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𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔢

🤎Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) 🤎Au: Hybrid Au, Bunny! Seonghwa, Wolf! Reader 🤎Trope: Established Relationship 🤎Rating: 18+, MDNI, smut 🤎Word Count: 2,763 🤎Warnings: dom! reader, sub! seonghwa, toy use (squirting dildo), amazon press position, overstimulation, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie, marking (love bites, hickies), degradation kink, mentions of pegging 🤎Summary: Your boyfriend thinks it's a smart idea to wear fuzzy, cute clothing with you and not trigger you to push him in an amazon press 🤎Dedication: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii for being beta readers extraordinaire 🤎divider by @cafekitsune

“Careful with a prey boyfriend,” Your friend had sighed in defeat. “They’ll trigger you when you least expect it.”

You had laughed then but you weren’t laughing now.

Seonghwa had slid into your living room on fluffy socks to show off his new outfit. His eyes were lit up with excitement to have some loungewear in the theme of his favorite game. He did the game's dance, chirping to himself, before finally settling down beside you on the couch. 

“I think they’re too small though,” He said with a pout, tugging at the hem of the shorts.

You dug your nails into your legs in an attempt to distract yourself from your thoughts but it wasn’t working. Your inner wolf was howling to pin Seonghwa to the couch and ravage him but now was not the time. Except your eyes kept slipping towards the bronze thighs that were on display and the way that Seonghwa was STILL playing with the shorts.

“Seonghwa,” You growled in warning, biting down on your lip. 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed, one of his floppy ears moving nervously. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” You lied with a strained voice, “You look very cute.”

Seonghwa beamed, turning slightly on the cough, bare knee brushing against you. He bounced and your eyes zeroed in on his soft cock under the lush material. “I knew you’d like--”

Before you could control yourself, you put a hand to Seonghwa’s broad shoulders and pushed him back on the couch. His big eyes looked up at you, part fear and part wonder. It snapped something inside of you. You grabbed two fistfuls of the fluffy shorts, framing his cock. “A little too cute,” You growled again. 

Seonghwa’s eyes began to move back and forth, following the pattern of your tail behind you, almost hypnotized. “Too cute?”

He licked his lips and this time a low growl did escape your lips. “Careful, Bunny, or I might rip you to shreds on this couch.”

Carefully, you eased your grip of one hand, and slowly eased your hand up the plane of his pelvis to his stomach, pushing up the sweater. “I don’t want to get this dirty, I just got it!” Seonghwa had the audacity to whine.

Your hands snapped back to your legs, where you went back to digging them in. “Okay, Bunny.” You reigned in your inner animal, the wolf huntress that simply wished to take what she wanted, and moved to the far side of the couch. 

Seonghwa sat up carefully, eyes trained on your tense form. “Just like that?”

“I refuse to take advantage of you, Seonghwa,” You said tersely, “You’re my boyfriend, not my dinner.”

“Thank you.” Seonghwa shuddered delicately and you had to stand up to halt yourself from launching yourself over at him again. 

Your lust ran through you like little red ants biting at your nerves. It was a double edged sword at this moment. “I’m going to the bedroom,” You proclaimed.

Seonghwa began to protest, plans of you cuddling and playing Animal Crossing dying before his eyes. “But we were going to--”

“Seonghwa, either I attempt to take it down a peg or I peg you, there is no inbetween at the moment,” You snapped. You were at your limit.

Seonghwa’s eyes were round with surprise and his ears moving upward in alert. “P-peg me?!” he stuttered.

You groaned in frustration and stomped to your bedroom, slamming the door in the process. You began to rip your clothes off, your body offended by the covering. You were too hot, and any brush of your clothing stimulated you too much. You needed something inside of you or you were going to die.

Your wolf ear swiveled backwards towards the door, the shuffling of some bunny feet alerting you to Seonghwa’s presence. “Moonlight?” Seonghwa called out cautiously through the wood.

You desperately yanked open your drawer where you kept the condoms and lube. “It’ll only be a bit, Seonghwa, just be patient for me, ‘kay?” You called back. You found your breeding dildo--the wolf cock that had a knot and spurted out fake-cum--and licked your lips in anticipation. 

“But--!” You could practically imagine the dejected way Seonghwa’s ears were lying on his soft hair right now. 

“I have to take care of this, Bun,” You murmured softly, trying to be a good girlfriend. “If I don’t manage this--” Your throat became tight. The last thing you wanted was Seonghwa flinching every time you reached for him. “This is for the best.”

You placed down a towel, filled the dildo, put it down and then lubed up both the dildo and yourself. Your body was extremely wet from even just being in the same breathing air as Seonghwa in his cute outfit but you knew how rough it was to take the dildo, so you prepared anyway. You raised yourself above it and then played the large tip along your outer folds before resolutely sinking down on it. You groaned loudly, finally getting a dick inside of you. “Fuck yes,” You hissed at the intrusion. 

You closed your eyes and images of your panting bunny below you painted the inside of your eyelids. Seonghwa with his pretty ears laid out on the bed, pretty moans falling from his pretty lips; your bunny letting you take whatever you needed from him. You couldn't help but moan his name, playing with your nipples and making you growl in satisfaction.

“That! That’s not fair!” Seonghwa protested through the door. “You’re getting yourself off imagining me?”

Some of your filters had slipped away. “Mmm, I’m gonna ride this cock all night, Bun,” You promised the Seonghwa in your mind. “Gonna make you cum again and again and again until you beg me to stop and then I’m going to go some more.”

Seonghwa opened the door and your eyes opened lazily. If he walked into your bedroom, where you had drawn the line from safe area to dangerous, he was giving up his right to remain your boyfriend and become your prey. “Watch yourself, Bunny,” You warned him.

His eyes traveled over the arch of your body as you took the dildo, your puffy clit that was begging for attention, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of the wolf dildo inside of you. His nose twitched in indecision. “Moonlight?” he said cautiously. 

“You said no to this already, Bun,” You reminded him, not stopping your pleasure for a moment. 

An unsure pout pulled Seonghwa’s lower lip downwards. Then his eyes saw the knot at the bottom of the dildo and his frown intensified. “You’re using your wolf dildo? But you’re imagining me?”

It wasn’t right for you to provoke him but he had semi-intruded on you, so your wolf unfurled herself. “It’s the only way to satisfy my need right now, Bun.”

Seonghwa pushed up onto the balls of his feet. His eyes moved back and forth, the wheels in his head spinning while he thought. He looked like he was on the cusp of taking back what he said earlier. You slowed the roll of your hips just in case. “Seonghwa?”

“I wanna--” Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip in hesitation, “--I wanna help.”

You studied your boyfriend. His tail was making the jacket part of his loungewear move. His eyes were bright, though, almost curious of what would happen when he stepped into the bedroom, even though you had already warned him. Should you even allow him when you knew the mood you were in?

“I will bite and mark up your inner thighs, little bunny,” You educated him, “I will overstimulate you until tears. I will make you sweaty and dirty and you will not like it.”

Seonghwa’s fuzzy socks rubbed the door jam. “What if I want that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna be a cute little bun for me?”

Seonghwa nodded, eyes big and sparkling. You sighed and pulled yourself off the dildo. “C’mere, pretty.”

Your boyfriend pushed through the invisible barrier of your lair and climbed onto the bed. Your body tensed immediately, ready to pounce but you withheld yourself so that he could settle. You allow yourself to smooth your hand over the back of his neck. Seonghwa turned his head to look up at you, legs tucked under his body. “Why do you call me pretty?”

“Why, Seonghwa,” You can’t help but coo at your bunny boyfriend, “Because you are!”

“Pretty, how?” he persisted.

You push Seonghwa to lay on his back and you settle between his legs. You danced your fingers up his legs, stopping to grip them slightly at the hem of his shorts. “Pretty tan legs that I want to nibble on,” You murmured, leaning down to lick and nip at the sensitive skin. 

You feel your tail move back and forth behind you, happy to hear Seonghwa’s breath hitch at your love bites. You push his shorts up and up, until they’re practically punched up at the end of his legs. Seonghwa continued to spread his thighs for you, his dick getting harder as you got closer to it. 

But you weren’t about to put him out of his misery; you wanted him to be aching for you like you had been for him. So instead, you abandoned his thighs, covered in berry-colored bruises from your nibbles, and slowly unzipped his jacket. The broad expanse of his chest and stomach were now available for you, so you continued your task at hand. You left love bites on his chest and stomach and when you got to his hip bone, Seonghwa was a whiney, moaning mess under you. Sweat beaded his hairline and his lips were begging to be kissed.

The damn fuzzy loungewear of his was still making you feral. That hard body under all that soft material made you want to bend him over and-- “Seonghwa, baby, you trust me, right?”

Seonghwa blinked slowly, almost as if he was attempting to rise for the lust-filled fog of his brain. “Trust you,” He replied.

Your fingers hooked under his shorts and underwear and pulled them off of him. He watched you with those big eyes of his, waiting for you to reveal your plan. You gently but firmly bent him in half, so that his feet were near his head. You grasped Seonghwa’s cock and gave it a few pumps, making him moan for you. You pulled his dick upwards so that it came up through his bent legs. Then you stood over Seonghwa’s bent body and took him inside of you. 

“Moonlight!” Seonghwa cried out for you, enveloped in your tight, wet heat.

Since you were already stretched out from your dildo, it was easy to set a grueling pace to fuck your bunny boyfriend. His ears laid against his head, showing how content and comfortable he was with you right now. He may be a prey animal but he was enjoying being submissive to you--and that was exactly what you needed.

“Feel good, Bun?” You ask Seonghwa as you push a little hard on his calves to keep him bent in half.

“Gonna cum! Gonna cum inside of you, gonna--!” You pull off of him suddenly and he cries out at the loss of your pussy. 

“Did I say you could cum?” You demanded.

“P-please,” Seonghwa begged, “Please, it felt so good, please, want you to fuck me like that in my pretty new clothes, please!”

You tilted your head, “You know you have to ask before, Seonghwa.” You shake your head like you’re disappointed in him. 

“I’m!!” Seonghwa’s eyes tear up and they run down the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

“Are you sure? I can always go back to the dildo. It knew better than to come before me,” You threatened.

Seonghwa shook his head, some strands of hair falling into his eyes. “Please, can you fuck me? Please, can I cum inside of you? Please?” With a trembling lip, he said, “Please, your bunny wants to cum.”

You sighed in defeat and cupped his face, rubbing his tear-streaked face with the back and forth of your thumb. “You gonna be a good Bun, now? Are you going to let me use your cock properly and then we can cuddle and game?”

Seonghwa nodded, sniffling quietly. “I'll be a good bun.”

You slipped Seonghwa back inside of you and his head tipped back with the pleasure of it all. You admired the line of his neck and the sharpness of his jaw for a moment before setting another demanding pace. Seonghwa’s legs start to curl around your body, wanting more but you push them apart so you can keep control.

“Please, I can cum right? I can cum and fill you and you can use me until you cum too. Please, I'm a good bunny, let me cum!” Seonghwa begged so pretty for you, how could you deny him?

Seonghwa came with a great cry, desperate and needy and just the way you like it. You slowed down your pace, coaxing him through his orgasm. His seed leaked out of you as you continued to move above him. Quickly, Seonghwa goes from blissed out to whiney. “Too much,” he whimpered, squirming under you.

“You can take it, little bunny,” You cooed at him. “You want me to cum too, don't you?”

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped open, watery but pleading. “Use me,” he said.

You adjusted your position, letting Seonghwa’s legs fall back a bit but still spread. Instead of bouncing on him, you snap your hips forward, and it's almost an imitation of you fucking him, only he's still the one inside of you. Seonghwa is a bunny hybrid after all, he could actually go all day and all night if need be.

“You're so fucking cute like this, Seonghwa,” You waxed poetic for him. “In your cute little fuzzy jacket.” You pulled the zippered sides snugger to Seonghwa’s body. “Don't know how you thought you could just bounce around like a happy bunny, waving your soft cock in my face and not get fucked, but here we are.” 

“I just--hhnnffff--wanted to be cute for you!” Seonghwa managed to somehow reply back to you.

“Well, that cute little cock of yours is about to give me some much needed relief, Bunny,” You couldn't help but grin.

“I can--” Seonghwa swallowed loudly, barely containing a whine. “--can I cum again?”

“Fuck no,” You denied him. “I'm gonna cum, clenching around your cock and then you're gonna sit in your cute fuzzy shorts with your painfully hard dick and I'll cuddle you.”

Seonghwa whined and pouted and closed his eyes tight, trying his hardest to not cum so that you could take what you needed from him. Your soft cries became a crescendo as you searched out your high. It took you, searing through your body like lightning struck and you shouted his name. You rolled your body against Seonghwa’s, allowing your pussy walls to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock. 

When you opened your eyes, Seonghwa’s teeth were digging in his lower lip, drawing slight blood from his effort to not come from your tight heat looking to milk him for a second time. You leaned over and bestowed him a kiss, in thanks for him being a good bunny for you. You rested your soft body against his hard one. “Thank you, Bunny” You murmured against his lips as you smooched him in a softer moment.

Seonghwa had tears in the corners of his eyes but he smiled so happily for you. “I did it.”

You couldn't help but laugh in response. “You did well, Seonghwa.”

You looked at you, unsure and hopeful. “Do I still…?”

You hummed in confirmation. You pulled Seonghwa out of you, who was still hard. His dick looked so pretty covered in his cum. “You know you love the feeling of being a dirty boy,” You teased him.

Seonghwa endured putting back on his underwear and shorts, zipped up his jacket and padded back to the couch. His ears were flopped forward, framing his face, doing his best to look heartbroken, hoping you’d take pity on him. But watching him shuffle in his fuzzy clothes, the sharp lines of his body and his dick imprint pressed up against his shorts was recalling the beast you thought you had soothed earlier. If you were going to suffer, so was he.

You picked up his switch and offered it to him. “Load up your village, Bun. We’ve got some cuddling to do.”

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Taking care of you

Choi Jongho x gn!reader

hurt/comfort?? drabble

no specifics on readers' appearance except for the fact that they are taller than Jongho

•You've always been a hopeless romantic, despite having minor dating experience. You had two minor relationships in highschool, neither worked out. You had somehow always been the one putting in effort, taking care of your partner and it made you tired. You were a caring person but you wanted to feel secure in a relationship, feel like you could depend on the other person. So you went through the rest of highschool, and the first year of college believing you wouldn't find love. You still believed in it, found it beautiful, yes you were jealous of others who had found their person, but you couldn't resent them for being happy.

•You never shared these thoughts with anyone, Wooyoung, your best friend, had a suspicion about this, but it wasn't his place to pry, you would tell him if you wanted too. He knew it hurt you to see others being taken care of in a relationship in the way you wanted to be. It hurt him, but you also refused to let your friends take care of you.

•It confused him at first, you taking care of your friends, yet refusing to let them care for you in the same way. Until he realized that's an action you're saving for someone special.

•You were in your second year of college when you met him, Choi Jongho. He was a year younger than you, a music major. He had a few other classes in common with Wooyoung, so he was invited into your little friend group. At first, you treated him like you treated all your friends. You took care of him, he was younger than you after all.

•Despite your tendencies you realized Choi Jongho doesn't like being cared for, at least not by you. He wouldn't be mean or refuse your help, but he wouldn't go out of his way to seek it, unlike your other friends.

•It started off small at first, him giving you his jacket when he noticed you were cold after you had given your jacket to Hong Joong. Then he corrects a barista who got your order wrong. Giving you a triple chocolate cookie (your favorite) when you have a bad day. How he noticed you had a bad day you will never know.

•Then he starts appearing when your classes end, walking you home, you start studying together in the library. Before you know it you've fallen deep for Jongho without even realizing.

•Wooyoung is the first to notice the change, he brings it up and you deny his claim, stating you and Jongho are simply friends. You can deny it to Wooyoung but you can't deny it to yourself.

•Jongho is doing everything you've ever wanted in a boyfriend, and he's not even your boyfriend. He walks with you everywhere, holds your hand in crowds so that you won't get lost, remembers the small details about your interests, he listens, like actually listens when you start to ramble about something. He looks at you with the softest smile you've ever seen, he makes you feel so warm, yet nauseous at the same time.

•Jongho isn't big on skinship, you know this, so you can't help but overthink every time he holds your hand, sits next to you, so close your thighs are touching, puts his hand on the small of your back when trying to move you out of the way.

•Despite being taller than him, when he hugs you, you feel so small, so protected. You never knew you were touch starved until you felt his touch.

•Jongho isn't your boyfriend, but he's far beyond being just a friend. For once in your life, you're comfortable to settle in the silence of not having a boyfriend. Because now you have Jongho, whatever your relationship may become.

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note: This is just a fun little drabble I made and is not to be taken seriously. Please be respectful <3

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jealousy, jealousy, skz

✧ pairing 0t8 x gn!reader

✧ genre/tw fluff!!! disgusting beautiful fluff, the tiniest smidgeon of angst… jealousy (obvs), just boys being cute and whiny lol

✧ w/c 2262 (around 250 each)

✧ a/n literally stayed up all night writing this lmao, hope you like it <333

Chan: So jealous immediately. I think he feels a lot of ownership over the people he loves, not in a weird toxic way, more like ‘these are my people and I'm going to love and protect them’ way, so when anybody looks or speaks to you in flirty ways, he gets uncomfortable really fast. Tries so hard not to make it noticeable or jeopardize your good mood, but is actually so upset about the situation it’s hard to hide. His body language changes right away, all of his easy posture and quick laughs disappear and all that’s left is little smiles and taut muscles. It has less to do with someone thinking his s/o is pretty and more to do with not knowing if the person is dangerous or not, and worrying for your physical and emotional safety–last thing he wants is for you to be hurt in any way, and having someone blatantly look at you reminds him that truly anything can happen :( I don’t think he could be jealous of the Kids at all, they’re literally his children like what are they gonna do? Thinks it's so cute when they hug you or ask for help with something, and wants more than anything for you to get along, so he’s only happy when you do. Only tells you he was jealous when you’re alone laying in bed at night, talking about anything and everything and admitting to be upset about the whole experience. Genuinely so confused when you tell him you know, and never learns that he is so obvious with his emotions–whether positive or negative.

Minho: Honestly, I don’t think he really does get jealous… He seems so secure to me that I feel like it wouldn’t even cross his mind to get upset, actually likes it a little–you’re beautiful and you’re his and he’s proud of that. Except for if it’s one of the other boys, then suddenly very annoyed and possessive haha. Not that he thinks any of them would actually do anything with you, but I think it just hits closer to home–like they could. He is a little mean about it at first, but it quickly becomes sulking, like a child not getting enough attention. His hold on your thigh gets tighter and his fingers wound with yours start pressing in more so it hurts a little, I can see him spacing out a little too–inwardly thinking about all the reasons the person thinks what they’re doing is alright. Most of the time, the boys aren’t doing anything, but something specific they do or say triggers the jealousy and won’t go away. He’s a boy who won’t come clean right away (even though you know exactly what’s happening), instead he waits till you go to bed to press himself on top of you and whine about how rude it was that they were flirting with you (they were not). Needs endless validation and physical reminders of your love for him before he goes back to being himself. Always acts like it didn’t happen in the morning and will laugh at you for thinking it was possible he could have felt that way, while having admitted to it 9 hours before. 

Changbin: Very, very cute about his jealousy. Would never mention that it bothers him, wouldn’t point out someone’s stares or ask you to change anything about yourself to garner less attention. Is so proud of his little baby being so pretty they get noticed, but that doesn’t take away the fact that people shouldn’t come up to you. His jealousy would be so specific, he wouldn’t really care if it was just stares or people checking you out, but as soon as someone tries to make a move he is seething. Stares them up and down and looks so intimidating that even you are a little shocked, keeps this attitude until you leave and then needs to be coddled and loved until he will be back to normal. Loves how close to the boys you are but hates how that means he has to share you, he loves being the only one to know special things about you and gets grumpy so quick when he realizes other people know things too. Becomes so, so, so clingy when he’s jealous–hands never leaving your skin, not even for a second. His a million kisses a day becomes two million and he will be stitched to your side. Needs at least a two week recovery period where he is babied and taken care of before he can get over the silly feelings and remember how in love you are. Will not admit to it ever, it could be years in the future and he’d still say you didn’t know what you were talking about. Tries to act so tough, but is really just the sweetest boy to ever exist. 

Hyunjin: Gets jealous over silly things and will make it your problem; most of the times it's just a joke, something to get you to fawn all over him and kiss him a dozen times. But because of this, it’s hard to tell when he really is jealous, characterized by melodrama and many questions asking if you’ve ever thought about not being with him come out after someone shoots their shot with you and fails. He is such a romantic that his s/o not being as fully in as he is would be something that would really worry him. Most of the time he can see how in love you are and recognize how strong your relationship is, but as soon as there is someone getting in the way of that it would be hard for him to ignore. I can’t see him getting too jealous over the boys, but would improvise drama level monologues of jealousy if he sees you sitting a little close to one of them on the sofa. One of the only boys where I think he would try to make it up to you, while the others may need comfort from their s/o, I think Hyunjin would feel guilty for second-guessing your relationship even if it was a completely normal emotion he felt toward it. Gives slow kisses and soft sorry’s for hours before he can listen to you tell him why you’re not mad. Loves so hard and so well that jealousy is such a malignant feeling to him, that he would try to separate himself and your relationship from it as soon as he could. 

Han: Truly his worst nightmare. He would be such a cozy, sweet, domestic partner that it would probably be pretty rare to go out somewhere instead of staying in, and his mood would be demolished so fast if someone was looking at you or hitting on you in any way. Overthinking and anxiety flow as soon as he notices, and really needs to work his way up to confronting the situation. I believe he would succumb to his thoughts a little and need a lot of comfort from you to feel better about it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, or think anything could ever happen, but it’s such a reminder of the uncertainty that life brings that it makes him sad. Another one who wouldn’t really get jealous around the boys, but there are specific situations that would bring him down a little–like say you shared a snack with Hyunjin or watched his favorite movie with Seungmin, he is about to become a murderer. Just couldn’t take you doing any casually domestic activity with anyone else that it would annoy him to see it happen. Will be in desperate need of kisses and cuddles to make him feel better, but if he is jealous enough he may pretend like he doesn’t want any just so you could insist and unconsciously give him that validation that he needs. Demands at least two days of pure movie time with you to feel fully back to normal, and will in fact throw a fit if those needs are not met. He is just a sweet, pouty baby normally so it’s not surprising that under the right conditions these traits get magnified tenfold, but it’s okay because he’s so cute. 

Felix: About to cry fr. I feel like he doesn’t like feeling any negative emotions associated with you, so when he does it hurts him beyond belief. Trusts you with his life, but as soon as he hears someone hitting on you he gets so sad. Hates that other people can talk to you lol, would rather the only people you speak to be your friends, his friends and your loved ones. He’s not possessive at all, but I do think he genuinely worries about people speaking to you and hurting your feelings or making you uncomfortable, so with the jealousy he is also just so concerned about the person's intentions. Sometimes I think he’d get really mad too, he is such a lovey person that there is no world in which everyone in the area doesn’t know he’s your boyfriend, so when anyone comes up to you he would also be confused at why they thought that was okay. Somehow gets even closer to you; fully wrapped around your bones like a secondskin, walking everywhere with you like you’re doing a three-legged race, a million kisses pressed everywhere his eyes can see. I don’t think he would get jealous about one of the boys being too close to you, he loves you all so much and trusts everyone that it wouldn’t even cross his mind to be jealous about it unless he was making a joke. He is definitely the fastest of all the boys to admit to it, he is so emotionally intelligent and kind that he’d let you know as soon as he felt it was a good time. In conclusion, he is a precious angel and we all know it. 

Seungmin: Genuinely the most annoying little gremlin. Turns it on you immediately as if somehow you asked the person to keep sneaking peeks at you. Literally starts making fun of you, mockingly saying ‘wow you’re sooo pretty’ to cover up how upset he actually is about it. I feel like he gets confused when other people find you attractive, not because you’re not, but because you’re his and he just doesn’t think anyone should be looking at you for too long. Will not listen to you that maybe if he actually acted like your boyfriend in public people wouldn’t hit on you haha, he doesn’t see how never touching you and constantly teasing you doesn’t read boyfriend. If it’s one of the boys he’s jealous of and not just some rando, god save them; the meanest glares and most biting jokes he can come up with. Fronts so much in public, but as soon as you’re behind doors he is all over you–kisses all over and a dozen reminders about how much he loves you. Laughs in your face when you ask him if he was jealous, ‘do you want me to be?’ with the biggest side eye. Although I do think he is secretly a huge sap when it comes to his s/o, and will not accept you thinking he doesn’t care even if pretends he doesn’t, so apologizes really quickly if he sees you getting hurt by the nonchalance. Even though he won’t admit to it for at least a week, (everyone knows he was upset about it), he’s taking that to his grave–at least until you look at him for a little too long and he gets freaked out and cops to it lmao. 

Jeongin: The fussiest little baby. Like seriously, pouting/stomping feet/crocodile tears fussy baby. See’s someone looking at you at a coffee shop and immediately begins overthinking: ‘do they like them?’ ‘Is that person cuter than me?’ ‘They know we’re a couple right? Right?!’ This all happens in a series of five minutes. Now, he isn’t the most touchy in public–mostly just a hand on your back or fingers intertwined in your pocket, but it should be obvious enough that you’re there together. Immediately stares at the person, all while pretending he isn’t upset, but you can tell right away. For one, the hand on your back suddenly wraps around your tummy to press your back against his front and his head leans down to curl into your neck. Secondly, and most importantly he starts whining about how pretty you are. Not in a cutesy way, like he’s genuinely frustrated that you’re good looking, so pretty that other people notice it too. His bottom lip is jutted out and his eyes are so wide, and you just know. You won’t say anything until you get home for fear of embarrassing him, but he’s noticeably more touchy throughout the day; holding you to him around the boys and glaring at any stranger who looks at you too long. Gets jealous even faster if it's about one of the Kids, has no idea why Chan would be talking to you that long and tries to will him away with his mind–is so embarrassed when you tell him what you were really talking about lol because it was definitely him. When you finally ask him about it later he’ll laugh and act like you’re crazy, as if he hadn’t been acting like a lunatic all day, until apologizing and yelling at you for being too beautiful. All in all very cute and pouty and very charming <3 

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hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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secret ways to smile - y.j.i x reader

this was based on that one live where innie said he felt like he had to smile all the time bc if he didn't people would think he was too intimidating <3 maybe i'm too in love w this man.

synopsis: little things with innie that shows you his love and how serene he feels with you much better than a fabricated smile could

genre: pure fluff, sad innie during one line

wc: 1024

pairing: jeongin x gn!reader

cw: reader sits on innie's lap (just to talk and some kissing tho!), food mention, kissing, whipped innie

enjoy and maybe leave a reblog! luv u xo

Your boyfriend was a very loving person, but people would call him reserved or distant and sometimes, even intimidating, and that's why he was always smiling.

Not with you, though. With you, he not only was a very physically affectionate person, but he managed to feel safe to not put on a façade all the time.

Jeongin was a smiley boy, and you knew he had the prettiest smile on earth, but that smile was sported all the time to conceal his severe case of resting bitch face, as he mentioned with his friends.

You knew him. His voice tone would go up when he got happy, his mannerisms would slip when he got excited, and he would always mess with your hair when he got ecstatic.

You knew him. His voice tone would go up when he got happy, his mannerisms would slip when he got excited, and he would always mess with your hair when he got ecstatic.

So, when his face got a little too serious and his endearing eyes relaxed from the crescent moon shapes, you knew he felt safe with you.

You were used to looking at his relaxed face when the two of you cuddled and pressed kisses across all of his naturally serious stances until it widened into a beautiful Cheshire grin, that would then turn into a malicious laugh while he tickled you until your abdominals muscles started hurting.

You loved seeing this smile, the real Jeongin smile that would appear when he was really happy, and not when he felt the need to not intimidate the people surrounding him.

You walked hand in hand with him while strolling around the clothing stores. Jeongin promised to help you reformulate your wardrobe. You said to him repeatedly that your wardrobe was fine, but he so desperately wanted to get you to match with his aesthetic and to make it known, even if subtly, that you were his and he was yours.

After hours that seemed like days, Jeongin was still not satisfied with the quality of the clothes that the selected stores offered, and made you walk around with him to comply with his wishes.

"But my feet hurt, Innie! And I'm hungry!" you pouted, exaggerating your whines so that your loving boyfriend would take pity on you.

"Let's walk together then" he suggested, face neutral as always but with a tone unmistakably cheery, offering his left foot.

You looked at him, suspicious of his antics.

"Here," he motioned to you put your right foot on top of his "like a three-legged run"

You started laughing as the two of you walked very wobbly trying not to fall.

His boyish laugh and gasps for air made you laugh even harder, stumbling into his foot and almost falling face-first to the ground.

"Let's just visit one more and then we'll eat, alright?" he helped you straighten your posture after almost falling, his laugh slowly fading as he looked at you with an adoring glint in his brown eyes.

You agreed, hugging him on his side and heading towards the next store.

After arriving, Jeongin selected a few clothing items and sent you away to the changing room.

You did a little runway show with every piece he picked, and asked for his opinion. You loved everything, and he gave you serious fashion advice on how to style it and how the two of you could match, speaking faster than usual as he would when he talked about something he loved.

Before checking out all of the favourite pieces, you stood between his legs and gave him your prettiest smile, ruffling with his hair, while he looked up at you with the biggest and shiniest eyes you had ever seen. At that exact moment, you wondered if your boyfriend was a real person and not an animated prince. His flushed cheeks and enchanting eyes told you what the smile he sometimes would put on to make people happy couldn't do just as well.

You placed your finger on the tip of his nose, booping it like he was some kind of cat, and then his heart-throbbing smile showed up again, just for you.

The two of you went home and cooked a fast meal, not wanting to spend too much time or thought on something that would be forgotten as soon as you started planning when to use the matching outfits you bought. He started giggling when thinking about his friends' reactions to such a cheesy attitude.

Later that night, he posted a picture with you with the matching shoes he bought for both of you, restricted the comments so that his older friends couldn't comment anything - "I'm gonna hear how whipped I am for you from them in real life tomorrow, I don't need to hear it tonight" - and pulled you into his lap, facing him.

"hi" he shied away from your eyes, a serene smile on his face

"hi" you booped your noses together, Jeongin huffed a laugh "thank you for helping me with my wardrobe. I'm yours now"

"Only now, huh?" his voice deepened with humour.

"I was still debating"

He pushed your hair out of the way and pecked your lips repeatedly, and then finally kissed you properly. Jeongin finished the kiss by tracing your cheeks applying a little pressure on his fingers, just to check if you were real, as he still couldn't believe it.

"I feel very at home with you. I'm always peaceful, always experiencing some kind of bliss I never knew existed" his soft tone filled your ears. Jeongin had a way to comfort everyone with not only his words or singing, but the way his voice would always be just as loud or as whispered as you needed at the moment. "I know you know I'm always happy with you"

"You don't need to smile at everyone, you know? People already know you're the sweetest person to ever walk through this planet, you don't ever need their approval"

"I need it, though" a sorrowful shrug accompanied the words "it's part of the deal. Not with you. With you, it's never because it's part of the deal. It's because you're the reason for all of the smiles I put on. After meeting you, even the ones that do not come naturally are easier to keep, all I have to do is think about you"

Your heart melted at that, hugging him tightly. That was a boy that had a hundred years of love inside his soul.

"Let them have smiley Jeongin, then. Only I can have romantic Innie"

"You can have all of my versions"

"All of your smiles too? And serious faces?"

"All of them. As long as I have all of yours"

#inniejeonginnie #jeongin x reader #stray kids fluff #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin fluff #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin fluff #i.n x you #i.n x reader

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cat boy

pairing(s): yang jungwon x fem!reader

genre(s): fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, neighbours au

wc: 1.8k+

warning(s): profanity

summary: yang jungwon is pissed his cat likes you more than she likes him.

note: this is sooooo unserious but i had fun writing it!!! i hope the silliness of this fic manages to bring a smile to your face :)

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There was an angry-looking Yang Jungwon standing at your door.

You didn’t know why he was so pissed. You just knew you didn’t care.

“Your incessant knocking woke me up,” you replied dryly and leaned against the door frame, arms crossing over your chest. “You better have a good reason for ruining my sleep.”

“It’s five in the evening.”

“What’s your point?”

Jungwon’s jaw clenched, and the corner of your lip curled up a smirk. Provoking him was always so satisfying. Always so easy and entertaining.

It was crazy how he was the sweetest person with everyone else but the moment you opened your mouth, he glared at you and looked like he was plotting your death. The discrimination and harsh treatment you’d received from the boy upon moving into your apartment had hurt at first, but you’d soon learnt to take it with a grain of salt.

You’d learnt that it was way more fun to push his buttons and see just how far you needed to take things for him to reach his breaking point.

“Just shut the fuck up and listen to me,” Jungwon snapped, pointing an accusing finger at you. “I need you to stop playing with my cat. Do not touch her. Do not call her name. Do not do the weird fucking meowing thing you do where she meows back at you and you have those god awful meowing conversations. Do not—”

“Oh, yeah,” you interrupted and pretended to deeply think about something. “I think it was just yesterday that Cleo told me you were popping a vein over her liking me more than you. I must say, Yang, you have reached a level of pathetic I didn’t even know existed. Yelling at your neighbour because you don’t get validation from your cat? Tsk.”

Embarrassment and anger coloured the entirety of Jungwon’s face a deep red. “You don’t get it!” he exclaimed. “Cleo keeps clawing at the front door! She doesn’t even want to stay with me anymore. She stares at me with so much resentment because I don’t let her play with you all the time!”

“I’m confused,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing. “Why don’t you let her play with me if that’s why she hates you? Your problem has a very simple solution—”

“But she’s my cat!” he said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He stepped closer to you, desperation evident on his features. “I don’t care if she plays with you, but the more she does, the more she realises that she’d rather have you take care of her.”

“Well,” you sputtered, a little taken aback by how much his cat’s preferences had distraught him. “If it’s any consolation to you, I don’t have the time or resources to look after Cleo, so she has no choice but to stay with you.”

“I don’t know how to make her love me again,” Jungwon mumbled to himself, not having heard you at all. “I know cats aren’t very loyal, but I didn’t think Cleo would dump me after everything we’ve gone through. I pay the landlord more money so she can keep staying with me without having to hide from anyone. I fought—”

“Yang!” you yelled and grabbed his shoulders. He snapped out of his reverie and looked at you in despair. You’d never thought you would feel bad for him, but you found yourself offering, “Do you want me to show you how I play with her? I don’t know why she prefers me over you, but maybe I’m doing something you aren’t. Maybe you’ll know what it is if we play with her together.”

Jungwon nodded eagerly. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Now?” you asked incredulously. “I have to meet a friend for dinner.”

“Please,” he begged, and you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound so hopeless before. “Just for ten minutes.”

You hesitated a bit for a moment, but then reluctantly agreed. “Ten minutes.”

Jungwon watched in awe as you interacted with Cleo. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw his ginger Ragamuffin so excited.

“Hey, Cleo,” you cooed, cupping her face in your hands. “How are you doing? How’s the most precious girl in the world doing?”

Cleo purred and leaned into your touch. Smiling, you caressed her cheeks and kissed her nose.

Gathering her in your arms, you stood up. The cat rested her head on your shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I really don’t see Cleo hating anyone,” you said to Jungwon, a small frown settling on your features. “I mean, look at her.”

He sighed and padded towards you, stopping only when he was right beside. His arm brushed against yours. “I don’t get it either.”

And then, as if to prove to you that he wasn’t lying about his cat having something against him, Jungwon lightly petted her.

Cleo’s eyes snapped open and her nails popped out. She pawed at him and he withdrew his hand immediately.

“Oh.”

“I don’t understand why she’s acting this way,” he lamented. “She was good to me until you came along!”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Are you seriously saying this is my fault? Did you even consider the possibility of you being a horrible owner?”

“You did not just say that!” Jungwon looked extremely offended, but you didn’t give a shit. You couldn’t believe he was blaming you for his problems.

“I don’t even need to say anything,” you sneered. “Cleo running away from you to me speaks volumes.”

You saw your neighbour’s jaw clench. His hands curled into fists at his side, and you wondered if you’d gone too far. You know he loved his cat; insinuating that he wasn’t taking good care of her probably hurt.

Besides, you knew it wasn’t true. Jungwon was a huge animal enthusiast. He’d looked after a turtle when he was five and had decided then and there that a career surrounded by animals was what he wanted. He was studying to be a veterinary doctor now.

Before you could open your mouth to apologise, he muttered, “I should have known this was a bad idea.”

Your blood boiled once again. “You really do have a knack for being the most ungrateful asshole anyone could ever come across, Yang.”

In your arms, Cleo meowed and lifted her head from your shoulder, staring daggers at her owner.

“Ungrateful?” Jungwon snorted in disbelief, not noticing the glares the Ragamuffin was sending his way. “You haven’t done anything since you came here! I don’t have shit to be grateful for.”

Cleo growled, and the boy finally acknowledged her anger.

You pointed a finger at Jungwon and fumed, “I take back what I said before. I do see Cleo hating you. You’re a little bitch who—”

“Oh, spare me.” He cut you off with a roll of his eyes, but you paid him no heed and continued,

“Maybe she’d like you better if you liked me better!”

The cat meowed again. The message was very clear. She agreed.

“I do like you...” Jungwon said defensively, but it was a pathetic attempt that convinced no one. Especially not Cleo.

“Yeah, sure.” You let out a humourless laugh. “You’ve obviously been a jerk to me from the very start because you think you’re the unapproachable, dark-haired, broody lead and I’m the sunshine who is supposed to make you open up.”

He gave you a sour look. “You’re not the sunshine.”

“And you’re not the main character you think you are. I’m not going to put up with your attitude anymore. Just stop being a dick and tell me what you have against me.”

Jungwon hesitated for a moment. You watched as he contemplated whether or not to tell you the real reason behind his grudge, and with each passing second, you slowly started to get a good idea of why.

You knew it was going to be something stupid.

He proved you right.

“I was trying to rent the apartment you’re living in. It has a better view and is way bigger. I live with a cat and you live alone—I thought it was unfair that the landlord chose someone who doesn’t even need the space.”

You were speechless for a while. You took your sweet time to wrap your head around the fact that Yang Jungwon was one petty son of a bitch.

“That’s it?” you finally asked. “You hate me because I snagged the apartment you wanted fair and square?”

He didn’t confirm. He didn’t need to.

You exclaimed, “Grow the hell up, Yang! So what if I got it? It’s been six months; move on!”

“You don’t need it as much as I do!” he protested.

“You don’t know that!” you said angrily. “You don’t know me! You never tried to.”

Jungwon opened his mouth to retort, but he didn’t really know what to say. He knew he was the one at fault. Maybe he should have apologised.

Too bad his stubbornness wouldn’t let him go down without a fight.

“It’s not like you ever tried to get to know me either,” Jungwon muttered.

“I brought you home-baked cookies the day I moved in. You said you didn’t want them and shut the door in my face. I invited you to my house-warming party too, but neither did you reply to my email nor show up. You really think I didn’t try to get to know you? To be friends with you?”

Your voice was laced with bitterness, but there were traces of genuine sorrow in it as well. The fire in your eyes from your bickering had winked out and you looked tired.

The boy found his resolve crumbling. Shame and guilt began to build claw at him from the inside. Maybe he had been unnecessarily harsh.

“I—uh..” Jungwon tried, “I’m sorry.”

You raised your eyebrows. “For being so rude to you, I mean, ” he added hastily. “You didn’t deserve it.”

The apology could have been way better but you weren’t going to complain. “Okay.”

Setting Cleo on the floor again, you moved towards the front door of his apartment. “I’ll get going.”

However, before you could turn the knob, Jungwon blurted, “Are—are you free now? Maybe we can hang out and get to know each other?”

“Oh.” You were dumbfounded. Out of all the things you expected him to say, this was not it. “I have to meet a friend tonight. I told you.”

Embarrassment tinted his ears a deep red. “Right,” he squeaked after clearing his throat. “Forget I asked.”

“Well—” you started after a beat of awkward silence— “I won’t be out for that long. Do you wanna come over to watch a movie later?”

“I have to get up early tomorrow.”

You decided that this was clearly not working out—but it wasn’t that bad. So what if Jungwon and you couldn’t hang out? You were on good terms now. That was an immense improvement in your relationship already.

Your neighbour, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood to cut his losses and move on. He tried again, “The weekend?”

You paused. Racked your brain to make sure you didn’t have any other commitments. “The weekend.”

“It’s a date.”

Strangely, you didn’t correct Jungwon. He didn’t take his words back either.

Cleo’s tail swayed in silent approval.

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we need the jaist in a skirt sir. nothing sexual just skz jisung, his new skirt and his supportive boyfriend. thanks for your services

jisung x male reader

note: my friend, we really do need the jaist in a skirt. disclaimer, i know nothing about fashion so don't hate me if the outfits are weird or something, i tried lol thanks for requesting

word count: 2.1k

The sound of running footsteps approaching the door brought a smile to [Y/N]'s lips that only brightened upon it being swung open to reveal his boyfriend Jisung, hair tucked into a black baseball cap he'd put on backwards and round-framed glasses perched on his nose.

"[N/N]!" His face glowed with a happiness that could warm the world if needed, and [Y/N] had to give himself a mental shake to snap out of his enamoured daze and place a quick peck to the male's left cheek.

"Happy birthday, baby," He raised the package he held under his arm for the boy to see, "I've brought gifts," And he'd hardly had the chance to say anything else before Jisung gaped, glanced from his partner's eyes to the box he held, and sharply took hold of his forearm, tugging him in.

"No way!" He slammed the door shut, perhaps a bit too roughly in his adrenaline-fused state, "I － You kept your promise?"

Jisung was practically bouncing off the walls, sweet eyes rounded in awe and glittering with excitement as [Y/N] nodded in reply, and he beamed, "Thank you so much! I can't wait to try them. Come, you'll be the first to see."

[Y/N] hummed, allowing himself to be guided along the dorm to the idol's room, walking past Seungmin who gave him a shy wave and Chan who flashed them a grin, seeing the package for his friend along with the person carrying it and understanding why he'd sprinted past him moments before.

It had become something quite normal after Jisung had opened up to his members － though one could say semi-involuntarily considering he'd been caught, quite literally, with his pants down － for the rapper to order items and have them delivered to his boyfriend's place as a precaution, which the latter subsequently brought to him.

Jisung liked wearing skirts, chokers and thigh-high socks with cute prints on them. He liked how comfortable they were and how they made him look, along with the fact that they were something different from what he'd typically see himself in. Whilst the whole concept had been born from sheer curiousity, Jisung ended up taking whatever opportunity he had to dress in certain things when alone, just for the fun of it. He'd never intended to take it seriously nor to tell anyone else about it, though he did consider both － mostly the second － a handful of times.

After having been caught in his room with his joggers tossed aside and a tennis skirt half-way up his legs by a baffled Changbin, Jisung came clean to the others, apologising for making them possibly uncomfortable and assuring them he'd stop if they asked. Of course, after mere minutes of processing the information, they proceeded to call him an absolute idiot for thinking they'd have anything against him and told him to simply dress however he liked in the dorms because they didn't care.

Ultimately, the support from his members gave him the final push he needed to tell his boyfriend － over call, because he was too embarrassed to tell him face-to-face － which brought the whole reveal ordeal to a neatly tied end.

"I wish I'd known sooner," [Y/N]'s groggy voice cracked over the phone's speaker after a weighted pause, being a mere whisper in the 2A.M silence, "I would've gotten you something pretty for your birthday."

Hearing such a casual response to his confession had Jisung's heart soaring through the clouds, his head flopping down onto his pillow before he tugged it out from beneath him to squeeze it, only afterwards speaking again.

"Maybe next year then," He mumbled, words muffled and ears stinging with the intensity of their flush.

[Y/N] chuckled, a sound that made the brunet smile into his pillow and turn onto his side, pulling his knees to his chest.

"Definitely."

Whilst throughout the year leading up to the idol's next birthday they'd devised their plan of ordering and receiving items discreetly and put it into action so as to freely broaden Jisung's personal wardrobe, keeping to his word, [Y/N] still purchased a bundle of things for his boyfriend's birthday.

He'd noted Jisung's measurements they'd taken on other occassions and considered the style of clothing Jisung typically liked and hinted at wanting to try next, then spent more time than he'd intended on surfing the net and settling on what to buy, struggling with the vast amount of clothing and variations of things and repeatedly questioning whether what he'd chosen was something his partner would like.

It was such a strenuous mission that brought him to be anxious upon being seated on Jisung's bed and watching as the male eagerly cut open the tape that sealed his package.

Parting the cardboard flaps, Jisung sharply inhaled, picking up the plastic-bagged skirts with careful hands prior to spotting a wrapped choker at the bottom of the box and hurriedly picking it up.

"Dude, this －" He paused to set aside his skirts and rip open the plastic cover of his first choker, fishing it out and holding it open to look it over, "this is so pretty, [N/N]. I like it so much, damn."

Without a second thought he held it up to his neck and wrapped it around before sitting himself down on [Y/N]'s lap and asking him from over his shoulder, "Can you clasp it shut?"

It was then that [Y/N] realised just how nervous he was to see his partner's reaction to the rest of his gifts, noting how his fingers mildly quivered prior to hovering over the choker's clasp and closing it.

The accessory itself was a black sash of velvet with a fine chain hooked to its central line every two inches and looping downwards into open V's between said spaces. The metal tickled at Jisung's neck as he hopped off his boyfriend's lap with a cheery "Thanks," and went to glance himself over in the bathroom's mirror, releasing sounds of pleasant surprise upon seeing his reflection.

"Ah, I like it!" He exclaimed, turning to [Y/N] with a wide smile, "Thank you."

"No problem at all, Sungie. I think it looks great on you."

Jisung's cheeks dusted pink for a moment but his attention was quick to hone in again on his yet to unpack skirts. Stretching his mouth into a near-circle, he scampered over to the top of the bed where'd put them and picked up the first, pulling open the re-sealable packet and slipping the garment out.

[Y/N] tensely watched for his reaction to the skirt while Jisung rubbed his fingers along the material, eyes skimming over it before furtively glancing at his boyfriend.

"I'll change here," He casually informed, then pulling his pants down and stepping out of them once they'd gathered at his feet. [Y/N] remained quiet, feeling a mild sense of relief as Jisung managed to slip the skirt along his bare legs and over his hips with ease, happy to see that the size was at least correct.

Though he'd helped Jisung buy such things before, he'd always done so more as a secondary opinion rather than a primary one, so having to think and decide on things by himself was something he was far from accustomed to and made him worry he'd chosen wrongly.

After adjusting the skirt around his waist, Jisung flapped his arms over its sides with a gleeful smile, looking down at it as he swished his torso about to watch the loose frills of the material sway. The male seated on the bed could only smile at the cute action Jisung seemed to always do when trying on a skirt that had frills, and then bit his lip as the latter walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and finally saw his outfit.

Jisung had to hold the over-sized, white t-shirt he wore previously up before bunching it to his side and knotting it so that it neatly sat just over the top of his skirt. The skirt in itself was a baby blue colour, high-waisted and delicate-looking, with small stars stitched along the band above his hips in a blue some shades lighter than the rest, and some scattered clouds along the hem of the skirt in the same colour.

The idol remained quiet for a while, turning and patting at the skirt with a smile, which somewhat eased [Y/N] enough for him to speak up.

"I remembered those socks you bought a few months ago － you know, the white ones that have a bunch of clouds around the top? － and I figured this would match well with them, so. . ."

Locking sights through the mirror, Jisung gave his partner a fond look, eyes relatively damp and face utterly painted the colour of strawberries.

"Thank you, really," He turned, pausing only a moment before he hurried to his partner and threw himself into his lap, wrapping his arms around [Y/N]'s neck and allowing their lips to meet for no more than an electric minute.

"I'll put them on right now," Jisung breathed against [Y/N]'s cheek once they parted, nuzzling it as though unwilling to let go of him.

With his hands on the boy's thighs, [Y/N] let out a laugh and playfully patted his legs in encouragement, "Go on then."

Stumbling for a moment after standing, Jisung went to his chest of drawers and dug around for his socks before pulling out a lump of white that looked to be a mound of snow in his palms. He sat on the edge of the bed, abreast [Y/N], as he slipped on the both of them and finally stood into a pose, swaying his hips before [Y/N] who leaned back onto his palms with a chuckle.

"You look even more like an angel now."

"You think, or are you buttering me up so I'd give you more kisses?"

[Y/N] hummed, shaking his head, "Fair of you to assume, because I would do anything for your kisses, but I'm being honest."

Rolling his eyes, Jisung gave a snort at the reply. He padded his way over to the mirror again, taking in how the cream-coloured socks that stopped a few centimetres above his knees paired perfectly with his new skirt, their tops round and curved, following the higher-most outlined parts of the clouds that encircled them.

"Hm, maybe you have some fashion sense after all," He teasingly commented, laughing as [Y/N] let out an offended 'Hey!'

"Seriously though, they really do look nice together, thank you," Jisung turned, facing his partner and making grabby hands towards him, "Toss me the other, let me try it on too."

While [Y/N] slipped the second out of its bag, Jisung got out of the first and rolled down his socks, setting all three in a small heap to the side.

"Catch," And Jisung clutched the skirt thrown his way, much like before analysing it prior to putting it on.

This time it was a pleated one, high-waisted and plaid patterned, coloured black and a warm orange. It had double buckles on both his hips, a stitched in belt that connected the two parts and held the skirt's waist band firm, with a silver, larger buckle at its centre.

"Ooh, I think this goes better with the choker and what I'm already wearing," Jisung was quick to comment, rubbing down the pleats, then turning to [Y/N] for his opinion.

"What do you think? This, or the blue one?"

At a loss, [Y/N] rubbed at the nape of his neck, furrowing his brows.

"I think you look cute in both of them though."

Jisung pouted.

"You have to choose," He faux whined, setting his head askew before snapping himself upright again, "Hold on! I'll add my black socks so that you can compare －"

"Sungie, there's literally no need," [Y/N] laughed, patting his lap as an invite for the male to come back to his spot on his legs － which he did, albeit dejectedly, "Whichever and whatever you wear, you'd look great. That'll never change."

"You're being cringey, but thanks, [Y/N]," Jisung surrendered, burrowing his face into his boyfriend's neck, "I really like the gifts. You know I love you, right?"

[Y/N] twisted his head to kiss the boy's temple, smiling.

"I love you too, cutie. Happy birthday."

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title track: to love and be loved

i. hyunjin x reader x chan

ii. bridgerton!au, polyamorous relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive, hyunjin just wants to be loved but feels like he doesn’t deserve it, chan is the duke of hastings

iii. I want to be clear that this is fiction and if you are uncomfortable with any of the themes listed I completely understand but please just move on and do not interact with rude or hurtful comments <3

iv. if you like this please comment or reblog i would really appreciate it!

Hyunjin doesn’t know why tonight felt different than any other but it did and suffocatingly so. Usually he didn’t mind the rings that had adorned both yours and Chan’s ring fingers, quite frankly he had taken a liking to the feeling of them against his heated skin in moments such as the one that the three of you currently found yourselves in.

However, outside of the bedroom they had only begun to weigh heavily on his conscience every moment he had caught sight of them. Tonight they had served to mock him, as they were a constant reminder that you two were bound to one another. In the eyes of everyone—the church, the crown, the ton, the two of you belonged to one another. His relation with the two of you was unknown beyond the boundaries of your estate in the countryside; the only ones having knowledge of your relationship being that of those who served the duke and duchess. As much as he wanted to declare his love to the world for the two of you he was silenced. For he could not live with himself if he were to bring the two of you into such a scandal.

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ateez - what they love about you !

pairings. bf!atz x gn!reader ! genre. fluff ! tw. mentions of food ! note. the reader is implied to be smaller than yunho ! a/n. being hj's muse is a blessing from god. also, my dear ppl who are reading, know that you're worthy and deserving of love. don't be too hard on yourself and take some rest, even if it isn't earned. It's fine and don't forget to give yourself some love too!

HONGJOONG. YOUR SKIN “IMPERFECTIONS.” Hongjoong has an eye for the details. He loves them. The same applies to you. You’re his muse, after all. Hates seeing you, complaining about any acne or stretch marks you have because he believes they deserve love since they are a part of you. Got any scars? He wants to know the story behind them. Any birthmarks? He’ll caress it and gush about how beautiful it is. He unconsciously traces your stretch marks. He won’t admit it, but he likes pressing kisses on your skin and just feeling the texture of your skin. It’s as if he’s trying to memorise every part of you like it's his own.

SEONGHWA. YOUR LIPS. His favourite place to kiss you is your lips. While you’re talking, he unintentionally gazes at them and wets his own. And he did it intentionally after you told him that it makes you shy. Ask him for a lip balm, and you’ll get a kiss instead. He never misses a chance to kiss you. He likes talking to you when your lips are brushing against each other while lying, facing each other on the bed. Usually, at night, when you both are talking about your days. He’ll sneak a kiss or two. He gets offended when you stop and glare at him, “What? Kissing you is my full time job. Don’t get mad at me for doing my job.”

YUNHO. YOUR HANDS. Don’t get me started on this. He LOVES holding your hand, playing with it, and comparing sizes. Would laugh and coo at how small it is, compared to his. Always tracing shapes and kissing your palms and fingertips (I'm soft, don’t talk to me). His wallpaper is probably a pic of you both holding hands. A sucker for holding hands while dancing. He never stops holding your hand, No matter what. Even if it means that he would have to do things with only one hand. Expects you to do the same thing, “Baby, I have to pee, let me go,” “Let’s pee together :D” “Yunho!”

YEOSANG. YOUR EYES. While Yeosang isn’t inherently good at making eye contact or holding them, he does it because your eyes hold the universe for him. The way your eyes shine when you talk about something you’re passionate about is enough for this man to be happy for the rest of his life. Yeosang doesn’t question you or the relationship ever because the love in your eyes, whenever you look at him, is enough for him to never doubt. He kisses your eyes every night before going to sleep. If he’s sad, all that he has to do to become happy again is to look into your eyes, even for a split second.  

SAN. YOUR TUMMY. He doesn’t know why he loves your tummy so much, but he does. His favourite cuddling position is when he literally has buried his face in your tummy and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. He blows raspberries on them (i’ll cry). Kisses them a lot. And, I mean, a LOT. if you say it tickles, he’ll stop and start tickling. “You deny my love, and this is what you get.” Rubs your tummy the way you would to a cat. And he likes seeing you bloated. He’ll softly lay his head and listen to your heartbeat. If you ever get insecure about them, he’ll reassure you and praise you like there is no tomorrow. “You *kiss* are *kiss* the *kiss* most *kiss* beautiful *kiss* person *kiss* in *kiss* this *kiss* world *kiss*.”       

MINGI. YOUR SMILE. Your smile lights up his whole life. Well, that’s what he claims. Mingi doesn’t need hugs for oxytocin release. Your smile is enough. That’s why he’ll do anything and everything to make you smile. Even if the jokes he says aren’t funny, his wide grin is enough to make you smile. Takes lessons from Yuyu on "how to be funny." He failed the test but, hey, who cares? For you, he is the only one who can make you smile like a 1000 watts bulb. Let’s not talk about how he starts giggling whenever you smile into his kisses. In conclusion, Song Mingi is in love with you.        

WOOYOUNG. YOUR CHEEKS. *sigh* this boy. His serotonin boost is your cheeks. His day is not done if he doesn’t squeeze and smother them with kisses and bites. Yes, bites. His favourite way of waking you up is by lovingly biting your cheeks. He does the stupidest things ever, just so he could see your cheeks go on mochi-mode while smiling and laughing like crazy. Feeds you all the time so you can gain weight. And that means more cheek days. Also, he won’t stop feeding until your mouth is full and you resemble a hamster. “Awwwwwwwww, you look so cute! I want to squeeze your cheeks so bad.” cue kissing noises.

JONGHO. YOUR HAIR. Runs his hand through them a lot. He focuses his full attention on doing it because he is aware of his strength. It’s flattering how careful he is at such a small task. But not to him. Anything that involves you isn’t small to him. Would slowly brush your hair with your head on his lap as he sings until you fall asleep. Learns how to do certain hairstyles that he thinks would look good on you and tries them on you. He does have his favourite, though, A tiny ponytail on the top of your head. You look so cute in that hairstyle, and Jongho can’t help but kiss your forehead and wrap you in a tight hug.        

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bullet to the heart — bang chan.

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; husband!bang chan x fem!intelligence officer!reader

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff, slight hints of angst.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 2k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: reader is an intelligence officer, mentions of a gunshot wound, hospitalisation (not very descriptive but it’s there), some amounts of kissing and cuddling because i intended it to he a cuddling blurb at first, bad writing since oh my god i’ve gotten so rusty.

When you open your eyes, you squint at the sudden intrusion of light that you hadn’t seen in days. It felt like someone had plunged you into a void of darkness and then pulled you out months later.

For the first time waking up in days, you feel… tired. Your limbs feel numb, as though they haven’t been moved in days. Knowing the situations you get yourself into, they probably haven’t.

Your eyes widen when you remember your last memory. You’d managed to shoot the intruder who escaped, but he let you feel the last bullet in his gun before he fell to his knees and fainted, after which you spiraled into a darkness that you’ve only managed to pull yourself out of right now.

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haven

❥ han jisung x gn!reader

❥ genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

❥ warnings: descriptions of body issues, negative talk

❥ word count: 1.8K

❥ A/N: just a little something i wrote for you all while i’m away~ i hope you like it? i don’t usually write stuff like this ahahahah. lmk if it was okay…? and please reblog! this isn’t proofread btw. didn’t have time for that.

standing in front of the mirror, you frowned as your eyes scanned over every inch of your body, feeling smaller and smaller with every second that passed by.

your thighs weren’t small enough.

your stomach wasn’t toned enough.

your arms weren’t thin enough.

nothing of yours ever felt enough. no matter how much you tried… you were never enough. never enough for your parents. never enough for your friends. never enough for yourself. and everyone always took every opportunity they had to remind you of that.

tears stung your eyes, the whites taking on a slight reddish tint as your mind kept repeating the same painful thoughts over and over. you wanted to cry. you desperately wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. you didn’t have the energy. crying would be so much easier but your body never allowed for things to be easy. you had to stand there with sobs clogging your throat, eyes glistening with tears that refused to shed, and a sick feeling in your stomach.

you weren’t sure how long you stood there, just staring at yourself. you couldn’t bear to look at yourself, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. it was as if your brain wanted to torture you. as if you deserved it.

completely engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise when jisung had made his way to the bedroom, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, simply staring at your static figure. he chewed on his lip and let out a small sigh, knowing exactly what was going through your head. it wasn’t the first time he’d caught you staring at yourself, a blank look of longing in your eyes.

he took small, slow steps approaching you, arms reaching over to meekly wrap around your waist, making you jump a little from the sudden sensation.

‘it’s just me, sweetie,’ he whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder before placing his chin on top, looking at you through the mirror. calming your thumping heart, you turned your head to the side to look at him and forced a smile.

‘hi, when did you get home?’

‘hm, just got here,’ he hummed, swaying your body ever so slightly. ‘how long have you been standing here?’

‘huh? oh uh… i don’t know. not too long, i guess.’

‘really? because it’s been 5 minutes since i saw you standing here and you haven’t moved an inch.’

jisung pouted his lips slightly and you let out a sad chuckle. ‘sorry. i didn’t realise.’

he shook his head, his hair tickling your cheek slightly, forcing a faint smile to fall on your lips. ‘don’t apologise, sweetheart. tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.’

‘nothing,’ you lied, not wanting to worry him. you knew how upset he got whenever he listened to you talk down yourself and you didn’t want to be the reason he got upset after a long day at work. he came home to rest, you thought, not listen to your woes about things you could not change.

‘hmm… i see.’ the was a short pause before he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. ‘look in the mirror.’

‘hm?’

‘look at my face,’ he said in a hushed tone and your eyes flickered to his reflection, meeting his gentle gaze. ‘i look so bloated today. and look at those dark circles. they make me look like a zombie. and yknow what, i think my cheeks are too chubby,’ he complained with a pout.

‘no they’re not.’

‘yes they are.’

you frowned. ‘don’t say that. you’re beautiful. i love your cheeks. especially when you eat and they fill up with food like a squirrel,’ you let out a small giggle, hand reaching up to pinch his stretchy cheek. ‘you look adorable.’

‘i don’t see why you like them,’ jisung shrugged, his face remaining expressionless, lips pressed into a thin line.

‘you don’t have to. just take my word for it. you’re beautiful. so so beautiful. even if you don’t see it.’

‘but what if… i told you someone said i didn’t look good. that i always looked too tired. that my face always looked swollen.’

your frown deepened the more he spoke, anger building up in your body. why would anyone say something like that to the sweetest human ever?

‘who said that?’ you asked right as you turned in his hold to face him. ‘give me their address. i’ll go teach them a lesson.’

jisung shrugged. ‘it’s their opinion.’

‘well their opinion is wrong. what’s the point of saying something mean that won’t benefit someone in any way? they just wanted to make you feel bad. you look perfect just as you are,’ you said with conviction, hands travelling up to hold his face in your palms. ‘you shouldn’t pay attention to people like that. they’re just projecting their insecurities onto you. no person who actually cares about you would say something so inconsiderate. and you don’t need to care about what they say since they clearly don’t care about you.’

jisung pressed his lips in a line to conceal his smile and nodded. he placed his hands on your wrist, pulling them away from his face, and laced his fingers with yours. ‘so why can’t you do the same?’

the moment his words settled in your brain, the angry creases in your forehead relaxed, eyes widening a little as you stared at him. you sputtered a little, trying to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. jisung let out a breathy chuckle, unlacing one hand to place it right under your jaw, his thumb rubbing circles in the soft expanse of your cheek.

‘you shouldn’t care about the opinions of people who clearly don’t care about your feelings either.’

‘t-that’s not the same.’

‘why?’

‘because… they’re right,’ you murmured, eyes darting away.

‘no they’re not. hey, look at me,’ he whispered, searching for your eyes as they travelled in every direction but his face. your lips quivered and you shook your head, afraid that you’d cry the moment you looked at him.

‘love… please?’ he tried again, finally getting you to relent. you turned your head to face him, eyes sparkling with tears you refused to shed. ‘i wish you could see yourself from my eyes. then you’d realise just how beautiful you are,’ he said softly, thumb brushing gentle strokes over your skin, his other hand pressing yours to his chest.

the corners of your lips pulled downwards and you looked away once more, shaking your head.

‘you don’t have to believe me. just take my word for it?’ he said, repeating your words. ‘i love every part of you.’

you looked into his eyes, a teardrop hanging at the corner of your eye. ‘why?’

‘why what?’

‘why do you love me? there are so many better people out there and–‘ you cut yourself off, pouty lips hiding your clenched teeth. you couldn’t bear to continue. it hurt to even think about admitting that you felt you weren’t good enough for the man you loved most.

‘well of course there are better people out there. there are better people than me too. but you my love? you’re perfect for me,’ he pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘i don’t want anyone better. i just want you. you’re kind, you take care of everyone around you, you take care of me, you’re my rock, my motivation, you’re the reason i actually believe there’s any good in this world.’ he breathed in deeply before continuing. ‘for so long… i felt broken on the inside. and completely alone. and i don’t feel that way with you. you’re my home. my haven. how could there be anything better?’

with every word that left his lips, you seemed to cry harder and harder, audible sobs leaving your lips as your forehead rested on his shoulder, his hand moving to rub circles on your back.

‘you’re more than enough for me, darling,’ he said, voice quivering just a little as he tried to control his own emotions. he didn’t want to cry in front of you. he knew he could, but he didn’t. he wanted to cheer you up. to make you smile.

jisung held you close, letting you cry for as long as you needed to, until your sobs subsided to small sniffles. pulling away, he wiped the tears off your cheeks with a small chuckle.

‘i love your beautiful eyes,’ he confessed, pressing a kiss on each eyelid.

‘even when they’re red and puffy from all the crying?’

‘especially then.’ his response made you laugh through your tears. ‘and i love your beautiful pretty little cheeks.’

kiss.

i love your nose.

kiss.

your lips.

kiss.

even your cute little chin.

kiss.

‘and your body? god…’ he breathed out, hands travelling down to your waist. stepping back, he looked you up and down and lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised as he marvelled every inch of your body before looking back into your eyes and deliberately biting the side of his bottom lip.

you let out a small laugh, cheeks heating up. ‘stop it,’ you said, playfully smacking his bicep and he laughed.

‘what? it’s true. i could stare at you for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough.’

you rolled your eyes playfully and circled your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. ‘anything else?’

his eyes darted upwards and he hummed in deliberation. ‘how much time do you have? i could go on for days.’

you let out a loud laugh, shaking your head, and the man in your arms laughed along, happy to see the worried lines on your face dissipate. ‘you’re too much.’

‘and you’re just enough.’

‘okay i get it,’ you rolled your eyes playfully, having heard his little reminder enough times for it to ease your worries for the day at the very least. jisung smiled and pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you softly.

‘i know you don’t,’ he mumbled before pressing another chaste kiss, then pulling away. ‘but it’s okay. i’ll always be here to remind you how beautiful you are. and how amazing you are. and how incredibly in love i am with you. one day you’ll see yourself the way i do.’

‘and if i don’t?’

‘hmmm… that’s okay too. i’ll remind you for the rest of my life if i have to.’

‘you love me that much?’

‘i love you even more than that, darling. so much more than you can imagine. you’re my safe space. my most beautiful home. life would feel empty without you.’

you felt your heart swell with emotion, tears collecting in your waterline—but this time… from happiness and gratitude instead. not having enough words to express yourself, you rested your head against his shoulder, hugging him tighter than you ever did before. as if he’d disappear if you let go—and you couldn’t afford that. he was your home too.

your safe haven.

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the roommate contract

PAIRING(S) | lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

WORD COUNT | 11341

PLAYLIST | click here!

WARNING(S) | profanity, a very flirty jeno, jaemin and mc are siblings and she sorta badmouths him oops, lot of childish banter, jeno is older than the mc by two years, some angst at the end (lmk if i’ve missed anything!) 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | this was supposed to be slowburn but i kinda got impatient so i ditched that plan LMFAO this is a bit fast-paced imo but i hope you guys enjoy the fic! feedback is always appreciated :D i would also like to thank @totalbetty​ for taking the time to beta read the roommate contract and providing helpful suggestions <3

That day, you made three mistakes. 

First: talking about your problems in public. Second: letting slip how desperate you were. Third (the gravest mistake): locking gazes with none other than Lee Jeno. 

He perked up when you yelled at Hwang Yeji, “I’ll have nowhere to go!” 

The moment the words were out, your wide eyes met his amused ones. Jeno quirked an eyebrow and smirked, walking over to the booth you and Yeji were seated at. 

“What’s this I hear about you needing a place to crash, Y/N?” he cooed, setting his cup of coffee on the table and sliding beside you. 

You glared at him, frowning when the bare skin of his arm brushed against yours. Shifting away, you snapped, “None of your damn business, Lee. Quit eavesdropping and get out of here.”  

Jeno’s smirk grew when he saw your discomfort. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you against him. Your head smashed into his hard chest as he teased, “Now, now, is that how you treat your brother’s best friend?” 

You narrowed your eyes and craned your neck to look at him. “That’s how I treat an egotistical bastard who doesn’t know basic manners.” 

Jeno grinned at the insult, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “You look so attractive right now.” 

Colour bloomed on your cheeks, and you shoved him away, cursing loudly. He laughed at your flustered state, his eyes turning into small crescent moons. 

This was Lee Jeno—a huge flirt who thought highly of himself due to the popularity he had gained as the star player of your university’s football team, and whose only personality trait was being ridiculously attractive. 

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angst #19 and fluff #50 for bangchan please! where he and his secret, non-showbiz s/o are having another rough time after years of dating. s/o is kind of getting tired of chan not coming home, responding to calls and texts and doing what a boyfriend should do so s/o visits him for a lunch but he was occupied with a labelmate of his. basically just s/o slowly giving up and chan noticing way too late but with a happy ending together, i hope... thank u so much!

thank you so much for your request, love! this turned out to be longer than i thought.. please let me know what you think of it !

i really hope you’ll like it <3 

angst #19 "Would you have said yes?"

fluff #50 "Can you quit being sappy for five seconds?"

take me back; bang chan

bang chan x fem!reader

3.7K+ words

angst, fluff

warnings; mention of hyperventilating, mention of struggling to eat (because of sadness), mentions of feeling numb/depressed

i’m sorry for any possible grammatical errors!

song rec; almost to the moon - daisy gray

AUGUST 4TH 2021

"chan, put me down, right now. this is not funny!" you yelled as you smacked the brown haired man's back.

he giggled as he kept walking towards the water with you draped over his shoulder.

"it's way too cold to be swimming right now!" you shrieked as you tried to release yourself from his strong grip once again.

"it's literally not that cold! we're heading back to korea tomorrow. summer is almost ending, this is the last time we can enjoy the sea this year!" chan argued, wanting to enjoy this vacation you were on with him and the rest of the boys, till the very end.

"minho, please stop this madman!" you yelled at a laughing minho who was recording the entire thing.

the cold sea water hit chan's feet and he hissed.

"you're right, it's cold." chan spoke as he kept on walking until the water had reached his waist.

"see, i told you so! so put me down."

"right now? oh sure.”

your eyes widened "no wait-"

before you could finish your sentence, chan released you from his grip and you fell in the cold water in front of him.

you shrieked as your arms immediately wrapped around chan's bare shoulders, wanting him to carry you out of the water again.

minho and jisung who were still standing on the shore, laughed at your dramatic reaction.

chan giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you tried to steady your breath, wanting to get used to the cold water as quickly as possible.

"i hate you." you breathed as he pulled your flush against him.

"no, you love me." he said, his smile making his eyes turn into crescents.

you could never stay mad at chan when he was smiling at you like that.

"if it wasn't our last day here, i would've walked back to the shore right now." you muttered, not being able to hide the smile that was creeping up on your face at the sight of your adorable boyfriend.

chan laughed before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“if i would’ve asked you to stay here like this forever, instead of going back to korea to our normal lives, would you have said yes?”

you nodded.

"definitely.”

he smiled, a sad feeling creeping in his chest. he honestly didn’t want to go back to his busy life in korea as bang chan from stray kids.

right now he wanted to be just chan and stay here in australia with you forever and live a normal life.

“i truly had the best time, chan. thank you." you then whispered as you placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it softly.

"why are you thanking me?" he asked, a confused smile on his face as he tilted his head.

you pecked his nose before saying: "because you're the best boyfriend i could ever wish for and you made this week unforgettable."

chan felt his heart burst as a big smile appeared on his face.

"i love you so much." chan said, leaving a peck on your lips.

just as you were about to respond you heard minho yell something from the shore.

"look here and smile, lovebirds!"

you and chan both looked to the side before quickly smiling at the sight of jisung holding up his camera before he snapped a picture of the two of you.

JANUARY 23RD 2022

you look at the picture that you are holding in your hand.

you and chan, standing in the sea, smiling from ear to ear as a sunset painted the sky behind you two.

it was so perfect.

you truly don't know what went wrong.

after you guys got back from australia, that warm summer that could be seen on the photo, slowly but surely turned into a cold winter.

and with that you don’t just mean the seasons changing.

things between you and chan changed.

after you had gotten back from your vacation, stray kids had to start preparing for a comeback.

at first chan still tried to not let the work he had to do occupy him too much. he tried to still see you regularly and tried to still take you out from time to time. on busier days he did his best to at least text you.

but after the company had told the boys that they were really behind schedule, things started to get more hectic.

you understood this for a long time. you never pushed him and always comforted him when he was having a hard time. you even comforted him when he was the one to forget about your date with him, telling him that it was okay.

you weren't hard on him because you realized years ago that dating a full time artist would be difficult and that he wouldn't always have time for you.

but the last month things really got worse.

you barely heard anything from him anymore.

"will be late tonight, don't wait for me" or "i'm busy, cant talk rn sorry" were the only texts you've been getting.

even though you work too, you still tried to make time for him by often driving by the studio to drop off some lunch. even in your tired state there was nothing that you wanted more than to stay with him.

but the last time you went, chan was with changbin and jisung working on some songs and he insisted that they needed to be alone to be able to concentrate on the music. both changbin and jisung felt the tensed air as chan sent you away.

it had been 2 weeks since you last came by the studio or tried to make a move to meet up with him.

you wanted nothing more than to text him in those two weeks but you needed to know if he would reach out to you himself.

you needed to know if he still needed you.

but now, two weeks later, you start to feel hopeless as he still has not taken any initiative to talk to you. he didn’t even give you a simple call.

as you lay in bed that night, the only thing you can think about is chan. about what the two of you had. about what is left of what the two of you used to have. and you cry. no, you sob. because even though your heart wants to hold onto him with its dear life, you don’t know for how much longer your brain will accept that.

chan is neglecting you. and you don't deserve that.

JANUARY 24TH 2022

today is the day that will decide your future with chan.

you are going to tell chan your honest feelings and you hope with your entire heart that the conversation will go well and the two of you can work this out.

but deep down, you fear the worst.

you text him if he can meet up with you at you guys' favorite restaurant at 7 pm.

a few minutes later, you check your phone to see if chan has answered and your heart jumps in your chest as you read his message.

chan<3: i'll be there ❤️

a smile paints your face; maybe things will actually go well.

a few hours later, you start getting ready to go to the restaurant.

you put on your favorite dress, well actually his favorite dress on you, and do your make up.

you softly sing along to a song playing on your phone as you put in some earrings.

yes, you are a little nervous to have this serious talk with him, but most of all you are happy to finally go on a date with your boyfriend again. you missed him more than anything.

you want to talk with him like you used to always do for hours and hours. you want to see his smile again. you want to have him hold you close and kiss you.

but sadly things don't always go the way we want them to.

because at 7:35pm you're sitting at the small table in the corner of the restaurant alone.

the waitress walks by your table for the 3rd time to ask if you want to order something, other than the drink that's still sitting untouched on the tables.

you let out a disappointed chuckle as tears brim your eyes.

"no, thank you. i'll be leaving. sorry for the.. wasted reservation." you speak, feeling embarrassed as you stand up putting on your coat.

she nods understandingly, before walking away.

you check your phone for the last time, hoping to have at least 1 message from chan that can explain why he isn't here right now.

but sadly nothing pops up as you check your notifications.

you shake your head in disbelief as anger and sadness start taking over you completely.

you don't want this anymore.

you don't want him anymore.

you don't even know what you want anymore.

all of your built up emotions make you not think straight as you arrive at your apartment.

you walk to your closet and take out all the hoodies and shirts chan has left at your place over the years.

you put them all in a big bag frustratedly as you start crying.

why did he stop caring for you?

what did you do wrong?

you cry harder as you pick up all the stuff laying around in your apartment that belong to him. you throw them all in the bag as you wipe your eyes.

about half an hour later you knock on the door of the stray kids dorms.

minho opens the door and just as he's about to greet you, his eyes widen as he notices your state.

you didn't bother changing clothes before coming here so you're still in your dress and all the accessories that you had put on for chan.

‘pathetic.’ you think.

your eyes are red but you're not crying anymore.

you calmly hold out your hand that's holding the bag with chan's belongings.

"hi minho, could you perhaps give this to chan?"

minho blinks confused as his eyes flicker from the bag to your face.

"y/n, is everything okay?"

you nod.

"i'm alright, just a little tired so could you please give this to chan?"

minho slowly takes the bag from your hand, putting it down beside him.

"y/n, do you want to come in and talk? you don’t.. you don’t look okay.”

you smile.

“no, thank you. i'm fine, i promise."

minho doesn't believe you of course, but just as he's about to speak up, you turn around and start walking away, feeling too exhausted to say anything else.

minho wants to follow you but decides to instead immediately grab his phone and dial chan's number.

"what? i’m busy.” chan says, a little too harsh for minho's liking.

"dude, go to y/n. right now."

chan is silent for a second before his eyes widen. 

shit. y/n. he was supposed to meet you at the restaurant.

he looks down at his watch and groans when he sees the time.

8:10 pm.

he was so busy getting this one tune right that he completely lost track of time.

"shit, we were supposed to go out tonight.” chan huffs as he runs a hand through his hair.

"well, i don’t think that’s going to happen anymore. chan, i think she's done with you. for real.” minho murmurs as he looks at the bag with chan's belongings.

chan feels his heartbeat quicken as he stands up.

"what the hell are you talking about?" he spits as he feels his hands start shaking.

minho frowns.

"chan, i don't know what is up with you and your shitty attitude but i think it just cost you your girlfriend. she just dropped of all your stuff. go to her and fix this before it's too late." minho responds before hanging up.

chan blinks a few times, all the color in his face disappearing.

this can't be happening.

in a second he's out of the studio and rushing towards his car.

he starts the engine and races as fast as he can towards your apartment.

chan taps the steering wheel nervously as he waits in front of a red light.

'please don't let this actually be happening, please.' is the only thing that goes through chan's mind.

after a few more minutes he finally catches sight of your apartment complex.

he parks his car and quickly exits the vehicle, slamming the door shut as he starts running towards the doors of the building where you live.

when he gets closer he feels his heart drop as his eyes land on you.

your back is facing him and you seem to be struggling with finding your pass to enter the building.

“y/n.” chan breathes and you jump a little at the sound of his voice.

you turn around and chan feels his heart break at the sight.

your eyes are bloodshot and your face is puffy.

he notices the way you’re all dressed up and feels his heart break even more when he realizes how much effort you put into tonight.

you’re even wearing his favorite dress.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you spit and chan’s breath hitches in his throat, your harsh tone hitting him.

“y/n, i am so sorr-“

you chuckle bitterly.

“i don’t want to hear it. i’ve listened to you long enough. i’ve tried to understand you long enough. but i am done, chan. we are done. so please leave.” you say almost emotionless, your eyes scanning his exhausted face quickly.

chan’s mouth falls open at your words, not being able to believe them.

“y-you don’t mean that.” chan stutters as he walks closer to you.

“i do. i do mean that.”

you turn around and scan your pass, opening the door.

chan feels like he’s in a nightmare where he can barely move or speak. it feels as if the universe is just playing some sick joke on him.

“y/n, talk to me. we have to talk about this. plea-.” chan tries to stay strong but his voice cracks as his eyes start watering.

“i wanted to talk to you tonight, chan. but you obviously didn’t care about what i wanted, so i see no point in caring about what you want either anymore.”

you are being harsh. you know you are, but at the moment you truly feel numb. no sadness, no happiness, no anger, no love. no nothing.

“goodbye, chan.”

you give him one last look before entering the building. as if chan’s body got a mind of its own, he runs up you to catch the door from closing but he’s too late.

he feels his body go numb against the cold material of the door, hitting it with the palm of his hand as a loud sob escapes his mouth.

his knees give up on him as he slowly slouches down against the door before his body touches the cold concrete, tears falling from his eyes in rapid speed.

he presses his hands against his mouth as he tries to suppress the loud sobs. this can’t be actually happening, right? you didn’t just actually end your relationship with him, right?

he starts hyperventilating as he can’t control his wails anymore.

“please, y/n, please. don’t do this. please tell me this is not real, y/n.”

he repeats it like some mantra, as if it will make him wake up from this nightmare.

but sadly this isn’t a nightmare.

it’s really happening.

and chan knows it’s his own fault.

FEBRUARY 7TH 2022

you look at the yoghurt that’s laying untouched on the table in front of you.

you really need to eat something but it’s like your stomach refuses to. you haven’t had any appetite in days.

in 14 days to be exact.

ever since you and chan broke up you haven’t been the same.

the past 2 weeks you were struggling with even getting out of bed.

you miss him, you miss him so incredibly much.

even though you hadn’t been seeing or talking to him much before your break up, the pain you’re feeling right now is different.

because now you know he is truly not yours anymore and you’re not his.

now you don’t have hope anymore for things to get better.

you want to believe that you made the right decision. you really do. but sadly you can’t. because deep down you know that you will never find someone like chan ever again. even with his flaws.

the first week after your break up, chan tried to contact you a lot. you told him that you really did not want him to reach out to you anymore and eventually he stopped, respecting and maybe even accepting your decision.

he didn’t want to hurt you any longer.

you know that that’s the reason he stopped contacting you and that’s what makes everything hurt even more.

you sigh as you put the yoghurt back in the fridge before making your way to your bedroom.

just as you are about to disappear under the covers of your bed, you hear a knock on your door.

it’s a quick and rather loud knock and it makes you frown.

it’s 1 am, why is there someone at your door right now?

you think that it must be one of your neighbors since no one else is able to enter this building.

you walk towards the door and as you open it you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

your eyes lock with a pair of eyes that you haven’t seen in days.

“chan.” you breathe as you look at the man in front of you.

you barely recognize him.

his eyes are sunken in their sockets, dark eye bags surrounding them. the color in his face seems to be gone completely and both his face as his body seem to be thinner. he must’ve lost a lot of weight in the past 14 days.

you feel your heart crack at the sight of your broken ex-boyfriend.

“y/n, please take me back.”

his voice cracks as he looks into your eyes.

you blink a few times “chan how-“

“i’m so sorry, i tried to accept your decision, y/n, i really tried. but i can’t do this, y/n, i cant live without you, i truly can’t. i am miserable without you.” he starts rambling as tears start falling from his eyes.

“and i am insanely sorry that i am only realizing this now. i am so sorry that i didn’t realize the way you were suffering all this time, that i didn’t realize your pain. i am so sorry, y/n.”

you don’t even realize you started crying too until salty tears touch your lips.

“i’ve only thought about my job and about my career instead of thinking about the one thing that i truly find most important in my life. i’ve neglected you and i don’t think i can ever forgive myself for making you feel like i didn’t care for you anymore.”

he wipes his eyes but it’s useless as the tears won’t stop anymore from flowing.

“and the fact that i am here right now, is so selfish of me, i know that and i am so terribly sorry. but please, y/n, take me back.” he begs.

a sob escapes from your mouth as you look at him.

“please take me back, baby.” he repeats softly, his heart terrified of your answer.

“i really need you, y/n.” he adds, feeling defeated as you stay silent.

you want to hold him in your arms, to hug him tightly and to kiss him, to tell him you forgive him and that everything is okay. your heart is screaming for him.

but your brain knows that you can’t just go back to how things were as if nothing ever happened. you deserved better treatment than what you got from him the past months. you still know this.

but you want to give him another chance.

a chance to redeem himself. to explain himself and to really listen to you and to communicate with you more. to show you that he now knows that a relationship can’t grow when it’s not being watered.

you want to give him another chance to show you that he truly needs you.

so you nod.

“lets talk.” you propose quietly, a small smile ghosting over your tear-stained lips.

chan feels his heart stop beating for a second as he hears your words before it starts hammering against his chest.

his face lights up through the tears as he nods quickly.

“yes. oh my god, please yes, let’s talk.” he rambles, wiping his eyes once again as you move to the side so he can enter your place.

as he enters the hall, his eyes lock with yours again for a second.

and in that moment chan knows that he will not waste this chance you’re giving him.

he will never make you feel unloved ever again.

MARCH 8TH 2022

you quickly put on some perfume and check the way you look one last time in the mirror before walking towards the door.

you open it and a smile paints itself on your lips as you look at the brown haired man in front of you.

his eyes widen for a second as they scan you from head to toe.

“you look incredible.” he breathes as he stares at you with an adoring look in his eyes.

you chuckle as you take the flowers he hands you, thanking him.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you respond, loving the way this suit looks on him.

chan chuckles shyly as he looks down.

“let me quickly put these in a vase and then we’ll go, alright?”

chan nods as he follows you inside your apartment.

he puts his chin in hand, leaning his elbow on the counter as he lovingly gazes at you while you put the flowers in a vase.

“what are you staring at?” you grin, not taking your eyes off the flowers.

“just at the most beautiful girl in the world.”

you groan before laughing.

“can you quit being sappy for five seconds?”

he laughs too. “no, i will never stop being sappy for you.” he then adds before walking up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist as he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

you close your eyes for a second, loving the warmth of him being so close to you.

you turn around in his arms, wrapping your own arms around his neck as you stare at him lovingly.

“i love you,” you say, looking into his eyes.

chan has heard you say these words countless of times to him, but it never fails to make his heart speed up and cheeks turn rosy red.

he leans in and presses his lips onto yours.

“i promise, i love you more. forever.”

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Suga, we’re going down (myg)

Summary- Yoongi’s regrets know no bounds when it comes to you.

word count- 1.2k

pairing- idol!Yoongi x Reader

rating- R

genre- heavy angst, breakup!au

warnings- main character death, implied alcoholism

a.n- its 2am and somehow my brain decided it’s time to write sad boi stories again. this is based on a very twisted emo interpretation of “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy.

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The sky was beautiful tonight. With all the glitz and glamour of Seoul far away, he could finally see the stars as they prickled through the navy canopy. It was almost as if he was still in bed, like those mornings he spent with you under the covers, the dawn peeking through the little threads of his worn out blanket, diffusing the rays over your skin marked by his lips.

He had been silent for a while and he worried you hated him for it, his stoic walls something you always despised. Yet in that moment he couldn’t talk, too many unspoken words brewing a storm inside his head. He could feel you next to him, the cold grass around him, warming in your presence, but did he truly deserve it? After all this time, did he truly deserve to be next to you, even if it was fleeting?

He held his tongue still, too afraid that once he spoke the dam would break, levees bursting at the seams of his regret. And there was so much he regretted.

Yoongi always knew he would make it big, that the days he spent delivering chicken to rude late night customers would accumulate to success. No one ever believed him, and so he had no choice but to bet on himself, full of anger against an unfair, uncaring world. In his tunnel vision to the top, he never saw you cheering him on, yet he knew you cared. You always cared.

It showed in the way you always had his music streaming arguing that every play made a difference. It showed in the way you called his mom to learn the recipes that reminded him of home. And it showed in the way you gave up your idea of a relationship to accommodate his busy life, always ready to please him, be it with a warm hug at the end of a stressful day or a slow fuck to remind him he could still feel.

He reached his hand over the grass, the wet soil raising goosebumps up his arm, but try as he could, he knew he couldn’t hold your hand as he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, he ran through the last fight he had with you. Anger had turned your face red, rosy from the venom you spewed at him, and the venom he spat right back. It was a vicious cycle that had come to head once again. Too many late nights, too many empty green bottles.

It was the same exhausting fight again and again, yet his ego never let him back off. He was always calm, collected with everyone, but with you it felt as if he was burning with a fire he usually liked to contain to his studio. He had thrown ugly words at you, just as you had at him, and it pained him how he had let you storm out, your last words to him still echoing in his head. His last words to you turning to bile in his chest.

“Well you’re a fucking notch on my bed post!”

“And you’re just a line in a song. So thank you!”

He replayed the two sentences over and over in his head till he could feel his fears leaking through his lashes and drip down his cheeks, the same cheeks you had affectionately dubbed fluffy and used to spend hours squishing, much to his annoyance.

He turned to his side, letting the smell of the grass envelope him, perhaps his tears would give it more nutrients. Perhaps he’d come back in a few days and the patch under his face would be lusher, greener. Or perhaps the poison of his regret would eat it away till it was left barren like his chest.

But with each tear, he couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if he had just listened to you that night, or the night before, or the night before that? What if he had just gotten his head out of his ass and noticed that what you disguised as anger was just hurt he was responsible for? What if he had just held his tongue, held back the vicious comment that broke you and led you to storm out of his apartment? What if he had stopped you from leaving? What if he had run after you like he truly wanted to?

“I’m so so sorry,” he whispered, voice waterlogged as he stared at the grass next to him, grass that led to freshly turned soil covered with roses and daisies and sunflowers, a little garden of your favourites. But all the apologies wouldn’t turn back time, wouldn’t bring you back, wouldn’t make the marble glistening in the moonlight beside him any less real.

He could see his mistakes mocking him from where your name was etched upon it. Beloved daughter, granddaughter, sister, girlfriend. and friend.

Your parents loved him because they never saw his ugly side, one that he reserved for you, so they saved him a word. Beloved girlfriend. As if Yoongi was worth you being called his forevermore. He couldn’t even let you go in death could he? Always too reliant on your support, but never appreciating it.

He gazed as the bottle of whiskey clasped in his hand, the vessel long empty of its bitter amber. It reflected the light now, mocking him — reminding him that there was no way he could forget what he had lost.

He couldn’t turn back time, but he could give you now what he couldn’t when you were still in his arms. So he cried, sobbed till his lungs ached and till he felt he no longer had anything to give. And then he sobbed some more, his whimpers carrying in the wind, his apologies mumbled into the mud that stuck to his cheeks, squished against the ground.

If only he had rushed after you like he had every time before. If only he had pulled you in his arms and placated you with a kiss. Perhaps then this would all be just a bad dream and he would wake up to your smile as you kissed his nose and his eyes and his lips, like you used to every morning.

But no matter how many time he closed and opened his swollen eyes, he was still in that cold cemetery and your name still looked up at him, jarring him to the fact that this was his reality now.

Because after giving him years of your youth when he ignored you for his accolades, all he had now was the last words he said to you.

Because now you could never be more than a line in his songs.

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꧁ pairing: chenle + female reader (ft. jeno, jisung and renjun)

꧁ genre: angst, fluff, werewolf au, slowburn

꧁ warnings: a/b/o, f/m, mutual pining (sort of ??), alpha!chenle, omega!reader, philophobia (fear of falling in love), minor depressive episode

꧁ word count: 6.4k

꧁ no matter how many times he tries to run, he's always finding his way back to you.

꧁ note: this is for my lovely kai ( @staysstrays ) since they're in their chenle feels right now. i hope i do you proud, bestie! <3

the first time chenle feels that little tug in his heart is when he watches you clumsily trip up the cement steps leading into the public library. how one manages to trip up a flight of stairs is beyond him, but somehow your two left feet manage to steal his attention. he's rushing over to help you up, your eyes meeting for the first time after he's brushed off your skirt and inspected the mild scratch on your knee. that's when he feels the pull, the sudden urge to keep close by you to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself again.

the feeling startles him and before either of you know it, he's hurrying inside of the library and disappearing deep within its depths. you two don't see each other again for the rest of that day.

the second time he encounters you, he's met with the same inward tug that has his heart beating just a little faster and his breathing growing just a bit more shallow. you're sitting with a few of your friends inside of a café and happily chatting away. your smile is bright and reaches your eyes as you speak with animated movements, nearly knocking over your ordered drink in the process. he finds a small smile of his own playing on his lips as he silently watches from his place in line until jisung abruptly pulls him forward.

he and jisung claim their orders and turn to find an empty table to sit at. his heart lurches up into his throat when he sees jisung making a beeline for a table just across the aisle from your own, but he doesn't have time to stop him and is left with no choice but to shuffle in your direction. he intends to keep from making his presence obvious, but of course he can't help but sneak one more glance at you as he approaches and suddenly you're locking gazes once more.

he notices the way you grow shy suddenly, your wide smile shrinking to a bashful closed-lipped one as you try to look away only to return your attention to him milliseconds after. he offers a very brief, very slight smile from around the straw clenched tightly between his teeth before he's sliding into the chair across from jisung. he manages to catch a bit of your scent as he moves by and holds back a gasp as goosebumps rise on his skin. thankfully he's wearing a sweater.

the longer he sits there beside you, the more restless he starts to get and jisung is quick to notice. his friend may be aloof most of the time, but he suddenly turns into a detective the minute chenle shows any signs of being anything but his usual self. it's quite infuriating, he must say. jisung silently watches chenle's behavior and notices how he keeps stealing short glances at you across the aisle. a little knowing smirk grows on jisung's face but fortunately he doesn't say anything aloud. yet.

chenle can't get you out of his head from that moment forward. your pretty smile greets him in his dreams and your alluring scent is trapped in his lungs. his eyes shift around constantly while he's out in search of you and he wonders if you're still sporting that hello kitty bandaid on your knee that he'd noticed when you had left the café. he doesn't know why he's feeling all of these feelings, he doesn't even know your name.

the third time the two of you end up in the same vicinity is back at the library, this time inside where you hopefully can't find stairs to trip on. chenle spots you first as he's done the previous two times; you're browsing in the greek mythology section. for the first time, he finds himself thinking about actually approaching you and striking up a conversation. that idea, however, is quickly shut down when he sees another guy round the bookshelf seemingly from out of nowhere and sling his arm across your shoulders. he murmurs something to you and you retaliate by elbowing him lightly in the rib, that glowing smile painted on your face.

that tug he feels in his heart strengthens and has his gut twisting with an ugly feeling that can only be described as jealousy. but who is he to get jealous over who you choose to hang out with? you're strangers. he turns and makes his way further into the rows of wooden shelves, trying to mask his brooding attitude by burying his face behind the first book he deems remotely interesting. he's desperate for a distraction, for something intriguing enough to get you out of his head. but no matter how many words he reads or how many pages he absently turns, nothing seems to intrigue him more than the lingering thought of you.

he's so engrossed in thinking about not thinking about you that he fails to notice when you sit down across the small aisle from him until he feels something touch his foot. he goes to draw his legs in, habitually murmuring a short apology as he glances up expecting to find someone trying to pass through but is pleasantly surprised when he sees your face instead. you give him that same shy smile and a little awkward wave which has a smile of his own tugging the corners of his lips upward.

"hi," you finally speak first, "i'm y/n." your voice is just as lovely as you look and chenle suddenly finds himself feeling overwhelmed by the strong aroma you're producing. he feels like an invisible cloud is forming around him, trapping him in and drawing him close to you. too close, in fact. he's finding it hard to breathe but all he wants is to keep breathing you in. he feels confused, confliction being a feeling he rarely experiences. it scares him.

before he knows what he's doing, chenle is hurrying up to his feet and rushing out of the aisle with his heart pounding almost painfully against his chest. he leaves behind the book he had been reading and a very puzzled, very mortified you.

it's nearly a week later that chenle sees you again after making it a point to avoid going out as much as possible. he's spent the time pacing the length of his room, tugging frustratedly at his hair and murmuring nonsensically to himself. he can't shake you from his head no matter how hard he tries. he needs to find you again; he needs to talk to you. he's decided that staying up into the early hours of the morning fretting while playing video games with jisung just isn't going to cut it for him any longer. he needs to do something about you.

when he finds you again, you're sitting under a cherry blossom tree in the park. your eyes are closed as you lean against the tree trunk and you seem lost in your own world. the sunlight shines through little spaces between the branches and casts a warm glow against your skin. you're as pretty as ever and chenle finds himself halting in his tracks on his way towards you. he swallows thickly and suppresses the urge to backtrack, instead forcing himself to continue towards you until he's standing right before you.

you're still unaware that he's there and now he can see why; you've got earbuds in. he's unsure of how to gently get your attention without startling you too much until he looks down at his feet which are inches apart from your own. he takes a little breath and nudges your foot lightly with his own which, thankfully, gets your attention straight away.

it takes you a second to recognize his face and once you do, your eyes are growing slightly wide and you're rushing to take one of your earbuds out. "oh," you stammer, "hello."

chenle feels his lips tugging upward once more but this time, he's determined to keep his feet planted right where they are. "hi," he greets you back, "i'm sorry for running off the other day. i, uh, don't know why i did that, actually." he scratches the back of his neck as he feels blood beginning to rush to his face, tinting his cheeks a faint rosy hue. "i'm chenle."

you pat the grass beside you invitingly, your startled expression having quickly morphed into one of elation as he finally spoke to you. chenle finds himself promptly seated beside you and takes the offered earbud you hold out to him. he almost wants to tease you for the unhygienic offer, but he decides you're probably not close enough to do that just yet. it's silent for the next few moments as you two listen to the remainder of the song playing.

"thank you for helping me back at the library," you finally speak again, "i mean, when i fell like two weeks ago. i meant to thank you earlier but i was too nervous." you let out a little giggle that has a warmth blooming in chenle's chest and his heart skipping a single beat. it's almost enough to make him dart off again, but he grounds himself by fixating on your untied shoelaces. "i don't usually trip up stairs, it was a new experience for me."

"maybe you'd trip a little less if you kept your shoes tied," chenle comments lightheartedly. he tugs the earbud out of his ear and leans forward to gently grab your ankle, tugging your foot closer to him before beginning to tie up your shoe. "we can't have you falling for anyone else," he muses, unaware of the words that spill from his mouth.

"huh?" your eyes grow round once again and chenle is slightly confused by your gawking.

"i said we can't have you falling in front of anyone else," he clarifies, finishing up with a near perfect bow before sitting back comfortably against the base of the tree. he turns and offers you a grin which you bashfully return, thinking that you must have misheard him. but indeed you had not.

you sit and talk together under the cherry blossom tree for the next hour or so. you learn about each other's favorite things and each of your best friends. chenle tells you about the time jisung forgot to put the top on the blender and you tell him about the time your friend tried to parkour over a chain fence and got their belt loop stuck at the top. you talk about what you did in school and what you want to do in the future. chenle can't help but watch you with starry eyes as you speak passionately about your hopes and dreams for your future and he notices how you do the same in return.

your fun is brought to an abrupt halt when a third presence joins you under the tree. chenle immediately recognizes him as the same guy he had seen with you at the library last time. his cheerful demeanor instantly darkens when his eyes meet the boy's as he's filled will that ugly feeling of jealousy once more.

"jeno!" you chirp, hopping to your feet and dusting off the loose grass clippings from yourself before throwing your arms around him. the hug lasts for a few short seconds before you're turning around with the same bright smile you'd greeted the other boy with. "chenle, this is jeno, my b–"

"sorry, i need to go," chenle interrupts as he rises to his feet. he gives you a halfhearted smile and scurries off before you can utter out another word. he knows he's getting too attached to you and it's not going to end well for him if he allows himself to indulge in you any further. he could smell your scent all over that jeno guy; you were already spoken for.

another week passes by before you find each other again, but this time you're approaching chenle in the middle of a convenience store. you tap on his shoulder and he doesn't even need to turn around to know that it's you. he had picked out your scent the minute you'd entered the small shop and was clearly unsuccessful in hiding his presence from you.

"chenle?" your voice asks gently. he tenses up a little under the pads of your fingers and turns his head slightly to acknowledge you. "hi," you smile cutely, "fancy seeing you here."

he wants to find it in himself brush you off just so he'll have an easier time forgetting about you, but you're just too sweet for him to resist. he soon finds himself letting you drag him to one of the empty tables at the other side of the store where you share some of the snacks you've bought with him.

"you run off a lot, you know," you comment, lifting your gaze to meet chenle's. "why's that?"

chenle swallows nervously and avoids your eyes at the question. what is he supposed to tell you? that you make him feel things that scare the hell out of him? that in a weird way, you intimidate him? that seeing you with jeno makes him want to tear the guy to shreds? you're still strangers, or maybe acquaintances at the most.

"i just have places to be," he finally murmurs in response, giving a nonchalant shrug in hopes that it'll distract you from the slight waver in his voice.

"so suddenly like that? you didn't even say goodbye to me before you left last time nor did you even acknowledge jeno," you snicker disbelievingly.

"i told you i needed to go," chenle argues feebly, reaching out to take another jelly from the bag sitting open between you both.

you sit there and watch him twist open the top before biting down on the plastic covering, shooting the jelly inside of his mouth. chenle finally meets your gaze again and watches you tilt your head slightly as a smug little smirk graces your lips. he raises his brows in return, silently asking you what you're thinking about.

"are you jealous of jeno?" you finally ask. the question catches chenle off guard and he chokes a little on the jelly in his mouth.

"huh?" he finally asks in return.

you roll your eyes a little. "you ran away from me at the library and at the park, and both times jeno was there. you're jealous of him, aren't you?"

"no," chenle immediately denies, but you're not buying it for a second.

"maybe you're intimidated by him, then?" you guess again, although you know it's certainly not the right answer. chenle shakes his head urgently. "then why are you always disappearing? i want to keep talking to you..." you trail off, a small hint of sadness lacing your voice that tugs on chenle's heartstrings unpleasantly. you twiddle your thumbs in your lap and purse your lips together slightly. chenle thinks you look absolutely adorable and the thumping in his chest increases at the sight.

"i'm sorry," he finally apologizes, though he makes no attempt at elaborating on why he's constantly vanishing. you seem to pick up on it and don't press on the matter any further.

it takes a bit for chenle to grow used to the feelings you stir up in him. it's been a while since he's felt like this towards someone and it brings back haunting memories that he doesn't wish to revisit. he tries to ignore how much of her he sees in you because he knows better than to believe the two of you are the same. at least you've been obvious that you're spoken for so chenle knows to keep his distance. still, he's not sure why you're so adamant on getting him to meet jeno officially. something inside of him tells him that jeno won't appreciate finding out that he's been hanging out with you so often if he can't already tell by the faint hint of his own scent rubbing off onto you.

so when you're finally bold and make your first move on chenle, he does exactly what you expect him to do. the moment that your palm connects with his and your fingers weave between his own while you're walking along the strip of storefronts, chenle's tensing up and hurriedly retracting his hand from your own. you frown a little and an embarrassed expression paints your features as you glance up at him, but he refuses to meet your gaze and instead shoves both hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"don't you like me, chenle?" you ask. the uncertainty in your voice is hard to miss and it makes chenle feel bad for rejecting you so harshly.

"don't you like jeno?" he counters, his brows drawing together in confusion. he hadn't noticed any markings that showed jeno had claimed you but that never meant anything; maybe you were in the beginning stages of your relationship. after all, it was the only logical explanation as to why chenle could detect whiffs of the boy's scent on you at times.

your gazes meet as you stop in front of a flower shop window and your eyes grow round in surprise. you stand there with your mouth agape for all of ten seconds before you're bursting into laughter which only confuses chenle even more.

"oh my god, you think–" you wheeze out, clutching your chest as you desperately try to catch your breath, "jeno's definitely not someone i'm interested in. he's my older brother."

chenle's lips part in astonishment at the revelation before they're pursing tightly back together in utter embarrassment. all this time, he'd thought you and jeno... he supposes now there's a second logical explanation as to why the two of you smell like one another. he feels dumb and relieved all at the same and before he knows it, he's reaching out for your hand with a bashful smile. you're more than elated to hold his hand as the two of you continue on your walk down the pavement, swinging your joined hands together happily.

"you know, he thinks you're kind of an asshole for running off," you mention after a few moments of silently walking. "i keep telling him to be patient and that you'll come around eventually. you're like a butterfly; you're easy to spook so you have to be admired from afar."

chenle laughs wholeheartedly at the comparison and can't help but feel a bit flattered for being compared to an insect of known beauty. okay, maybe it isn't as much of a compliment as he pretends it is.

gradually, chenle finds himself spending more time with you until you're seeing each other almost every day. meeting jeno was an interesting experience; he had teased chenle for thinking that you and him were anything but siblings and chenle spent the rest of the time giving you little glares for telling. you would take regular trips to the library or to the park where you began the habit of reading your favorite books to chenle. eventually he grew comfortable enough with you to start using your lap to rest his head on while he listened to your lovely voice.

you met jisung during an impromptu double date at the arcade a few days back. he was awkward and adorable and unfortunately the perfect target for your friend to mercilessly tease and get flustered. he was also more than willing to spill all of chenle's secrets to you which was most definitely unappreciated by him.

as chenle is getting ready to meet up with you at the park, he gets a call from jisung who he puts on speaker so he can continue hands-free.

"play valorant with me," jisung demands.

"i can't, i'm meeting y/n," chenle responds with no hesitation or remorse.

"didn't you just see her yesterday?" jisung whines. "you met your y/n quota for the week, like, three days ago. give me attention, too!"

"i've been giving you my attention for the past six years, don't be greedy," chenle tuts playfully in response.

"i'm getting separation anxiety," jisung sighs dramatically. "fine, i'll just ask if jaeyun wants to play." a few seconds of silence pass before jisung speaks up again. "don't you think you're getting a attached a little fast?"

"it's been almost two months," chenle retorts, his brows furrowing slightly.

"one month, two weeks and four days to be exact," jisung snickers. "remember what happened the last time you got attached to–"

"yeah, i know," chenle interrupts him, his mood souring at the reminder of the previous girl whom had caught his attention much like you. he feels his chest tighten a little and his stomach twists unpleasantly with the faint remnants of the gut wrenching heartbreak from nearly a year ago. he wonders if that feeling will ever go away completely.

"i'm sorry," jisung apologizes immediately as he picks up on chenle's slightly strained voice, "i didn't mean to upset you. i'm just worried about you, i always am."

chenle lets out a long sigh, setting down his hairbrush on the counter and glancing up at his reflection in the mirror. he bites the insides of his cheeks in an attempt to keep himself from turning into a hyperventilating mess on call with his friend. maybe jisung is right, maybe you two are moving too fast. maybe he should start being more cautious around you. the last thing he needs is a replication of what he's already gone through with the last girl he entrusted with his heart.

"chenle?" jisung's voice asks hesitantly.

"yeah, i know you are," he finally answers, "thank you. i promise i'll make time to play with you tomorrow, okay?"

"okay!" jisung chirps, "have fun with y/n!"

he says goodbye to jisung and hangs up before hurrying to finish the last minor details on his appearance, then he's rushing out to meet you. he wants to enjoy his time out with you, he really does, but now jisung has planted bad things into his head and he finds himself spacing out often. it doesn't take long for you to notice this, either, as his usually loud and cheerful nature is dull and distant.

"what's wrong, chenle?" you ask with genuine concern, gently placing your hand over his which rests in his lap.

chenle perks up, not noticing that he's spaced out again until you're bringing him back to reality. he puts on his best convincing smile and shakes his head slightly, "nothing, why?"

"you're not as talkative as usual," you observe, threading your fingers between his and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "is there something on your mind?"

of course there is, but chenle's not sure he's ready to unleash it all onto you just yet. he doesn't want to hurt your feelings or upset you because none of his past traumas are in any way your fault. he doesn't want you to leave him, too.

"ah, i just feel a little bad because i haven't been hanging out with jisung as much lately," he says which isn't a complete lie, technically. "does jeno ever say anything about us spending too much time together?"

you tilt your head slightly and lift your eyes to the darkening sky above in thought before shaking your head. "no, i don't think so. why do you ask?"

"it's just something that jisung said that made me question it," chenle shrugs, running his thumb over the back of your hand. your skin is soft and warm under his touch and it brings about a fuzzy feeling that tingles in his chest. still, the feeling doesn't overwhelm the incessant worry that festers in the pit of his stomach and is the reason why he can't finish the boba tea he'd ordered a bit ago with you.

"do you think we're spending too much time together?" you ask, sneaking a glance over at him as you sip through your own straw.

chenle's breath catches in his throat for a moment as he scrambles to think of a response to say. his brain is saying one thing but his heart is saying another and he doesn't know which is the real answer.

"i think that i like spending time with you," he answers instead, trying to avoid the question directly. it's not false, he's always more than happy to be next to you and have your scent wrap around him like a sweet hug. it no longer makes him feel as though he's suffocating, he finds comfort in it now. he finds comfort in you.

"i like spending time with you, too," you beam in return, seeming to be satisfied with his answer much to his relief.

you make a few laps around the perimeter of the park together and finally come to take a seat around the grand fountain at the center. you boldly pull chenle's arm around your shoulders and snuggle into his side, your cheek nestling comfortably atop his shoulder. chenle notices the subtle movements of your head as you rub your scent onto him and in turn get some of his own scent onto you. it makes his heart race and his limbs feel like they're turning to jelly.

"i can hear your heart beating," you giggle quietly. before chenle can come up with an excuse as to why it's nearly pounding out of his chest, you're grabbing ahold of his hand and pressing it against your own chest. "mine is, too," you assure him as he feels the pounding of your own heart against his palm. it works and he relaxes again, though it's short-lived when you suddenly perk up as a figure lurks nearby.

at first he thinks maybe it's jeno coming to collect you and take you home, but you're shrinking in further into chenle's embrace and your scent changes just enough for him to notice. you're scared. chenle doesn't need to ask questions, instead he's rising to his feet and keeping you held close to him while leading you away from the area.

"he's one of jeno's friends," you murmur after the two of you are a safe distance away from the guy, "he's...weird."

"does jeno know he makes you uncomfortable?" chenle asks, making a conscious effort to keep scanning your surroundings just in case. he's never been much of a fighter despite his alpha rank but he absolutely will ditch that mentality if the situation calls for it, especially if it's to protect you.

you shake your head. "no, he technically hasn't done anything so i don't have a valid reason to ask jeno to stop hanging out with him."

chenle sighs a little in disagreement with your reasoning. "don't give him a chance to do anything," he reasons, "i'm sure jeno will understand."

"i'll think about it," you answer. chenle wants to insist that you tell jeno, but he doesn't want to distress you any more. he drops the topic.

perhaps letting it go is a mistake on chenle's part. maybe he should have urged you to say something to avoid the situation it's created for him now. maybe if he had just been a little more persuasive, he wouldn't be hiding under his bundle of blankets with a shattered heart once more.

at first he tries telling himself that he's just imagining things, that his tendency to overthink is peaking again. he tries to ignore the few posts he sees on instagram where he notices you and jeno's friend in the background. he tries to ignore the smile you're giving to him and he tries to ignore the little comments he's leaving on your photos. what he can't ignore, however, is the hint of a foreign scent he smells on you the next time you meet up. he doesn't need to think twice to know whose scent it is. he cuts your hangout short with a fake excuse that jisung needs him suddenly and hides in the dark of his bedroom for the rest of the day.

he can't stop the visions playing on loop through his mind of the last time his heart ached like this for someone. it makes him feel sick to his stomach and he can't find it in himself to move from his bed. so, that's where he stays for the next three consecutive days. he listens to his phone vibrating ceaselessly with calls and messages, probably from you and jisung and other friends, but he can't even be bothered to look at his screen. he listens to the final buzz before the device eventually dies and lays blankly on his nightstand much like the way he's laying in his bed.

chenle doesn't know what to do from this point. does he stop talking to you? does he just pretend like none of this happened? how can he simply go on with knowing that you're still out there? how can he exist knowing that you're probably with someone else and smiling at them in the same way you smile at him, holding their hand the same way you hold his, reading to them like you read to him? he feels like he's being swallowed alive by his thoughts and his blankets.

he's not sure how much longer he stays in that bed before he hears knocking at his front door. it's probably jisung coming to try and drag him out of bed and with that theory in mind, he only lays there motionlessly. the knocking continues on for a solid five minutes before a few beats of silence, then the sound of the door opening fills the deafening silence. chenle detects multiple pairs of footsteps and briefly wonders if someone's broken in. honestly, he's willing to be taken hostage at this point.

a softer knock raps against his bedroom door, then a familiar voice calls through the thick wood. "chenle? you still alive in there?" jisung calls out. he's almost disappointed that it's not a burglar.

chenle wants to ignore him, but he still has a little heart left. just a little, but it's enough to have him inviting jisung and whoever is with him inside of his room.

"woah, you may be alive but it smells like something's died," jisung comments, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he fans the air around him with dramatic hand movements.

"wow, i didn't think you'd take the shower less joke so seriously." this voice is familiar too, but definitely unexpected. chenle peeks out of his cocoon of blankets just enough to see renjun standing there next to jisung. chenle's not sure what happens, but the next thing he knows he's sitting up in bed and muffling his cries into the older boy's shoulder.

it doesn't take much convincing from renjun's part to get chenle up and in the shower while he and jisung — jisung attempts — to make some food for when he comes back out. jisung complains about renjun's chenle whispering technique and mumbles incoherently to himself when the older refuses to give up his secret. the truth is that there is no secret, renjun is just as surprised that chenle listened to him.

nearly forty-five minutes pass before a much fresher smelling chenle is shuffling into the kitchen with wet hair sticking to his forehead. he sits at the table and hungrily tucks in to the food presented before him.

"y/n's worried about you," jisung finally blurts out before a pained shriek follows as renjun aggressively elbows him.

"not the time," renjun hisses.

"i know," chenle sighs, "i'll figure that all out later. i just..." he trails off, sinking down in his seat a little. "i don't know what i want right now."

"i think you should come stay with me for a while," renjun suggests. "i think you just need to get away from here for a bit."

chenle mulls over the idea for a few minutes before agreeing and begrudgingly letting jisung go start to pack up his room while chenle finishes his food.

"i hate to be like jisung, but about y/n..." renjun glances across the table at chenle wearily and is met with an unreadable expression. "you don't have to tell her everything yet, but at the very least i think she deserves to know where you're at mentally and physically."

chenle sighs. he knows renjun's right, but he doesn't know if he has the energy to face you right now. maybe after he's gotten his head cleared at renjun's place, he'll be ready to tell you about everything.

"can i get jisung to tell her?" he pleads feebly.

"i really think it'll be better for everyone if you tell her yourself," renjun urges, and chenle lets out a long sigh of defeat as he caves.

an hour later, chenle is standing near the fountain at the park as he waits for you to arrive. he's rocking back and forth on his feet anxiously and looking around for any sign of you. five minutes pass and his chest starts to tighten with dread before he spots you across the grassy field. you break out into a light jog as soon as your gazes meet and soon you're being enveloped into his arms. you don't know what to say, your body is trembling with an overwhelming number of emotions and all chenle can do is hold you tightly.

"i'm sorry, y/n," chenle murmurs against the crown of your head, "i'm so sorry."

"i'm just glad you're alright," you voice shakily, your hands fisting the material of his jacket at his back. your cheek smushes against his chest and chenle hears you inhaling deep, long breaths.

"i'm leaving for a while." chenle rips off the bandaid before he can psych himself out of telling you. "i'll be back, i promise. i have a lot i need to fix and i just..." he doesn't know how to say that he needs space without sounding like an asshole.

"how long will you be gone?" you frown, tilting your head up to gaze at him with glossy eyes. it hurts his heart a lot.

"i'm not sure," he admits, combing his fingers through your hair before letting his palm settle against your cheek. "i'll text you when i can, okay?"

you nod, though the sadness in your expression is unmaskable and chenle finds himself peppering your forehead with dozens of kisses. you let a little smile grow on your lips and that's satisfactory enough to let chenle leave you with a semi-good feeling in his gut.

he stays with renjun and a few of his other friends for the next few weeks. he goes skateboarding with yangyang and chills with renjun at night watching c-dramas. he plays endless rounds of video games with hendery and listens to dejun aimlessly plucking at his guitar strings. it's therapeutic and it's the perfect way for chenle to clear his mind and get his shit sorted out. he keeps to his promise of messaging you occasionally with little updates and pictures of himself doing things with the boys. he hopes you don't take it the wrong way and think he's trying to rub it in your face, but thankfully you seem more than happy to be hearing from him.

when it comes time for chenle to go back home, the first thing he does is pick up his phone and invite you to his place. it's the first time you're being let in to his space despite him having been to yours countless times. chenle's decided that he's ready to open all doors for you, starting with the front door of his apartment. you meet him in the driveway as he comes back from renjun's place. you sprint up to him and take a big leap into his arms, nearly knocking the two of you backwards onto the concrete.

"thank you for coming back," you breathe out into the crook of his neck as he somehow manages to carry you and his bags up to the front door.

"i do live here," chenle teases lightheartedly as he sets you back on your feet. you give him a playful shove and help bring his bags inside after he's unlocked the door.

chenle tells you about his friends and the things he got up to while you help him unpack his things. you listen attentively and watch with giant hearts in your eyes as he gets excited while recounting some of his adventures. chenle notices this and feels a little shy but continues on like he doesn't realize. he likes how you're looking at him like that.

finally comes the time that chenle has been working up to for what seems like a lifetime. he knows you deserve an explanation for his behavior; you deserve everything good in the world and more for what he's put you through. he can only imagine how emotionally taxing it must be for you to have to wait and wait for him, but here you are still with the same adoring smile and gentle words. he knows he's beyond lucky to have scored you and he doesn't want to take you for granted any longer. you deserve more than what he's been giving you.

with slightly trembling hands that you're firmly taking into your own, chenle begins to pour his heart out to you. he tells you about the girl and he tells you about his fears and his feelings. he tells you how scary this is for him and he tells you that he needs a little more time to be fully ready to commit to anything with you. he assures you that he does have feelings for you and he assures you that you're the only one for him. he wants to tell you how much love he has for you, but he's not entirely prepared for such strong words to be spoken just yet. instead, he shows you with the way he presses his lips urgently against your own. he shows you with the way he delicately cups your cheeks in his hands and showers your face with kisses. he shows you with the way he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, ensuring that his scent can be distinctly noticeable on you.

chenle knows it's not going to be as simple as letting his feelings out to make everything okay. he knows that letting you in will help, but it's not going to erase the fears and doubts he still has completely. it's going to take him some time, but it seems like you're not going anywhere. your persistence to capture your timid butterfly will pay off someday; you'll patiently await the day to come.

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swimming lessons for a mermaid

❝ you’re a mermaid who can’t swim? like a sea cucumber? ❞

PAIRING ▸ jung sungchan x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, fantasy (mermaid au), high school au, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, i wrote an mc without commitment issues, an almost drowning scene, one (1) fluffy kiss scene, ft. chenle, winter, shotaro, and jisung 

SUMMARY ▸ when jung sungchan accidentally finds out about your secret, you’re offered free swimming lessons from the star athlete himself. problem is, you’re falling for sungchan, and a mermaid can’t possibly fall for a human, right?

WORD COUNT ▸ 8853 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys • siren by sunmi • ocean eyes by billie eilish • puzzle piece by nct dream

TAG LIST ▸ @ericshairstrand @seoulbinz​ @seobseobs​ @leeknowsredeyeliner​ @halbae​ @sehunniepot​ @jjaeyoonoh​ @subhyuck​ @itskkung​ @irrealitys​ @lilacboba​ @otchae @angelssung​ @junepops​ @wownajaemin​ @geniejunn​ @huangberryyy​ @hannahdinse8​ @junglewoos​

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this is based off the webtoon that is also called “swimming lessons for a mermaid” for @neowaves​’s webtoon collab. tysm for checking this out and i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡

YOU WEREN’T SURE WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO SHOW UP AT YOUR SCHOOL’S SWIM MEET.

First of all, you knew none of the swimmers on the team nor did you have the slightest clue about how swim meets worked. All you knew was that your school’s swim team was reputable and had the best athletes in the state.

Second of all, you had no idea swim meets went on for this long. You were starving, and you didn’t even have a friend to kill time with. If you knew it was going to go into the evening, you would’ve asked Chenle to tag along with you.

You weren’t even sure what was keeping you here. You had no interest in the swimmers; you had no idea how these meets worked or were organized; and you were bored out of your mind. The only thing that kept your attention was how the swimmers moved so freely in the water.

“We’re now entering the final round of the senior men’s freestyle event!” the announcer’s voice boomed through the auditorium.

You perked up a little, sitting up straighter to get a better look at the lineup. You swept your gaze across the line of swimmers until your eyes landed on Jung Sungchan.

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