either, layers and layers of clothing — topped of with a jacket, which meant you would be sweating buckets if it weren’t for the air conditioning.
Gosh, you hated being the princess and heir to the next throne. Why couldn’t you just lounge in the courtroom in your sweats and sneakers? They were more fashionable anyway. When your mom had told you that you were gonna attend “Royal Training School”, you’d pictured horse riding in the lush green stables, elegant dinners with rich silverware, and most of all — just having some time away from the royal castle, just having some time for yourself and having fun in that time.
Well, you were in for a huge mess.
It’d been only a week since you attended this place, and you hated it. The place woke you up at 5 a.m., shoved breakfast (which was mostly a piece of “high gluten” bread) to your hands and then took you ballroom dancing. So your day was terrible from the beginning already. There was no horseback riding, no sword fighting, because according to your parents — “princesses didn’t do fights”. Seemed superstitious to you, someone with a forward thinking mind, but what could you do?
Too dazed in your thoughts, your foot slipped and you lurched forward. You yelped loudly, but before you could catch the attention of the class or feel the polished marble against your face, a hand wrapped around your waist, ceasing your fall and holding you mid-air.
“You okay, princess?”
You snapped back into attention, eyes meeting with your classmates, all of them having a shocked look on their faces, and some of them anger. Turning around, you were surprised to gaze into hazel brown eyes that seemed to draw you in without reserve.
“Um..., princess?”
“Ah, yes!” You snapped out of it once again, straightening up as you smoothened the fabric of your shirt. “T-Thank you.” You took once glance at his face, and... wow. He was absolutely ethereal. His golden locks of hair fell perfectly over his temples, he adorned a majestic black suit and by just looking at him, he exuded confidence.
He giggled. “It’s alright, princess. Glad you aren’t hurt.”
“Oh, that-”
“Ahem!” The both of you looked to the side, noticing now how the entire class, along with the instructor were giving you snobby glares. “If you’re done chit chatting, can we start out class, Princess Y/N and Prince Hyunjin?”
Hyunjin. That was a pretty name.
You noticed that there was another line of men, wearing similar attire like Hyunjin, lined up in front of the princesses. “They must be from another academy,” Silent thoughts flooded your mind as you took your place, and your eyes went wide when you found yourself face to face with the Hyunjin guy again, though there was a reasonable distance between the both of you.
“Now, royals.” The instructor chimed, clacking her heels against the surface as she waltzed to the edge of the room. “You’ve been practicing ballroom dancing with yourselves for a while now, so The Head and me decided that it would be a good idea for you to get a little peek of what the actual thing looks like.” She said uninterestedly, picking at the underside of the nails as she started the music.
Immediately, slow, melodious music flooded through the speakers as you looked at one another. and then at the guy in front of you... err, Hyunjin. “You’ve already been partnered up, so get started.”
Your mouth dropped open a bit when you realised what the instructor’s statement meant, almost panicking when all the girls next to you bowed down gracefully, coaxing you to follow the same. Hyunjin did the signature “bow down and lend a hand” pose like his other classmates, and you hesitantly straightened up, lending a hand to him.
Immediately, just like how confident he looked, he pulled you close to himself, settling his hands on your hips as a smirk graced his features.
Ah... so he’d noticed you blushing.
You didn’t know why you were blushing in the first place. You’d never met this person before, but something about him just made the giddy schoolgirl in you bubble up to the surface. You shyly settled your hands on his shoulders, moving along to the beat with his motions... and silently praying your ant’s worth of dancing knowledge would not fuck this up.
“So, should we do the introductions?”
“What?” You asked, almost stumbling on your feet once again. You made a mental reminder to burn the current pair of heels you were sporting.
“Don’t you introduce yourself to the person you’re dancing with?” he heaved a laugh, almost melting at how adorably bashful you were getting in his hold. You were about to mumble a response, but then stopped, gathered your confidence, and smiled sweetly.
“Oh well then, I’m Princess Y/N from District 8; honor to meet you.” You said in a sing song voice, muffling a laugh as Hyunjin twirled you around in his hold and pulled you back. The velvet coat was soft under your touch, and for some odd reason, you wondered how his soft-lookin hair would feel under your palm.
“I’m Prince Hyunjin from District 10; equally honored to meet you,” He tilted his head to the side and you noticed him bite his lip for a second. Brushing it off, you continued swaying to the music, feeling slightly more at ease now.
“How’s school here, princess Y/N? You enjoying?” His tone was respectful, almost like he was talking to a friend he met after many years,
“Nah,” You rolled your eyes, making Hyunjin look at you like a confused puppy, waiting for you to explain. Hyunjin wasn’t used to someone hearing they disliked royal training, especially when he’d found it nothing but enjoying.
“It’s just the same old. “Oh go to ballroom, learn to balance books on your head, walk with grace, eat your food elegantly, dance again. sleep early!” Your voice was a hushed whisper, yet mocking. “You’d think that’s what I should’ve expected, but I wanted to learn sword fighting, horse riding, that kind of stuff. They barely let us outdoors here.” You tsked, watching as Hyunjin bit his lip again.
“What?” You asked, figuring that Hyunjin knew you’d noticed his action.
He chuckled. “Your stepping on my toes.”
“Oh crap I am?” You looed down, pulling your feet farther away from his as an apology crawled up your tongue, but before you could shoot it out, Hyunjin stopped you. “It’s okay.”
“Maybe I’ll step on yours and we’ll get even?” He winked, a smug look on is face as he waited for your reply. The music was basically forgotten at his point, both f you lost in a world where nobody else existed, just you, your thoughts, your words, and your giggles. You mirrored his playful expression. “I’d like to see you try.”
Hyunjin didn’t break eye contact, and you felt a small flutter in your chest when he did so. He lifted his foot, but you were too quick, you moved your foot away the moment he settled his own down, and then for revenge, you stepped on his foot once again.
“Ouch!” Hyunjin shrieked, and thanks to the loud music. no one could hear him. You hadn’t stomped too hard thankfully, but Hyunjin’s cute expression when he crinkled his nose sent you into a spiral of giggles.
“Hey! You’re supposed to treat people with kindness” He pouted, twirling you around once again as he led you to the next spot in the ballroom. Your feet basically slid around at this point, and you didn’t even mind your heels.
“Yeah? That’s what you get for trying to step on a princess’ toes.” You rested your head against his shoulder, muffling your giggles as well as calming your heart at the sudden sprut of confidence.
Hyunjin’s grip on your waist tightened, making you straighten up, faint heat dusting your cheeks. The dance was almost coming to an end, and you wished it could go on forever. You hadn’t had such fun in a while, but unfortunately, Hyunjin didn’t belong to this academy. Sadly, the dance would come to an end.
“Maybe I can teach you horse riding?” Hyunjin inquired, a curious glint in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You gasped in shock.
“Y-you’d be willing to do that?”
“Of course, if you’re up for it.”
“How will we even do that?”
“I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t sneaked out of the premises at night.”
You remained silent.
“Thought so.” Hyunjin winked again. “So, what do you say?”
You twirled around one more time, moving slightly closer to him when you came back this time. The next moment, the music stopped, and you murmured to him with a smirk pulled at your lips.
“I’d be on top of the world.”
↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️
Summary: Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.
Thoughts: This fic gave me the same feeling as when I heard “for him” by Troye Sivan for the first time. I couldn’t/shouldn’t relate in absolute with the song because I wasn’t nor madly in love nor a famous and talented singer-songwriter yet, here I was relating to it, feeling all those nice and warm feeling because that’s what art is about, right? It doesn’t matter if you are living the opposite at what the artist is showing you, if the put enough love, you will feel what they’re feeling and you will feel happy for them. Well, THAT WAS ME WITH THIS FIC SIS, it’s like the author sat besides me en went “alright b, I know you don’t like mushy stuff, I know you live for te angst BUT HAVE YOU READ WHAT THESE IDIOTS ARE DOING? DONT YOU WANT TO AWW WITH THEM?” and you can’t help but say... “BITCH YES”
It was fun, it was sweet, it was soft, it was a chill day while you are in a cozy place drinking your favorite beverage and eating your favorite food. This made me smile so big and feel so so happy, I want you to feel the same so please go read this.
♡ pairing: felix x reader
♡ genre: domestic bliss au, fluff.
♡ warnings: none, kissing lixie’s freckles. 🥺 very undescriptive making out included so if you’re uncomfortable that’s a warning <3
♡ word count: 1.1 K </3
♡ type: drabble.
♡ network tag: @inkidz @districtninewriters @skzwritersclub @stayverse
♡ part of: the url drabble game by @serendipityfelix ! (requests for this are closed now!) this is my fifth try on getting this to show up in the darn tags </3
“The sky looks great today doesn’t it?” You hear Felix’s deep voice pouring in from behind. Sigh once, and you turn behind to look into his glimmering eyes, silently watching in rapture as he takes his seat beside you.
“Hmm, it does…” You silently mumble, pressing your knees to your chest as you lock them in with your hands. The sky looks exceptionally pretty today, you’ve got to admit. The bright mix of purple, pink and blue with the faint twinkling of stars blends into a blanket of bliss and solitude. Living in a relatively less populated and polluted city certainly helps your affinity for stargazing, that’s for sure.
You feel a warm arm around your shoulder, coaxing you to lean in, into the embrace beside you until your head comes in contact with your boyfriend’s soft yet firm chest. You unwind in his arms when you take in the scent of his musky cologne, delving deeper, deeper into his warmth until you feel no less than a mushy puddle.
You can hear the deep voice of Felix’s giggle resounding through his chest, impulsively bringing his hand to your hair as he cards his fingers through them gently. You lift your head just a bit to align your eyes with his.
Holy hell, if you think the night sky was pretty, you haven’t seen the stars in his eyes. They sparkle and shine more than the brightest star out there — they take your breath away, drown you in a vortex of your own thoughts and suddenly, you’re pulled closer, closer towards him until your lips barely touch each other’s.
The surprised yelp that leaves Felix’s lips is nothing compared to the loud voice that screams at you inside your chest, pushing you further and further as you slowly take your place in his lap. Surprisingly, this was one of your favorite locations — in your boyfriend’s lap, on the rooftop, the stars in his eyes and in the night sky enveloping you and rendering you completely mesmerized.
You sigh against his mouth when you feel his palms press against the clothed skin of your back, rubbing over it gently and exhaling in content. Your cheek’s pressed against his shoulder, and from here you get a perfect view of features in close up — his black hair, the curve of his nose, his eyes as they stare at the night sky. And the one feature that draws you in, of course — the freckles that dot over his cheeks.
You lean in to press a chaste kiss over a delicate whisper of an affectionate “I love you”, straightening your back as you cup his cheeks in your hands. Felix seems to go limp in your hold, eyes fluttering close as he revels in the feeling of your warm hands against his skin. Lean in, kiss again with renewed passion this time, before resting your foreheads against each other and breathing as one.
You feel your cheeks go warm when Felix’s gaze burn into you, silently maneuvering your position to peck over his freckles. He’s again, warm under your lips, and you can feel him stuttering to come up with a response as you smother him in your silent affection.
Before he can say anything, however, you break the silence.
“You know,” You bring a finger to trace over the slight pigmentation on his skin. “Your freckles remind me of the stars.”
“What?” Felix chuckles. “Y/N- whyyyy…” He whines turning to focus his gaze onto yours, and you feel yourself warm up once again. His grip on your waist tightens just a bit for a second before he smooths over the fabric of your shirt with his thumb. Nonetheless, he cocks his head, curious to see what you have to say. While appreciating his freckles has been ever the common, Felix had never had someone compare it to the beauty of nature — he can feel himself blushing. He’s thankful that it’s dark right now.
“No I’m serious!” You exclaim, placing a peck onto his cheek, giggling giddy in love. It’s like you’ve woven a bubble around yourself, one in which only you and Felix existed, everything else be damned. This. this is always how you love it. Just in his arms, not giving an ounce of attention to your surroundings, just drowning in the addiction who is Lee Felix.
“See, there’s Ursa Major….” You drag your fingertips across the dots, joining them into the constellation before placing soft pecks to the areas you run your fingers through, smiling when you feel his skin hot under your lips. “And there’s Pisces, and- ooh! that’s Cygnus…”
Felix seems to squirm in your gentle yet firm hold the more and more you trace over his freckles, the more you tickle his skin with light touches and the more your lips flutter against his cheek. They almost tickle against his skin, and Felix can feel his heart swell from the affection. He almost feels himself melt, and allows a beaming wide smile to take over his face as he wraps his arms firmly around your waist, laying back against the rooftop and taking you down with him.
You gasp at the sudden action, relaxing soon after as you melt further into his hold, sighing into his the fabric of his hoodie and clutch at his sides. Your cheek pressed against his chest, Felix’s deep voice resonates through your ears once again as he says silently, tucking your hair behind your ear — “I think if you go any further than that, I’ll have to kiss you to a stop.”
A wide grin takes over your features. “Who’s stopping you?” You lift your head up, raising a challenging eyebrow at him. His expression is dizzying, you can feel your head grow cloudy as you delve into the universe that’s his eyes. it’s funny how the boy who wears his heart on his sleeve has you wrapped around his finger — it’s funny how all it takes for your resolve to crumble down is just one bright smile.
The giggle that leaves him, followed by the subsequent press of his lips against yours, is dizzying too.
↳ just a random day with your husband and your son. Caution because you may melt from the fluff. ;-;
genre: marriage au ; fluff
⇥ warnings: none, if you don’t count the tooth rotting fluff I wrote, also not proofread so please excuse any errors.
wc: 1.5 K 🤡 (This.... this was supposed to be a blurb...)
⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Hwang Hyunjin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. Also Sunoo here is only the name chosen for MC’s and Hyunjin’s child, it does not represent the member of Kpop group ENHYPEN. ♡
part of: the url drabble game; requested by @sunoo-luvs
↯ note: duhuewh i seriously don’t know why I named this sunset and vine especially when it has no similarity. But anyways, I hope you like it Zaara !! This was fun to write, and hehe I hope you like the little thing I did at the end. ;) Also forgive if this is shit. I tried :(( ⇥ dawn.☀️
The loud wail of your son’s cry erupted throughout the room, leaving your body tense as you rushed to the small, but cozy corner of the room. You’d only woken up a mere half an hour ago, having to pry yourself off your husband’s embrace as you started your daily routine.
You’d brushed your teeth, washed your face, started the coffee pot before going to water all the lush green plants that grew in your backyard. The backyard held quite a lot of close memories to you. You vividly remembered fighting with Hyunjin — your husband — to specifically choose a house that had a backyard, being enamoured with growing your own plants.
And of course, Hyunjin couldn’t deny you. Even if he wasn’t a fan of gardening, he couldn’t deny you the moment you gave him the soft expression and the pout™. The one that always rendered him soft from inside, one he could simply not resist.
So, when you heard the cry, it was pretty obvious Sunoo — your son — had either woken up because of a nightmare, or he was hungry. You hoped it was the latter, because your son tended to get particularly clingy when he woke up from a bad dream, plus you wished he wasn’t tormented with any bad memories. It was a trait he’d gotten from his father — Hyunjin tended to cuddle you extremely close when he woke up from a nightmare, which you honestly never minded.
The sound had stopped when you reached for the door handle, but you nevertheless, tiptoed slowly into the room, being oh-so-careful to not make a single sound, so as to wake up your husband or your son for that matter.
Immediately, you were welcomed with the sound of sweet giggles. Hyunjin had most likely not noticed when you entered, because as you stood at the doorway; he was lying on his back on the mattress, Sunoo in his hands as he lifted him high up into the air as though he were an airplane.
In fact, you were sure Sunoo thought he was an airplane, because the child spread his tiny arms out, a beaming smile on his face — one of pure joy. The scene honestly made your heart swell, you found yourself frozen at the door as you watched the almost raw, honest interaction between the father and his son. His hair and his eyes were jet black, almost tiny crescents because of how wide he was smiling, mirroring his father’s expression.
The sunlight poured from the half open windows (you’d opened it in the morning to allow fresh air to circulate) made it seem as though the both of them glowed. Almost trapped in the moment, so much happiness painted in their expressions.
Overcome with sudden emotion, you smiled, walking over to the mattress before plopping down at the edge.
“Sunoo, say good morning to mama~” Hyunjin said, noticing your entrance.
“Good morning” The little child said, or so you thought. You stretched your hand out, almost melting when his tiny hand wrapped around your finger, a coo leaving your lips as you rubbed his soft cheek with your other hand.
Looking at him with loving eyes, you asked “I heard a cry.”
“Yeah, I think he’s hungry.” Hyunjin yawned lowly, lifting Sunoo into your arms as he stretched his limbs out. His expression was dazed, as one’s usually would when they just woke up. “Good morning love,” He kissed your forehead after straightening up, and you smiled and mouthed the same in reply.
“Fine, I’ll go get him some breakfast, would you keep him distracted till then?” You murmured, though you knew Hyunjin wasn’t one to say no, especially to spend more time with his son. “Of course, love.” Hyunjin sighed, reaching out to tuck a soft strand of hair behind your ear. “You look gorgeous today.”
“Oh shut up, I haven’t even washed my face yet.” Typical Hyunjin, always the one to fluster you with so many compliments, even after so many years. And even after years of marriage, you still felt yourself get bashful over his tiny words of appreciation.
“And?” You giggled when Sunoo lied his head against your shoulder, yawning slightly as he murmured “Mama, mama” in his sleep. Hyunjin’s eyes drifted to his son’s suddenly sleepy form thrown over your shoulder, automatically reaching out to stroke his hair gently as he smiled.
His eyes glistened in the sunlight, filled with nothing but pure love and pinch of contentment at the scene in front of him. You — both of you — were his true home. This was the place, the sight that made him feel most joyous, the place where he could truly let go and be himself. The both of you were his guiding compass, and Hyunjin was ever-the-grateful. He would always be so.
“You’re too much.” You rolled your eyes playfully; handing Sunoo to his dad before rushing to the kitchen to prepare his meal. Knowing your son (a little too well), it would take about two minutes before he remembered that he was hungry again.
While you quickly mashed up the strawberries and filled water into his cup, your husband had taken Sunoo out into the garden, and you figured he was most likely distracting him with the sight of the freshly bloomed roses. It was a good thing, because Sunoo also loved flowers — again, a trait he picked up from his father.
While he looked a lot like you, he’d adopted most of Hyunjin’s habits — you didn’t really know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But it was adorable, especially when he’d give you a flower that seemed massive in his tiny hand, a small smile on his face paired with an innocent expression — or when he’d pat your head to wake you up on the occasional day he woke up earlier than you.
When you went out into the garden, Hyunjin and Sunoo were seated on the porch, and you almost laughed at how seriously they were examining a rose bud — almost like it held a treasure deeper within it. When you sat down next to him in silence, setting the tray of food at the side, Hyunjin glanced at you the whole time, eyeing you with a smirk pulled on his lips. He looked like he was admiring you, and honestly? You could get lost in his eyes, they sparkled as bright as the stars in a night sky, in a galaxy.
“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hyunjin simply poked at Sunoo’s arm, and immediately, your sun turned to his side, extending his tiny (yes, you were still not over the fact that Sunoo was adorably small, even if he was a child) hand with the rose bud clutched tightly, mouthing the words, “For you, mama~” but because of the fact that he didn’t know how to pronounce well yet, it came out as “Fow wou, mama” which in all honesty, just made you explode with emotion.
I swear to god, you thought. You and your father are going to be the death of me.
“Awe,” You cooed, gently taking the rosebud from his hand as you took a moment to examine it’s petals. Hyunjin always taught him little phrases of speech, though a little part of you melted with fuzziness every time Sunoo tired them out on you. “Thank you, little one.” You rubbed his cheek with the back of your index finger again, an action that led Sunoo to burst into a fit of giggles. He always loved it when you did that.
“I love you.”
You didn’t address the statement to particularly any of them, because it was meant for both. At this point, you were the happiest. Being with your small family in your cozy abode, sharing moments like these that always filled you with overwhelming warmth — the tiniest of things always gave you happiness, ever since you stumbled upon the man who ended up being your husband.
At this point, you knew, all fell at place. You could never feel grateful enough to have a literal angel for a husband, and then Sunoo came into your life. You’d always remember those small moments that brought a smile to your face, be it because of your husband or your son, or when they collectively plotted something to lighten your mood when you were feeling down, or when they were simply there, happy and smiling, almost like an embrace of joy.
When you snapped out of your daze, Hyunjin had gently taken your hand in his own, looking at you with an intrigued look, as though questioning what you might be thinking of. You shook your head, running your thumb against the skin of his knuckles.
“I love you too,” Hyunjin said, looking down to Sunoo, who was basically gawking at the both of you wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He laughed, the look almost intoxicating. Taking your son’s hand, Hyunjin placed it on your palm, a small squawk of delight leaving the child’s lips.
“And Sunoo loves you too.”
↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor at least this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️
pairing: music major senior!han x music major junior!reader
genre: university (?? idk) au; fluff.
⇥ warnings: very terribly™ written by a person who has a -8.9 knowledge in music, also the singing parts are not very well described and this may seem incomplete because i’m trying to force teach myself to write short, but oh well 🤧 I wanna write a longer fic based on this in the future hhhhhhhh. me after writing this fic: wow i really clowned myself at “short fic” didn’t I 🤡 also not proofread so be mindful of errors and google autocorrect <//3
word count: 1.7 K 🤡
⇥ disclaimer: this writing does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡
type: blurb drabble 😭 (why can I never write sh0rt hmph >:( )
part of: the url drabble game; requested by @missinghan :’’) (requests for this are closed now!)
!!; song y/n is imagined to sing here is ‘Freedom 90, the Pitch Perfect Version (of course, with pre added acappella). You may find the song here, if you wanna listen to it. hhhhhh this is based on my rusty research about music equipment (which may be wrong) so if this is not what it’s supposed to mean please go easy on me. 😂
↯ note: hhhhh okay so this one has no direct mention or relation to your url but I rather picked it up from your url ~vibes~ (since the only idea that was dropping into my head was making han go missing ufhurg) so I hope you don’t mind ! Hope you like it uwu 💓 Happy reading. <3 Again this will not compare to your writing queen, but I tried. 😔 ⇥ dawn.☀️
“Gosh, this is a music recording, not a date — what’s there to be scared about?” Your friend chided, setting up the mic and the filter as you panicked behind the glass. “You’re a music major! Isn’t this supposed to be what you do?”
“You’re saying that like you aren’t one, and you totally didn’t freak out two days ago, Sana.”
Sana huffed, shaking her head before moving to connect all the wires in place. “Yeah. but…” Her voice came out low when she crouched down to fix all the wires. “The nerves shake off eventually. You’ve nothing to worry. Did you hydrate?”
“I’ve been sipping on this water bottle for the past half an hour!” You sighed, walking inside the booth to stand next to your friend. “And what do you mean ‘shake off’ — you mean that time you ‘accidentally’ broke the headphones when you wear putting them on?” A bite of your lip to stifle your laugh, and Sana’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.
“Wow, you’re gonna-” She slapped your arm after getting up. “-bring that up even though we had an agreement that we’re gonna keep it a secret?”
“Okay, ouch that hurts!” You chortled. “There’s no one here though, I still kept my promise.”
“Yeah right, in a rented schoolroom studio, with cameras everywhere.”
“They still wouldn’t be able to hear me, right?” You pointed out, bursting into a fit of giggles, nervousness be damned when Sana pouted in defeat.
“Fine, now help me set this up. Come onnnnn…” Your friend shook your arm violently to kick you out of your laughter. You shook your head, crouching over again to fix the wires while your friend set up all the equipment outside the booth.
“All set?”
“Yeah…” You took a deep breath fixing your dress up a bit before reaching your hand out, fitting the headphones snug over your ears. Your eyes caught on something black lying on the tables, and you pointed it out.
“Whose headphones are those?” You pointed out, and Sana looked to the direction. “Eh,” she brushed it off. “Probably the person who’d received this room to record before, they’ll take care of it.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, nodding. “Now come on, let’s start. We have to submit this tomorrow and I have a movie date, so it can’t get later than this.”
“Alright,” You chimed, clearing your throat once, twice before inhaling deeply. You were surely nervous before, but somehow singing always helped you disconnect from your surroundings, it was your escape — one of the main reason you’d chosen music technology in a heartbeat when you found out it was an option for your major.
“Ready? And, go.”
Sana hit a button, causing soft music to play through the headphones, a melody she’d carefully crafted over nights of 3 am coffee and many, many texts to you — most of them saying “I wanna sleeeepppppp waaaaa”. You’d obviously heard it before but you realised why it took her so long (nearly a week), because it was near perfection.
“Heaven knows I was just a young boy~”
The song went pretty smoothly on the most part, with Sana stopping you in between verses and and going over parts she wanted you to repeat, which you gladly complied. She was the senior, of course.
When it cam down to the last verse, about half an hour had passed — and you felt pretty good about it. your vocals were shining pretty well and blended with the music perfectly, which put you at ease.
“Okay, let’s finish this.” Sana said, focused on changing up the settings, before giving you a countdown, hitting play. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you waited for the beat drop to end, leading to your high note. That again. went pretty well, along with the rest of the song, finishing it up with an exhale.
When you removed the headphones and got out of the booth — you met the eyes of someone you did not expect to see standing there.
“O-Oh, hello Han-ssi.” You bowed down in gratitude, overly surprised of his presence.
Han was, just like Sana, your senior. He was one of the best students in your academy — of course, scoring the highest grade in all of his tests. Many would say otherwise because of his tsundere nature, but you could tell that he had a burning passion for music under those eyes. You’d listened to his tracks in various events your university hosted — and safe to say you were in love with his music. He had a way of making his tracks sound so… real? And natural — the kind that you wouldn’t get bored of no matter how many times you heard it.
Han bowed back and mumbled a silent “hello~” back to you before extending hia hand past you to grab the headphones placed on the table. Ohhh, so that’s why they were familiar. You’d noticed them hanging around his neck multiple times on campus.
Once he’d chatted with Sana and you for a bit (more Sana than you) and bowed before he left, you grabbed Sana’s arm before pulling her towards yourself.
“How long was he here for?” You whispered, a pout on your face.
“Umm, I think throughout the last verse?” Sana shrugged.
“What?” Your shoulders slumped. “Didn’t he come to pick up his headphones?”
“Are you seriously getting flustered right now?” Your friend narrowed her eyes playfully, making a teasing noise as she pushed at your shoulder.
“Ah,” You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so teasing, I’m just a little shy of anyone else hearing my singing.” You flapped your hand to brush her statement away — before she could say something or point it out how evidently flustered you’d grown of the fact that your role model — the Han Jisung — had listened to your music.
“Well, you’re a music major, kid. Get used to it.”
And with that, Sana bid her goodbye to you, helping you wrap up the place before hopping down the stairs, earphones plugged into her ears as she hummed a tune all the way.
You silently stood in front of the elevator, playing with the hem of your sleeves as you waited for it to arrive. Curse at your studios for being on the last floor of the building, waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity.
You also didn’t notice the random person that stood beside you. it was getting late anyways, the sun was almost close to setting by the time you were done, so it was only obvious that the remaining students would go home.
“So, you sing?” A very familiar sounding voice echoed in your ears, and you flipped your head to the side, once again meeting the eyes of someone you didn’t expect to meet right now.
And of course, if was Han Jisung.
Now that you weren’t freaking out (but you were close to), you could focus on him a little more properly, and you immediately noticed the headphones hanging around his neck, again. He had a large black hoodie on, his hands were shoved into his pockets and his hair was neatly combed and parted. If you had to describe him in three words, it’d be “messy but clean”.
“Oh, h-hello again.” You bowed.
“Hi!” He reciprocated your actions, looking at you. “My question?”
“W-what?” Your eyes widened as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt.
“You sing?”
“I-” You started. “I do, I’ve loved singing since I was six.”
“Oh.” Jisung nodded, letting his words trail of for a second. “You sing really well. I listened to that last part of the song — really well done.”
Tensing up, a smile tugged at your lips. “R-really?”
“Yeah,” Jisung chuckled. “You have a pretty voice, Y/N. And that’s a genuine compliment.”
“O-oh.” You felt yourself grow bashful of his presence all of a sudden, your cheeks feeling hot as the heat spread to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumbled, diverting your gaze from your eyes as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”
“I mean it.” The boy said, frowning. at the sight in front of him — your eyes drifting from place to place and the way you shifted from one foot to other — you seemed to be uncomfortable, but in reality you just didn’t know how to respond. “You okay?”
“A-ah, I am, it’s just.” Moving your hands around, you tried to put your thoughts into words, only to fail miserably, before you sighed and collected yourself. “I just really like your music a lot, and I…” You trailed off, rubbing at your shoulder. “Kinda look up to you, so hearing you say that, it just means a lot to me. Thank you”
The boy standing beside you beamed like sunshine at your response, gently poking at your shoulder as he eyes you mischievously.
“You look up to me, huh?” He giggled when you stumbled over your words, bringing a hand to rake through his hair. “You’re adorable, I’ll tell you that too.”
“Oh my god stop, do you want me to combust?” You laughed, the nervousness laced throughout your statement.
“Okay fine,” Jisung nodded, attaching his headphones to the audio jack of his phone, rummaging through his playlist. “You wanna come to my studio once?”
“What?” Your head snapped in his direction, eyes widening as you took in what he said, excitement filling your veins? Han Jisung’s studio? Seeing him make music in front of your eyes? Is this a fucking dream?
“I mean, only if you want to, of course. I was just asking because you seemed like you’d like to see my music making process. You don’t have to say yes though.”
“Oh gosh, no, I’d love to!” You yelped, stopping him in his tracks. He smiled gently, nodding at you as he scratched his chin in thought.
“So, tomorrow morning is fine?” He looked at you with almost, almost pleading eyes, and you felt like your heart melted into a puddle on the spot. He was cute.
You smiled, shyly nodding as you quickly went through your schedule in your head. “I can work with that.”
“See you tomorrow morning then.” The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open as the both of you got in, giggling at each other.
You couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning, that was for sure.
*silently puts on clown hat and leaves*
↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️
⇥ warnings: none, changbin is Y/N’s high school pen pal + bf + and she’s a foreign exchange student uwu. 🥰
word count: 1.4 K
⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Seo Changbin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡
part of: the url drabble game; requested by @pinkchcn (requests for this are closed now!)
!!!; bold italics indicate Changbin’s letter.
↯ note: hhhhhh so the story for this comes from when I first read your url, I read it as “pink chicken” siudhyuegfw I’m so sorry if has a deeper meaning I by no means meant to mock it I swear. 😭 Hope you enjoy this blurb tho, this is in no way comparable to your awesome writing you queen but I tried. 😔 Happy reading! <33⇥ dawn.☀️
↯ note 2: Okay now that tumblr officially fucked with my self-esteem + the tags I am glad to announce that this is officially the worst fic ever Kai I’m so sorry I made you read this. 😭 I’ll go boo at myself now bye :(( ⇥ dawn.☀️
“Y/N-ah, you got mail.” Your roommate chimed in Japanese, throwing the envelope on top of your sleeping form. You groaned, shuffling under the mess of sheets. It was a Sunday, of all times! What reason did your friend find to wake you up early? You didn’t take the intrusion of sleep well.
“What?” Grubbily, you straightened up from the lower bunk of the bed, rubbing over your eyes as you squinted to look at your friend, who was silently giggling at the way your hair looked like a bird’s nest, all poofed up and sticking out in random places. “You got mail.” She repeated, tucking back her neatly combed hair behind her ear, before plopping a small parcel in front of you. “The letter was attached to this.”
“I know that.” You asked, throwing the blankets over your torso, snuggling into it’s warmth. “What could be so important that you had to wake me up for the mail?’ A soft huff from your lips and you rubbed over your eyes, trying to push away any remnants of sleep. “Couldn’t you have just left it on my table?” Shoving the envelope to the side.
“It’s from your boyfriend~” Your friend in a sing song voice, laughing when you lit up at the little admission. “Have fun reading it! I’m gonna go to the park. You need something?”
“Get me some cherry blossoms.” You stretched your limbs, any last signs of grubbiness gone with the wind. It was officially spring, which meant that the whole city was coated in pink, cherry blossoms of varying shades everywhere, and you loved the scenery they provided — especially from your balcony.
“Are you gonna send them to Changbin?” Your friend asked.
“Oh gosh, are you gonna keep asking me questions or are you gonna go?” Grabbing the pillow behind you, you chucked it at her head, laughing in victory when she was unable to dodge it.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “See you later.”
Deciding it as a good time to get out of bed, you quickly brushed your teeth, washed your face and tied your hair into a braid before staring at the envelope strewn on the bed. Your two other roommates were both outside already — you could read the letter in peace.
Plopping yourself onto the soft mattress, you covered yourself with the blankets once again before turning the envelope in your hand. Your address was neatly written in his handwriting, followed by three hearts and one winky face. The drawings warmed your heart as you unwrapped the package that came along with it.
It took you a while, but you eventually had the box opened and the tore the envelope, revealing a small piece of paper that had been crookedly folded in half, as though in hurry. Knowing Changbin, you knew better than to just assume that the letter was short, because that man had the tiniest handwriting you’d ever seen — being his pen pal meant you’d have to basically become a human magnifying glass.
Grabbing your reading glasses, you let them hang over your nose as you squinted, trying to read the letter.
Dear Y/N,
Hi^^ hope you’re having a lovely time there, darling~ it’s been going quite okay here. >w< Binnie misses you a lot-
You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. The fact that he’d actually bothered to draw emojis and use aegyo in his letter made you melt in warmth. You sunk back into the plush cushions as you continued reading his letter.
-and I sure hope you’re missing me too okay !! >:( don’t forget about me !! Anyways, it’s starting to get cold over here and mom forces me to pull over that dusty jacket that only makes me sneeze. Honestly I wish you were here, I miss your cuddles :(( But how’s everything going on there? Are you eating properly? Are you getting sufficient sleep? You better or else I’m gonna revoke my cuddles and hugs when you get back here after two months !! Remember to eat, drink water and sleep well okay!! That’s an order!! Or else. >:(
By the time you reached this part of the letter, you were already melting at how adorably concerned he sounded, even through writing. Your giggles were taking no name to stop as you clutched your letter. Feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks as you sighed, in love. You loved how he could make you forget everything around you and drown in everything Seo Changbin, and Seo Changbin only.
Anyways, I sent something for you!! Open the package !! ^^ It reminded me of you so I hope you liked it.
You tilted your head to the side as you flipped the lid of the box open, looking at one of those customizable “summer greetings” card (which was weird, considering that he’d just said it was getting colder)… and, a chicken?
You scowled in confusion as you picked up the plastic object, examining it thoroughly i your hands. It was colored in the usual hues of a normal chicken, but it nonetheless confused you. It reminded you of one of those plastic toys Changbin’s niece owned — in fact, you were almost 85% sure it was his niece’s.
“This reminded him of me? What the hell!” You glanced at the letter with a pout on your face, eyes searching for answers. For some reasons, butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach, producing a jittery sensation. Ignoring that, you continued reading, noticing a portion of the letter remaining.
Okay keukeukeukeu now that you’ve probably opened it you’re most likely confused and mad at me, and to that I say it was a prank :D That was’s Hyunae’s old toys keukeukeukeu hope you got fooled though. >:) Remove the cloth from the box and see what’s underneath now^^ Promise it’s not a chicken keukeukeuekeu >w<
You narrowed your eyes at the piece of paper, and then the box, noticing the cloth that seemed like it covered something underneath. Reaching out for it, you placed the box in your lap before holding your breath, gently taking the fabric out. You couldn’t be blamed for being nervous, okay? You just received a toy chicken as a souvenir from your boyfriend! A chicken, out of all things!
But, however, your suspicions were put to rest when the cloth was lifted. What you saw inside the box, was by far and most easily, one of the most beautiful gifts you’d ever received, and you felt a slight pang in your heart as your jaw dropped in awe.
It was a dark metal hairband, but the thing that was pretty about it was the tiny cherry blossoms that were arranged on top of it — just by looking at it, you could tell Changbin had spent hours making and coloring those clay flowers, let along moulding and placing them so perfectly. Small, shiny pearls placed in the centre of each flower shined in the light, and you internally swooned at hoe pretty it looked. Nothing could compare to anything you’d bought from the store, ever.
So this was his gift, huh?
“Wow,” You mumbled to yourself, gently and carefully sliding the headband onto your hair. It was heavy, but not that heavy and comfortable enough to wear frequently, you continued reading.
Aaaah i really hope you like it !! I spent about three days making this in craft class, and even the teacher said it came out well (also this reminded me of you please don’t be mad keukeukeuekue), I hope you like it darling !! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Remember to write back to me okay !! I love you !! take care darling, bye~
With love
your boyfriend Seo Changbin. ♡ ♡
You smiled when the letter ended, almost (almost) tearing up with how touched you were. Changbin had immense craftmanship indeed, but this by far, was one of the most beautiful pieces he’d ever made, let alone gifted to you.
“Wow, that’s pretty! Did Changbin send that?” You snapped up to look at your friend, who gazed at your headband in awe.
“Yeah!” Covering your mouth, you giggled. “Did you bring it?”
“Mhm,” Your friend carefully handed the delicate flower to you, and you quickly rushed to your cupboard, getting the little journal you’d made over the three months you were here. Once you sat back down on the bed after grabbing a pen, you opened the page titled ‘Spring’ and cautiously taped the cherry blossom onto the page, closing the book shit so it could be pressed into paper. After that it was the obvious, you quickly wrote him a note, smiling to yourself as you ran your hand across the flower crown you adorned on your head.
And of course, when Changbin opened the package two days later to receive the moderately fresh, pressed flower along with your stories and your note, a smile pulled at his lips in an instant.
↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor at least this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️
*:･ﾟ✧ dorky birthday party with jeongin | fluff | 245 words | no warnings
“Okay blow the candle.”
“Y/N, th-there’s literally one candle and it’s already blown out by the wind because you wouldn’t let me pull the curtains.” Jeongin’s expression is almost offending, as through he doesn’t understand the timely tradition of making a wish over your birthday cake.
“Shush, you mood killer. You’re fucking up the vibe.” You chide him playfully, swatting at his shoulder as you gesture towards the cake. It’s a rich strawberry cake, one you've procured after countless runs to the cake shop next door and fixing a case of a weird mix-up between yours’s and another customer’s order.
“We’re sitting in an almost empty room with a cake with no lit candles, and with Snapping playing in the background. What vibes could these possibly be?” You understand the sarcasm in his tone, but you nevertheless swat his arm again, ignoring the yelp he lets out.
“Wow, you’re ungrateful.” You roll your eyes. When they meet Jeongin’s, you freeze in your position for two seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“We’re such dorks.” Jeongin laughs right along, sinking into the couch.
“Well then,” You pick up the cake in your hands, holding it in front of you as you gesture Jeongin to pick up the matchbox. He lights the candle — surprisingly it doesn’t blow out because of the wind — and smiles at you, his jet black eyes sparkling under the warm light of the candle.
