A MALE/GN!READER ACC!! AND YOU POST FOR WHC!!! GRAAAAH /silly
Hi, hello, good day! First of all i loved your posts, omg, thank you for the meal 🫶🏻 your sieun is such a cutie i love ‘em ☹️
And since is saw your requests are open, i wanted to maybe request something too!
i was thinking abt reader who’s really into music and loves to share their playlists w sieun to listen to them together everytime they can (a little against his will /lh) That to the point of one day reader catching sieun humming to one of these songs (one of their favorites perhaps? Who knows!); love his voice ueueue
Is this too long? I hope it wasn’t ougfy but thank you for reading it, and an even extra bigger thank you if you do take my request :]! Hearts hearts
a/n: “your sieun” 😭 my heart cant take this much love (///^///) i love the request, it’s adorable!! and it's not long at all!! i’ve read your ask at least five times before i started to write this fic, thank you soo much!! you made my day and night!
this lowkey became much longer and heartfelt than i intended it to, but i loved writing it and hope you love reading it! if it's too much feels, don't hesitate to send an ask, and i'd love to write another! i adore sieun, and you would be doing me a favour by sending in an ask. :3
★ candy-cane love; my sun,
despite sieun's rock solid walls, [name] seems to have started to rub off on him!
★ “you give me butterflies, you know?”
— SIEUN HAS BEEN having trouble sleeping; [name] seems to have noticed. sieun didn't say anything truly, not that he would now often wake up with horror stories to tell and the blunt taste of exhaustion.
[name], however, did not need to be told.
it had started then, the summer before high school, [name] caught on and sought the first solution he trusted, seeing as it had worked for him—
the very first one he ever sent to sieun was a pure mess. it was testing the waters, trying to determine what sieun enjoyed; the latter had refused to be any help, by the way...
it ranged from pop, r&b, jazz, rap and even music that was practically softcore porn.
sieun was defeated, exhausted, but for [name]'s sake and his efforts, he sat through the two hours of the playlist. sometime between it, [name] had found him drifting deep into sleep on his apartment porch while waiting for [name] and listening to the songs he sent.
that was a very successful accomplishment, so he continued.
while sending him stray songs during the last month of vacation they both had left, [name] was making a couple more long playlists.
he felt prone to take care of sieun, look after him. truth to be told, [name] often found sieun's docile face to resemble a porcelain doll, and taking care of something as fragile as that came with that odd feeling.
"did you wait long?" sieun asked, walking up and begrudgingly into the embrace [name] offered outside their school gates.
[name]'s cheek squished against sieun's head as he rested his face on it, content to finally hold sieun, "no, i thought i was late, though. i was worried you'll be waiting."
sieun had extra duties lately, as his homeroom teacher barely trusted another student to carry them out. "how was your trip?"
"it was fine," silence, "i brought you souvenirs, let's go to my house?"
[name] lived alone with his sister, who spent all morning and afternoon in classes and all evening in internships; ergo, he was more or less always alone, except for dinner on occasions.
sieun hummed softly, burying his face as far as it would go into [name]'s chest. the warmth was welcoming, he almost found himself agreeing...but stopped.
"can't," he peeked up at [name], "i have class."
[name] pouted, upset in the way he was when he doesn't get to be with sieun every breathing moment—meaning, all the damn time.
he stared at sieun, debating his options, would he rather get yelled at by sieun now and get to spent the next couple hours with him. or part ways now and not get to see him until tomorrow (he was jetlacked so his option of sneaking in the middle of the night to see his boyfriend was off the table, unfortunately)?
you can guess which he chose.
he locked his arms under sieun's knees, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
sieun groaned, thrashing as much as he could with the grip [name] had on him, "let me go...! ugh!"
was he successful? well, he had a pen, but loved [name] too much to use it, so no, he was, in fact, not successful.
[name] grinned happily as he presented a box of mixtapes to sieun, "for you!"
they were very last century, but god, were they romantic.
"i spent hours picking half of these, and more hours making the other half," he admitted. half of the mixtapes in the box were old and of people who lived before them. a couple of them ([name]'s favourites) belonged to couples, they were adorned with department store tapes that were completely drawn over with hearts and other adornments.
"i couldn't find a walkman for these, but i replicated all of them digitally, so i'll send them to you soon!"
sieun was...speechless. he had gone through very unfortunate times just a year ago, and he was broken from that trance by a case of airpods and a boy with a smile of a thousand suns. he could hardly believe, sitting right now in front of [name], talking to him like they were married for decades, holding a worn box of mixtapes that might no longer have an outlet, but spoke to him like they were made for the both of them.
[name] was made for sieun. i mean, he had to be right? what other force could bring someone like [name] to sieun's dark life if not fate itself?
the other half. sieun was just left registering that he wasn't the only half.
he didn't mean for it, but his smile turned upside down the way it does when he's overwhelmed, and his eyes reddened, unshed tears filling them up.
[name] panicked, immediately coming to sieun's side and pulling into a hug where he could softly sob without being heard.
he didn't ask what was wrong; sieun would tell him when he thought best. he just stuck to rubbing warm circles on sieun's back, muttering so just he could hear, "shh, it's okay...i'm here, i'll protect you..."
sieun hated to be looked at while he cried, so [name] placed a kiss on every surface he could without lifting his face, every surface he could reach. he brushed back sieun's hair over and over, trying to envelope sieun in his warmth.
they ended up lying down, and sieun had fallen asleep after completely draining himself.
"don't cry anymore, i hate it when you cry..." [name] kissed the tear streaks on sieun's face, salt filling his mouth and his stomach disappearing in an endless pit of worries.
sieun had not yet told [name] why he had cried like that, truthfully, he wasn't sure how to put it, but he knew that—"i owe you my life and i'm not sure how to pay you back."—did not cut it.
so he secretly began learning all of [name]'s favorite songs. that was a language sieun knew would reach [name]. sieun was not the best singer; that was a painful fact. [name] always joked that his pretty face made up for it. and that was coming from a man who once sat through three hours of sieun singing; he was just too prideful to admit how cute he found it, and also because he believed sieun would stop if he did.
[name] had sent him another playlist. complete transparency, sieun had found [name]'s habits very annoying at the beginning, even though they had helped him sleep. at one point he was very close to strangling [name] because of the pure frustration he felt, that had amused [name] so much that that day he sent sieun another seven playlists just hoping to see his at-that-time-crush make that face again. (he was not successful, though...)
he downloaded it as soon as he got it, knowing [name] would whine later if he hadn't.
"idiot," he mumbled, a deep flush on his ears and neck as he gazed lovingly on the screen.
he continued the math problems he was solving, the soft scratching sounds echoing in the silence of his room, until his phone rang.
he had a special ringtone set for [name], a song he had loved from the very first playlist he had gotten, so he clearly didn't have to check and blindly picked up the phone.
—"are you free? i was gonna order takeout, but i can take you out to eat."
sieun sighed, "you eat out too much." he clasped shut the pen and began packing up, sticking the phone between his shoulder and ear as he talked into it, "i'll make you something, come over."
he could practically hear [name] immediately brightening up.
— "yeah! i'll bring us drinks and that ice cream we had last time. you liked it, didn't you?"
sieun tried biting back a smile, even though it was probably visible in his voice, "...yeah. do that, you'll be okay with miso soup? i have a few leftovers, too." he spoke softly, leaning against his desk as he continued to talk, completely relaxed.
— "okay! i'll be over soon, love you!"
how odd, having love like this and still believing it to be a dream.
as much as [name] liked sieun grumpy, he didn't do anything to annoy him while he was cooking. well, for obvious reasons, sieun had a lot of weapons at his disposal: fire, scorching utensils, flammable gas, and easily breakable glass.
[name] was a man swooned, but he was afraid when it was due. (plus, watching sieun cook for him like his little wife positively melted him.)
and thats when it happened, sieun believing [name] was on the couch watching that corny show, when truly it was just background noise at this point. [name] had abandoned it long ago and was just a counter away, watching sieun cook food for him.
[name] made him so comfortable that he had let down all his guards...and started humming????
it was a song [name] knew all too well, it was one he had on various occasions pointed out that he liked—loved.
he had sung it when confessing his love to sieun, guitar in hand, a microphone; the whole she-bang.
he also sang it, purposely terrible, when taking showers with sieun around.
his eyes widened, and he bit back a squeal. last thing he wanted was for sieun to realise he was so close by and stop again.
who cares if sieun can't sing well, who cares that he is so off tune that he once made [name] cry from laughter (that was a bad move by the way, sieun stayed angry and pouting for a week, sure it was cute, super, but he was so lonely without the hugs and kisses and cuddles, he swore never to do it again.), who would care when he looks like that. blushing like that, whimpering like that, and groaning like that (in privacy, however, [name] doesn't share.) [name] does not care.
he tiptoed back to his spot. the food was almost ready after all.
throughout the night, [name] fed mouthfuls of rice and miso soup to sieun, enjoying his puffy cheeks and soft, weak protests.
he grabbed sieun, pulling him so his back was to [name], and held him down to stop his thrashing, "i swear i'll tickle you!" a baseless threat.
"no!" sieun yelped out, immediately shutting his eyes and ready to accept all the nourishment his amazing boyfriend was giving him.
"sheesh, i swear you're so frail you'll just fall over one day, and who'll pick you up, huh? me! eat more!"
he stuffed another mouthful into sieun's mouth, and until the bowl was empty.
"phew, who needs cardio when i have a boyfriend like you?" [name] jabbed playfully, slumping against the soft cushions, sieun still on his lap and glaring back at him over his shoulder.
"and who needs enemies when i have you with those e—hey!"
sieun lunged at him with a throw-pillow, "i'll kill you!"
[name]'s laughter echoed throughout the otherwise empty apartment, dying when he noticed that their bodies had twisted and turned until sieun was on top of [name] (who was lying down), pillow still in hand.
sieun fumbled, his grasp weakening, and he moved to pull away, knowing he would that [name] grabbed onto his wrist and waist, pulling even closer.
"what's on your mind, baby?" he questioned, his voice butter. of course, he noticed, how could he not?
sieun looked away, letting the silence hang there for moments before he found the courage to speak, "i...never thanked you..."
[name] let out a noise, somewhere between confusion and puzzlement, "why would you ever do that?"
sieun, against his best wishes, pouted, "for helping me sleep."
quite short, but he really can't thank the man for saving his life, now c'mon.
[name] chuckled, "back then, your way of saying thank you was almost choking me?"
sieun actually gasped, "i told you to forget about that!"
believe me, the voices and faces [name] brings forth from him are beyond comprehension for sieun.
he hit against [name]'s chest, "i'm thanking you, because i owe you... everything," he admitted, voice barely there, despite the determination in his eyes.
[name] grabbed onto sieun's face, bringing him closer so their noses were touching, "you did thank me. you're dating me, loving me, and humming my favourite songs while cooking food for me. what more could i ask for? i have happiness in the form of my human right here."
sieun coloured so deep, he thought he would pass out, he buried his face in [name] chest, fisting his shirt and mumbling 'idiot' over and over.
sieun had the sun to himself, and he was being praised for being the moon; how amusing.