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0pretty-setters-squad0 · 3 years

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Toy Store- Tenya x Reader

Howdy- time for yet another Christmas smut. Hope you Tenya simps (definitely not me *cough cough*) enjoy. Iida rly deserves more love tbh. So I hope I make this a good one. In this, we're also gonna say that Tensei has a little boy (not just bc I love the thought of Tensei as a dad) bc why would Iida be in a toy store if he didn't have a kid to buy for lmfao

It was about two weeks before Christmas as you sat behind the counter of a toy store, giving a woman her bag full of toys after checking them out. As she left, you lean forward and rest your chin on your palm, propping yourself up. Only ten more minutes until you could close the store and go home to cuddle up and watch a movie.

And that's when he walked in for the first time. Young, around your age, very fit, neat hair, quite handsome if you had to say. You smiled at him, "Anything I can help you with today?" He seemed surprised that you were speaking to him, shaking his head and walking off to look at the toys. It wasn't until well past closing time that he left, because you couldn't bring yourself to kick him out when you saw him looking at the toys, clearly trying to find the perfect gift. When he left, though, he left empty handed. You shrugged and closed up the store, heading home. The next time you saw him was about three days later, around the same time. He did the same thing, came in, didn't ask for help, looked around and then left with nothing. He did this multiple times, always just looking and buying nothing. At some point, you began to find yourself looking forward to his visits, hoping that at some point, he'd talk to you. It was the day before Christmas Eve when something finally changed. This time, though, instead of walking off to look at the toys, he came to the counter where you were sitting. "Excuse me, ma'am," he politely spoke to get your attention. You looked up from the magazine you were reading and as you realized who it was, you smiled slightly, finding that he was just as polite as he had looked, "Yes?" "I'm trying to find a good toy for my nephew, he's two, and I've been looking, but I don't have any kids, so I've got no idea what to get him. And I've been here a bunch of times, but I just never know what to get," he began rambling and making awkward hand motions, which you found adorable After a moment, you cut him off, "Sure thing, I'll help you find the perfect toy. No wonder you came in here so often. You know, you coulda just asked me," you spoke kindly as you walked around the counter. He let out a relieved sigh as you offered to help, "You noticed that I had been coming in a lot?" he asked, seeming embarrassed. "Mhm," you nodded, "Sure have. It's not everyday that the same person comes in and leaves with nothing about a hundred times," you joked, "Not that I mind, I was just curious as to why you were coming." You could see a blush forming on his face, and decided to leave it alone. He really did seem embarrassed. So, you shut your mouth and lead him to where the appropriate aged toys would be. "Here we are," you smiled, starting to walk away. He stopped you by placing a hand on your shoulder, "Could you actually help me pick out one? I really don't know what to get," he sighed softly, as if he was upset for not knowing. "Sure," you nodded, "Um, well, what does your nephew like?" "He likes cars, trains and other things like that," he shrugged. "Alright, then why don't you get him this?" you picked up a toy truck that helped with learning colors. He smiled slightly and nodded, "Sure. Thank you for your help." You smiled back, "Of course, it was my pleasure." He then grabbed another toy, similar to the one you had picked, but this one helped with numbers. Then you both made your way to the cash register. After getting there, you checked him out and handed him his bag, "Have a nice day," you gave him a smile. He took the bag, returning the smile, "You too," he began to walk towards the door, but when he was halfway there, he stopped and turned around, walking back to the counter. You were confused, so you raised a brow, "Is there something else I can help you with?" you asked kindly. "Yeah, actually," he seemed nervous, "I didn't actually come all these times to find a good toy. I mean, the first time, that's why. I had trouble, but I didn't wanna ask for help and seem like I wasn't good with kids in front of such a beautiful woman. So, that day I left with no toy. The next time I showed up, I actually had done some research and decided on a toy to buy. The one you picked out, actually," he chuckled, "But I didn't buy it, because I thought you were really pretty, and if I bought it, I wouldn't have a reason to come and see you. So every time I came, I was just trying to work up the courage to talk to you." You found the way he rambled on adorable, smiling softly as he explained. As he called you beautiful and pretty, a blush formed on your cheeks. "Really? Y-you think I'm pretty?" you ask softly, your blush growing. "Of course I do," he nodded, "That's why I kept coming. And that's also why I didn't wanna seem like I knew nothing about kids, because I know that women find it attractive when a guy is good with babies, or at least I think they do. And I am good with babies, I swear, I just, I wasn't sure about a toy." "Well I'm glad you said something," you giggle, "Because I find you very handsome." He seemed surprised, "Oh, well uh, in that case, would you like to go out some time? I know it's around the holidays, so you're probably busy, but whenever you're free, I'd love to take you on a date," he gave you a smile that melted your heart. "I'd love to go out on a date with you...." you trailed off, realizing you didn't know his name. He chuckled, "Tenya, Tenya Iida." "Y/N L/N," you smiled and walked around the counter, "I actually have to lock up the store now, we technically closed like 15 minutes ago," you giggle softly. His eyes went wide, "Wait, do you close at this time everyday?" "Yep, sure do," you nodded. "Oh my god, I've been staying past closing this whole time? I'm so sorry." "It's fine, don't worry about it. I would've kicked you out if I didn't want you here. Anyways, after I close up, I'm completely free, so maybe if you're free, we could go out now," you suggest nervously. "That sounds great, I've got no place to be," he smiled and nodded. After getting your things and closing up, you met him outside. The two of you decided to just go and grab a coffee despite how late it was. After getting your coffee, the two of you decided to just walk around town for a while. It was pretty peaceful, and the lights hung up throughout the city for Christmas were beautiful. While walking, he nervously grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers. You didn't mind, you just smiled up at him. It was a little past 10:30 when you found yourself at your doorstep, Tenya's hand still in yours. "Well, I suppose this is where we part," he sighed softly. "I guess so," you also let out a sigh. You let go of his hand, the two of you facing each other, "So," you spoke awkwardly. "So," he repeated. After a moment of silence and just staring at each other, he cupped your cheek gently, "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" his voice was soft, clearly not wanting to make you feel pressured. You smiled slightly and placed your hands on his chest, "Only if I get to kiss you back," you giggle, ignoring how awkward you sounded. He chuckled and nodded, "Of course," he smiled before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying how soft his lips felt against yours. After a moment, his hand dropped from your cheek and landed on your hip, both of his hands now resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The two of you only pulled away when you ran out of air, both of you panting softly, goofy smiles on your faces. "What a way to end the night," he grinned and gave you another soft peck. You thought for a second before speaking, "What if I don't want the night to end?" He chuckled, "Then it doesn't have to. To be honest, I don't want it to end, either." "Come inside?" you asked with a giggle. He nodded and gave you yet another quick kiss. The two of you made your way inside, slipping off your shoes and putting your things down before moving to the couch to get comfy. You turned on the TV, not really knowing what else to do. About half way through the movie, he scooted closer until the two of you were cuddled up together. You smiled as he held you close. By the end credits, you were sitting in his lap, facing him, face shoved into his neck, practically clinging onto him. He smiled and rubbed your back, "Yknow, Mj, you're adorable. Like the cutest woman I know." "You think so?" you smiled and let out a soft giggle. "I do think so," he nodded, "And you give very good hugs too," he gently kissed the side of your head, "And the way you cling onto me for cuddles is really cute too." "Aww, gosh. You're killing me with the compliments here." "There are worse ways to go," he chuckled. You lifted your head from his neck to look at him, just taking in his looks, "You're so handsome." He smiled and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. After a moment, he pulled away. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled against your lips before connecting the two of you again, giving you a sweet yet passionate kiss. Of course, you kissed back, your hands moving to lace into his hair. His hands ran down your body to your hips, pulling you as close as he physically could. It was as if the two of you couldn't get enough of one another, only pulling away occasionally to take breaths. After a few minutes of this, you pulled away, both of you panting softly. Your hands made their way to the hem of his shirt, fingers running along the cloth. He seemed to get the hint after a moment. "Do you want me to take it off?" he asked softly, clearly not wanting to make you feel pressured at all. You simply nodded with a soft, "Please." He chuckled softly and let go of your hips to take his shirt off, tossing it over the back of the couch before placing his hands back where they were beforehand. As he exposed his torso, you would've sworn your jaw hit the floor as you drooled. In reality, there was no drool, but you wouldn't have been surprised if there was. "Wow," you smiled and let your hands run up and down his toned body, "Handsome, kind, and a nice body? What did I do to deserve you?" you joked and leaned in, kissing him softly. As you kissed him, your hands moved to grab his, leading them to the bottom of your shirt, hinting for him to take your shirt off as well. He smiled against your lips and pulled your shirt up, parting from your lips to pull it over your head. After taking your shirt off, he tossed it over the back of the couch with his own. His hands fell back to your hips once again before sliding up and down your sides. "You're absolutely gorgeous, love. So stunning," he spoke softly before leaning in and kissing along your jaw and neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him more access. Your hands went back to his hair, running your fingers through the soft, dark strands. He smiled against your skin, whispering soft praises as he left a trail off kisses down your neck, to the top of your chest, along the top line of your bra. He let his eyes look up at you as he peppered your skin with kisses and spoke soft praises to you. Once he was happy with how many kisses he had given you, he smiled before speaking. "Can I leave any marks?" his voice was soft. The idea of him wanting to mark you made you smile, "Please do, I'd love that actually." He smirked slightly, leaning in to press a few more soft kisses to the top of your chest before sucking a soft mark at the end of one of your collar bones. You let out a contented sigh at the feeling of Iida marking you, your eyes fluttering closed. After he was pleased with the mark, he pulled back, letting his tongue peek out to lick it softly before kissing it. "W-Would you mind moving this to the bedroom?" your voice was soft, almost nervous of rejection. "Not at all," he smirked and kissed you, "Where's the bedroom?" he chuckled. "Down the hall, second door on the left," you instructed before kissing him again. He kissed back, standing and holding you against him. The way he carried you with ease wasn't exactly surprising, but it reminded you how much stronger he was than you, which sent a chill down your spine. After a moment, he pulled away so he could see what was in his way so he wouldn't manage to trip over anything as he carried you. He got you two to the bedroom without tripping over something and gently laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and giving you a quick kiss before speaking. "Are you sure you want this?" his voice was soft. It was clear that he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything before this went any further. "I'm sure, Tenya," you nodded, "I want you." That was all he needed to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands resting on the bed on either side of your head to support himself. As he kissed you, your hands slid down his torso, feeling the muscle just beneath his soft skin. He pulled back from the kiss after a moment, kissing down your neck, right to your chest. His lips made a trail between your breasts, his eyes never leaving your face. He left a few light marks as he kissed and nipped your skin before kissing his way back up. His hands found your hips and he looked toward your bra, "Can I take that off, darling?" he asked softly. "Of course," you smiled, arching your back off the bed to make it easier for him to access the bra clasp. He reached behind your back, unclipping your bra and sliding it off you. As your chest was revealed to him, he bit his lip, tossing the bra somewhere in the room. "You're perfect," he mumbled out, leaning down once more and letting his lips wrap around one of your nipples, one of his hands moving to the opposite breast, kneading it gently in his palm. Just like a moment ago, his eyes never left yours as he played with your chest. He continued to focus on your chest, switching between his mouth and hand, giving both breasts the same attention. After a few minutes of this, you couldn't take it anymore, the throbbing between your legs was getting to be too much. "Tenya, please, I need more," you pleaded quietly. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he smiled at you, a smile that was almost too innocent for the situation you were in. "I just want you, I don't care how," you let your hands move to run through his hair. His innocent smile turned into a smirk as he kissed his way down to your waistband, "Can I remove these?" he asked, his fingers slipping into the waistband. "Please do," you nodded, lifting your hips, trying to get him to take your pants off faster. In one swift movement, he had your pants and panties in a pile on the floor next to the bed. You hadn't been expecting him to take your panties off as well, and your legs automatically closed at the feeling of being exposed to him. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, gently pushing them apart, "It's okay, love, let me see you. You're gorgeous," his voice was genuine, not a trace of teasing. With the way he treated you, you couldn't help but listen, letting him spread your legs. His kisses moved to your inner thighs, kissing his way up to where he wanted to be. He looked up to you as he let his tongue lick a flat stripe from your entrance to your clit. As you felt his tongue, you let out a moan, one hand moving you lace into his hair. He smiled before letting his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. While his mouth was busy playing with your clit, one of his hands moved between your legs, teasing your entrance with two fingers. Your hips rolled up, encouraging him to use push his fingers in. He seemed to understand what you wanted, and pushed his fingers in slowly, not wanting to go too fast and hurt you. "God, yes," you moaned softly, the hand that wasn't in his hair moving to join the first, giving his hair a gentle tug. He let out a quiet moan as you did so, which caused vibrations against your clit. Just as he moaned, he curled his fingers inside you, perfectly hitting your g-spot, causing you to let out a louder moan. A moment later, he began curling and uncurling his fingers at a fair pace, hitting your g-spot each and every time. It wasn't long before you felt a knot building up in your stomach. "T-Tenya, don't stop, I'm close, oh my god," you managed to say between moans. You let your head fall back, eyes closing as you focused on how good his mouth and fingers felt. He let out a soft hum to let you know he understood, and wasn't stopping anytime soon. He pushed his face farther between your thighs. Feeling your soft thighs on either side of his head had him going crazy, letting out soft moans against you. It only took a few more curls of his fingers and some of his moans to send you over the edge, moaning his name, your back arching off the bed, and your fingers tightening your grip on his hair. He smiled against you as you came, helping you come down from your high. After you had calmed down, you pushed his face back slightly, your clit feeling oversensitive. He pulled back as you pushed him, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal, his glasses crooked on his face. He gave you a charming smile before wiping his face with his hand and kissing his way up your body. He was painfully hard at this point, but his first priority was making you feel amazing. As he hovered over you, you smiled up at him and took his glasses off, setting them to the side. You then let your hands slide to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, smiling against your lips. He pulled away a moment later. "I need you, Tenya," you said softly, biting your lip. He got off of you, standing next to the bed and slipping off his pants and boxer briefs at the same time. As he revealed his naked body to you, you realized he was definitely the biggest you've ever had, but with how aroused you were, it would be no problem. He was blushing as he spoke, "Do you have a condom by any chance? I don't usually carry one on me, because I never do this, really," he began to ramble awkwardly, which you found cute. You smiled and got off the bed, standing as well. You moved to stand in front of him, hands resting on his chest, "Tenya, calm down," you gave him a gentle kiss, "It's fine, I think I have one in my night table." You then walked to the night table, and just as you had thought, there was one in there. But, as you looked closer, you realized it was definitely gonna be too small for him. It was still in your drawer from your last long term relationship, and that was at least three years back, which meant it also may have been expired. You tossed the condom into the trash next to your bed, sighing, "Well, I guess I don't have a condom," you chuckled, going back to Iida, giving him a quick kiss, "What do you wanna do now?" If he was uncomfortable doing anything without a condom, you weren't going to push him, "If it makes a difference, I am on birth control, and I'm definitely clean." He smiled, "Why didn't you tell me that sooner?" he joked before giving you a soft kiss, walking you backwards towards the bed. Once you got settled on the bed, your head on the pillows, he hovered over you, leaning on his elbows for support, giving you a gentle kiss before shifting his weight onto one elbow. Using the arm that he wasn't leaning on, he reached between you two, lining his tip up with your entrance. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure he wasn't pushing you at all. You nodded, "More than ready," your hands rested on his shoulders. That was all he needed to hear to push into you slowly, letting out a moan as he felt how tight you were around him. He stopped pushing forward once he was only about a quarter of the way in to let you adjust. As he pushed in, your earlier thought of him being the biggest you'd ever had was confirmed. Your grip on his shoulder tightened, and your mouth fell open to let out a moan, "Oh god." "Are you okay?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses on your neck to distract from the stretch you were feeling. "I'm great. Keep going," you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to continue. He nodded, pushing in farther, moaning as he did, but still kissing your neck gently. He went slowly, trying his best not to hurt you. After a moment, he was completely inside you, and you were both panting softly and letting out soft moans. He stayed still to let you adjust, moving his kisses from your neck to your lips. You kissed back, one of your hands sliding from his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You pulled back a second later, "You can move now. Please, baby," you said softly. He nodded, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in and letting out a moan of your name. He began to develop a steady pace, and with each thrust, he hit all the right places, making you let out moans and whimpers of his name and curses. Your hands slid down his back, nails gently digging into his skin. He didn't fail to notice you resisting the urge to scratch his back, and smiled. "Go ahead, darling, you can scratch me," he encouraged softly, panting. His lips found your neck and left a soft mark. You didn't hesitate after he spoke, letting your nails rake up his back, moaning. He also let out a low moan as you did so. "That's it. Good girl, just like that," he praised softly, moaning against your neck, "God, I'm getting close, sweetheart, I'm not going to last much longer." "Me neither, baby," you moaned out, "Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum, Tenya. Don't stop." He nodded, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. It only took a few more thrusts for you to clench around him, cumming with a loud moan, "Oh my god, Tenya," you left a few more scratches on his back without even realizing it. "Oh, I'm cumming, Y/N," he groaned against your skin as he came, filling you with his cum. After a moment, his hips stilled completely, "God, you're amazing," he gave your skin a few lazy kisses. "You are too, Tenya," your hands ran along his back, feeling the marks you had left there. He pulled out and flopped down next to you, pulling you into his side, smiling. Your head laid on his chest, "That was perfect," you said softly, still catching your breath. You happened to see the time displayed on your alarm clock on the bedside table and let out a soft giggle. The clock read 12:02, "Well, merry Christmas Eve, Tenya," you smiled up at him. "Merry Christmas Eve, Y/N," he chuckled. When his chuckles died down, he paused for a moment before speaking, "So, was this just a one time thing, or do you want us to be more than this?" he was scared that you would want it to be a one time thing. "Tenya, I really, really like you. Of course I want us to be more than this," you smiled, moving up so you could give him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiled and let out a happy sigh, "Good, I'm glad," he paused, "So, do you have any plans for Christmas Eve or Christmas?" You shook your head, "Nope, I don't have anywhere to be. I was planning on just watching Christmas movies all day in my pajamas." "Why don't you come with me for Christmas? I know that we literally just met, but I'd really like you to come. Plus, my family's been on my back to get a girlfriend for the past few years, and I most definitely want you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, "Plus I wanna get to see you in cute Christmas pajamas," he joked. "I'd love to," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss, "But we should get some sleep now, or else we aren't gonna wanna get up in the morning," you giggle softly, laying back down on his chest. He let out a happy sigh and held you close, and that's how the two of you fell asleep. --- The next day, the two of you arrived at Tenya's parents, and you met the family. They all loved you, especially Tenya's nephew. He was practically glued to you at all times. You didn't mind though, you found it adorable. That evening, you all got Christmas pajamas, which you hadn't expected to get, but Tenya's mom still surprised you by having some for you. You thanked her and got changed. Tenya took his nephew into the other room to help him get changed, and change himself. He changed himself first, and when he took off his shirt, his nephew gasped. "Uncle Tenya, did you get a cat?" he asked, clearly excited. Tenya changed into the other shirt, now fully dressed in his pajamas, "No, why?" His nephew shrugged, "You have scratches all over your back, so I thought it might be from a cat." Iida laughed, helping his nephew to get changed before coming back out. Tenya sat on the couch, and you moved to sit on his lap. "Well, apparently I got a cat," he joked. You raised a brow, "Huh?" "I got called out for the scratches on my back, and apparently they're from a cat," he chuckled. You blushed, giggling softly before his nephew came over and plopped himself down on top of you and Tenya with a huge smile. He clung to you and you chuckled quietly, smiling at him. Tenya held you both with a warm smile, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. The next morning, Iida's nephew opened the gifts you and Tenya had picked out and absolutely loved both of them. As you laid your head on Tenya's shoulder, you thought about how you could definitely get used to Christmases like this. Little did you know, Tenya was thinking the exact same thing as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

~fin~ And there we go- I know it's not Christmas anymore, but I still have a whole fuckin list, so I'm still gonna complete them hopefully lmao

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itshyejung · 5 years

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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not - Chen Linong

Type: Scenario

(Not gonna do genres bc tbh idk how to categorize my scenarios? I guess they’re fluff I mean they’re not rly angsty and def not smut so... just cute? Who even knows lmao)

Characters: Nine Percent Chen Linong x you

(Pics are edited by me so pls give credit. Scenarios are not requested, I came up with all these a long time ago but never really shared them publicly, so hope you guys enjoy! I tried to be creative with each scenario and not do super cliche or boring ones but I think all of them are still kinda cliche lmao...)

The florist’s had never been so busy before, but here you were hauling in boxes and boxes of flower orders your aunt had just placed to keep the stocks up in the shop. There was a large truck in the back parking lot that was filled with many floral arrangements. How many did your aunt even order? Too many to count. There was barely any room left at the display windows, so you had no choice but to push them towards the counter, where they almost crowded the cash register. You would have to deal with them later, there were more out back.

You thanked the delivery man, signed your name on his clipboard, and stood looking disbelief at the ros of pots and plants that were lined at your feet as he drove away. Where were you doing to find the time and spot to put them? With a sigh, you picked up the first pot of orchids and tugged it inside, searching carefully. At least the shop hadn’t opened yet, so you still had some time. However, you had to hurry. Any passerby might see the row of flowers outside an empty parking lot and think it was weird. You checked your watch: 45 minutes until opening hours to move 60 pots of flowers. You were in trouble.

Feeling like an idiot, you ran up the stairs to your ream and began fixing the flower pots all over the floor of your room. Besides, if you ran out of one kind of flower, you’d just have to run right up there and bring one down, pretending it was the second stock room. Right? No one would know. Except maybe your aunt, who was on maternity leave due to her pregnancy, might have a fit when she comes to visit, yelling about how the flowers don’t have proper sunlight and water supply. Speaking of, the ones downstairs probably don’t either. Oops.

You fished around the real storage room for the watering can and took it to the sink, impatiently waiting for it to fill up with water. You had ten minutes lefto before opening time. Hurriedly, you dragged the watering can over to the row of flowers spread in a row under grow lights, lightly sprinkling water over the delicate petals. Why was such a small watering can so heavy?

You stepped back to admire how fast you’d gotten it all done. Then you cringed. Hopefully you hadn’t drowned the flowers. They looked fine; presentable at least. As a florist’s assistant, that was good enough for you. Your aunt could check on it later.

It was a weekend and you had to managed the store, as the only other employee your aunt had hired so far worked on the weekdays when you had school. If this was going to be your potential job, the least you could do was work weekends while your aunt was on maternity leave.

You flipped the closed sign over to open and ran upstairs quickly to bring two more flower pots down, just for presentation. Although there was practically no room on your counter, you managed to squish them both on there without knocking over any of them. You heard the bell ring in front of the store as someone pushed open the door hurriedly.

“Yes hello, welcome to-“ You stopped short in your tracks when you realized just who had stepped foot in your store: one of your favorite regular customers, Chen Linong. He also served as your current secret crush. Your heart bloomed like the flowers in the shop whenever you saw him, and you definitely felt lighter around his presence. There was something about him that distinguished him from other guys that girls usually had a crush on: although he seemed shy, he didn’t care about things like people seeing a teenage boy hanging around in a florist’s shop. No one called him a loser for it either, because they knew a guy like him had his reasons.

“H-hi,” Linong blurted, turning an alarming shade of red in the face. Was he sick? Was it hot in here? Come to think of it…

Maybe the fact that a teenage boy coming to the flower shop was starting to eat at him. But you didn’t mind. You could stare at him admiring your floral arrangements all day, and every day you tried to perfect the arrangements to his liking. “Um, do you need any help finding a specific type of flower?”

“No thanks, I’m fine.” He smiled straight at you… wait, it wasn’t like there was someone else in the room anyway.

“Oh, um, feel free to look around!” You cringed. What were you saying? Didn’t he already say he was fine? Why did you keep bothering him?

“Yeah I will, thank you,” he said and knelt down so that his eye level was parallel to that of a pot of sunflowers. He was so close that his nose was almost buried in the petals. You thought it was a funny image and almost burst out laughing, but then you remembered that you hated your laugh, and besides, you’d rather not disturb the silence in the shop right now.

Just you and Linong… this was the way it should be.

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The florist’s was one heck of a busy place. Were there really that many people who wanted to buy flowers? All the times you had read about florists in books, they’d always had a quiet, tranquil attitude, not some busy, rushed attitude. Plus, the literal flower boys who worked there were always described so prettily and cutesy and here you were… scared you were going to knock over one of the pots on your counter.

“Ma’am, can I get a pot of lilies, please?”

“I still haven’t gotten my order of a six set amaryllis and astible mix.”

“Do you have any sunflower arrangements left?” Linong grinned crookedly at you and jokingly hid the sunflower pot he was admiring earlier behind his body secretly.

“Yes, I’ll be right there…” you called, barely hearing your own voice. What was it, roses, orchids, sunflowers? Or daffodils, carnations, sunflowers? All you remembered were the sunflowers hidden behind Linong’s body, and you hurried to get them. He had on a yellow sweater today, the same color as the sunflowers, and he sighed like he had been caught red-handed with his masterful camoflauge plan. But he smiled to let you know he was still joking. You rolled your eyes and dragged the damn heavy thing back to the counter, where the first two customers in line stood patiently waiting for their… delphiniums and irises. Sweat peas and lilac.

“Lilies, amaryllis, and astible!” you muttered a little too loudly to yourself, the sound of you snapping your fingers echoing off the walls of the small, cramped shop. You looked around at all the faces staring at you. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.”

You ran upstairs, oblivious to the fact that Linong was watching you trip over the stairs towards your room in the shop. In fact, there were many things Linong knew that you were oblivious to. There was the fact that he knew you lived up there, on the second floor of the building in which the florist’s shop lay at the bottom of. He also knew that every night, after you closed the shop, you would open the balcony doors to your room, sometimes blasting your music while you did your homework, which the neighborhood never minded of. You’d then water your hanging plants delicately before closing the doors again. Sometimes he rode his bike here, and as he was wheeling away, he would see your figure in the dim light of your room. He knew you lived independently, as you had been given the spare room on top of the florist’s ever since you started working there by your aunt. He knew all these things about your life and yet he still didn’t know how to talk to you.

You appeared at the bottom of the stairs again, dragging the designated flower pots with you and handing them to the right customers. linong sighed, waiting patiently as he rocked back and forth on his small heels, curling his feet along the insides of the rubber soles as he stalled for time. He couldn’t wait to get started with the new project he had planned in mind, and he really needed your help. But it seemed like you were too busy to notice him standing there. A bit dejected, he turned back to the flowers, now remembering you had snatched his sunflowers away. He chuckled to himself and began to browse along the rows, selecting a new flower in his mind.

The sound of a ringing bell and the clicking of cashier keys rang throughout the shop all day. Linong was getting tired of waiting. He stood up and suddenly saw a spare apron hanging off a crooken nail in the wall. He scrambled up to get it and tied it on himself. You looked at him incredulously. What was he getting himself into?

“Let me help you,” he said, sliding into a spot at the counter next to you. You smiled so big you were afraid your teeth would fall out right there in front of him.

“U-um… you don’t have to! I can manage by myself!” You gently pushed him out of the way and busied yourself with rummaging through the coin box to find change for the customer at the front of the line.

“Are you sure about that?” HIs eyes looked so sincere you almost felt bad about lying to him about how tired you were. BUt it wasn’t right to complain to a customer like him about your job. Besides, you’d picked this job because you genuinely loved flowers, and you especially loved your aunt, the professional florist who had given you this job in her very own florist business. She was even nice enough to let you have the small room upstairs. You couldn’t let her down, but… “I’ve been watching you all day, and I’m pretty sure you would love some help, wouldn’t you?”

You blushed madly, unable to believe he’d make you feel this way. “A-ah… whatever you say,” you said hastily, pushing a few flower pots aside. However, you forgot for a second how crowded the counter had been and you knocked one over the edge. Linong was quick to retrieve it, wiping his brow. “That was close, wasn’t it? Now aren’t you glad I came to your rescue?”

You blushed even more. “Sure.”

“Hey, it’s really sweet that you two lovebirds are chitchatting over there, but I need my order urgently, miss!” a lady in a long white trencth coat called from the middle of the line. You and Linong both scrambled a good distance away from each other and began to take care of customers’ needs and wants from opposite sides of the counter. Occasionally, you’d both turn heads to look at each other for a split second, then quickly look away.

When you finally turned over the “Open” sign hanging on the inside of the door, Linong was collapsed on the counter. Luckily, most of the flowers had cleaned away, so his tall frame had a lot of space to lean on. “Wow, I don’t know how you go through this every day. I-I mean the job is nice, it’s just… for a high school student like you, isn’t it a bit, um, too much?” he suddenly stuttered.

You opened another door to a small kitchen and grabbed two cups, preparing to make tea for the both o fyou. “It’s honestly fun work for me. Maybe it’s hard on you a bit, because you’ve never experienced this before, but that’s okay. You’ll find your strength someday and have a career that keeps you going. For me, it’s being a florist. My aunt was the one who educated me in this area, so I’ve always followed her footsteps.” You added water to the tea bags in the cups and carried them out to the main shop. Linong gingerly took the handle of the one you held out to him.

“Amazing,” he said in the most innocent voice he could manage. “Well, it’s good that you don’t mind this job. I think it suits you a lot. I mean, you’re practically as pretty as a flower yourself,” he complimented. You shied away, hiding your face in your hair for a brief moment.

“Hey, I just had an odd question. What are your top seven flower recommendations for girls?” He drained the last of his tea and set the cup down. It shined pristinely, like there had never been tea in there. Amazing. Did he like tea that much?

You were suddenly flustered. “U-uh, I have a list on the business website. You can find it there…. there are pretty much recommendations for everyone.”

“Thanks, Well I’ll be talking my leave now. Take it easy, alright?” He saluted you and backtracked out the door. You saluted him back with a small smile, The way he had voice his question was like he had someone in his mind that he liked. Who was it going to be? Maybe Yawei, the president of the debate team and co-captain of the cheerleading squad: both the brainy and athletic type of Asian. Or maybe it would be Tiancai, that one genius Asian artist who always got praised for her artwork even though she made a mess of it (“Now that’s real art!” the teacher said) and wore paint-splotched clothes to school without a care.

You trudged up the stairs with heavy feet, ready to literally crash into your bed. Then you remembered your lit homework sat untouched in your backpack for tomorrow.

Take it easy, my ass.

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After another couple of days, you were minding the florist shop as usual when Linong walked into the shop with a slight bounce to his step. Okay, unusual. Maybe he was just extra happy and bright today. After all, wasn’t that what he was known for at school? Being overly optimistic?

“Can I help you with anything?” you approahced him, just like a regular employee at a store would do. He shook his head like usual, explaining that he was just browsing. “In fact, I found a pretty cool flower along the way here. Do you guys have these?”

He held up a daisy and you laughed. “What don’t we have?”

You tended to a few more customers that morning, and sometimes your line of sight would stray over to where Linong squatted. When the last of the morning rush customers had gone, you turned back to Linong. He was like a stray cat that always hung out in your shop and stayed by your side the entire day, doing aimless things. Now, he had that silly daisy in his hand again, only this time half the petals were plucked off and were in a messy arrangement around his feet.

“She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me…” You chuckled as he counted the petals of an odd-petaled flower. Reaching the end, he jumped up and rushed up to your counter. Remembering your job, you also quickly rushed behind it. Linong never bought anything, which you didn’t mind, but you, as a florist, needed to attend to all customer’s needs.

“One orchid arrangement, please!” he said, placing an array of dollar bills and coins on the counter.

“Coming right up.” You reached beneath you and pulled out what you thought had been your best arrangement of orchids and proudly handed it to him. “Here’s your change.” Pause. “For anyone in particular?” You poised a pen over the blank tag on the pot, ready to get indirect dirt on the girl he liked.

“Yes, a very special girl. She’s the most beautiful one, too. Just write that down,” he said nonchalantly. You half-heartedly wrote that on the tag, secretly half-wishing it would be you. Of course it wouldn’t. You bet 60% that it was Yawei, but Tiancai wouldn’t be half bad either.

“Thanks! I hope these will do the trick. I got them from the list of recommendations you personally put on the website, you know.” He winked and left.

Earlier than usual. And little did he know orchids were your favorites.

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Every day after that he would purchase a new flower arrangement. Tulips. Roses. Delphiniums. Poppies. Asters. And finally, hydrangea. He even requested for a single sunflower. Each day he bought your next favorite. He seemed to get cheerier each day, his hands full of fresh dollar bills and coins. You found yourself forcing a smile each day he came. You had a crush on him so badly you couldn’t stand seeing him take flowers out of your shop for some other girl that he liked when he was the one you liked. How dare he?

Okay, okay, so it was your fault you never told him. Best just to be a regular old florist and not Linong’s secret admirer.

Strangely, on the eighth day, he hadn’t come in at all. With the amount of dedication he had to buying flowers for his girl, you’d think he would have bought something at your shop every day, 365 days a year. But there was no sign of him. Sighing, you flipped the “Open” sign over. You decided to call a few of your friends to help you with a project.

It was another huge flower arrangement order, but this time it was a surprise for someone special. In a few days, your aunt would have her first abby shower with her newlywed husband. This was an event you couldn’t miss, and you wanted to see her after missing her so much on maternity leave. In fact, your flower arrangements had been so successful a couple motnhs ago at her wedding that you suddenly loved your new skill and was soon obsessed with it. Ever since, you’ve had a knack for creating artistic flower arrangements and made the business of the florist shop even larger. That way, your aunt felt that it was afe to hand off major responsibilities to you. Besides, you were almost graduating. Shouldn’t all 17-year-olds have a small, stable job now?

As you waited for your friends to arrive, you heard a soft knocking on the glass of the shop’s door. It was Linong, carrying what looked like a giant lion head. Nope, never mind; in the street light it was more of a giant flower arrangement in a straw basket, with the single sunflower he’d just bought recently sticking out. You opened the door and stepped out into the cold, steam rising from the breath you took. “It looks nice.”

“Isn’t it?” He looked proud. “Thanks to you.” Your grimace dropped. “You really helped me out this time. I owe you. When I gift this to the girl I love, I’ll definitely make sure to give you credit!”

You remembered all those times he had secretly broken your heart, all those times he had left your shop with a new bundle of flowers, all those stupid gooddamn times you had to write “to the most special, beautiful girl I know” on the blank tags while gagging inside.

Your friends arrived soon after and you had to shut Linong out of your life now. He looked a bit disappointed as you ran pu the stairs to your room, beginning to work on the 250 flower arrangements for your aunt’s baby shower. His heart felt heavy as he carried the equally heavy basket back to his house. If only you knew…

The day of your aunt’s baby shower finally arrived, and you woke up worried. You had arranged carpools with your friends to get the 250 flower arrangements to the baby shower location before the actual baby shower started so that your aunt wouldn’t notice. Then you remembered that Linong would be there. Oh, screw him! Weren’t you trying to get over him anyway? Why were you still worrying about him? You struggled to lift the delicate flowers into the trunks of your friends’ cars. On the way there, you discussed your Linong dilemma with them, and they were very supportive in saying that they would stand up with you against him whenver needed.

Finally, everything was in place. Your aunt and new uncle arrived in a sleek black car and even got to walk down a makeshift red carpet of red rose petals. When they stepped out, all the guests cheered at the sight of an obvious baby bump. You couldn’t wait for a new baby cousin. Maybe you could be the next teacher in the family’s florist generation, and you could get to teach your cousin. Unless if he was a boy; then he wouldn’t be interested.

After listening to a long speech about how much your aunt was proud of you, she said, “All these flower arrangements today were made by my niece, and I can’t believe she surprised me like this. Coincidentally, I wanted to surprise her as well for working so hard during my maternity leave. Actually, I had a hand in helping someone else plan a surprise for her. So I’m going to introduce him right now. Her friend from school, Chen Linong, come on up!”

You saw Linong move towards the podium with a large basket of flowers in his arms. The very same flower basket arrangement he had shown you a few days ago.

“Thanks auntie,” he said. “Hi. I’m Chen Linong, and I’m a classmate of her niece who prepared all these beautiful flower arrangements. I wanted to surprise her by making a flower arrangement of my own to confess to her with, although it could never compare to hers. But I hope she’ll still like it.”

He stepped off the podium and the entire audience “aw”ed with enthusiasm. Your heart pounded as fast as a race car’s maximum mph rate as he walked closer and closer.

Until all you could see right in front of you were hydrangea. Tulips. Roses. Poppies. Asters. Delphiniums. Orchids. The single sunflower poking out cutely.

And the smiling face of Linong, the only (sun)flower that mattered right now.

#ninepercent #chenlinong #nongnong #ninepercentchenlinong #idolproducer #kpopmoments #cpopmoments #cpop #idolproducerthings

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hardcorehomicide · 7 years

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im rly thankful for being at home right now and not having to live with my old roommate anymore but that also means i have to spend a whole summer with my sister and everyday there’s the constant reminder that she’s still just as immature as when i last left and she’s literally never going to leave here until my parents kick her out and it brings me such anxiety to be around her and i know im going to have problems trying to sleep after this because even right now it’s past midnight and she’s blasting really bad rock music and i want to run away

i lowkey regret not staying in seattle over the summer because all my friends are doing summer quarter/working, and i kind of feel like im falling behind because of that? i dunno, i dont know what im doing at all in college and im still at odds with my major. I know I really want to do something biology/chemistry related, so switching to something similar would be a good idea to get a general feel for what I like, and I’ve gotten loads of support from my friends, especially when i came back to California last month because my head was exploding.

In the meantime, I’m going to independently study a little bit of organic chemistry just so im not surprised at all the material when i take it fall quarter, and register to take a&p at my community college and maybe take one course online for my university, if I can register in time. I also want to clean up my room and sort of get rid of everything, since I am permanently moving to seattle after this summer (which i still need to find a place for lmao,,,,). But i want to go as minimal as I can and throw out anything I don’t need. Specifically clothes because I have so many that I just hold onto. Idk im really sentimental and I hold onto just about everything I get because I think about how it reminds me of that time and I feel guilty getting rid of it. I guess it’s a part of growing up when you throw stuff away you dont need anymore, you outgrow it from the past sort of. But yeah the minimal thing would be cool, I want to have a smaller wardrobe, and only have clothes that I actually wear. I have so many clothes that look good on me but i never wear bc it’s too fancy or im worried about tearing it and stuff. I’ll definitely plan on moving into my apartment two/one week before school starts so I can sort through everything. I want to get really cute plates and rugs and measuring spoons, and shower curtains.

but yeah ugh im just lowkey stressing while im detoxing here in california, i love the silence and i love the time that i have being able to sleep in and relax in my own room without anyone talking to me. This quarter was just sosoosos stressful and im finally being able to release all the pressure. I find it rly hard to hang out with people though because im so sick of talking to people that i only want to see my friends for a few hours. i really wish my friends could come here and visit me in california during my birthday, it would be super rad to go to the beach and have a day to ourselves

so yeh this was a rant

#megan says shit

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caravelstan · 7 years

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destiny (f)

[a/n]: hello......it is me....with a yugy writing :p this is for my friend gabriel and i hope she likes this bc i worked my ass off but!!! it’s rly for anyones pleasure to read, i hope u all enjoy it and if you’d like to see any other got7 writings then send in some requests thank u (also feedback is cool) (update: i feel like the ending is rly rushed uh oh /:)

pairing: kim yugyeom x reader

genre: fluff, soulmate au

word count: 1892

summary: everyone was destined for someone, it just so happens that yugyeom was destined for you.

des·ti·ny noun the hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.

Everyone was destined for someone; that’s how the world worked. From the moment you were born, the time at which you would meet your soulmate. No other details were given -- just the time. You didn’t know how long it would take you to meet them, or under what circumstances, and sometimes, people go their entires lives without meeting their soulmates. Though, those are the people who defy the system and try to wiggle their way through the whole soulmate thing, but that’s only once in a full moon if someone ever does that. Usually everyone is excited to find out their fate within the world and find their soulmate, but he was different.

Of course, Yugyeom was just as excited as the next person, but he wasn’t going to search the ends of the earth to find the one. He knew his time would come and he didn’t want to rush it -- call him cliche, but he wanted your first meeting to be perfect.

Or so he thought.

11:19.

The time on his wrist read 11:42. Something inside of him stirs and he grows anxious, eyes darting around the tiny coffee shop he currently resided in. Yugyeom’s day had started just like any other, but as time went on, a burning sensation started growing inside of him. At first he thought he could’ve just been sick, since that’s reasonable thinking, right? Though, as time went on, the feeling never left. He knew you were close and that scared the shit out of him.

“Yugyeom!” His name was called from across the shop, his eyes widening at the voice before he settled back into his seat when he realized it was just Mark. His friend smiles widely over at him as he strides over to their table.

“You alright, man? Been spacing out all day.” The older of the two comments, sliding over Yugyeom’s drink. He shrugs.

“Just.. feel weird.” The younger responds, eyes glancing down at his wrist before he focuses onto his drink, not bothering to pick it up.

“Weird?” Mark hums out, eyes squinting in suspicion. He watched as the boy in front of him kept glancing down at his wrist and he couldn’t help but smile as it made sense. “Are you feeling it?”

It.

Yugyeom cringes at that. There really isn’t a word to describe what he’s feeling, since everyone goes through it in their own special way, but deep down you know your soulmate is near -- it’s nerve-wracking.

“Yeah, it.”

Mark can’t help but let out a tiny squeal at that which has Yugeyom cringing again and sending him a quick glare and a “Don’t be so loud!” which causes the older to laugh.

“I’m sorry! This is just so exciting! You’’re the first one to meet their soulmate!” He gasps then, eyes widening a little as he leaned over the table to whisper to Yugyeom, “Do the guys know?”

Yugyeom shakes his head. “Nah, you’re the only one who knows. Besides, maybe I’m just getting sick? I could be over exaggerating.”

Though, Yugyeom knew that wasn’t the case at all. He’s never had this feeling before, it was different. It was a longing feeling, like he was being tugged in a certain direction and he knew that wasn’t what being sick was like. He eyed the entrance to the shop each time the door opened, his heart beat quickening in hopes it’d be you. He just wants to know who you are, what you looked like, if you’d even like him. Yugyeom grimaces at the thought of you not liking him, a frown set on his lips.

“Yugyeom,” Mark hums, snapping the boy out of his daze. “Don’t overthink it, man. You’ll be fine. This whole soulmate thing happens for a reason and you know there’s only been a handful of cases of soulmates not feeling the same.”

“But what if I’m one of the unlucky ones? There’s still a possibility.”

Mark can’t help but roll his eyes. The younger of the two boys has always been scared of this outcome, more worried over the fact of his soulmate liking him than actually meeting. He’s read the stories of the ones who weren’t fortunate enough to actually be with their soulmate -- he didn’t want that to be him. He didn’t want to be alone.

“You won’t be. The world may be cruel but it’s not that cruel.”

Yugyeom let’s out an exaggerated sigh as he leans back against his chair, arms crossing over his chest as his eyes glance up to the clock on the wall.

11:35.

“I’m going to be fucking sick.”

Mark’s eyes glance towards the boys wrist and to the clock, another wide smile spreading across his lips as he looked back at Yugyeom who was now leaning his head against his arms, gently banging it.

“This better happen or else I’m going to be real pissed if I don’t get to witness little Yugyeom growing up.” Mark teases, reaching a hand over to pinch the younger’s cheek.

“You’re making it worse.” Yugyeom groaned as he leaned up, his eyes darting to the clock again and he swears everything just freezes for a moment.

He feels like he can’t breathe and Mark is sat quietly in front of him, watching him with careful eyes. The door of the little shop opens and Yugeyom is too scared to look up, eyes trained on his lap because it might be you. There’s a 99.9% that you were the one to walk into the same exact coffeeshop as him and he knows that you know too. You’re probably looking around for him, having the same longing feeling inside of you as you make your way up to the cash register, ordering something to drink to try and shake the feeling off.

And he wasn’t wrong, well.. sort of.

You’d been out with your friends all day, having been so busy with school this past week that you needed a break. It’d been weird -- you’d noticed how off you felt and your friends didn’t miss it either, they’d constantly ask you questions only for you to shut them down because you weren’t sure what was wrong either. It wasn’t until you were passing a tiny coffee shop of your way back to your friends apartment is when you felt it.

The burning sensation only intensified and you couldn’t stop your feet from walking into the shop, ignoring your friends words as your eyes glanced around the shop. Your eyes land on the clock on the wall and they immediately glance down to your wrist.

“Oh my god..” You mumble to yourself, stumbling slightly when your friends bumped into you.

“Y/N!” Yongsun says when you finally turn around. Your friends are giving you a puzzled expression as you stare back at them, unable to say anything. You point down at your wrist, watching their eyes meeting your finger, slight gasps coming from the both of them.

You’re unable to pay attention to anything they’re saying because you can feel eyes burning into you, causing your cheeks to flush with color before you looked up. It takes you a moment before you’re staring at the stranger who seems to have the same shocked expression as you. Your eyes lock with his easily and it’s almost as if the world just stops for a moment. You barely register him getting up from his seat and making his ways towards you and you want to break contact so badly but something inside of you can’t let go.

From afar he was good-looking but up close.. he was beautiful. Is that the right word? You don’t think handsome would do him justice, he’s much more than that.

“It’s you.”

His voice breaks you from your thoughts, and your blush grows deeper when you realized you’ve just been staring at him this entire time, yours eyes casting down to the floor. “I’m Yugyeom.”

“Y/N.” You hum, moving your gaze back up to meet his, a soft smile settling on your lips.

Yugyeom is taken aback by the sound of your voice, inwardly groaning at how pretty it sounded. He watches as you glance down at your wrist and towards the clock and he does the same, a sheepish smile growing on both of your lips as your gazes met once again.

11:42.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” You say, reaching a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have a really pretty voice.” Yugyeom blurts out, almost physically kicking himself right after, but he stops himself at the sound of your laugh and he swears it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You says, immediately becoming relaxed in the boys presence.

“This is so cute, I actually might end up dying.” The boy who had been sitting with Yugyeom spoke up, getting up from his seat and walking over to you both. You can hear your friends behind you laugh and both you and Yugyeom dip your heads down to hide the blushes creeping onto your cheeks.

“As much as I would love to stay, I think you two have some catching up to do.” Yugyeom rolls his eyes at the boys words before reaching out to gently hit at his friends arm, a laugh coming from the older. He sends you a quick smile before he’s making his way to the exit.

You feel Yongsun reach out to tap on your shoulder, whispering out a quiet “Good luck.” before she and your other friend leave the coffeeshop just like the boy had just a few moments ago, leaving you and Yugyeom alone.

“I’m sorry about Mark, he’s.. just Mark.” His words cause you to laugh again and Yugyeom is sure that he’ll never get tired of that sound. He’s glancing back at the abandoned table before his eyes find yours again, giving you a soft smile. “Would you want to sit and talk for awhile? I could like, buy you something to drink if you wanted.”

You can’t help but smile at his nervous gesture, giving him a slight nod of your head. “I’d love to.”

It wasn’t long until you came over to the table with a coffee in hand, Yugyeom’s eyes on you the whole way and you can’t help but grin as you sat down, raising an eyebrow towards him.

“What?”

He shrugs. “I’m still just in shock that it’s you.”

Yugyeom watches you lean your head down to hide your blush and he can’t help but smile widely. The burning sensation has since left him once you two first locked eyes and it’s nothing but an all over warm feeling flowing throughout him, feeling at peace. He feels so relaxed with you already, knowing he shouldn’t have been so nervous before. You look up again to meet his gaze and your smile matches his, and his heart flutters just at the sight.

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to that, aren’t you?”

“I think so.”

The two of you share a look and even though nothing was said, your smiles said a thousand words. Yugyeom thinks he could really get used to this.

#yugyeom fluff #got7 scenarios #got7 fluff #yugyeom soulmate au #yugyeom one shot #got7 one shot #this ending was choppy #im mad #my writing

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