still has his shades on even if it’s nighttime,, you question him about it but he gets defensive saying how the stars look better tinted purple…or whatever color his lenses are. you try on his glasses to see if the stars look cooler… they don’t. hyunsuk says “suit yourself” but would internally judge you. i mean.. who wouldn’t like purple stars?? would play soft (romantic, if you will) music but then fantastic baby starts playing and totally ruins the whole mood ♫ fantastic baby ! oo-oo i wanna dance dance dance d-dance…♫ very not fantastic baby
park jihoon
he said a friend recommended this beautiful spot to go stargazing (think a small area that overlooks the entire city yk the vibes ;). in order to get to said spot, you had to jump a fence and pass through an area that explicitly states “no trespassing”! but since you guys are #rulebreakers and are horrible influences on each other, you trespass! (would not recommend irl but irl me would do the same.) place is beautiful, as promised. takes a bunch of photos and jihoon would cuddle with you on a blanket he brought (sobs)
yoon jaehyuk
parks his car at some empty parking lot. you decide to climb on to the roof of the car while jaehyuk explains how you can break 300 bones in doing so :). you don’t manage to break any bones but you also can’t manage to spot any stars. jaehyuk turns into bill nye (hank green, maybe?) for a second and complains about pollution and how humans should cease to exist…all while also trying to scramble up the car to sit next to you. you remind him that if humans cease to exist, the both of you wouldn’t be spending a lovely night together sitting atop his car. starts to formulate a comeback but you shut him up with a kiss (hurrah).
hamada asahi
plays the whole ‘your name’ ost for *the vibes*. complains when no shooting star comes falling out of the sky. starts to get teary eyed when sparkle comes on. goes on a tanget about how your name is a cinematic masterpiece and wonders if the red string of fate that ties the two of you together is made out of cotton or 85% polyester (?? is this funny ??) would say some out of pocket shit like “hey that’s a dying star,” “oh yeah? how do you know?” “it looks like my soul.” all jokes! all jokes…😟
park jeongwoo
brings a flashlight because he’s scared he’ll get jumped in the dark. you tell him there are no monsters in korea and that he’s being paranoid. but it takes one, one, rustle of the leaves for you to jump in his arms. it’s honestly a really cute scenario if it weren’t for the fact that both of you are so close to pissing your pants. once the two of you calm yourselves jeongwoo points at the different constellations he learned about (definitely did not learn just for the sole purpose of impressing you, definitely not). but you are impressed and can’t help but to say how the stars look so pretty tonight. says something cheesy like “you’re the prettiest star in my eyes,” proceeds to wiggle his eyebrows. ugh.
a/n new style of writing?? not my usual bulletfic … i wanted to try something new!! what do u think, my fellow readers 🤨❔
A/N : hi everyone! sorry for being so ia on writing :( i’ve been trying to write more though, so i present you with this little timestamp as i work on my other fics! thanks so much for reading i am very very grateful <3 also i was looping volkno while writing this
3:42 PM : You’re not sure what exactly prompted Jaehyuk to come up with the spectacular idea of you two baking a cake together, but you regret it the moment you agree. For one thing, Jaehyuk has absolutely zero experience in baking, and you have limited hopes for him given that he attempted to fry eggs on the lid of a pan once (they slid off the lid and onto the floor immediately). For another, you yourself don’t have enough baking experience to do it entirely from scratch — you would much rather leave the majority of the work up to the boxed cake mixes.
Still, your boyfriend did promise that it would be a fun experience, and you decide to trust him despite your skepticism about this whole ordeal. You have to admit that Jaehyuk has a way with his words, such that he almost always manages to convince you to do something with him even if it means stepping a little out of your comfort zone. Needless to say, it begins with you showing up at the dorms with the ingredients he’d asked for, and Jaehyuk greets you immediately with an apron matching the one he wears, a cheeky smile on his face as he insists on helping you put it on. Of course, the other members are there as well, teasingly promising to leave you both alone in the kitchen as per Jaehyuk’s wishes.
Thirty minutes pass by the time you both finish setting everything up, but now that you’re ready, the two of you find yourselves staring flatly at the empty mixing bowl, contemplating how to start.
“I guess we should start with the dry ingredients?” You suggest, and Jaehyuk nods, opening the bag of flour first.
“The biggest measuring spoon I have is for half a cup. How many do you think we need?” Jaehyuk tentatively scoops one into the bowl, and you glance at it dubiously.
“If we’re eyeballing it, I’d say add three more,” you offer, and Jaehyuk laughs softly.
“You don’t know? I thought you said you’d baked before,” he teases, following your directions regardless.
“Yeah, using cake mix! I never said I’d done it from scratch,” you retort. Jaehyuk laughs again, continuing to add flour to the bowl until he freezes and turns to you with a blank expression on his face.
“Wait, how many cups was that?”
You groan. “I thought you were counting!”
“Oops,” Jaehyuk smiles sheepishly, innocence painting his features.
“This is already a disaster,” you sigh.
The two of you continue with the rest of the ingredients, Jaehyuk teasing you endlessly, while you complain about how terrible the cake is likely to come out. The two of you mostly remain undisturbed, save for Jihoon's entrance to “help crack the eggs,” when in reality he spends more time laughing at your miserable attempt than actually helping out. Of course, he’s shortly followed by a rueful Hyunsuk, coming in to apologize for the second leader’s actions and promptly dragging him out.
By the time the both of you finish, wiping the spilled cocoa powder off the counter and dusting the flour from your cheeks, you decide to taste the batter. You carefully scrape a small bit off the edge of the bowl and lick your finger, a thoughtful look crossing your face.
“Something’s off,” you comment, your nose scrunching a little at the oddly salty flavor.
“Let me try,” Jaehyuk insists, the ends of his mouth curling up as he leans forward toward you without warning. Cupping your face in his hands, he smoothly presses his lips to yours, the small smirk still evident on his mouth moving softly against yours. His tongue momentarily swipes across your lips, and you let out a gasp at the sudden move. Before you can even finish processing it, your boyfriend pulls away, a twinkle in his eyes as he licks his lips clean of the bit of batter he managed to capture.
“Jaehyuk!”
“Doesn’t taste that bad,” he shrugs nonchalantly, although you don’t miss the mischievous grin he attempts to hide.
“You’re such a flirt,” you groan, crossing your arms and turning away, if only to hide the smile threatening to break past the corners of your lips.
“What? You’re the one who told me that I didn’t have to ask to kiss you anymore!”
“Just put the cake in the oven!” You whine, your back still facing Jaehyuk out of embarrassment.
“I thought you said it needed something?”
“Oh, right!” You turn around at that, striding towards Jaehyuk’s fridge with a newfound confidence. You overlook the suspicion in your boyfriend’s stare as you grab a small lemon and proceed to squirt some of the juice into the batter. You face him with a satisfied smile, hoping he’d understand your intentions, only to be met with a raised eyebrow.
“We put a little too much salt, and lemon is supposed to balance it out,” you explain, and Jaehyuk nods, although his expression is still slightly doubtful.
“I thought we were making a chocolate cake?”
You shrug. “It’s a chocolate lemon cake now.”
Jaehyuk seems to accept your answer, scooping the batter into the cake pan you’d prepared and sliding it into the oven.
It’s about forty-five minutes later, when the two of you are finished with dishes and soaked to the bone from a splash fight, that you decide to check on the cake. You peer through the oven door, frowning as you take in the misshapen cake, a bit creasy and sunken in the middle.
"jihoon look it's a little kitty cat!" you exclaimed drunkenly, walking up to the cat as jihoon followed closely behind you. you crouched down beside it, the cat coming up to you. the cat allowed you to touch it.
you cooed at the cat, jihoon rolled his eyes playfully with a grin on his face. "alright, enough dilly dally y/n. let's get you home," jihoon said, placing his hands on your shoulders and pull you up, walking away from the cat. you could only look back and pout at the cat who was now sitting. "noo, we can't leave the kitty all alone." jihoon let's you go and kept walking, you following him. "it looks like it's a stray, it'll be fine," he told you. you gasp dramatically. "we have to take it to an animal shelter then." you'd become very chatty and dramatic when drunk. jihoon could handle it but he knew the friends you hung out with wouldn't be able to handle it so he wanted you home as fast as possible.
it went quiet as the two of you walked side by side. you start to occasionally hiccup. jihoon snickered. "what?" you asked. "your hiccups, it's funny." you hiccup again which made jihoon laugh. "y-yah! it's not—" *hiccup* "—funny!—" *hiccup* jihoon found it hilarious and at this point he was laughing his ass off.
even though you were not as drunk as before, you didn't think much and pinned jihoon against the wall with his hands above his head. his laughter stopped. he was pushing your buttons on purpose. he knew that you'd eventually do something like this. his desire to kiss you was so strong. the way he looked at you made you feel some type of way.
it was as if you were in a trance. jihoon leaned in slowly to see if he was crossing any boundaries. you stayed put which meant he was fine so jihoon eliminated the space between the both of you and his lips came in contact with yours. you shut your eyes and your grip on his wrists loosened. your hands were now on his cheeks as his wrap around your neck. as the kiss become more intense your one hand goes to his waist and pulled him closer. your pants was starting to become uncomfortably tight. jihoon had a boner as well and he could feel yours against his thigh.
you groan into the kiss. you were starting to get desperate for friction. jihoon noticed so he broke the heated makeout session. "were in public mister. let's continue this at our place, hm?" he said lowly. you nod. taking his hand in yours you drag him all the way to your shared apartment to finish what jihoon had started.
“whoever runs last to the convenience store has to pay the other person’s foo-” jeongwoo says in a hurry, almost inaudible and ran. “you little shit! come back!” you ran after him as fast as you can. determined to win for once.
he accidentally bumps on his history teacher, making you overtake his steps. “jeongwoo-ya, why are you running in such a hurry?” the male teacher said. “i’m sorry sir, but i really gotta go-“ without finishing his sentence he sprints towards your direction and ran like sonic. he arrived to the convenience store 10 seconds before you did.
“damn it! how are you so fast!” you complained like you just lost everything you had. “ ha you sore loser, so basic! now buy me yoppoki, cola ,ramen and this chips” he grabs everything and shoved it on your face. “dude, you eat like a beast.”
“i’m just taking my chance in every possible opportunity God sends me. and since I WON, why not take the chance right?” he blabbled while you pay for his food, you also grabbed your snacks and went outside.
you both went to the park where you usually both go and eat after classes.
“why does the food tastes better when it’s free?” he says munching on his food as you eat as well. you both laughed while exchanging stories about your day and how you both are frustrated about the new math teacher. “ugh he’s so annoying! is he even teaching or is he trying to audition to become the next eminem?” you say, making jeongwoo spits his food and laugh his ass off. “you’re so funny dude”
“funny-looking” he added and bursts out of laughter again making you roll your eyes at him and slapped his arms. “ow! dude your hands are so thick! what are you??” he dramatically screams in pain. “you’re so dramatic woo, it wasn’t even that hard!” you slurp on your noodles and looked over to the kids playing on the playground. “oh really?? i’m dramatic? how could you y/n! just because i stole your husband!! oh don’t be like this jessica” he “dramatically” stands up and fake cries “shut up ugh”.
he just kept telling you random stupid jokes since he knows how much it makes you laugh. days like this always makes you want to spend your time with him. every - after - class snacks at the park with your best friend and favorite person. what you didn’t know was, that he was slowly falling inlove with his bestfriend.
𝐩: kim junkyu x fem!reader. 𝐠: fluff, high school!au, troublemaker!junkyu. 𝐰𝐜: 1.080k. 𝐜𝐰: swearing, some weird shit istg, reader falls down once but that's it, sneaking out at midnight.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a little odd adventure at night with a boy even odder.
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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯: what... the fuck did this turn into? istg this was going to be some cliché fic but wtf. it's close to two am as I'm typing this out. that might explain stuff 💀
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Nights like these were always ones to be taken advantage of— the silence, peace and quiet, the knowledge that you would not be disturbed as you shuffled around your bed with your brushes clicking against each other in the glass that you were about to fill water in, the faint crackling of the plastic that had been wrapped around the stiff white canvas— everything was quiet as you settle down to create art.
The clock ticks further mindlessly, providing you with a steady tempo to lose yourself in whenever you decide to pull another all-nighters for a personal project.
You never know what your end products will turn out as, a clear vision of a painting nonexistent. Just trust your hands to lead you to a good place and take a leap of faith with the first stroke of your brush— that has always been the one phrase stuck in the back of your mind.
Everything is a leap of faith.
Well into the night, now barely past three a.m., a tap on your window grabs your attention, flicking you out of the zen you were in. Setting the brush down on its side, you push yourself to your feet, wincing as yet another sharp object clinks against your glass window.
"What the hell?" You slide the lock away to swing it open, ducking just in time as a small piece of pebble launches itself past the wooden frames and into your room, a hairs breadth over your head.
Standing tall and proud beneath your wall is a cheeky Junkyu, hands stuffed inside his bomber jacket, looking straight in your eyes. You fixate on the little collection of tiny rocks near his shoes and groan, "What are you even doing here at three in the morning?"
"I'm walking Mr. Jung's dog. What does it seem like I am here for?" The sarcasm dripping from his voice makes you chuckle. He slides his hands out of his pockets, motioning you to come down with his fingers. "Come here, I want to show you something."
It takes every bit of effort in you to reason with yourself. Should you really follow him? Was it really okay to just sneak out of your house this late into the night? Would you be grounded for three days or three weeks for this madness? How would you even walk out of the door without waking anyone up— not that it would be a problem, since your parents had yet woken up with all of this commotion— and come back before anyone notices?
"What are you waiting for? Come on before we miss it!" he hisses, tapping his feet to urge you playfully.
You sigh, giving into the temptation without much fight from your side. "Let me quickly change for a sec." He stretches his neck while waiting for your appearance from the other side of the two-story building, satisfied by the cracks from his joints.
"I hope you know that I am not happy with this predicament, Kyu." You huff, short of breath by all of the jogging you had done around various blocks. The neighboring sites are now all random places you have no memory of. "What's gotten your panties in a twist?"
"Just wait, woman." You roll your eyes, finding an odd sort of pleasure in bickering with the boy known for property destruction— he would deny the claims with excuses of it all being accidents, but everyone knows it's him messing with those fences on purpose.
"Think of this escapade as me paying you back for covering for me last week." His young, almost child-like features have always puzzled you greatly with the contrast against his all too knowing smiles, eyes glinting in the dark.
You want to make a brisk comment at the absurdity of this so-called 'payback', though your feet disrupt your speed, getting caught by a small crack on the pavement. You are sent hurling down onto the rough asphalt, the commotion of your body hitting a tin trash bin waking a few people up from their slumber.
You scramble back up on your feet, alarmed by the few lights turning on, coming eye to eye with Junkyu and muttering a well timed "Oh, shit."
Forcefully tugging an amused Junkyu behind you as you make a dash for safety, you don't notice the way your fingers seemed to fit perfectly in his hands as if it should have always been there.
He speeds up, taking the lead to come to a skidding stop right before a large pond in the middle of a desolate field, no houses or cars in sight. "We're here. You can let go of my hand now."
The speed at which you put a distance between you and him with fluttering eyelids makes his lips curl into a giddy smile that he hides under the shadows of the tree you lean on to catch your breaths.
"Where the fuck are we, Junkyu?" You press your fingers over the bridge of your nose, suppressing the heat you can feel on your ears and face, cursing at the rapid beating of your heart.
Not from the sprinting. Oh, no— this was worse.
"Just look. Hurry up!" You cautiously approach the body of water, inspecting the dark.
His heart pumps infinitely faster, inching closer towards you with a gulp. "I just wanted you to see the fishes that come out at night."
You blink, the air shifting in its weight as you feel the earth rumbling beneath your feet. Before you can observe the changes properly, smoke erupts in your vision.
A heavy thud lands right next to your unbalanced frame and you raise your gaze with hesitance, only to see…
You blink twice.
Next to you lies a fish creature larger than any other animal you had ever seen. Your eyes grow wider as it's jaws stretch open. You screech, "Junkyu? What the hell?"
The last thing you feel is the warm interior of a fish's mouth before your eyes snap wide open, chest rising and falling rapidly.
A perfectly human Junkyu groggily wakes up from his slumber, asking you if anything has scared you in your dreams. You clear your throat, "No worries, go to sleep, babe."
The only thought that keeps you awake even in the presence of a sound asleep fiancee next to you is 'Why the fuck did he turn into a fucking magikarp and not some sort a demon dog? Would have been way less terrifying.'
treasure reaction ➵ their s/o is embarrassed by jyp’s behavior at an award show
requested? : yes!
pairing : treasure x idol!gn!reader
genre : crack (?)
a/n : in this reaction, there is a established public relationship !!! + hope you don’t mind the format! i just didn’t want to repeat myself too much. this request had me giggling so i hope anyone reading this enjoys it <3
hyunsuk, junkyu, jaehyuk, jeongwoo
they go over the top with their reactions, as they’re also embarrassed. they’ll turn to you, yelling over the music- “are you seeing this?” “y/n! oh my god! what is going on? i can’t even look!” to be honest, they might make you feel even more embarrassed with their reactions sbhjkasn.
yoshi, doyoung, haruto, junghwan
they’re literally frozen in place. they come back to earth when you hide your face in their shoulder, but they’re still in shock. they’ll whisper “is this really happening?” while trying not to look at the stage, where jyp was embarrassing himself- and everyone around him.
jihoon, mashiho, asahi, yedam
they’re embarrassed too, but are better at hiding it than the others (and you). with that being said, they will probably jokingly cover your eyes or something, as it distracts both you and them from the scene unfolding in front of you two on stage, "this is one of the only times i'm glad to be under yg."
𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 28 “You want how many kids!?” requested by anon
Pairing: Park Jihoon x gn!Reader
Genre: crack, i mean slight angst if you think about it
Word Count: 242
Warnings: none
“Ugh, how can a man be so freaking handsome,” you said dreamily while resting your head in your palm, staring at the most recent object of your affection. Jihoon sighed from his seat across from you, having witnessed most of your crushes. If he could even call it that. You fell in love as quickly as you fell out of love and it was both a blessing and a curse to Jihoon. On one hand, he never had to worry about the person he loves ever getting in a serious relationship and on the other hand, he had to listen to you gush about every one of your infatuations and honestly, you were driving him up the wall.
“You’ve said that about literally every man you’ve met, Y/n,” he said while rolling his eyes.
“Not true! I’ve never said that about you,” you said teasingly. “Plus, Junkyu is different. He’s so caring and smart. I can picture it already. Him and I. Sitting on our porch swing watching the sunset. Our 13 kids playing in the front yard as we watch them with loving smiles.” Jihoon had tuned you out after the first part. They’re right. They never have said that about me. They don’t see me in that way. The rest of what you had said didn’t register in his mind until a few minutes after the two of you had started studying again.
