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About me
You can call me Yuin. I'm a latina carat in her 30's who is in love with Dokyeom and his moles (?). This is a side account were I write short drabbles and stuff about Seventeen. Sometimes I yap about other kpop groups I like.
Main: @machetechan (Likes and follows only)
One-shots and ot13: @sillyuin
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#370
Joshua: Can I have a sip of your water?
Jun: It's not water.
Joshua: Vodka? Drink water not-
Jun: It's vinegar.
Joshua: What?!
Jun: I said it's vinegar.
#365
Mingyu: I am both dumber and smarter than you think. Never estimate me.
DINO Rimowa x W Korea
Had a nightmare that all my fics were AI generated and now I'm spending my day looking for AI-sounding words and sentences from my stories, drenched in sweat
Lullabies and games
Genre: domestic fluff.
Pairing: Mingyu x reader.
Warnings: reader is sick (no surprise at all), tooth-rotting fluff.
Yuin's note: Happy birthday to our dear Mingyu ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
“Gyu, are you still awake?” you asked in a sleepy voice, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?”
“Oh, y/n,” Mingyu moved a little to make space for you on the couch. Everything was dark except for the light of the TV reflecting on his body. “It’s two in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep.”
You sat down next to Mingyu and gave him a small kiss on the shoulder, just before resting your temple against him and snuggling as close as possible.
“Is that why you were playing my Stardew Valley game without telling me?” you said in a half-mocking tone, “I thought you didn’t like this game.”
Mingyu let out a soft, timid laugh. “I don’t, but I thought maybe it would help me fall asleep.”
“But, how?”
“Actually, I don’t know… But since you’re here…” Mingyu paused the game and left the controller on the coffee table in front of him. “How are you feeling?”
He cupped your face with both hands and smile in relief after checking by himself that your fever had gone down.
“I said I’d be better for your birthday,” you said playfully, “or do you think a simple cold would ruin our plans?”
“A simple cold, huh?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow. “You’re funny, but this isn’t a joke. Go get some rest, love. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”
“Fine, fine,” you rolled your eyes, “but first.”
You sat on Mingyu’s lap and reached for the controller, his arms wrapping around you to help you settle in
“Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve made,” you said teasingly.
“Just so you know, I created a new game,” Mingyu rested his chin on your shoulder, “and my farm will be better than yours.”
“I’ll let you have this one, birthday boy,” and resuming the game, you got to work.
Mingyu listened attentively to each of your words, the gameplay, the characters, and even how you spoke so cheerfully about the little details, like the music or the hidden stuff.
“The mines are full of monsters, so you need to watch out and…” suddenly, you realized that your back was a little heavier. “Gyu, are you listening?”
He cleared his throat and before speaking, let out a slow yawn.
“Sorry, it’s just…” A deep sigh escaped him as he pressed his face against your neck. “Your voice is so soothing… It makes me feel so… at peace.”
“Wanna go to bed?” you murmured slowly, “and I’ll tell you about The Mines until you fall asleep.”
Mingyu nodded slowly, letting you lead him by the hand toward the bedroom. Once tucked away under the warm sheets, he settled his head against your chest with a deep, weary exhale.
“Hey, y/n,” he murmured, “Do you think… the others would be upset if I cancel tomorrow’s plans?”
You snorted, as you knew he was joking. “Yeah, and so do I”.
“Is just… I want to spend my birthday like this… With you.”
You bit back a smile. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Though you knew there wasn’t anything to discuss: He could celebrate with his friends and then come home to spend time with his little patient. “You’re just acting so spoiled because you’re sleepy.”
He chuckled softly, throwing his arm across your torso. “Maybe… Now, keep talking… Whatever you want…”
“All right,” you gave him a small kiss on his head. “Oh, yeah! The Mines…”
Love notes
Genre: Fluff, comfort.
Pairing: Dokeyom x reader.
Warnings: Reader is depressed but is not openly mentioned. Poorly proofread.
Yuin's note: I am projecting myself and i'm not ashamed of it.
It was early morning, and the first thing you did was let out a long sigh. You reached for the clock on the nightstand, it was eight-thirty. It was already late and you had to get up, but your exhausted body didn't feel the same way.
You sat on the edge of the bed, taking a minute to close your eyes and breathe. You repeated to yourself over and over “there’s too much to do”, and even thought your motivation was nonexistent, thinking about your responsibilities was enough to get you up—sluggishly, but it worked.
Heading to the kitchen, you noticed someone moved the magnets and used them to pin a note to the refrigerator. “Hi, honey! I hope you have a great day. I’ve made coffee just the way you like it; you just have to heat it up.”
Looking toward the counter, your favorite mug was next to the coffee maker.
You weren't very hungry, so you had the coffee along with some energy bars you kept for those slow, heavy days. After a quick breakfast, you went to the bathroom to do your wash routine, though it was the first time in days you’d actually done it. There, next to the toothpaste, was a piece of paper with your name on it.
“I noticed you were out of face wash, so I bought a new bottle. You have to take care of your skin!”
You smiled faintly, and put the note inside your pants pocket.
It was laundry day. Actually, it must have been days ago, but you just decided not to do it, now there was a mountain of dirty clothes piled up by the mashing machine. You went to the small laundry room, and you found two piles of clothes side by side, with a little note like the others on top of one.
“I know you don't like doing this, so I separated the white ones to make it easier for you.”
After starting the wash cycle, you went to the computer at your personal office; you had overdue tasks and couldn't postpone them any longer. On the turned-off monitor, a note was stuck with the drawing of a smiling puppy.
“I’m proud of you. I’ll reward you with a delicious lunch for all the effort you’ve put in today!”
You read the note with slightly trembling hands, and a warm feeling in your chest that you had missed lingered for a while. It wasn't easy to get up every day with no energy at all, but Seokmin’s encouraging words always seemed to arrive just in the right moment.
He believed in you, and you couldn’t let him down.
At noon the doorbell rang; it felt great to get up and stretch after spending some hours at the computer. When you opened the door, Seokmin wrapped you in a tight hug, and he placed a tender kiss in your forehead. Then, like an eager kid, he sat at the dining table and put down the bag he was carrying.
“I hope you're hungry,” Seokmin said as you briefly went to the kitchen for plates and cutlery. “I ordered your favorite.”
“Won't you get in trouble for sneaking out from work?” you asked, joining him at the table. Seokmin went ahead to serve the lunch.
“I told the boss you were sick and I had to come see you.” There wasn't a trace of guilt in his voice. Not even a little.
“Lying to your boss isn't right...”
Seokmin placed a plate of rice with vegetables and some pieces of chicken in sweet and sour sauce in front of you; the meal was a feast to the eyes. Your stomach rumble like never before, and when you looked up, the weight in your stomach felt a little deeper.
He didn’t respond, his gentle smile said everything. It was impossible to hide something from those bright eyes of his. A warmth rose from your chest to your face and you had to look back down to the lunch.
“I'm glad you're feeling better,” his voice sounded a bit more relaxed. “Now, tell me, how was your day?”
Lunch was pleasant and peaceful. You couldn't remember the last time a meal had been so enjoyable. Soon, the moments of heaviness began to feel distant, and the space they left was filled with a light, perhaps fleeting, happiness. But it was true happiness, after all.
After the meal, Seokmin cleaned the table and looked at his wristwatch, letting out a squeak. “I have to be back in less than ten minutes!”
Since he was busy, you took the chance to go to the bedroom, grab a post-it from the desk, and write a quick note. After folding it, you slipped it into his coat pocket.
Seokmin came out quickly, and before rushing back to work, he turned his gaze at you.
“See you tonight,” he said, giving you one tight hug before grabbing his coat hanging by the door. “Oh, and don’t make the dinner.”
“Are you taking me out for burgers?” you said playfully as he walked away quickly.
“It's a surprise!”
Seokmin got into his car and took a breath before anything else. As he was looking for the keys in his pocket, he found something he didn't remember putting there: a small piece of paper with his name on it.
“Thanks for everything. I love you, I'm proud of you.”
Love notes
Genre: Fluff, comfort.
Pairing: Dokeyom x reader.
Warnings: Reader is depressed but is not openly mentioned. Poorly proofread.
Yuin's note: I am projecting myself and i'm not ashamed of it.
It was early morning, and the first thing you did was let out a long sigh. You reached for the clock on the nightstand, it was eight-thirty. It was already late and you had to get up, but your exhausted body didn't feel the same way.
You sat on the edge of the bed, taking a minute to close your eyes and breathe. You repeated to yourself over and over “there’s too much to do”, and even thought your motivation was nonexistent, thinking about your responsibilities was enough to get you up—sluggishly, but it worked.
Heading to the kitchen, you noticed someone moved the magnets and used them to pin a note to the refrigerator. “Hi, honey! I hope you have a great day. I’ve made coffee just the way you like it; you just have to heat it up.”
Looking toward the counter, your favorite mug was next to the coffee maker.
You weren't very hungry, so you had the coffee along with some energy bars you kept for those slow, heavy days. After a quick breakfast, you went to the bathroom to do your wash routine, though it was the first time in days you’d actually done it. There, next to the toothpaste, was a piece of paper with your name on it.
“I noticed you were out of face wash, so I bought a new bottle. You have to take care of your skin!”
You smiled faintly, and put the note inside your pants pocket.
It was laundry day. Actually, it must have been days ago, but you just decided not to do it, now there was a mountain of dirty clothes piled up by the mashing machine. You went to the small laundry room, and you found two piles of clothes side by side, with a little note like the others on top of one.
“I know you don't like doing this, so I separated the white ones to make it easier for you.”
After starting the wash cycle, you went to the computer at your personal office; you had overdue tasks and couldn't postpone them any longer. On the turned-off monitor, a note was stuck with the drawing of a smiling puppy.
“I’m proud of you. I’ll reward you with a delicious lunch for all the effort you’ve put in today!”
You read the note with slightly trembling hands, and a warm feeling in your chest that you had missed lingered for a while. It wasn't easy to get up every day with no energy at all, but Seokmin’s encouraging words always seemed to arrive just in the right moment.
He believed in you, and you couldn’t let him down.
At noon the doorbell rang; it felt great to get up and stretch after spending some hours at the computer. When you opened the door, Seokmin wrapped you in a tight hug, and he placed a tender kiss in your forehead. Then, like an eager kid, he sat at the dining table and put down the bag he was carrying.
“I hope you're hungry,” Seokmin said as you briefly went to the kitchen for plates and cutlery. “I ordered your favorite.”
“Won't you get in trouble for sneaking out from work?” you asked, joining him at the table. Seokmin went ahead to serve the lunch.
“I told the boss you were sick and I had to come see you.” There wasn't a trace of guilt in his voice. Not even a little.
“Lying to your boss isn't right...”
Seokmin placed a plate of rice with vegetables and some pieces of chicken in sweet and sour sauce in front of you; the meal was a feast to the eyes. Your stomach rumble like never before, and when you looked up, the weight in your stomach felt a little deeper.
He didn’t respond, his gentle smile said everything. It was impossible to hide something from those bright eyes of his. A warmth rose from your chest to your face and you had to look back down to the lunch.
“I'm glad you're feeling better,” his voice sounded a bit more relaxed. “Now, tell me, how was your day?”
Lunch was pleasant and peaceful. You couldn't remember the last time a meal had been so enjoyable. Soon, the moments of heaviness began to feel distant, and the space they left was filled with a light, perhaps fleeting, happiness. But it was true happiness, after all.
After the meal, Seokmin cleaned the table and looked at his wristwatch, letting out a squeak. “I have to be back in less than ten minutes!”
Since he was busy, you took the chance to go to the bedroom, grab a post-it from the desk, and write a quick note. After folding it, you slipped it into his coat pocket.
Seokmin came out quickly, and before rushing back to work, he turned his gaze at you.
“See you tonight,” he said, giving you one tight hug before grabbing his coat hanging by the door. “Oh, and don’t make the dinner.”
“Are you taking me out for burgers?” you said playfully as he walked away quickly.
“It's a surprise!”
Seokmin got into his car and took a breath before anything else. As he was looking for the keys in his pocket, he found something he didn't remember putting there: a small piece of paper with his name on it.
“Thanks for everything. I love you, I'm proud of you.”
A rich life
Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.
Pairing: Dokeyom x reader.
Yuin's note: Get in loser, we're feeding our delulu.
The sound of the front door opening caught your attention, it still wasn’t enough to get up from the couch. You stayed there, rolled up in the blanket and staring at the TV screen mind-absent.
Seokmin came carefully to the living room, despite the TV being on, unaware if you were awake or not, until a groan from the couch made him bite back his laugh.
“You’re still awake?” he came closer and sat in the small empty space next to your feet. “It’s almost midnight.”
“I know,” you sighed deeply, then sat up, still wrapped in the blanket. “I couldn’t sleep, so I put on something boring on TV to see if that would help.”
Seokmin focused his attention on the screen and smiled. “And how did that experiment go?”
“Well, a guy named Dylan had a aquarium made in his house,” you explained without much enthusiasm. “I don’t get it, but rich people doing rich people things, I guess?”
“And if you were the rich one, what would you do?” Seokmin leaned back on the couch, giving you his full attention.
“I wouldn’t invest in pyramid schemes,” your eloquent response made him burst into laughter. “Instead, I’d build a shelter for kittens.”
You muted the TV and focused all your attention on him. “And what would you do if you were filthy rich?”
“I…” his thoughtful gaze wandered for a moment. “I’d build a dog shelter, right next to the kitten one.”
His silly smile was endearing. No matter how silly their conversation was, it could always get worse, and it was one of the many things that made him so special: those pointless yet funny conversations.
“And, I’d buy you clothes,” he added, “so you could match with our puppies.”
“But, we don’t have any.”
“Well, I’d buy you all the puppies you wanted.”
“No way,” You scrunched up your nose, “I’d rather adopt them.”
All of a sudden, your eyes felt a little heavier, and you covered a small yawn with both hands. At that moment, Seokmin’s lap looked quite comfortable, so you rested your head to use his legs as a pillow.
“Tell me, what else you’d do?” you asked.
“I’d open a pizzeria,” he said, a little excited, his fingers slowly sliding through your hair. “A big one that could hold a lot of people, with every kind of pizza you can imagine…”
You closed your eyes, trying to imagine every one of his words: The beautiful tables and chairs with an old-fashioned style, the carefully cared for indoor plants, the section to grab a coffee and read manga… It was a beautiful vision.
“And the best part,” his voice became softer, “is that I’d have a lot of employees, so I’d have more free time to spend with you.”
You smiled to yourself. “Then let’s start saving right now,” mid-sentence, you gave a long yawn. “I miss spending more time with you…”
“Then don’t fall asleep,” you could swear he was pouting. “Let’s chat for a while.”
“I’m listening. You were telling me about the manga cafe.”
“Right! It would include volumes of classics, some not-so-well-known ones…”
As you slowly fell asleep, the last thought you had was that you didn’t really care about being a millionaire; eating three times a day and sharing a peaceful life with Seokmin in that cozy apartment was something money could never buy.
i love arm
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