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blu-joons · 2 years

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When Another Member Teases Him For Being Sweet To You ~ Golden Child Reaction

Daeyeol:

He was busy in a world of his own as Daeyeol continued to prepare the boxes of lunches that he had on the kitchen counter to give out.

“One for me?” Youngtaek smiled as he walked into the kitchen and saw Daeyeol grabbing the fruit from the bowl.

“Absolutely not,” Daeyeol immediately replied, organising everything so that it fitted in the box. “These boxes are for me, and there’s one for Y/N too as she’s got a busy day today.”

A roll of the eyes came from Youngtaek, with a smirk appearing on his face too. “Is Y/N not able to make her own lunches?”

Daeyeol nudged against his side as he passed Youngtaek by, “she can, and she does, but I just decided that I wanted to do something nice for her.

“You’ve never done anything nice for any of us,” Youngtaek teased as he sat down at the table, “what’s Y/N done to you to make you such an adorable person?”

“Nothing, I just like being able to help her a little bit sometimes.”

“I’m sure that Y/N will appreciate this.”

He couldn’t sit still as Seongyoon twirled his phone around in his hand, constantly checking on it to see for any notifications on there.

“Are you waiting for something by any chance?” Seungmin asked him, watching Seongyoon out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m just waiting for Y/N to text me and let me know that she got home safely,” he explained, “I can’t concentrate on the game we’re playing knowing that she’s still out and about.”

The corner’s of Seungmin’s smile turned up as he met Seongyoon’s eyes, “that’s a proper boyfriend thing to do you know.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Seongyoon in reply, “I’m just caring for her and making sure she’s safe, I’m not the only person who does that.”

“You’re the sweetest,” Seungmin smiled back across at Seongyoon, “if anyone tells you that you’re not an adorable boyfriend, you tell them that they’re wrong.”

“Are you being nice to me or trying to tease me right now?”

“Honestly, a little bit of both.”

Jangjun:

Several pairs of eyes were on Jangjun as he walked back into the dressing room, looking around and coming face to face with Jaehyun first.

“Do we even need to ask how Y/N managed to somehow get a ticket to come to the show tonight?” He asked him.

“I might have managed to pull a few strings to get her here,” Jangjun shyly admitted, “but I did it for me as well as just for Y/N, you know it helps me when she’s in the crowd.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle back across at Jangjun, “we were told exclusively that there were no more tickets left.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Jangjun as he sat down, “I guess they must have just found a space at last minute to be able to give Y/N a ticket.”

“Sure,” Jaehyun hummed, “or they were persuaded by a sweet boyfriend who was desperate to do something nice for their partner and convinced them to do otherwise.”

“Either way, I end up being a sweet boyfriend to Y/N, don’t I?”

“Of course, what you did is lovely.”

Tag:

As the conversation came to an end, Jibeom couldn’t help but scoff in response to Youngtaek finally falling silent around them all.

“Can we change the subject to something other than Y/N now?” Jibeom asked the group, “only one of us can gush.”

“I’ve hardly even talked about Y/N,” Youngtaek tried to argue, only to see most of the boys either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes. “Alright, maybe I’ve talked a bit.”

Jibeom’s eyebrows raised, still questioning Youngtaek. “We get that you’re all in love and obsessed with Y/N, but wow.”

A scoff came from Youngtaek as Jibeom dramatically rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with talking about your partner and all the nice things you do together?”

“Maybe the fact that there are nine other people here who don’t want to listen to you talk about Y/N all day,” Jibeom suggested, “and that we have better things to discuss.”

“There is nothing better for any of us to discuss than Y/N.”

“That’s where we all disagree.”

Seungmin:

His smile was weak as Seungmin walked into the studio, late for the group’s rehearsal, feeling everyone staring across at him.

“What time do you call this?” Donghyun questioned, “you better have a good excuse for being this late Seungmin.”

“I was helping Y/N, her wardrobe broke so I stayed at her place to help her fix it back together,” he explained, “I couldn’t leave her with it all broken and not usable.”

A roll of the eyes came from Donghyun, “of course, we should’ve known Y/N would be the only reason for this.”

Seungmin’s head shook as he sat down, expecting the boys’ reactions. “I was in a tricky situation, be late for work and make you mad, or be nice to Y/N and help.”

“And obviously you picked the be nice to Y/N option,” Donghyun shrugged, “because you’re adorable to her, and yet for some reason you decide to be mean to all of us.”

“I’m not mean to any of you, don’t be so dramatic like that.”

“But you’re not as nice as you are to Y/N.”

Jaehyun:

As another yawn escaped from you, Jaehyun lifted his arm up, tapping his shoulder as you looked across to see what he was doing.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking Jaehyun’s invitation and resting your head down on his shoulder to get some sleep.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Jaehyun told you, but your eyes were already shut, looking around to see Joochan staring back at him. “She’s had a busy day of meetings today.”

Joochan’s head shook as he watched the two of you closely, “I can’t believe how nice you are to Y/N, it’s strange to see.”

Jaehyun’s browes furrowed as he listened to Joochan, “why’s it strange to see? I’m a nice enough guy, but I have to care for Y/N just a little bit more.”

“It’s just all of the little things that you do for her,” Joochan softly smiled, “sometimes I watch you guys and think that I’m watching some sort of movie instead.”

“Who’s the besotted one in my relationship, you or me, Joochan?”

“It’s you, I couldn’t be as sweet as you.”

Jibeom:

You could steal be heard chuckling to yourself as you excused yourself from the room, leaving the boys alone for a few moments.

“I’ve never heard Y/N laugh as much as she does when she’s with you,” Bomin told him once you were out of earshot.

“Me?” Jibeom smiled, pointing to himself as Bomin nodded back at him. “Maybe we just have a similar sense of humour together, I’m not really doing anything to make her laugh.”

Bomin nodded back at him, “maybe sometimes you don’t need to do anything to do the nicest things together.”

Jibeom hummed in agreement, staring off momentarily. “That’s a good point, I mean you guys tell me I’m not even funny, but yet Y/N suggests otherwise.”

“I do wonder what’s wrong with her sometimes,” Bomin joked, “but it’s nice to see how well you get on together, the laughter that you guys have is infectious on us too.”

“Well, I’m glad that we can make all of you guys smile at the same time.”

“As long as Y/N is laughing at least.”

Donghyun:

As he joined up with the rest of the boys, Daeyeol couldn’t help but watch Donghyun as he walked across with some flowers.

“You’re not putting those in the dorm, are you?” He joked, bringing a smile onto Donghyun’s face as his head shook.

“They’re for Y/N,” he told him, knowing that deep down Daeyeol already knew that. “She’s had a rough couple of nights, so I thought that maybe they’d cheer her up.”

The smile on Daeyeol’s face turned up too, “that’s a lovely thing for you to do, I’m sure that she’ll love them too.”

Donghyun nodded in agreement with him enthusiastically, “I constantly see flowers over at Y/N’s place so I’m hopeful that these will do the trick.”

“Don’t worry, I know she’ll adore them,” Daeyeol assured him, “just like how she adores all of the other sweet things that you constantly do for her too.”

“You think that I do sweet things for Y/N all the time?”

“Of course, I mean look at you now.”

Joochan:

As Joochan appeared alone in the kitchen, several puzzled expressions from the boys at the dining table looked back across at him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Seongyoon asked, looking past Joochan’s shoulder to try and see you, only for you not to be there.

“Y/N’s still asleep,” Joochan told them as he grabbed himself a mug from the cupboard, “she had a pretty restless night, so I thought that I’d let her sleep in for a while.”

A hum of intrigue came from Seongyoon, “so, you were actually able to be quiet enough not to disturb Y/N this morning.”

Joochan shot a glare in reply to how surprised Seongyoon sounded. “I can be quiet when I want to be, especially when the person I have to be quiet for is Y/N.”

“Who knew,” Seongyoon continued to tease, “why do you willingly be so nice to Y/N, and yet you make the choice to be so horrible to all of us at the same time?”

“I guess I just like Y/N more, I mean I don’t think anyone can blame me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point.”

Bomin:

You followed where Bomin pointed, thanking him for directing you as you felt his hand fall away from the small of your back.

“Aren’t you just so helpful?” Jangjun teased, coming up alongside Bomin after following behind you both.

“By showing Y/N where the toilet is?” A bemused Bomin asked him in reply, “I think I just did what any nice person would do for someone if I’m honest with you.”

Jangjun’s head shook back at him, “it’s not just this, but you’re just constantly stepping in when Y/N needs someone.”

Bomin shrugged, failing to see the big deal that Jangjun saw. “Would you prefer it if I just left Y/N to try and do all of these things by herself instead?”

“No,” Jangjun laughed, “I just mean that it’s so nice how you’re always there for her, I know you’re supposed to be, but you just seem to go above and beyond.”

“Well, I try my best for Y/N, what more can I do other than that?”

“And you’re doing a good job too.”

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Masterlist

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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5 Year Anniversary Drabble Game - Golden Child m.list

Will be updated as the drabble game goes on :) please let me know if any links aren’t working!

Requests are closed!

⭐ – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – warnings

Scenarios Masterlist | Drabbles Masterlist | Drabble Game Post

~ ~ ~

Reminiscence | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ Jangjun convinces you to take a vacation back home, where he shows you something you’d long forgotten.

The Earth Laughs in Flowers | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ On a rainy day that feels like the end, Jibeom finds a reason to smile.

Convenience Store Shenanigans | vampire!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ You go over to the supernatural convenience store to visit your vampire boyfriend, Donghyun. Shenanigans ensue.

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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can i please request golcha joochan and yellow for the drabble game??

first kiss drabbles

[the colour of happiness and energy] "Not the face! Not the face!" Joochan pleads, holding his arms and huge water gun up to block the relentless streams of water you're aiming at him.

"You soaked me!" you yell with glee. "This is just revenge!"

Despite donning bright yellow rain jackets before this impromptu water fight, you're soaked to the bone. Joochan is ruthless when it comes to water guns, apparently -- the sun shines bright and warm on you, yet you still feel a shiver coming on the moment you decide to stand still.

You smirk as another one of your shots hits his hand, the resulting spray hitting his face with cool mist. "And it is sweet!"

"That's it!" Joochan lunges for you, snatching your water gun and hiding it and his own behind his back.

"Hey, no fair!" you protest, trying to grab you gun back, but Joochan artfully dodges your attempts. He turns his bod in jerking motions to keep himself between you and the water guns. You fake a pout. "That's cheating."

You'll be honest, though: you don't really care. You haven't stopped laughing (screeching) since this all started. Instead of trying to get your near-empty water gun back, you wrap both your arms around him, trapping his arms against his sides. You beam at Joochan, and before you know it, he's kissing you.

It's warm, like sunlight, and sweet, like... you get lost in the feeling of his lips as they press oh so softly upon yours. Your brain turns into a mush that can't even attempt making similes.

When you both pull back, you blink slowly at Joochan, who's smiling at you so wide, you wonder if his cheeks hurt.

In that moment of reverie, you snag both water guns from behind him, take a step back and point both at his chest with a cheeky smile.

Joochan laughs in disbelief. "Now that's cheating!"

#golden child scenarios #golden child imagines #golden child x reader #joochan x reader #joochan scenarios #joochan imagines #hong joochan scenarios #hong joochan imagines #hong joochan x reader #golcha scenarios #golcha imagines #golcha x reader #gncd scenarios #gncd imagines #gncd x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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starry-nights-garden · 8 months

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✧ Golden Child Masterlist ✧

main masterlist personal faves in bold

*✧･ﾟ:* Daeyeol *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Y *:･ﾟ✧*

Drabbles:

✧ “Can I see your hand?” - “Sure, why?” - “Just to see how well it fits with mine.” | fluff - 1k

*✧･ﾟ:* Jangjun *:･ﾟ✧*

Scenarios & Oneshots:

✧ Bitter-sweet | fluff, coffeeshop AU - 2.1k Desc.: You’ve been falling for your coworker Jangjun ever since you started working at the same coffee shop as him, thinking he feels the same about you. However, when one day you finally notice how he’s flirtatious around everyone he talks to, all your hopes are crushed to the ground.

*✧･ﾟ:* Tag *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Seungmin *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Jaehyun *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Jibeom *:･ﾟ✧*

Drabbles:

✧ "What's it gonna take to make you smile?" | comfort, angst - 0.8k

*✧･ﾟ:* Donghyun *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Joochan *:･ﾟ✧*

✧ n/a

*✧･ﾟ:* Bomin *:･ﾟ✧*

Drabbles:

✧ "I didn't know where else to go." | comfort, angst - 0.6k

*✧･ﾟ:* Reactions *:･ﾟ✧*

Making them blush | fluff, reaction

*✧･ﾟ:* Other *:･ﾟ✧*

n/a

#golcha scenarios #golcha drabbles #golcha x reader #golcha fluff #golcha angst #golcha reactions #golcha imagines #golcha comfort #golden child reactions #golden child imagines #golden child scenarios #golden child fluff #golden child drabbles #masterlist

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mashihope · 2 years

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❥ Donghyun as your gamer boyfriend

Hi! It's Luna again!

I was thinking about the scenario I did a few days ago, the Donghyun one (⬅️ click his name if you haven't seen it yet! ps. it's in spanish) and, somehow, something clicked in my head. I started having this "weird" thought about him, then my mind began to think about lots of things and, well, I had the need to write them.

(On a side note, I'll try to write this in english to practice it a little, I hope you don't mind and I really, really hope that everyting makes sense. If not, I'm sorry for whatever mistakes you see along the way!)

Let's begin!

So, my first thought implied Donghyun being really good at giving advice.

Like, as in the previous scenario, he would give you his honest opinion without hesitating.

I see him giving you advice even if you didn't ask for it.

This leads to another thing but, imagine him playing videogames, completely oblivious that you are watching him play, waiting for a chance to talk with him.

I see this going two different ways. There's this chance that he realizes and pauses the game.

He would listen to you carefully, waiting until you end for him to talk.

Like, hear me out, I really imagine him nodding at everything you say and looking at every single gesture you do if this helps him to understand better the way you are feeling.

He would ask for permission to give you his very honest opinion, trying to be respectful and thinking about lots of things at the same time, looking for the right words.

Then he would give you advice on the things he thought you would need it, surprising you as you see that he got even the tiniest details about the thing you told him about.

I think it's needless to say that they would actually work, helping you in whatever subject you applied them.

On the other hand, there's this thing at the bottom of my head that tells me he'd most likely be annoyed about having to pause the game if he was winning the round.

I mean this in the most respectful way, but he would get impacient and would cut you in the middle of a sentence, telling you something vague or sarcastic and getting back to the screen.

You would begin to talk again, getting him distracted, and that would make him lose. I see him playfully hitting your arm, not intending any harm but just to let you know that he didn't like losing the game.

I know for a fact that he would be silent the next few hours, trying to ignore you, waiting for you to ask him about playing together in order to beat you at the game.

If not, all you'd had to do is play with his hair or feed him while you're eating something.

I feel like he would stop being like a baby when you ask him about playing together.

Like, he would get overconfident about his gaming skills, telling you things like "I'm gonna kick your ass!" or "Get ready to lose."

He would be so confident about winning against you that he would totally make a bet in which you'd have to buy him fried chicken if you lose or whatever food he's craving for at the moment.

If he saw you poutting during the game he'd start to let you take advantage, but in the last moment he would put all his soul and energy in winning.

Why can I see Jangjun and Joochan laughing and teasing you at the back of the room??

He would try to hug you, saying something like "don't be sad, it's just a game." and after this you would try to get out of his arms.

He wouldn't even mind when he saw you running after the ENFP twins, I feel like he would even try to help you catching them to flick their foreheads.

And obviously you two would forget the bet until Joochan says that he's hungry.

Aaaand I think that's it for now??? I know this isn't as good as it sounded in my head before I started to write it, but I'm okay with it! I had fun writing this and I hope I can make more headcanon posts in the future!

#kpop headcanon #golden child headcanon #golcha headcanon #golden child donghyun headcanon #golcha donghyun headcanon #golden child #golcha #golden child donghyun #golcha donghyun #kim donghyun

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multiwendi · 3 years

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Maybe, I've met my soulmate too | h.jc

pairing: Joochan x reader

genre: slight angst & pure fluff

word count: 1 481

warning: swearing

theme: enemies to lovers!au & soulmate!au

Joochan hates Y/N so does she. They did not find a way to behave normally, without cursing or arguing with each other. But then they need to find their way to each other.

It all started at the age of 17 when Joochan and Y/N have started their junior year in high school. They argued so much that they both ended up in detention several times. Joochan always teased Y/N, and she didn't like it, so she defended herself. When it was finally time to go to college, she thought she would finally get rid of him and never see him again in her life. Joochan thought the same thing. It was until today. They met as Y/N hurried through the campus to her shift at a cafe nearby.

"Oh my god! Not you again, Y/L/N," you heard Joochan shouting at you from behind.

"Shut up, man. Return to the trash you came from," she yelled at him, running on to work.

As the days went by, they met more and more, not only on campus but also in the cafe where she worked.

"You must be kidding. What a coincidence to meet you here, Y/N," his arrogant voice was like an injection for her ears. Pretty annoying.

"Can you just order and go to hell, please?" she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"You shouldn't talk to customers like that. Maybe I'll complain about you to your boss," he smirked, folding his arms on his chest.

"Try it once, and I'll kick your ass so much you won't sit on it for a month. Now please, order something," the blood in her veins began to harden.

"Was that supposed to scare me? You're still funny tho. One americano, please," he finally ordered. Y/N nodded, taking money from him. She turned around to make him the americano, so he could leave quickly.

"Here's your order. Don't come back, bye," she placed his order and smiled.

"I'll come back soon, don't worry," he grinned at her and left with a cup in his hand.

The wheater was awful for a few days since it was winter. It was freezing and snowing. It was late at night when Y/N's shift was over, and she was on her way to her apartment on campus. She barely saw anything because of the snowing. She was just in front of her apartment as she slipped on a frozen puddle, falling backward. But she didn't fall on the ground but in someone's arms.

"Hey hey, watch out," his voice was startled. He helped her stand up.

"Thank you for sav-" she turned to face her savior with a smile, but when she saw Joochan, her smile faded.

"You again. You should finish it," Joochan's provocative smile made her want to punch him.

"Thanks," she snapped at him.

"Ohoho, you should act more polite to someone who saved your ass," he came closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His smile was still the same.

"Don't touch my hair! Am I touching your hair? Now I do," she tugged lightly at his hair to move him away.

"I was thinking lately about us two. Perhaps we could make a truce, high school is over, and we are old enough to stop behaving like children. Don't you think?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled kindly at her for the first time in their acquaintance.

"Are you trying my patience, or are you serious for the first time in your life?" she frowned, analyzing his look.

"I'm deadly serious. So, I promise you I won't make any jokes about you. I am not going to act like an arrogant idiot anymore. Here is my hand to prove that I am serious," he held out his hand to her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation.

"Same for me. I'm going home. I could invite you for tea or coffee, but we have only made a truce. So I'll invite you when we know each other longer. See you later," she smiled nervously, leaving him on the spot. Joochan waited for her to enter her building, and then he went to the dormitory.

The next morning Y/N was preparing to go to the lecture, looking in the mirror to see if she had a crumpled shirt when she noticed that one of her strands of hair was blond.

"What the hell?" she took the strand of hair between her fingers and stared at it for a good 5 minutes.

"Am I still dreaming or what?" she pinched herself, whimpering with pain.

"I don't know what to do with this," she sighed. She ended up making a bun, so the strand of hair wasn't very visible.

"I'll try to dye it when my classes end."

On the other side at the same time

Joochan was sleeping peacefully when his roommate woke him up with loud noises coming from the kitchen. He growled, rising reluctantly to see what was happening.

"Ah, Hyung. I didn't want to wake you up, but the pan slipped out of my hand when I wanted to make breakfast," the younger boy bowed to him with a silly smile.

"Are you okay?" Joochan looked in the fridge at what he would have for breakfast. He found some yogurt.

"Yes, I am. Hey, have you been to the hairdresser?" Bomin asked him, looking at Joochan's hair.

"No, why?" Joochan looked at him with confused eyes.

"You have a blonde strand of hair there," Bomin pointed at the hair. Joochan put the yogurt on the kitchen isle and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Indeed there was one strand of blond hair.

"What am I suppose to do with you?" she talked to the hair. She grabbed the phone, searching for an explanation for why the strand of hair had turned blonde out of nowhere. She couldn't find much. When, after a long search, she found a forum where one girl had the same problem. At the end of her post, she wrote that it appeared when she met her soulmate.

For perhaps the hundredth time, she had tried to dye the strand of hair to black. But it didn't work like always. She was in despair. She didn't know what to do with it.

She sat on the bathtub, holding the strand between fingers.

"Maybe, I've met my soulmate too."

It was Friday evening, Joochan was coming to her place. It's been three weeks after their truce, they became friends and sometimes went out to eat together, but most of all, they had a literary project. She was waiting outside the building when her apartment was. Joochan finally appeared.

"Hey. I brought some chicken for us," he grinned at her, walking in.

"Thanks! I haven't eaten yet. Can we eat first and then look up at the project?" she asked him, closing the door behind him.

"Okay, that sounds fine," he nodded. Y/N noticed that he has a blonde strand of hair too.

"Have you been to the hairdresser?" she asked him, sitting on the couch.

"I was just about to ask you the same question," he sat next to her, placing the bag with chicken on the small table in front of them.

"I asked first," she winked at him, which made his cheeks blush lightly.

"I wasn't. The day after our truce, I woke up, and Bomin pointed that out. He tried to dye the strand of hair, but it didn't work. So I let it be. What about you?" he looked at her. He saw the shock in her eyes. She was silent, making Joochan a little bit worried.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Uhm. I don't know. I am just thinking about something," she said, still looking shocked.

"About what?" Joochan tilted his head, waiting for her response.

"I have the same story as you. I have the strand of hair blonde from the day after our truce. I was wondering what could have caused it. So I searched and found one post about a girl whose strand of hair turned blonde. That strand

was touched by her soulmate," she said, looking at him to see if he didn't find it as strange as she did.

"Are you trying to tell me that you are my soulmate?" his eyes were shocked, as were hers.

"Nobody except you touched my hair. I am shocked because we used to be enemies, and now we are soulmates," she shrugged.

"Yeah, it's weird, but if that's the case, we should try it," Joochan leaned closer to her face, kissing her on the lips. She placed her palm on his cheek, deepening their kiss.

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99kdh · 4 years

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Trading Breakfast for Love

[9:31am]

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Joochan says.

He throws a leg over your body and rolls on top of you for a couple seconds. You groan in discomfort and when he rolls off you glare at him. He grins sleepily and then cuddles you close, closing his eyes again.

You watch him for a moment, the sunlight coming through a bit highlights his features very well. After a moment you close your eyes and enjoy the calm morning.

Of course, why would you stay still when you could annoy and admire your boyfriend? It's a double win for you, honestly.

So it's just one single poke in his side. Then it's a couple more around his middle. You move up his body slowly, one poke every few seconds. You reach his face and since nothing has disturbed you decide to push it up a notch.

Forehead, poke. Nose, poke poke. Cheeks, poke poke poke poke-

“Quit it or I’ll bite you," Joochan bites.

“Joochan! You’re my boyfriend you’re supposed to be nice to me,” you whine.

“Well, who said biting is mean. Baby animals are cute when they bite you!”

“Joochan, my darling.”

“Yes?” “You are a baby, my baby, but you are nowhere as cute as a baby animal.”

Joochan doesn’t say anything after that but his mouth presses into a firm line. Before you can ask what’s wrong you can feel his cold feet all over your legs. The audacity! You squeal and curl up, trying to get away from his permeating cold. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to follow you. That's mostly cause he’s laughing so hard that if he wasn’t against the wall he’d probably fall off the bed.

You slip out of the blankets while he's still laughing. As you move to in the kitchen Joochan stops laughing and you can hear him come up behind you.

"You still love me right?" He whispers, breath ghosting hot over your ear.

You turn around and drape your arms over his shoulders. Letting your head fall to his chest, you can hear his heartbeat.

"Make me breakfast and I'll consider it," you tease, kissing his cheek and going to look for some socks.

He scoffs but when you come back in not much later he's dutifully whisking pancake batter. As much as you said he should just make breakfast you help him anyways. Well, sometimes it's actual help and sometimes it's just you clinging to his back while he pours batter.

*A*

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pocket-scenarios · 4 years

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Evaluation - Joochan

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"Y'N, you're still here?" You smile upon hearing the familiar bright voice.

You hum turning towards the door, laying your phone on your lap. Joochan pulls the chair next to your own out, sitting beside you. He leans over to look at your phone screen.

"Are you getting ready for an evaluation?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "I have to debut this time."

Your body tenses at the thought of a third rejection; Joochan rubs your shoulder gently, sending a soft smile towards you. It had been a surprise to everyone that you did not make the line up for Rocket Punch. You love the girls who debuted. At that moment, in front of them, you wanted to disappear. Everything felt like it was collapsing around you, Joochan helped you to not give up on your dream.

Joochan glances towards the door before he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pushing your head against his chest. You let out a heavy sigh, returning his embrace, shutting your eyes, enjoying the moment. You rarely get to see him, let alone hold him or be held by him. His lips gently press against your forehead before he lays his chin on the top of your head.

"If your evaluation goes well, we can meet in a practice room, or here and I'll buy food to celebrate," he trails off, "do you want to invite the others?"

He is referring to Jibeom, Jaehyun, and Donghyun, which, as much as you do enjoy seeing them you would rather just have time with your boyfriend.

"I'd rather just see you."

"Okay," he says softly, unlacing his arms from around you.

You do the same fixing your hair, sending a small smile towards him. He holds out his pinky gesturing for you to lace your own through his, you laugh complying.

"Don't stay up too late."

You hum nodding your head. He laughs, brushing some of your hair behind your ear before he stands.

"I'm heading back first I love you." He calls. "I love you too," you beam.

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marriael · 3 years

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If Only

[4:40pm]

“Joochan, no.”

“Joochan, yes!”

With that very convincing statement he turns back around and flips the pancake.You watch as it flies through the air, beautiful in a strange way, and lands with a slap while folding in half. You snicker as Joochan panics and tries to flip the other half over without breaking or something.

He must succeed because he lets out a little happy noise and points the spatula in your face.

“Told ya I could do it.”

You’d come up with a retort but something about the sun comes through the window to give him a halo effect. You really would call him an angel, too. Though certainly not out loud.

He came into your life like a breaking wave. Soft and sweet but with that layer of chaos you only see with other friends or once you know him well enough.

The chaos that leads to him insisting on making you a pancake at 4:42 in the afternoon. Though if he looks that happy all the time you won’t complain.

You must be staring because when he starts waving the pancakes in your face his cheeks are stained pink. You stare intensely at the pancake when he puts it down and will him not to ask.

“I wish someone would stare at me the way you’re staring at that pancake. A guy’s dream, wow,” Joochan jokes.

“If only you knew,” you mutter, quiet but still loud enough for him to hear since he keeps moving closer.

“Huh? If only I knew what?”

His hand is resting on your shoulder and if you turned your faces would be entirely too close. After a few seconds of furiously shoving pancake in your mouth to avoid speaking Joochan whispers.

“I wish you knew.”

He jolts when you hum in response and you can feel him get closer and his breaths now land on your cheek.

Like some sort of impulse takes over he leans over and leaves a kiss on your cheek, a respectful distance from your mouth but distinctly romantic nonetheless. If the heavy flush on his cheeks after didn’t tell you that. He moves back a little but freezes and you take the chance to leave a kiss on his cheek then barely a brush against his nose as he moves away.

His head falls and his hair moves, allowing you to see his ears burning hot.

Joochan lifts his head a little and looks at you from under his lashes with his eyes wide and shining.

“I. I really like you, just to be clear. Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”

His voice is soft and hesitant like you hadn’t returned the soft kisses just a moment before.

You take one of his hands and he looks up to make more solid eye contact and you smile.

“Let’s go, right now. Just you and me.”

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 2 years

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[9:54 p.m] || Sungyoon

Request: can i request timestamp [9:54 p.m] with sungyoon + sweet kisses ?

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late I can't tell if I already did it and it's just buried and I never put it on my Masterlist or just completely forgot to but none the less here is this legit months or maybe a year late to which I’m so sorry but note I love you as one of my fave goldenness readers I hope you’re well <3

[9:54 p.m]

Sungyoon laid down with his arm propped up on the mattress that held his upper body up. You laid next to him, tucking strand of hair behind his ear taking the time to analyze his face for as long as you could. Your dear boyfriend got nervous under this form of attention so he decided to tease you in hopes your ears would turn as red as his.

“You’re in love with me aren’t you? You cant stop staring”

“Oh shut up” You said with a small laugh starting to feel warm by the playful aroma.

“Only if you kiss me”

His *not so* annoying teasing had you unable to handle his flirty comment but you happily obliged. Slowly pampering his face with kisses all over his face that you were not less then a minute ago analyzing the same face.

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sytco · 3 years

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common blessings [joochan]

pairing: childhood friend!hong joochan x reader

word count: 3.5k (!)

requested: "toothrotting fluff ft. joochan"

dedicated to @sahiflowers.

a/n: im SO SO sorry this took so long and i hope u like it even a little and that it makes u smile thank u for being so patient ily!! ily!!! reminder im always here for u!!

In which you find that time is meaningless when Joochan is not by your side.

wonderboy.

Sometimes, you speculate whether Joochan has some kind of genius for finding you as soon as the school bell rings, signalling the end of another day.

Today, he surprises you behind the auditorium where you lean against a maple tree, hugging your bag to your chest, because you’ve skipped your last period (Introduction to Psychology) in favor of lying on the grass so you can watch the clouds in peace. And Joochan smiles a fond, fond smile because you have that look on your face again that you only get when you’re lost in thought.

“Missed me?”

You tense from shock before relaxing at the sight of your boyfriend who widens his arms so you can walk right into them.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his vest and Joochan reaches up so he can play with the back of your collar.

“Just had a little hunch you might be here.” And this is the answer he always gives, accompanied with the same smug smile each time.

You pout even if Joochan can’t see it. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well now,” he says in an affected voice that sounds like the narrator from that National Geographic documentary on penguins the two of you watched last week, “I can’t afford to have you getting your hands on all my secrets, can I? I’ve got to keep some things to myself so that in ten year's time, you’ll still think I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe.”

It’s ridiculous, you think, how it’s nearly winter but the way you can feel the laughter that starts in his chest and electrifies you to your fingertips is more than capable of keeping you warm and making you feel like you’re really alive.

“Doesn’t matter if I find out all your secrets or not,” you mumble, “you’ll always be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe to me.”

From the courtyard around the corner, you can hear Jaehyun shouting a loud “Oi Joochan!”.

Joochan ignores him and instead casually pecks your cheek with a kiss that feels like a blessing. “Always?”

You tilt your head as though unsure. "Well… for at least fifty years, probably.”

“Fifty?!” Joochan echoes in mock outrage, and you playfully poke his side to which he flinches slightly.

“I was lying. I meant for all of time ever.”

And despite him doing his best to hide it, your boyfriend melts instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck where he’s probably smiling his brilliant smile that feels like the sun against your skin.

Jaehyun’s voice interrupts the peace and quiet once again with a noticeably louder and more panicked tone.

“Hong Joochan! We’re going to be late for soccer practice!”

Joochan groans exaggeratedly and you can’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “Wish I didn’t have to go to stupid practice,” he grumbles.

“You know, I’ll wait for you in the library until you’re done,” you offer and Joochan perks up - if only slightly because your arms still feel like heaven after years of loving you, and two hours of kicking a ball around (while Donghyun and Jibeom brainstorm inventive ways to trip each other up, much to Coach Lee’s chagrin) just can’t compete. He tells you as much in the way his arms tighten around you.

“You’re the best,” Joochan declares suddenly, “I might be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Go to practice already before Jaehyun starts going spare, wonderboy.”

Joochan kisses your forehead one last time before he detaches himself from you with a dejected sigh and picks up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder despite your protests. “Walk with me to the oval?”

You slip your hand into his hand only to find it a perfect fit and wonder briefly if there is anywhere in this world you would not walk to with Hong Joochan, the boy who has a smile like sunlight and a personality like a billion shooting stars.

“Of course.”

fm.

There is the occasional moment in which you wish that your boyfriend wasn’t so exceedingly talented in nearly every field he tries his hand at, because the various extracurriculars that Joochan (being the naturally energetic and enthusiastic person he is) involves himself with have an awful way of making tremendous demands on his time towards the end of the semester.

Right now is one of those moments when Joochan trudges into your room and dives face first onto your bed without even bothering to shake his coat off. “So what was it today?” you ask in a voice that betrays your concern and Joochan can’t help but smile at it.

“Theatre rehearsal,” he yawns, “then string quartet practice. Also an hour of soccer drills with some of the boys. Even though it’s a Saturday.”

You get up from your chair at the desk so you can sit on the bed where Joochan immediately moves his head onto your lap, lifting your hand and resting it on his hair. You absentmindedly start stroking it, staring out the window at a soft grey sky.

“Did you eat?”

Joochan shakes his head. “No time. My dumb E string broke again so I barely managed to have half an apple before we went straight into a new Mozart piece today. Think we might perform it at the next concert. You’d come, right?” And he asks that in a self-assured tone, because he already knows what your answer is going to be.

You give it to him anyway because there’s no point in hiding your blatant admiration for all that he does. “No matter what.”

“And just to see me, right?”

You fake a pause that has Joochan peering up at you suspiciously.

“You do know I have friends who aren’t you that are participating in the concert, right? Like Jangjun and Sungyoon?”

Joochan scowls. “But none of those hooligans are your boyfriend, who - in case you forgot but I do know you’d never - is me.”

“That’s quite true,” you concede before leaning down to kiss his cheek with a smile that makes Joochan’s stomach fill with butterflies which are probably colored pink and green and blue. It never gets old, he thinks: your talent for turning his world upside down in a look or a word or an action. And you don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time.

“Mean,” he accuses but in a half-hearted manner and your smile only widens because you know that Joochan is supremely happy despite his exhaustion, if the way his brow has smoothed completely and he has started drawing little stars on your knee is anything to go by.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation while you continue to run your fingers through Joochan’s hair, and especially his fringe. It’s almost as though time has passed you by, leaving you together in your own little reality where things like hazy futures and big concerts and broken violin strings do not dare draw near.

“Wanna order something later on for dinner?” you ask quietly.

“Maybe,” he grins through closed eyes, “but nap first.”

Your radio continues to run, and you drift in and out of listening to the DJ duo while watching the rain finally fall outside.

“It’s been pretty cold recently, hasn’t it?” one of the DJs opens the conversation after a small stream of ads.

“Sure has, pal. And speaking of the cold, apparently our first snow of the season is scheduled for next week Friday!”

“So do you have any plans lined up with a special someone?”

“Just had to remind me of how single I am, didn’t you”- rambunctious peals of laughter crackle from the speakers - “but maybe some of our lovely listeners will send in their plans for next Friday.”

“I sure did - and wow, they’re already pouring in! Do you wanna read one out?”

“Let’s see… Listener ha_miii_ran says: ‘I’m planning on confessing to my crush of two years. I’m pretty nervous about this so I’m hoping the two of you will wish me luck!’ All the best of luck to you, Ha Miran-nim, from the both of us. I don’t know how you’re planning on it, but hopefully the first snow will act as a good luck charm for you!”

“Yeah, good luck Ha Miran-nim!” the other DJ chimes in. “Be sure to update us on how it goes!”

“Well, we’ll be back with some more stories after this excerpt from a famous piano concerto - maybe some of our more classically-inclined audience will recognise its globally renowned composer.”

A beautiful melody begins to play and you’re on the cusp of losing yourself in the music when you are most abruptly interrupted by a sleepy, but decisive, “Gershwin.”

You blink down at Joochan. “What?”

“It’s Gershwin. The composer. Don't you think your boyfriend's clever for knowing that?"

“I thought my boyfriend was asleep, actually,” and you narrow your eyes.

“I was,” Joochan protests, “I only woke up when they were talking about the snow or something. And then they talked about that person who’s confessing to their crush of two years - got me thinking about how I can relate because I vividly remember having a crush on you for at least three before I could muster up the courage to confess. Which ended up working out for the best, you know,” he adds in a thoughtful tone, “but sometimes I’d get so nervous just thinking about it that I couldn’t sleep at all. Anyways, I’m really hungry now, so can we order something soon please?”

Maybe it’s the way he so nonchalantly wears his heart for you on his sleeve, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you as though you have strung the Milky Way itself together and made a gift of it to him. Maybe it’s the way you simply realize that you might not be able to live with yourself if you were to lose your boyfriend, ever. But for whatever reason it is, a thousand smiles bloom in your heart and you lean down to give Joochan a kiss that hopefully tastes like everything you cannot possibly put into words.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, and Joochan draws a heart on your knee in response.

enchanted.

You’re outside the auditorium again but in front of it, this time, and not behind. The post-concert hubbub has died down, mostly owing to the fact that much of the audience has left already whether it’s to a late congratulatory supper or down to the boardwalk where fireworks are scheduled to go off at midnight. The bouquet of lily of the valleys in your hand trembles slightly as you use your other hand to fumble around for your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“You’re waiting outside, right?” Joochan asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

“See, Donghyun, I told you I was right about - wait. Wait! Don't move!”

And then you have less than two seconds to process exactly what is happening before your boyfriend catches you up in a running embrace that sends the world spinning in a flurry of snow and stars and kisses that Joochan plants all over your cheeks. He remains blissfully unaware that somewhere in the vicinity, Donghyun has started making gagging sounds at your very public display of affection, punctuated by Jaehyun’s giggling. (You pay them no mind.)

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asks, fond expectation twinkling in his eyes.

You nod too much. “You were incredible,” you tell him honestly, and Joochan beams.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he says in a satisfied voice as he pulls you closer. “Guess all those hours of practice paid off.”

“It’s almost like that’s the whole point of practicing,” you tease.

“It’s lucky you’re cute and I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Joochan crinkles his nose in contrived distaste for your little jab before hugging you again so he can hear you whisper just how proud you are of him, right into his ear.

And the two of you stay like that for a little before you remember the gift you brought with you.

“For me?” And the look in his eyes reminds you of how he looked at you when you first told him that you loved him too - or maybe of every time you’ve told him that you love him too.

“Who else?”

He snaps up the bouquet, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply with a smile. "This is a nice surprise."

"They mean 'return to happiness'," you say, gently touching a little white bloom that looks like a star against the backdrop of Joochan's black school blazer. "Thought it was cute. And the florist was sold out of roses anyway."

Joochan laughs with the warmth of a thousand sunbeams and puts your hand in his so he can start gently tugging you away.

“But your violin”- you begin protesting.

“But nothing,” he shushes you as the school gets smaller and smaller behind you in the distance. “I don’t even want to see that thing for a week. Hey, and guess what - I found a secret place for just you and me so we can watch the fireworks without being pressed up against everyone else like sardines in a tin can.”

“You and I are going to watch the fireworks?” you echo, surprise colouring your voice.

Joochan’s exhale turns into a giggle. “Who else?” And you dig an elbow into his side, hiding a smile at his antics.

The two of you stroll down quiet streets and you lean into your boyfriend’s comforting warmth. Most shops are closed with the exception of some fast food chains and convenience stores, but you notice almost none of them now as Joochan picks up the pace, his excitement bleeding into the quiet song he sings that floats up in the air and is lost somewhere in the stars above.

“Here we are,” says Joochan proudly and he helps you up into the little gazebo at the top of the hill you hadn’t realized you were climbing. “Take this,” he adds as he tosses you a torch that brightly illuminates the space you’re in as soon as you switch it on. You turn to the rustling sounds on your left, finally seeing the wooden bench that Joochan is busy spreading a rug over.

“You planned this beforehand?” And there’s a note of wonder in your voice - the same kind that only Joochan ever seems to be able to evoke. “I thought we were going straight home.”

He gestures for you to sit next to him with a charming smile and you do so immediately. “Told you I can’t give up all the secrecy. Not yet.” Or, he thinks privately to himself, not when you look at him like that.

The golden light from the torch casts long shadows over the grass and gives Joochan’s face a nearly ethereal glow that reminds you of summer sunsets despite the cold. You slip into a soft and easy silence - one that comes from memories built upon memories, resulting in a code made up of gazes and touch that only the two of you will ever understand. And so when he squeezes your hand gently, you instantly open your arms for him to sink right into.

There’s only a few minutes left until midnight when you finally speak.

“Joochan,” you murmur.

“Mm?”

“You ever think about where we’ll be this time next year?”

Joochan shifts his posture slightly. “Often, actually. Especially when I go to sleep at night and think about tomorrow - then I’ll wonder if it’ll even remotely go the way I want it to.”

“And how do you usually want it to go?” you ask.

“Someone has a lot of questions today,” Joochan remarks with a droll look on his face that makes you laugh briefly before his expression sobers. “But usually I want it to go safely. You know? Everything in its proper place and things like that. And more importantly, I want to know all the time that I’ll be able to see you.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking out over the view of the city. If you squint, you can just make out the boardwalk by the beach and the crowds of people who have gathered there, young and old alike. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Joochan frowns. “Scared of what? I’ll fight it off for you,” and he waves a threatening fist at nothing in particular.

“The future, I guess. It sounds silly but… sometimes I don’t know if we’ll always be okay. Like this, the way things are right now. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year or even after that.” Your voice fades in volume until it’s nearly lost against the threads of your scarf, and Joochan’s heart breaks a little when he hears it: the genuine uncertainty and timid fear that seeps past the smile you give him in an effort to hide it.

“Why do you think we might not be okay?”

You look down at your feet, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. “Well, people… change, Joo. They move places, and have goals to achieve and dreams to chase down. And we’re not immune to that either.”

It’s Joochan’s turn to be silent for a bit as he mulls over your words before he straightens in your hold, turning his face towards you so he can affectionately bump his nose against yours. “You’re right,” he says in a voice that mirrors your sadness, “and it would be a lie to say I don’t think about the same things you do. But”- and he leans in to give you a quick kiss that’s shaped like a smile - “it’d also be a lie to say that every dream doesn’t feature you in it. Because every dream of mine that I’ve ever had places you centre stage.”

He kisses you again, a little longer - a little more wistfully.

“You see, the real problem here is that you have me perpetually thinking that I can’t do any of this without you,” he says simply. “Whether it’s late night phone calls or early morning messages; or maybe we’ll find ourselves having to book flights for each other, holding bags full of gifts that remind us of us. And maybe it’ll be hard and maybe I’ll wake up some days, knowing I won’t be able to see you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be okay.”

You swallow and Joochan watches you carefully, the urgency in his eyes prompting him to lift your chin so you can see it too.

“Even if we change,” he continues in a whisper, hoping you will understand the heart in his words. “And we should. And we will, and we’ll still be okay. You believe me, don’t you? Seeing as I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe?”

Somewhere, midnight comes and goes and the fireworks start, dousing you and Joochan in bursts of coloured light.

“Of course I do,” you smile with eyes that glitter with tears of relief and he pulls you into a tight hug, so tight you can feel every movement of his rib cage as he breathes in and out.

For once, you do not feel that fear deep down that threatens to taint your time with the only boy you think you cannot live without. And so you unreservedly hold him in return, fingers running through his hair as he tells you that he loves you, over and over again.

up, up and away.

There had been a time during your childhood when your one greatest wish had been to go see the stars.

So your friend Joochan, in all his clumsy sincerity, had done his best to make you a rocket out of a box he’d found at home. He’d then brought it to your house after he’d finished it, blue marker staining his fingertips and glitter shaped like stars lost in his thick fringe.

The two of you had sat in it together and looked up at the moon, holding hands from childish innocence and recounting thrilling tales of adventures you’d never had. And before having to go home to bed that day, he’d made you a promise that present-day Joochan complains about not being able to fulfill.

“I know I said I’d take you to the stars,” Joochan sighs in displeasure from where he lies on your bed, right next to you, “but while your boyfriend is exceptionally talented, you do know I’m no astronaut, right?”

You hold his hand in response and look into his eyes that sparkle with mirth and deeper in, shine with a love that always gives you peace.

It may be that Joochan will never be able to keep his promise of taking you to space in a real, functioning rocket. But, as you drop a kiss on his mouth that soon widens into a brilliant smile, you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

After all, it’s hard to miss the stars when for you, they all start with Joochan and end with him.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Kisses With Golden Child ~ Golden Child Headcanon

Daeyeol:

Daeyeol is the type of kisser who relies on kisses as a bit of a love language to communicate his emotions

The romance of a kiss is something that Daeyeol is particularly a fan of, as they always seem to be appropriate

His favourite place to kiss you is against the tip of your nose as Daeyeol loves how shy it always makes you

He loves how easy it is to kiss you, Daeyeol always manages to find a way to be able to give you a kiss

Whenever he’s mad at you or annoyed at you, Daeyeol will make things up to you through kisses

They’re something that are quite private between you both too, kisses aren’t exchanged often around friends

If you pass Daeyeol by, he’ll try his best to get a kiss in and then see how you react to him too

Whenever your eyes look to him with a smile, he knows the thing to do is to pull you back to him for more

Seongyoon is the type of kisser who will be pretty relaxed when he kisses you, but he does it often

Lazy kisses are quite a preference for you both, especially those first couple during the early parts of the morning

His favourite place to kiss you is against your cheek, especially when he’s able to get you by peering past your shoulder

He loves using kisses to try and cheer you up, Seongyoon will be relentless until he gets to see your smile again

Being affectionate around others doesn’t bother you either, you’re just as chill about kisses even with people watching

Most of the time when Seongyoon kisses you properly, he’ll pull you into a hug too to draw you even closer

Making Seongyoon wait for too long for a kiss too is a big no, he’ll follow you around with a big pout on his face

If there’s one thing that you can often tell from Seongyoon when he kisses you, it’s how much he appreciates you

Jangjun:

Jangjun is the type of kisser who will use kisses as yet another way to try and tease you and get his way

He’s more than happy to kiss you to get what he wants, or hold them back when you tell him no about something

His favourite place to kiss you is against your forehead, using his hands in your hair to guide you towards him

He loves the warm feeling that he feels in his tummy whenever he kisses you, Jangjun gets butterflies often

One of Jangjun’s favourite things to do is capture the side of your lips with a kiss before running away from you

You’re just as good as teasing him though as you often linger before deciding to suddenly pull away from him

Kisses are like a tool for you both, mostly so that you can wind each other up and annoy them as much as possible

At the same time though, when the time calls for it kisses can also be very intense and meaningful for you both too

Tag:

Youngtaek is the type of kisser who will often use kisses to talk to you when he can’t quite find the words

No one ever sees the two of you kiss either, they’re something that you keep very private about doing together

His favourite place to kiss you is against the back of your hand, often bringing it up when he holds onto you

He loves how cosy kisses are for you both, for Youngtaek it feels like home and being with you

Things like kisses are like a routine for you both, you have your same moments in the day when you’ll exchange them

Times like in the mornings before saying goodbye, and just before going to bed are two of the most common times

Most of the time a kiss from Youngtaek will be impulsive, he won’t think about it, he’ll just go for it

Above all else, kisses are something that he never gets bored of, especially when it’s you who he gets to kiss

Seungmin:

Seungmin is the type of kisser who will be full of confidence but then get shy when he feels your lips on his

Nine times out of ten, Seungmin is the one who will be dominate when you kiss and be the initiator

His favourite place to kiss you is against your lips, Seungmin loves the traditional type of kiss the most

He loves how happy kissing you makes him, it’s something that will always make Seungmin smile

On the rare chance when you initiate a kiss, it’s because you want to make Seungmin shy and make him go quiet

Neither of you mind kissing around others, but if someone passes comment, it will make you both flustered

It’s pretty rare for you both to be able to kiss for too long either as one of you ends up making the other laugh

More than anything else, you love the feelings that come with kisses and how emotive they can be

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun is the type of kisser who will always make the most of every kiss that he shares with you

He enjoys trying to and make each kiss memorable and stir up plenty of feelings in you to make your stomach knot

His favourite place to kiss you is your cheek as it’s the easiest spot for Jaehyun to be able to get to

He loves figuring out how kisses work for you, finding what works for you both and what maybe doesn’t so much

As well as that, Jaehyun loves to try and learn more about you and read how you’re feeling whenever you kiss him

There are plenty of lazy kisses from Jaehyun at night, especially when he’s cuddled up to you at the same time too

If you’re feeling down, kisses will usually be a bit of a reliance for Jaehyun in an attempt to make you feel better

There’s an excitement in Jaehyun whenever he can tell that you’re going for a kiss that just never seems to go away for him

Jibeom:

Jibeom is the type of kisser who uses kisses to try and deepen the connection between the two of you

If you’re venting or getting stressed, a kiss will be Jibeom’s way of telling you to just take a bit of a breath

His favourite place to kiss you is your lips, Jibeom especially likes if it he’s able to catch your smile too

He loves how special kisses are made to feel between the two of you, even just the smallest of pecks are bright

When Jibeom gets smart with you, you’ll usually kiss him to shut him up and mostly stop him from teasing you too

If you’re there to kiss him by surprise, that will be when Jibeom particularly treasures the kiss that you give him

During the times when he’s worried or fretting about work, a kiss to know you’re there goes a long way for him

Every single time the two of you share a kiss, it just seems to feel as if you’re coming a little closer together

Donghyun:

Donghyun is the type of kisser who will make the effort to kiss you and not starve you from any affection

Nothing tops being able to feel your smile against his when he kisses you as far as Donghyun is concerned

His favourite place to kiss is along your jaw as it means that Donghyun can trail several kisses against you

He loves when you surprise him and end up setting the butterflies off in his stomach when you kiss him

There’s an intensity quite often when the two of you kiss that can often leave you both feeling overwhelmed after

When Donghyun doesn’t quite know what to say, a kiss will usually be his way of communicating with you

Kisses seem to be the answer for everything for you both, happy, sad, confused, angry, they do a lot of talking

Knowing how easy kisses are for you both, they’re something that Donghyun will often take advantage of with you

Joochan:

Joochan is the type of kisser who uses kisses the most as a way of being affectionate with you and bonding with you

Each kiss from Joochan is both full of a lot of energy but also a lot of love and attention from him to you

His favourite place to kiss you is against your lips where he can try and tease you if he’s feeling playful

He loves to make you jump when he kisses you or appear when you least expect for Joochan to show up

There’s a lot of smiles and a lot of laughter in between your kisses unless the occasion doesn’t call for it

He quite likes to be the one controlling how much fun you have with a kiss so that Joochan can surprise you

If you do something that Joochan doesn’t expect, it often takes him aback and leaves him a little flustered

For all the fun he has with kisses, if you’re down, Joochan is more than capable of reassuring kisses too

Bomin:

Bomin is the type of kisser who can kiss like a switch, either being serious or just having some fun with you

There are plenty of passion in Bomin’s kisses, he loves to use them to be able to tell you how he’s feeling

His favourite place to kiss is against the top of your head as you’re the perfect difference between one another

He loves knowing that you’re enjoying yourself whenever Bomin kisses you, that’s most important for him

There’s a lot of enjoyment to be had when Bomin kisses you as you never quite know what to expect from him

You don’t mind being affectionate and kissing around others, but you’re not exactly show offs at the same time

Mostly because Bomin knows that the boys will tease him and get him back for when he teases them when you’re around

If there’s one thing that Bomin knows for certain it’s the fact that you can never kiss him often enough

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valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :)

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

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9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates).

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face.

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.”

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door.

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule.

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges -

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today.

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today.

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed.

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can.

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.”

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world.

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.”

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop.

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year.

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full.

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away.

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you.

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers.

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck.

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other.

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor.

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you.

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter.

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you.

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them.

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street.

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly.

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep.

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home.

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner.

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?”

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync.

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines.

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio.

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles.

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song.

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves.

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music.

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him.

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair.

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

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@welllurkyhere said:

[troubled waters] "You can't be serious." Donghyun regards the ship with disgust, his head just far enough above the water to whisper into the air. His eyes follow yours again, and they find the young man leaning against the life lines of the ship, facing the sunset. "Him?"

Annoyed, you click your tongue and flick a splash of water at Donghyun's face, but he doesn't flinch. The two of you are safely hidden in the shadow the ship casts upon the surface of the sea, so you don't fear the man above catching the movement. "He's cute."

"But he's got--" Donghyun scrunches his nose in distaste. "--legs."

"What's wrong with legs?"

Donghyun shakes his head, like the thought alone is enough to make him shiver. "They're like... tail arms. Freaky."

You look up at the man again, whose profile is haloed by the setting sun behind it. "Legs let them move about on ships so easily, though," you muse wistfully.

"Yeah, and they only have ships because they can't swim in the first place."

"They can swim!" you argue. "I've seen them."

Donghyun raises an eyebrow at you. "Just how often are you human-watching? Every day?"

You dip half of your head back in the water so that your eyes are just above the surface, peering sheepishly at Donghyun. "Not every day..."

Letting out a sigh, Donghyun shakes his head and looks away, his eyes landing on the man on the ship again, who still has taken no notice of either of you. "You're lucky I like you." He floats back a little, arms treading water. "Let's go. You might be Daeyeol's favourite, but he won't like if both of us are hanging around human ships."

"It's dark..." you complain, but you start to follow anyway. Donghyun is right; it's not safe for merfolk to be this close to humans no matter the time of day. Hunting is still a fear engraved in all merfolks' hearts, and you must be grateful that you have the advantage of merfolk intelligence. A fish will not hide from a fishing boat. It doesn't know any better.

Donghyun knows better. Daeyeol knows better. They both wish you held the same sentiment.

You look at the man on the ship once again, with his sweet profile and his dark, windswept -- dry -- hair. You wonder for a moment what that feels like.

You can smell it on the ocean. "I think a storm is coming..."

Already turned the other way, Donghyun says only one thing before submerging to better swim home. "A sunken ship is not our business."

You suppose it's not.

Though, hours later, while Donghyun sleeps soundly on a coral bed, you break above the rocky surface of the ocean once again. The waves of the ocean are alive, thrashing and thriving and throwing a tantrum because they can never get along with the sky when it pelts down rain and strikes lightning upon its white froth. The ship is nothing but a silhouette in the distance, backlit by the moon, but your tail carries you to it in haste.

You see it when the man is thrown off the ship. The large vessel nearly upturns itself, but it straightens within moments. You pry your eyes away from the wooden beast and frantically search the hungry waves for the man, eyesight adjusted to the dark and yet hard-fought to find him with the waves fighting against you. More confident in spotting him under the waves, you submerge yourself beneath the water. You spot his legs just as he fights his way to the surface, and, without thinking of the repercussions, you emerge beside him.

Still sputtering as he struggles to stay afloat, he only glances at you for a moment before looking at the ship that his quickly moving further and further away. He curses. "You fell too--?" He waves a frantic arm in the air, but even you can barely see it. "Maybe we can get their attention--"

The ship sails further off, and the man curses again. He thrashes around in the water, searching desperately for a solution -- for a way to save his life. His movements become harsher and stiffer. You can tell his body is succumbing to the cold.

"Why aren't you--" He finally faces you, and you can only blink back at him. This is the closest you've ever been to a human, after all. You can barely see his face, the moon behind him, but yours must be lit just enough, because a flash of recognition appears in his eyes. Not recognition in that he knows you, but in knowing that he doesn't know you. It's fear that paints his face now. "Who--"

He bobs in the dark waves, causing him to sputter and choke on salt water. You shake yourself back into clarity then, swimming closer to him. Your tail is still hidden under the water, but the panic in his eyes is clear. Just the fact that he knows you're not from the same ship he fell from is enough to make him fear you.

"What-- who are-- stop!" He tries to swim backwards, away from you, but he is slow and shivering, as humans are apt to be. You reach out to him. "No! Stay away!"

Still, you place your hands on either side of his face, his cheeks blazing hot compared to the water. Oceans Great, Daeyeol is going to be so mad at you for this.

Even as the man squirms, you pull him close and slot your lips over his. He tries to press his mouth shut, but before he can, your magic breathes through your body and into his. It glows a bright white, and you can feel it in him. His thrashing limbs slow, and his shivers cease; he calms down as he feels the magic of the sea flow through him, though you are sure he doesn't know why. If it weren't for his legs still kicking to keep him above the surface, he'd be frozen still, his lips unmoving against yours.

You remove yourself from him when you're sure the magic has passed onto him completely, and he gawks at you with wide eyes.

"What in all the stars..."

Thunder crashes nearby, and you both flinch.

"Troubled waters," you mumble, removing your hands from his face as you look out over the ocean. You can hardly see the ship now with the pouring rain. "Come." His hand jerks when you go to take it, but he doesn't attempt to pull it out of your grasp. "I'll take you to shore."

The man laughs, a scoff almost, and then looks surprised at himself for even being capable of laughing in such a situation. "Shore?" he echoes. "We're days from shore by boat, and all we have is our feet!"

It's your turn to laugh now.

When you pull him beneath the surface, he holds in a scream with his breath, and he screws his eyes shut. He struggles against you, legs fighting with a strength they did not possess before you passed on some of your magic to him. You are stronger, though, even more so under the waves, and you drag him deeper and deeper until the water is calm and he has no choice but to let his burning lungs go.

And he breathes. Just like you do.

He opens his eyes, and you can see on his face that your magic has allowed him better vision underwater too. His eyebrows rise on his forehead, which is haloed by the short hair floating around his head. Your tail shimmers in the water, and he can only gawk at it. He goes to speak, then gasps, pulling himself out of your grip and covering his mouth and nose with both hands.

"It's okay," you tell him with your mouth closed, sending your meaning to him through your magic. "Underwater, it's easier to talk like this."

"How--" His eyes widen further. "How am I--" He recoils a bit, and tries to swim backwards, his arms held out as if to block you from him. "Are you going to kill me?"

You look around in the dark water. Nothing swims near you, or anywhere close according to your senses. The surface of the sea during a storm is most unpleasant, and residents like yourself generally stay much deeper on nights like these. Still, the darkness and lack of motion concern you. It's almost... too quiet.

"No," you say. "But the ocean will, if we stay here. It's not safe for creatures like you. Come." You hold out your hand. "I'll take you to shore. Do you trust me?"

The man shakes his head. Profusely.

"Well, it's either me, or..." You make a show of looking around, where there is nothing but black water surrounding you both.

He decides he does trust you.

At least, more than the sea.

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My Job is to Protect You | Joochan

Word count: 1k

Genre/warnings: bodyguard! Joochan x celebrity reader, fluff, slight harm is done to the reader but it’s nothing too bad

Requested: yes

A/n: here’s another bodyguard golcha imagine. thanks to the anon fro this request, I hope that you like it!

“Unfortunately guys, that’s all the time that we have today. Why don’t we give a big round of applause for our guest, Y/n!” You give the audience your best smile as you bid them a goodbye and walk off the set. As you make your way back to the dressing room, you make sure to thank all the staff for their hard work, making eye contact with a special someone, leaving a small smile on your face.

When you get back to the dressing room, you thank your own staff for their hard work as they pack up the room. One by one, they slowly leave the room, leaving you all alone, but that only lasts for a few moments when you hear a soft knock at your door. Looking up through the mirror in front of you, a smile pops up on your face as Joochan walks closer to you. “Hey there.”

“Hi.”

“You looked good out there.” He says to you. The small compliment leaves you blushing. “Do I not look good all the time?” you ask him teasingly. Chuckling from behind you, he ducks his head down and whispers in your ear, “You always look good.” Playfully you push him away while checking to make sure that no one was seeing your interaction.

It wasn’t like your relationship was a secret, well, at least between your staff it wasn’t, but if word got out that you were dating your own bodyguard then you know that the internet would have lots to say. Getting up from your chair, you let him lead you to the door, “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

As you and your team make your way out of the studio, you are bombarded by your fans. Of course the security team does the best that they can to keep them away from you, but just as you are about to make your way into your van, a fan slips through the barricade and desperately grabs onto you, attempting to pull you into them.

Trying to ignore the pain, you do best effort to rid the fan off of you, hitting them in an attempt to let you go. “Ow, you’re hurting me.” In the next second, the tight grip releases your arm, and you don’t see what has happened to the “fan,” but you do hear it. The sound of a person hitting the ground could be heard, and before you could turn around and see what has occurred, your manager rushes you into the van.

Once you’re settled in the van, the driver drives off and your manager asks if you’re okay. Without saying a word, you give her a nod. She asks you again while observing your arm, which now has a red imprint left from the man’s hand. Her stare makes you hide your arm, as you tell her that you were fine and just wanted to go back to the hotel. Without saying another word, you put your earbuds in and shut your eyes, ignoring the texts from Joochan.

When you arrive at the hotel, you wordlessly make your way up to your room, ignoring the concerned looks everyone was giving you. Making eye contact with Joochan, you mouth the word “later” to him, letting him know that it was okay for him to come up to your room.

While you sit in your hotel room, attempting to forget about the whole ordeal that had occurred, you decide to scroll through Twitter. However, you see your name trending, and even though you hated searching your name on anything, you can’t help but let your thumb press on it. The first thing you see is a video and you can tell that it’s from earlier. Wanting to know what had went down you hesitantly click on the video. The point of view is from a someone the was on the side, and from there you can see the aggressor’s face. As you watch the video, you can see the frantic look on your face as your attempt to free yourself from the fan and then you see Joochan quickly come up to the pair of you and grab the man, slamming him down to the ground. Instinctively, you grab onto the part where you were gripped, ‘Huh, I guess that’s what happened,’ you think to yourself.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear knocking at your door. Cautiously you approach the door when a familiar voice begins to speak, “Y/n, it’s me.” Recognizing the voice instantly, you quickly unlock your door and open it, revealing Joochan with a concern look on his face. Quietly stepping aside, you let him into the room. Turning around after shutting the door closed, you are enveloped in a warm embraced. You relax into Joochan’s arms, breathing in his familiar scent.

“Are you doing okay?” Joochan asks after a few seconds. Contemplating whether you want to tell him he wants to hear or the truth, you decide to tell the truth. Weakly, you say, “No.” Joochan’s arms tighten around your body before separating from you, looking you directly in the eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there quicker.” Quickly shaking your head, you let him know that it wasn’t his fault.

“But it’s my job to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that today.” You could hear the guilt in Joochan’s voice, and it made you feel worse. “But you eventually came, that’s all that matters.” Gently grabbing the arm that the man had a hold of, Joochan observes the imprint that was still present, and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the area. “I promise that I wont ever let you get hurt like this ever again.” Bringing up a word to brush his hair out of his face, you say, “I know.” Silence then fills up the room as the two of you softly gaze at one another.

The silence is broken when Joochan speaks up, “You have a few hours before your next schedule, is there anything I can get you or do for you?”

“I just want to relax with my boyfriend and cuddle with him, can you do that for me?”

Smiling and leading you to the bed, he says, “I think that’s doable.”

Once the two of you were comfortable in the bed, you let your eyes shut, relaxing in Joochan’s arms as he softly sings to you.

A/n: feel free to let me know what you thought of this, feedback is always welcomed!<3

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