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❝ 𝑶𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 ❞ — ['06 liner !]

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Seungkwan husband texts

☆ Pairing: Actress!reader x idol!Seungkwan

☆ Warnings: Contains suggestive texts (Minors DNI!)

🪽 ~

Many people say that life changes when you get married—the lover you met isn't the same as the one you married. However, this doesn't seem to be true for you. Seungkwan is still the same Seungkwan you met back 5 years ago, just a little more ... bold.

Just like that one time you were in a photoshoot as Calvin Klein's newest model.

Or that one time your choreography went viral online. It's not that you didn't know he was jealous—you just didn't know he was that jealous.

The man also yearns

especially when you're overseas

Well, who wouldn't yearn for such a good wife?

But at the end of the day, he has made it his full time job to make you the happiest

Author's notes: Made this because I was so bored 😛 The pictures used are not mine/edited (esp the calvin klein!). They're taken from Pinterest and used for better visualization (delulu).

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If you’re up for it and have the time, could u write a minghao x yn where they’re keeping their relationship a secret which causes some angst between them but in the end they tell people and live happily ever after❤️❤️ non idol preferably

Hope it works out! Thank u

My muse | x.m.h

PAIRING. Xu Minghao x nonidol!reader GENRE. Angst (with a happy ending), hurt/comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. None really just Idol realities .ᐟ WORD COUNT. 8k (not proofread)

You've been nothing but at peace dating Minghao for the past year. Since the day you two met in the art exhibit of your favorite painter, the red string of fate always brought you together in coincidental meetings—the library, the cafe, or even just down the street. What began as stolen glances soon turned into eyes that looked at you with so much love—the kind of love that engulfs you in an embrace when your fire within starts to flicker. He always supported you in the things you do, found ways to help you grow together, and consistently reminded you of how important you were to him.

Except that he could only love you in secret.

It couldn't be avoided—he was a known idol, after all. It's a harsh industry where a dating scandal can put not just him, but even you under fire. Even so, he took the risk and entered a relationship with you.

Dating an idol was never easy. Aside from loving you, he also had to love his fans, just like that one time he came home from a fanmeet where him holding hands with a fan quickly went viral not even hours from the event.

"Y/n-ah, sorry about earlier. I promise it's all fanservice..."

Your boyfriend says as he sinks into your cuddles by the couch.

"No, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay, as long as you know who you're supposed to come home to~ hehe~"

Most of the time, situations like these ended in playful banter as you always wanted to lighten the mood. However, deep inside, it actually pulled some strings in your heart. Had circumstances been different, it wouldn't be a problem for you to hug him in the street, post couple pictures on insta, or at the very least, love him without hiding from the public eye.

Before you even realized it, a year has passed since you two started dating. For your anniversary, you decided to buy him a ring which was crafted with pure silver and adorned by his birthstone. The night you gave it to him, he couldn't believe his eyes—he swore to himself that he'd say yes if that was a proposal, but luckily, it wasn't, cause he wanted to be the one to propose instead of you.

From that day on, he never took the ring off. To him, it bore the same weight as an engagement ring, and in his mind, you two are engaged. In the same way, you also never took off the matching pair he bought you, which was considerably more expensive than his.

Months later, Minghao had a scheduled interview with a famous designer company for his remarkable style in his previous fashion shows. The interview went well for the first few minutes, with questions purely about his aesthetic preferences and the like. However, when a luster of light from his ring's sparkle caught the interviewer's eye, all attention was drawn into the ring.

"Minghao-ssi, that ring looks really nice, where did you get it from?"

Confronted with a sudden question, he internally panicked and thought of excuses to cover up the fact that the ring was given by his lover.

"Oh this?"

"... I just bought it overseas, I really liked the design."

With a sheepish smile, he cautiously thought of his next words.

"Wow, you've got really good taste. Romantics from all around the world usually come to that brand to buy engagement rings."

Denying his lover in front of the cameras made his heart ache and filled him with guilt, but he knew that it was for the best.

"Speaking of engagement, do you have plans of finding love in the near future?"

For the second time, he lied.

"I haven't found the right one for me, and I'll be waiting for love to come."

He shared a few giggles with the interviewer as they shifted the topic, with the latter even joking about introducing him meet his daughter. That light-hearted exchange later circulated around the media for Minghao's elegance and playfulness, leaving everyone smitten by your boyfriend — except for you who only turned off the laptop with a heavy heart.

Minghao had said beforehand that he'd come home late, and so you went straight home, just to compose yourself before going straight to sleep. Today has been a bad day—your worthless manager asked for major revisions on your proposal that he didn't even bother to read, your family abroad asking for help after your brother got into an accident, and that newly released interview you just watched. The last thing you wanna do is to confront Minghao over his words, and so you decided to head straight to sleep to avoid him.

Upon reaching home, you lay flat on the couch while dropping the bags to the side. For a few moments, you just stare at the ceiling—contemplating whether you're being reasonable or just upset at Minghao for the wrong reasons. Suddenly, you heard the keys to the main door getting unlocked. It was just 7pm, how could he be here? Knowing that you can't pretend to be asleep within a few seconds, you grab you bag and fix yourself before he opens the door, pretending to just be leaving.

"Honey, hello, I missed you"

Minghao said while smiling, walking up to you to give you a hug. Still conflicted, you just nod and stay still, refusing to return his hug. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek to make sure it wasn't just fatigue causing your cold demeanor, but as soon as he saw your blank face, he knew something was wrong.

"Y/n-ah, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing. I'll be going now"

You keep your back turned against him as you walk toward the door. As you reach the doorknob, he grabs your other hand.

"I've got night shift today."

That was a lie. There was no night shift that day. He beckons you to turn to face him, holding your shoulders and adjusting his position to get infront of you.

"Come on, talk to me. How are we fixing this if you keep shutting me out?"

Finally getting enough of this argument, your emotions spill out, with tears from both eyes threatening to fall.

"Is that ... all I'm worth?"

Seeing a tear fall from your left eye, his expression changes into that of panic and concern.

"Love—"

"So little that you'd ... deny my love...in front of everyone"

You weren't sure when you'd become such a crybaby, but at that moment, you just couldn't stop crying. Minghao, on the other hand, seemed to have picked up on what you were talking about — the interview from earlier where he claimed to have bought the ring by himself.

"We've talked about this, haven't we? I can't be caught in a datin—"

"Could I have atleast been a friend then?"

"I would have been happy being referred to...as a friend...than not even existing at all."

"But that could raise everyone's eyes as to where you stand in my life."

"Is it...a sin to be part of your life?"

With that last line, he was caught off guard, and all he could utter was a weak "I'm sorry" before you left the door.

Still crying, you head to the nearby park to clear your mind. The voices inside your head were having a chaotic meltdown, taking in what has just happened between you and your boyfriend, still thinking about your manager's harsh words from earlier, and worrying over your brother's state—too loud that you couldn't hear the thunders warning of an impending rain. Unbeknownst to you, a man has been following you since you left earlier.

Suddenly, with one final thunder, heavy rain started falling. You run to the nearest bench under a canopy, not minding how wet you are now. Home was too far to run to in the heavy rain.

From the distance, a familiar shadow emerged, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice it.

"Honey, please, I'm sorry."

Startled by the familiar voice, you look up to the man, who turns out to be Minghao.

"Why are you here?"

"You just did a night shift last week. It's impossible you're on one again this week"

He may be a very busy man, but he still has your schedule memorized. You just stare at him kneeling below you with your eyes slightly swollen from crying.

"Let's come inside before you catch a cold, hm?"

Minghao sat beside you for a while, waiting for the rain to calm down. While at it, he began holding your hand, rubbing circles on it to calm you down. He didn't talk just yet, afraid that it'll just make you more upset.

The sudden downpour didn't last long and it has stopped raining immediately. Your boyfriend took it as a sign to carry your bag and take your hand to walk you home. The walk back home was quite silent, not until his unspoken sentiments finally came out.

"You know, it's not that I'm scared of breaking my idol image. I'm just afraid that everyone goes after your identity... that's how the media acts, doesn't it?"

Looking at it, now, he's right. You suddenly feel a pang of pain in your chest as guilt drowns you. Maybe you just overreacted because of today's circumstances. Maybe you were actually being selfish.

"I'm sorry I over—"

However, before you could speak, he interrupted you.

"But that doesn't mean I can't protect you. Y/n-ah, give me another chance please?"

He comes in front of you and pleads, his despair and sadness showing through his eyes.

"I'll make it up to you. I'll be more open on showing the world how I love you. I know how bad it must've felt for you all this time we've been together, but I'm ready now, really."

There was nothing but sincerity in his words.

"No—but—it's okay that you don't reveal our relationship to the media yet—"

"Then I'll make it so obvious that anyone with eyes would know."

"... just so that .... they know ... that I already have a muse ..."

You couldn't stay mad at your boyfriend—not when he's professing his love ever so genuinely in front of you. He suddenly becomes breathless as your hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping them before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Uhh....let's get back home before it rains"

He'll never admit it to himself, but he still gets flustered when you kiss him, even after a year of being together. On the way back home, he asks you about your day, and upon knowing about everything that happened, he helps you sort it all out.

From that day on, people online have started speculating him of dating someone. After all, who wouldn't speculate a man who posts paintings of a girl so frequently, having the same face always, just in different backgrounds. The captions weren't any better too, as they were always pulled from chinese romance novels. He never directly admitted to have been dating someone, but also never denied it. It has gotten to the point where Carats began begging him to just reveal his girlfriend instead of acting like a disgustingly lovesick boy. However, he likes to keep it sentimental and private. Maybe one day he'll just surprise them with a wedding ring—but that's for another story.

Author's note: Hello! Thank you for the request! I'm sorry if it's ooc, it's my first time writing a minghao fic (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) I'm sorry I couldn't put the "they tell everyone" part too because it was getting too long huuhuhuh 💔 Hope u like it!

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SWEET DREAMS

☆ Genre: Fluff and comfort

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Phasmophobia (fear of ghosts), themes of celibacy, mentions of anxiety!

☆ Synopsis: Oftentimes, your insomnia gets the best of you. Today's your first day of moving in with your boyfriend, Seungkwan, but you just can't get some shut-eye. When you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, who do you run to?

Since childhood, you've always been the fearful type—never being able to sleep without blankets above you, always asking that the lamp stays open, and even keeping the TV on for background music as you fall asleep. For some reason, you always feel as if ghosts are watching you as you sleep (despite not having seen any in your whole life). Because of this, you always end up being the butt of the joke when you watch horror movies with your friends.

Tonight, however, wasn't any better—t'was worse. You just moved in with your boyfriend Seungkwan, and your cowardice has began eating you whole.

Moving in together was a big decision that you two were able to make only a year after being together. He proposed it for "economic purposes" but you two knew well it was just to see each other more often. Nevertheless, you still agreed to it, and if you were being honest, you secretly wanted it more than he did.

You both had a long day fixing your things, setting up furniture from your house, and even fixing your room. You could've just settled to sleep in one room like a normal couple does, but after all, it's still his house, right? The last thing you want is to be a disturbance to your already busy boyfriend. Not only that, but you both vowed to "wait until marriage", so it would make sense to sleep in separate rooms. Out of respect, he once asked if you wanted your own room when you moved in together, to which you agreed—which explains why he's helping you right now move furniture into your new room.

Night had fallen already, and you two were just snuggled together in the couch.

"What do you have lined up for tomorrow?"

"We got filming... and I have a photoshoot by dusk" he whines on your lap while watching the reality show both of you picked.

"Hmmm... okay I'll cook you something nice, what time are you going home?"

"About 8"

You nod and feel the sleepiness get to you. Suddenly, you get anxious as it's getting late.

"Please keep your door unlocked" You fidget a bit, unsure if that sounded weird.

"Oh, sure, I always do, why?"

At that moment, you could've just told him that you were a scaredy cat who still hasn't conquered her night fears, but you had to save face.

"Uhm, so I can wake you up if you're running late"

Stupid excuse, but it worked. He agreed to it while clinging to your hand which was caressing his hair a while ago. You both sit for just a few more minutes before finally doing your night routine which included shower and skin care. When it was time, he kissed you goodnight as he closed the lights to your room.

There it was again, your anxiety getting the best of you. You couldn't sleep again, scared of being alone in the dimly lit room. You tried to put on some calming music to wind you down to sleep, but to no avail, your mind still paced. Left with no option, you watch something in your ipad by the bedside. Luckily, it worked, and you were snoring in a few minutes.

The night was quiet, both of you asleep in your shared dorm. That was until you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night for no reason. This always happens when you're anxious, and unfortunately, it was tonight was one of those nights. You check your phone and see that it's 2am. To top it off, your mind keeps bringing up the horror movie that you and your friends watched a week ago. With anxiety eating you whole, you hurriedly pace into Seungkwan's room, wanting to just be with someone right now. Reaching his doorstep, he did as promised—the door was left unlocked. However, upon seeing him, he slept too peacefully right now, and you just couldn't bring yourself to wake him up. Instead of creeping into his bed, you decided to sleep on the couch instead.

You close the door behind you gently, and tiptoe to the couch by his room. Good news? He's deep asleep, and you don't feel creeped out anymore. Bad news? There's quite a pile of stuff atop the couch, and if even one falls, he'll most likely wake up. You contemplated whether to take the risk and remove everything, or just sleep on the cold floor. Anything but go back to your room.

Since you had a long schedule tomorrow, you couldn't afford back pain getting in the way. Slowly, you begin taking the boxes and books above the couch, taking extra precaution not to drop anything accidentally. After what seemed like an eternity, you were finally able to remove everything on the couch. Just as you were about to lay down, your pillow hit the books above the pile of boxes, causing them to fall off loudly.

You only manage to curse under your breath as you turn to see your boyfriend slowly wake up. His face scrunched as his eyes try to make sense of what was happening around.

"hmm...y/n"

"What are you doing there?"

Great. Now you disturbed his sleep.

"Sorry sorry— I— I couldn't sleep so I—"

"Come here"

And so you do, walking to his bed and sitting on the edge.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly woke up at the middle of the night and I was scared. I really didn't want to wake yo—"

That was all you could say as he took your hand and pulled you into bed with him.

"Shh, okay let's sleep now" Seungkwan muttered as he enveloped you in an embrace, combing his fingers through your hair. He even hummed out a lullaby in the process.

Everything felt too good to be real—being enveloped in Seungkwan's arms while being under the same blanket, and even his voice humming just for you. Had you known this was what sleeping together felt like, you would've done it a long time ago.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered. There could be 10 ghosts that your mind made up watching and laughing at you right now, but Seungkwan's soft and melodic hums, along with his beating heart, are the only things you can hear.

— ✧ Bonus

The next morning, he woke up before you due to his early schedule, so he just left you a note.

I cooked you pancakes, they're covered on top of the dining table : > I love you, fighting!~

You felt your heart flutter upon reading it, but l felt it beat faster upon realizing the time—you woke up late.

Later in the evening, you cooked his favourite dish just in time before he comes home. At around 8:30, he got home and was greeted by your hug and welcome kiss.

As you two were eating in the table, he couldn't take it anymore and began asking you about the instance the night before. You told him that you really get anxious alone at night, and you had trouble falling asleep.

"Oh, is that so...."

"Then....uhm.....do you want to sleep in my room instead? I— I don't mean anything weird! I wont do anything weird, I promise! It's just to help you sleep better"

You've never agreed faster than before. However, you worried about your room going unused.

"Oh...but my room? It's going to get wasted isn't it?"

"It's okay, we can make it a guest room! Or even a cinema room! Or we can sleep there when we feel like it!"

Instead of feeling upset, he was even trying to comfort you for it. It has been a year of being together, but he still makes your heart beat so fast. You may never have conquered your night fears, but at least you've got the best boyfriend who always makes sure you get the sweetest dreams.

Author's note: Hello I am back on tumblr after dying for almost a year. I'm sorry I'm so inconsistent, I only write based on mood :((. But don't worry! Just drop some requests and I'll try to make them! Hehe it's currently our vacation, I've got a lot of time to spare

Also, this isn't proofread ... 💔

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Oh baby, but it's cold outside

☆ Genre: Fluff

☆ Warnings: Just over fatigue !

☆ Pairing: Idol!Seungkwan x SoloArtist!reader

Reader is a solo artist, Seungkwan is ... Seungkwan. They met through promotions and being under the same entertainment. The two have been dating for three months now, but it seems like the reader still feels afraid of being vulnerable with him. These all changed due to a hectic day that 'took out' every last bit of energy from the reader.

It's just a week before Christmas, but it didn't feel like it—you were still finishing promotion videos, recording special covers, and the like. Although doing this was something you enjoyed, you can't help but wish for rest ... even just for a day.

"Y/n, our last two takes are in 3 minutes, let's get prepared now" said your manager, quickly waking you up from your half-asleep state. Work began to be tiring after a month without breaks, and if your manager weren't watching, you would've escaped and went to your boyfriend's filming location to hug him as you listen to his daily stories.

Things took a turn for the worse. What you thought was a 5-minute take turned into 30 minutes.

"Try holding this flavor instead"

"Hmm... wouldn't this poster be better"

"Let's try a different dress, one that would suit the new flavor's vibe better"

The company you're endorsing for came unprepared, and now you had to deal with it. Although your inner monologue has been spitting out curses since they started making sudden changes, you remained calm and professional on the outside. Sooner after the shoot was done, it was time to go home to the one you loved the most.

You absolutely adore Seungkwan. If you could give him the universe, you would. And so it became a hobby of yours to care for him each day; make sure he never leaves on an empty stomach, pamper him with the things he needs when he's in a hectic schedule, and even massage his head when he's exhausted. None of those felt like chores to you, as they felt like privileges that God has given. Your love for your boyfriend was one that didn't expect anything in return.

However, your boyfriend loves you just as much as you do. He always tries to take you home safely by personally driving, and gives gifts (which he rarely does to others!).

This day had been a tiring one, and it has ended. Now all that's left is to go home and see the love of your life after war (a long day shooting).

After the 2-hour shoot, you open your phone to missed calls and unread messages from Seungkwan.

"Where are youuu?"

"Should I pick you up now?"

" :⁠-⁠[ "

Instantly, your face lights up.

"I'm sorry boo, schedule was tight, I couldn't read them earlier"

"I'm at XXX district, I'm about to go home, don't worry"

You pack your bags to set off to go home, 'til your phone vibrates again. Seungkwan has replied in an instant despite your hour-late reply.

"Okay, I'll come there :⁠^⁠) wait for me"

There it is again, your heart beating like crazy. Being practically half-asleep right now, you start wondering if you are dreaming; but thank the heavens, you aren't. A part of you wants to tell him not to come since it's already late and he too should get some sleep, but you yourself knew you couldn't go home at this state too.

While waiting for Seungkwan, your seniors pull you over and take you along.

"Hey, that's the last shoot for this month, let's go celebrate y/n"

"But—"

"Oh come on, don't be such a kill joy"

In a matter of seconds, you find yourself dragged outside in the snow. It took all the energy you got to let go and reject their offer.

"Sorry, I really can't right now"

And then came a chorus of sighs, but it was inevitable. If you drunk now, you'd probably wind up dead tomorrow.

Out in the cold, you could no longer think straight. "Should I go back inside?" but the building is far from you now. "Where could seungkwan be?" and he has just started driving by now. "How longer will my eyes stay awake?" and you're basically sleep walking right now.

It was useless, all you could do is walk back to the building or else you'd freeze to death. Half-asleep, you start making your way back to where you were before getting dragged. With your state right now, one wrong step and you'd stumble on the snow. You start waking yourself by slapping your face, which barely made a difference. Suddenly you hear the a familiar car horn—it was Seungkwan.

He got out of the car and waved his hand to you.

"Y/n~"

Ah, it's that cute smile coupled with his chubby cheeks that made you fall for him.

"Kwa—"

The thing you so feared of happening, finally happened. You stumbled on snow and are now like a kid trying to make a snow angel. You could hear Seungkwan's giggles getting louder as he runs towards you.

"HAHAHA— are you— HAHAHA— okay?"

"you need some rest, let's go home"

You look at him with a sarcastic smile as he helps you up. As he glances at your face, his mocking slowly turns into concern.

The moment you sat on the passenger seat, you fell asleep. It was just a 10-minute ride home and you could've just waited, but the land of the dreams were already pulling you in.

Soon, you woke up to the sudden feeling of stopping. The moment you opened your eyes, it wasn't your apartment through the window that you saw; rather, your boyfriend's front camera snapping photos. He was taking selcas of you together while you were asleep.

Seeing you open your eyes, he immediately stopped giggling while posing and hid his phone.

"I saw that"

"...sorry"

"I know you like my face so much, but can't you just wait until I wake up?"

There is it, your cocky tone that makes him flustered.

"Whatever...! We're home"

You step out of the car to battle again with your fatigue. Just like the usual night routine; half shower, change clothes, and the last thing—properly remove your makeup. They put on so much makeup on you earlier that it was so hard to remove. Thanks to 'that' company's indecisiveness, your makeup remover has now run out. With no options left, you go to Seungkwan's room.

"Kwan-ah, can I borrow your makeup remover?"

He pointed to where it is—just infront of the make up desk. His makeup desk was much grand compared to yours thanks to being an idol for longer, might as well remove your makeup in his room, too.

As you were removing your makeup, you were in your last straw—using up the last bits of energy and consciousness. The cold weather wasn't any help too, now that it is lulling you to sleep. Seungkwan was scrolling through his phone, but his attention was on you minutes later as you fell asleep on his desk.

"Aigo~ Y/n"

"You haven't finished yet, you'd irritate your skin if you sleep like that"

But his efforts were futile, you were already asleep.

He took matters to his own hands. Gently, he removed your makeup for you and cleaned up right after. Since you two sleep in different rooms (something YOU yourself wished for), Seungkwan was thinking whether or not to wake you up. A part of him felt scared of you getting uncomfortable sleeping in his bed, but another just wanted to cuddle with you and adore you as you sleep.

Amid all of this thinking, he didn't realise that his shuffling woke you up.

"Oh, sorry, did I fell asleep?"

"I'll go back now, goodnight baby"

It was one of the rare moments you were vulnerable, and he knew 'cause you started calling him "baby." Now flustered and desperate to adore you as you sleep, he started retaliating.

"Ah~ Why don't you stay here for the night? C'mon, you can't even walk"

At this point, you had no sense of rationality left in you, so you just spouted out the purest of your thoughts

"But I sleep really noisy, and I don't want you to see me in the morning bare faced"

"But I want tooo~"

Seungkwan was acting like a lovesick boy, despite the fact that you two had been dating for 3 months now.

"And I...I'm shy...to sleep in the same bed as 'THE' Seungkwan"

"I promise I won't do anything weird!"

You suddenly blush

"I-I know! That's not what I meant!"

You started thinking of excuses to escape the situation when the real reason was just that your heart races every time he was near. The fangirl in you still can't believe that you're dating him, and will probably become very clingy if you slept on the same bed. With your drunken-like state because of fatigue, you made the stupidest excuse ever known.

"But... it's warmer in my room"

"Oh baby, but it's cold outside"

He himself can't believe he said such words, and is now a blushing mess.

"...I meant, it's cold on the way to your...room"

Great, now you can no longer resist.

You finally sigh in defeat and put your weight on him though a hug. He quickly understood this and helped you walk towards the bed. The second you laid down, you start wondering why his bed was much comfortable than yours. Was it the matress? The sheets? Or was it simply him being there?

Those thoughts were dismissed once he started poking your cheeks and stroking your hair.

It was the first time in your life someone not your parents has done so, and you could no longer fight your intrusive thoughts. Suddenly you hug him tightly and act all clingy. He reciprocates anyways with a forehead kiss. You two are basically fools in love right now.

"I love you all the time, but I think I love you more when you're like this"

He didn't realise that you were asleep already, and he was basically talking to himself. Still, he continued hoping that his teasing will he heard in your dreams.

"You can't even stay awake for a whole minute, how can I trust you with 20 steps to your room?"

"Ah, you've been overworking again, I told you, you aren't going to lose popularity just because you haven't done a comeback in half a year!"

"Really, you're so stubborn"

"...and I love it, too"

A few moments later, he also drifted to sleep, and whole night was just you clinging to him like some sort of koala. He enjoyed this, though, and will now coax you everyday into cuddling with him until you both fall asleep.

Extras ; [the next day] !

The next day, he woke up first, and did what he's good at—taking photos of sleeping people. This time around, though, you didn't catch him. When you woke up, he was wearing a grin that looked like it told a thousand words. Was it a cocky, embarrassed, or smitten grin?

Your thoughts weren't composed yet right now, but as soon as you realised you were sleeping on the same bed, you sit up and panic.

"W-Why am I sleeping here?? Did I do anything crazy? Oh God"

Seungkwan giggled a bit at your actions, but immediately calmed you down by giving you a recap of what happened a few hours ago—just that, it's his version now.

"Well, you were soo tired and you basically wanted some cuddles from the most handsome man in existence, and so you asked me kindly if I could shower you with love. I didn't mind doing it at all since you asked nicely."

And there it is, he's starting to get cocky again. Luckily, you remembered last night because of his twisted story.

You were about to protest until his phone switched on for the morning alarm, and you saw his lock screen to be a collage of sleeping faces. What's worse? They're all pictures of you.

He tried to hide it but it was too late.

"Hm? What's that?"

"... Nothing ...."

Since he was caught red-handed anyways, he used it instead to tease you.

"Ah, how cute, I got a sleeping koala with me~ hehehe"

This obviously was embarrassing for you and it required drastic measures.

"Kwan-ah ... what do you want?"

Your tone was serious, and that took him aback.

"Hm? ... What I want...?"

"The latest American-style store or the hamburger shop down the road ... you name it..."

"Why?"

"...in exchange for ... changing your lock screen"

He suddenly burst out into laughter and started getting all demanding.

"Hmm... can I have both?"

You look at him with a defeated expression

"Well, I have two versions of the lockscreen, can't have one showing randomly, right?"

With your sleeping face getting exposed to the other members of seventeen on the line, you just follow his request. He ends up paying for the food anyways and turns the food hunt into a date.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello I AM ALIVE AGAIN ON TUMBLR but now writing for Seungkwan 😄 This fic is not proofread or what, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME !! thank you 😊🌸

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𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Fluff

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, very slight swearing. Reader was a student of Jujutsu High.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

Nanami as your Schoolmate

You two met in the 2nd year of Jujutsu high, and it was literally at a vending machine. That day, he was in a really bad mood, and so he was kicking the machine 'cause it won't drop his drink.

"Goddamn it! This shit isn't working" he exclaimed, and you witnessed all of these quietly. It might be weird, but you actually found him cute while sulking. Even though he looked like that one weird emo classmate you'd definitely avoid, you tapped his shoulder to give him a drink.

He was shocked when he felt your hand tap his shoulder, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks out of embarrassment. All he could say was "thanks" before you left the scene.

Ever since that moment, you two met in the library, at the convenience store, and almost everywhere you go. It seemed weird how he is offline whenever your online game buddy is offline. You also caught him one time in the library playing your favorite game, but were too shy to approach him 'cause it seemed like he was hiding from the librarian.

One day, you saw each other in the library, and mustered up the courage to ask him, "Hey...are you user SilentAnhilator?"

This was probably the riskiest and most embarrassing thing you've ever done in your life—asking someone you're not close with and at the same time, outing yourself as a gamer.

You expected him to give you a sour look, however, you were met with a blushing teenage Nanami which you still find cute whenever you remember it.

"I....Yes"

You became friends after that incident.

The trio formed (you, Nanami, and Haibara) always went on missions together, where Nanami would remain silent. Of course, he isn't safe from your teasing and Haibara's jokes no matter where you go.

Nanami as your boyfriend

He confessed to you after a year of being colleagues. He realized that the reason he gets awkward around you is not because you were former classmates, but because he liked you.

He decided to confess his feelings after seeing you in the infirmary, heavily injured from a mission.

"Are you okay? Do you need meds? Can you stand? Please, answer me."

That was the first time you ever saw Nanami cry. You asked him why he was so worked up to the point of shedding tears, it's just a stab and a few broken bones—nothing that Shoko can't fix.

"I'll tell you why when...the time is right." He brushed that question off, but your heart was beating fast, hoping that it was more than a friend's concern.

A week later when you were fully recovered, he asked you out for dinner. There, he formally confessed his feelings like a mature man would.

"Y/n, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable, it's just that I have something to confess."

That moment, you could hear your heart beating fast.

"I like you, romantically, as a lover. At first, I didn't know why I felt nervous around you and why... my knees get weak when I see you. I thought I just saw you as a dear friend and a valuable colleague but as time passed, I started seeing you in my dreams and I could tell that it already was beyond platonic..."

You remained silent, still taken aback by his words, face flushed in red.

"...I'm sorry if this is so sudden, but can I date you? I promise to properly court you, and I definitely take relationships seriously."

Seeing you flustered and speechless, he thought he was making you uncomfortable. But in fact, you were just taking time to process your 10-year crush's confession.

"I-I'm sorry, I made my dear friend uncomfortable. I understand if you don't feel the sam—"

"I like you too" was all you could say before hugging him tightly. Immediately, he reciprocated the action by hugging back.

Since that night, he started courting you by giving gifts, talking sweetly, and doing affectionate acts of service. Of course, he remained very respectful. In fact, your first kiss happened only after 3 months of dating.

He is very good in handling his alcohol, and so he always goes with you to office parties (which is always with Jujutsu High teachers).

* f/n=your first name

(He knew that you still had a hangover from the way you typed. Right after getting on the car, he continued to tease you about drunk-flirting with him on your way to Jujutsu High.)

Nanami as your husband

Please read my previous fics to see how he proposed to you 🙏🏻

He is definitely a caring husband who wants nothing but to live a peaceful life with you.

When you two married, you immediately moved to your house in Kuantan, Malaysia. That house was planned for and built for 2 years (through mutual efforts)

Now both retired from being sorcerers, he works a simple job at a bakery down the street while you pursue your dream of being a lawyer.

Since you both decided to live a simple life, he used his savings for the past 10 years in funding your daily expenses (he still earns a constant sum from his humble job at the bakery).

One day, you got sick and he had just finished his shift at the bakery.

Notes: I love him so much I'm so delusional but I don't think I could ever find a man like him.

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𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 (𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍)

A sequel to "After the storm"

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: What's a better thing to do than to stroll down a snowy street with the one you love? It's Christmas eve, and both you and Nanami had just gotten out of the hospital. Although both of you were still recovering from major injuries, Nanami was determined to make this Christmas special, 'cause he didn't want to waste anymore time.

☆ Warnings: None, actually, just that the plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the Shibuya incident.

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Hokkaido is such a lovely place--the snowflakes fall from the heavens to blanket the earth and the mountains are seemingly cloaked with cotton balls due to the snow. However, none of these compare to the beauty of your lover beside you, holding your hand. He's wearing an eye patch, his right arm is covered in bandages, and any beauty expert would tell you that he looks like a disaster right now, but your rapidly beating heart says otherwise.

Nanami, in a soft voice, asked nicely, and all you could feel were the butterflies in your stomach every time you catch a glimpse of him.

It's 8 pm, and snow was falling while you walk down a quiet overlooking street hand by hand.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

While walking towards the highest spot in the street, you noticed something—your lover seemed to be lost in thought, touching his eye patch at times. Although his expression showed no signs of discomfort, you were worried.

Looking around, you saw very few distant people, which was expected since the overlooking spot was only known by natives. Breaking the silence, you suddenly hugged Nanami from the front.

"I love you, Kento~"

This gesture took him aback as it was out of the blue, and you usually use pet names like "darling" and "love" to call him.

He reciprocated your action and engulfed you in his arms.

"I love you too y/n."

Noticing that he finally smiled, you decided to shower him with affection to get whatever was on his mind off.

"My sweetheart looks so handsome, especially under the snow."

This was followed with a kiss, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Am I really still handsome to you?"

Although he was smiling, you knew that this is what he'd been thinking of for the past few minutes. The answer to his question was of course, yes. However, a simple yes couldn't express your feelings right now.

"Hmm....well if it was my first time meeting you right now.. I'd ask for your number. But since it's been 4 years since we've been with each other, I, as a woman, will ask for your hand in marriage. Does that answer your question, dear?"

Flattered by your response, the blonde man couldn't hide his blush and was speechless.

"Oh, and I definitely mean what I say."

Without wasting a second, he hugged you tightly as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I could say the same, my wife."

Now, it was your turn to be flustered. He never used the term "wife" before, and hearing it for the first time made your heart beat fast. Before having a chance to respond to him, he held your hand and took you along.

You finally reached the highest peak of the elevated street, and you could see the busy roads and colorful lights of the buildings.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any last words as [y/n full name]"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"'Cause by Christmas next year, you'll no longer be Ms. [y/n surname], you'll be Mrs. Nanami."

Your lover's sincere smile, accompanied by his sweet words melted your heart. Although he proposed to you the night that the Shibuya incident occurred, he never had the chance to give you the ring because of the rapid turn of events.

Nanami got down on one knee, and reached for a box on his pocket.

"I can no longer imagine a life without you. Whenever I think of Kuantan, Malaysia, I only see us, living under one roof."

"I promise to protect you, even if it costs me my life."

"Of course, dear. I'll marry you in every lifetime we're together."

"Formally, this time, will you marry me?"

This was probably one of the best moments in your life. Everything was just so...perfect.

Gently holding your hand, he placed the ring on your ring finger.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nanami. I hope to spend all my Christmas days with you."

No other words had to be said. He first cupped your cheeks and seconds after, your lips met each other. The kiss, innocent at first, turned passionate. Sure, he didn't give a speech on why he wanted to marry you, but his lips did all the talking.

After sharing a passionate kiss in the secluded area of the mountain, you two enjoyed the view for a while and went back to your rented cabin right after.

All you wished for was a second chance in life, but somehow, you even got a better—no, actually, the best one ahead.

.ೃ࿐ The end ~

Notes: ART ISN'T MINE ! It belongs to @aozora1227 on twt.

As you've seen, this IS a sequel, so read the my first fic to understand it better (After the storm).

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𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: The Shibuya Incident has just ended, and it has taken a toll on civilians and sorcerers alike. FemSorcerer!Reader is Nanami's fighting partner and lover. They are both fatally injured, but FemSorcerer!Reader was hit with a fatal blow to her eye to save both of them in a last effort to win against Mahito. Nanami, on the other hand, has deep scars prominent on the left side of his body that'll take time to heal.

☆ Warnings: Mentions of violence. The plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the shibuya incident.

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The Shibuya incident; a tragic night on the 31st day of October that made an impact on the lives of civilians and sorcerers alike. Lives were lost, injuries were inflicted, but the result was a hard-earned victory. 

It was a cold winter morning at Tokyo Hospital. Christmas was about to come in a few weeks, yet everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of the tragedy.

It has been three days since you regained consciousness in the comfort of your hospital room, with bandages wrapped around your body, most specifically, your eyes. The first time you woke up, your lover Nanami was overjoyed even though he himself is still recovering from deep scars. Ever since then, he visited your room everyday to keep you company.

This day, the doctor had given you permission to take the bandages off your eyes after the surgery. Although you wanted to finally escape from the pitch black view you’ve only been able to see for the past few days, anxiety and doubt filled your heart as to how everyone will react to your new appearance. As a result, you requested them to only handle the outer layers of bandaging and leave the inner layer to you, if it’s possible. The medical staff agreed and complied with your request.

The nurses left the room and had a conversation with someone outside. Turns out, it was Nanami, whose voice you’ve recognized the moment he entered the room, bringing food as usual.

“Good Morning, Darling. I heard about the good news from the doctors. I asked them about your condition, and they told me that your eyes were healed already. I also asked them if the bandages may be unwrapped already, but they told me to ask you directly.”

You heard the sound of the stool being pulled from the side, as he sat on it to keep you company.  

“I brought you breakfast, but I figured that it'd be more enjoyable to eat it while watching the snowflakes fall.”

You felt his cold hands carefully make their way to hold your right hand and used the other to support your back. When you were sitting in a stable position, Nanami cupped your cheeks and brushed off your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

“Darling, shall we remove your bandages now?”

His voice was gentle, especially his touch. It seemed as if we were dealing with a troubled child–ignoring the fact that he was talking to a woman the same age as him.

“Please don’t.”

The sudden response caught him off guard, causing him to give you a confused hum.

“Hm? Is there something wrong, dear?"

There was definitely something wrong–the purple eyes that your lover complimented the most were now damaged. Those eyes that once shined bright can only gleam from the right side and never on the left. Before, they looked like two gemstones, and now one has lost its light.

“Nanami … can you close your eyes while I unwrap my bandages..? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

“...And please prepare a mirror.”

You intended to cover your left eye first before seeing Nanami. After all, you asked a nurse on duty with you a few nights ago about what had happened to your eyes. She said that one eye was just injured by some debris and could be healed by medication. However, one eye was beyond repair, and the only solution was to get surgery done and to transplant a new one. 

It was impossible to find purple eyes like yours; after all, your family lineage was a secluded one, and all of your family members were in healthy conditions. The last thing you’d want to happen is for them to give up their eye to transplant it to yours. 

Just a few words in, and your lover understood what you were feeling. It pained him to see you like this, but just as always, he knew how to comfort the woman he so loved.

“Alright darling, I’ll do as you say so. But please, make it quick, I want to see my muse immediately.”

You started taking off the bandages wrapped around your eye, and you finally saw a faint light after weeks of only seeing darkness. When your eyes were completely revealed, everything was blurry. You felt your way through the blurry surroundings to get the mirror you asked for in Nanami’s hands. As soon as you looked at the mirror, you barely saw anything, but it was clear that the right iris was purple and the left iris was black. “It looks weird,” you thought to yourself, not realizing you said that out loud.

“What is weird, darling?”

You were shocked to hear Nanami’s response, so you immediately checked his face up close whether he really was closing his eyes. He indeed kept his promise as his eyes were closed.

You were insecure about how you looked right now–face full of healing scars, swollen left eye just from a surgery, and bandages still covering a third of your face.

“Nanami, I’m sorry but can you leave the room? I’ll hide under my blanket and you can go right after.”

Just after having said the last word, Nanami pulled you into a hug and rested his head on the right side of your neck.

“Darling, I know you’re not feeling well right now, but at least allow me to care for you. If you want, I can keep my eyes closed the whole time. But please, let me stay with you.”

As someone raised to be tough, you had to keep a flawless facade that never faltered. You believed that you should be perfect–in physical strength, appearance, and emotion. Everyone expected for a grade 1 sorcerer like you to remain composed, even through the harshest of times. However, things were different with Nanami. He didn’t bother seeing you vulnerable–heck, he’d even comfort you out of it. As a result, hearing those words made your heart swell with tears, and you finally melted into his embrace. 

“It’s alright darling, you can cry on me until you’re feeling good. What is it bothering you? Does your surgery hurt?”

Still crying, you responded to him with a hoarse voice.

“I-it’s just that my eyes aren’t as they used to be–sniffles–M-my left eye is now–”

Hearing you struggling to catch your breath because of crying, he gently patted your back to signal his interruption.

“Shhh darling, I know about it. I’ve heard about it already a few days ago. It’s okay to feel sad about it, but please remember you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes–no matter how you look…”

You two remained in that position for quite a bit, until finally, you felt comfortable enough to sit straight and face your lover. When you pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but realize how he was also bandaged all over his body–significantly more than yours. He was also covered in deeper scars, yet you still thought he was handsome. Suddenly, you thought to yourself, “If I still think he is handsome with these scars, would he still think I’m pretty too?”

Your train of thoughts are disturbed when Nanami asks a question. 

“So, can I see my muse now? Is it okay for me to open my eyes?” 

You were hesitant to reply at first, but with his affectionate words and his smile, you just couldn't resist him. Finally, you agreed with a soft whisper and said “yes.” 

As soon as he opened his eyes, his smile grew wider and he held your hand gently. He used the other to cup your cheeks, before affirming you with his words.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again. What’s your name, miss? Can I court you?"

You giggled as his smooth-talk went on. He was acting as if you two hadn’t been together for four years and engaged. It didn’t take long until you found yourself swaying with your fiance to the jazz music played in your hospital room, while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”

“Should I call you darling or sweetheart?”

“Should I ask for your hand in marriage again?”

For the past four years that you’ve been together, he never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Even at this moment, you’re blushing so hard at everything he says, to the point that anyone would say you look like a smiling tomato. 

Time has flown by quickly and after all the dancing and cuddling, it is now 9 pm in the evening. 

“Nanami, you should get some rest now. You also need to recover, you know.”

“Alright, darling. As long as you wish me a Good Night with sweet dreams first. Also a kiss. Would that be possible?” 

This man has many sides to his personality, but this one was the one you liked the most–him just being clingy and cute.

“That goes without saying.”

You give Nanami a kiss and wish him goodnight, as he walks to his room next to yours, about to drift off.

The winter night was cold, but your heart was warm after spending the day in Nanami’s presence.

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Notes: This is my first fanfic ever written, and English isn't my first language. Author-san (me) wrote this to cope with the pain of chapter 120 ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Please lmk if you're interested in a prequel and sequel ! I already have those in mind.