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seungmoroll · 3 years

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My Job is to Protect You | Joochan

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

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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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crybabybomin · 4 years

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Sick and in Love - Hong Joochan

Pairing: reader x Joochan

Warnings: kind of angst maybe but fluff at the end

Word count: 1.544

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Request: by @incorrecttbz : can I request a joochan idol + trainee reader like friends to lovers thing? Thank you sm ❤️✨ golcha needs more content

I hope you like it :)

Being a trainee can be hard, its tiring but you love it. You have been a Woollim trainee for 4,5 years. You’ve trained with Golden Child, before their debut of course. You became friends with them. You are the same age as Joochan that’s why you two became good friends. You haven’t spoken to him much lately. You’ve actually been busy with your debut. The company finally decided to debut your group. And he’s been busy with his comeback.

You’ve seen his teaser pictures and you have to say he looked so good. You did miss him, just talking to him. It’s been very stressful for you. You are the main rapper in your group but you can’t dance as well as your other members and it drives you nuts. You sleep for like 2 hours a night if it’s not less. You’ve danced so much lately that your feet hate you for it. But you couldn’t just slack off. You needed to do good for your debut. So that’s why you are in the practice room alone at 3 at night dancing your feet off.

You turn off the music to take a break for a little. When you do that you hear some music coming from the practice room besides you and some people dancing. You are kind of curious to see who it is but then you remember to practice even more. And you start dancing again. I guess the people next to you heard you too, because halfway trough the song some people walk in.

“Y/N? What are you still doing here so late.” Joochan said and some of the other boys walk in too. “Well I have to practice for my debut.” You say smiling at him. “Your debut? Why didn’t you tell me you were debuting.” “Because like you can see I’ve been very busy and I saw you had a comeback too so I didn’t want to bother you.” You say and he looks at you. “Bother me, you could never.” You sit down and all talk for a while. When you sat down you could feel the pain in your feet and how tired you actually are. You yawn and Joochan looks at you. “How long have you been practicing y/n?” You really didn’t know so you just shrug and he looks at you disappointed. “c’mon y/n, tell me you did eat today.” When he asks you those thing you feel kind of ashamed because you know he wants you to be healthy. But you have to be honest so you shake your head no.

“it’s time to go to the dorms okay and sleep.” Everybody agrees and stands up. “I have to stay because I need to practice more.’ You say and they all look at you. Joochan pushes them out of the room but he stays back. “c’mon y/n, if you don’t live healthy. You will never impose your dancing so please just rest for a day. No one will stop your debut if you do.” You sigh and sit down again. “How do you always just know what to say. I just feel like if I don’t dance as well as my members people will think I don’t deserve my spot.” He sits down next to you and puts his arm around you. “look at yourself y/n if you keep practicing like this is won’t get better how hard you will try.” He points at you in the mirror. Then you stand up. “You're right, let’s go.” He smiles and stand up. He walk you to your dorm and wishes you goodnight. “promise me you care more about your health from this day y/n.” And he keeps his hand up for a pinky promise

After this night you try not to fall into your old rhythm and try to keep your promise. It did help with your dancing if you're being honest. You feel so much better and you though you might want to thank Joochan for what he said. But you really didn’t know how. You think that you might’ve caught feelings for him after that night. But he was your friend and. You didn’t want to ruin that. You decided to send him a message to get some food to thank him. He agreed and now you are walking to his dorm. You ring the doorbell and Jibeom opens the door. “hey y/n, Joochan is inside.” He pauses for a sec and then scream “JOOCHAN YOUR DATE IS HERE” and he laughs. His date? You thought. You were confused by his statement, did he tell them that it was a date? Did he want it to be a date? You were so much in your thought you didn’t even see Joochan appearing in front of you.

“Hellooo? y/n?” He said and brought you back to reality. He looked great he was kind of dressed up. “Hey sorry I was just thinking about something. Wow I kind of underdressed here.” You said and looked at your own outfit. “It doesn’t matter you always look great, c’mon let's go.” He said and grabbed your hand. You blushed at his words. Then you realised you were holding hands and you got even more red. “hehe cute.” He said and you looked up to see what he was looking at, but he looked at you. You didn’t know what to say, so you just said nothing. Then he started a conversation and you both talked while walking. “where are we going?” You asked him. “I actually found this small festival and I thought that would be fun.” You nodded and smiled at him. You both walk there. And you see a mini festival with little games and food stands.

“omg Joochan we need to do this” and you drag him with you. He laughs at you but you didn’t notice. You stop at a mini game and you ask the person behind the counter what the price is, when you try to get your wallet Joochan has already paid. “You don’t have to pay for me you know.” You say to him “I don’t have to but I want to.” You try to win a plushy but you don’t have enough points so Joochan also tries. He immediately gets enough points. He teases you about it. You get kind of annoyed by him because he knows you’re a sore loser. But then he asks the person behind the counter for the plushy you wanted and when he gets it, he gives it to you. “omg are you serious?” You ask him and he nods. You hug him. Then the person behind the counter says “You two are such a cute couple, I hope y’all have a great day.” “We aren’t a couple.” You say but then Joochan says “yet” You look at him confused and then he grabs your arm and takes you too an empty bench.

“So I need to say something y/n..” He says and you look at him. “It’s actually why I care so much about you, yeah of course I care about my friends but you are different. When I am with you I don’t want you too leave and you always make me happier when you are with me. And so yeah I guess I just want to say that I have a crush on you.” You stay quiet when he’s done talking and realize what he just said. He looks at you to see how you reacted kind of scared of what you will say. “I like you too Joochan. You helped me so much and you bring out the better person in me.” He sighs in relieve and then you decide to kiss him on the cheek. After you did that you ran away. He laughs and runs after you. When he finally catches you he looks down at you and ask you “so will you be my girlfriend” you nod and then he kisses you. You spend the whole day together and then decide to go back to his dorm.

You walk hand in hand home and he rings the doorbell. “Are you gonna tell them?” You ask him, he knows you’re talking about his members “Yeah they knew I was gonna ask you anyway.” “Oh so that’s why Jibeom said that I was your date.” He laughs and nods then the door opens and its Daeyeol opening the door. “GUYS HE ACTUALLY DID IT.” He screams and everyone runs to the door. This makes you kind of shy and you lean into Joochan. “Guys stop this is embarrassing.” Joochan tells them and then walks in dragging you behind him.

You spend the whole evening in their dorms and when you go back to your dorm he walks you back and when you enter your members ask you how the day went. You explain every detail to them and they are kind of jealous and happy for you of course.

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key201303 · 3 years

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neoangelic · 4 years

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Can you do 13 of fluff prompt with golcha bomin?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? || choi bomin

summary: Choi Bomin always asks if you believe in magic. He bothers you every day about it. Honestly, the gap between his good looks and his eccentricity is astounding. During a school trip, you two are paired to take a test of courage in the woods. You’re determined to push through till the end to get a prize but Bomin is a scaredy-cat and the seniors who are scaring you are less-than-forgiving. There is... also something weird about him?

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

PAIRING: bomin x reader (f)

WORDCOUNT: 2,346 words

Choi Bomin was a stalker. He’d follow you around like a lost puppy and act like he wasn’t. He’d bump into you in the hallways and flash a smile like he didn’t plan it. He’d show up to the restaurants you visit after school and he’d blame it on having ‘similar tastes’. No, he didn’t have any malicious intent. No, he wasn’t madly in love with you. No, you weren’t popular enough for a guy like him to like you.

He incessantly wanted you to admit you believed in magic.

Did you? Duh. Yes.

But you didn’t want to tell Bomin that. Not with the way he cheekily brought it up in every conversation. Or with how he ‘dropped’ his pencil and asked you to pick it up and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he said—

“So, you do believe in magic, right?”

Bomin’s eyes twinkled, a grin etched onto his boyish face. It took you a while to muster enough courage to turn down such a look, but your rejection wasn’t far from usual.

“Why do you keep asking me this?” It was a shame you two were partnered for the school retreat. “Pay attention, will you? I’m not losing prize money because of you.” Not really, though. Unlike his popular ulzzang stereotype, Bomin was actually quite studious. So not only did the students love him but so did the teachers. It seemed that everyone liked him—except for you.

“Everyone, I’m sure you’re all excited for me to announce the first event that will kick off our retreat…the one and only, most challenging, most enticing and exciting—”

“Don’t say that,” he whined. “I’m a great partner. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Really?”

Bomin noded, hair falling into his face. “All you have to do is tell me if you belie—”

“ — test of courage! Now, we’ll pass out some flashlights and your hint to get to the end. There are hints along the way as well, and there are multiple paths to take. For safety, you will be given flares. Use those if you wish to drop out. Be safe please, we don’t want a repeat of last year.”

You watch as Bomin’s grin morphs into a grimace of terror. “You ready, golden boy?”

He gulps, “what?”

“You told me you were going to do whatever I say.” You shoved the flashlight you were given into his chest. Bomin fumbled to catch it. “You’re on flashlight duty.”

“So…I’m walking in front?”

“Is that a problem? I’ll be figuring out the clue and navigating.” You cross your arms. “Unless you want to be the one looking around to find the right way to go.”

Bomin switches the flashlight on. “Nevermind that. What happened last year?”

“Teachers won’t tell us. They say a student wandered in the woods too far and never came back. Some just say he dropped out of school because he was too traumatized from bumping into a ghost.” Or he just fell since he didn’t listen to the teacher’s instructions and broke his leg and his parents complained and unenrolled him—nah, you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Oh.” Bomin’s face went pale.

For all those times he’s teased you, you finally are able to mess with him back.

You didn’t take Choi Bomin for a coward. Despite all the rumors circling around that he’s even scared of tripping on cables, you didn’t believe it. You see now why people believed it to be true.

___

“I think we’re lost.”

“Don’t play around with me—” Bomin whined, tugging on your sleeve. He was walking so close to you that his body heat was enough to give you relief from the frigid evening air. “We’re going the right way.”

“We’ve been going in circles.” You frown and give him a nudge. To which he jumps at. “Stop breathing down my neck. I think someone planted a fake hint earlier to prank anyone who came by it. Which was, unfortunately, us.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So is your arm.” You sigh. “I’m so glad I’m not scared of the dark or we’d both be in trouble. Now that I know you’re scared of everything, I just hope a murderer doesn’t come out or something. That scares me.”

“Don’t say that!” Bomin chides.

“See? You won’t be able to protect me. You’d run away yoursel—” You hear a crunch.

Bomin clutches your arm this time. “What was that?”

“We’re probably stepping on some dried leaves.”

“That sounded like a lot more than dried leaves.”

You roll your eyes and turn to face him. For the first time, you notice the tears welling in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks and nose. He sniffles. You sigh for the millionth time. “Do you want to use the flare?”

Bomin shakes his head. “You want the prize, right?”

“I mean, yeah—I’m broke. But that’s beside the point. I don’t want you to cry!”

“I’m okay. I promised you that I’d be the best partner ever, right?” Bomin forces a smile. “If we get through this just tell me if you believe in magic or not.”

“Sure,” you raise your eyebrow. “But if you want to stop, the flare is with you. I have no qualms with it. As much as I find you annoying, I don’t think I should subject you to torture. That would be bullying, and I’m not that bad of a person. If you’d like, you can continue clinging to my arm— ”

Bomin blushes even harder. “Sorry,” he says but makes no effort to let go.

“Really? You’re embarrassed now? I’ve seen you scream because of a rock’s shadow.” You chuckle. He manages to break a real smile at that. “It’s kind of cute, so I’ll let it go.”

“You think I’m cute—” Footsteps. The crunching from earlier is now the more recognizable sound of footsteps. Bomin licks his lips as they’re drained of its color. His eyes go wide and his breathing becomes eerily still. “________, Don’t turn around.” Bomin tries to pull you into his chest to restrain your vision, but you whip your head around too fast and catch sight of the glint of a large butcher knife.

Your scream is caught in your throat as a tall figure emerges from the trees. A masked man in all black clothing stalks toward you with no sign of stopping. Your legs give out when the stranger laughs and raises his weapon even higher. As Bomin holds you up, you clumsily take the flare out of your pocket. The man lunges forward and you let out a squeak, flinching. Bomin cries out but instead of running away like he usually does, he drags you back behind him. The flare drops and rolls away a couple feet from the both of you.

“Bomin—we should run.”

As you say that, the sound of a revving motor picks up behind your ears—a motor? No. A chainsaw. “W—what was that?” Bomin’s voice is so low you can barely hear him. You have no idea how he’s standing his ground when running into a spider web managed to render him prone twenty minutes ago.

“T—there’s another psychopath behind me and I think he has a chainsaw.” You’re about to cry. “God, why did they take away our phones?”

Bomin reaches behind him to keep you close to his back. He takes a shaky breath. The two men look like they’re ready to attack.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” Bomin shuts his eyes tight as he holds up his hands at the two. “I didn’t want to do this but—”

Howling laughter. “Dude, what are you doing?” Man with the knife takes off his mask to reveal a grinning Donghyun. “You’re aiming at us with your eyes closed? And with what? Your palms?”

“Were you planning to shoot lasers with your fingers?” The whirring of the chainsaw stops and Jangjun steps out from the dark. “You guys are too cute—wow, you’re so cool Bominie. Look at you, protecting your girlfriend!” Your senior grins.

Bomin collapses onto the ground before you do, “ah, Hyung. You’re so mean! Never do that again.”

“Sorry ___, we wanted to scare our cutie, not you.” Jangjun drops his prop and helps you up. Your legs still feel shaky from the adrenaline.

“Not that you aren’t cute too,” Donghyun chimes. “But we didn’t expect Bomin to step up like that—hey is he crying?”

You wipe the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “that was not funny!” You crouch down next to your bawling partner. “He’s cute when he gets scared, not when he thinks he’s going to die! Or when I think I’m going to die.” You try to soothe him.

“Oh…we feel really bad,” Jangjun doesn’t know how to handle the situation for a moment. He locks eyes with Donghyun. “We’ll lead you back and tell the teachers.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Donghyun ruffles Bomin’s hair. “You did well. Sorry for making fun of you, big baby.”

“I—I’m not a baby,” Bomin sniffles, composing himself.

“Sunbaenim. Next time, dress up as ghosts or monsters. Don’t look like mass murderers.”

“Don’t be mad at us ______,” The oldest gives you a guilty look. “We just wanted you guys to have some fun.”

You didn’t take their excuses. You were already mad. “Okay. Just lead us back.”

Donghyun hands Bomin a handkerchief. “I didn’t know you two got along so well, though.”

“Choi Bomin.” You whisper, holding onto his arm. “We’re going back now, okay?”

He nods, clinging onto you.

Jangjun tries to lighten the mood by using his chainsaw like an airport marshaller would use a lightstick. “Please watch your step, we’re setting off this way!”

Donghyun nudges him with a shush. “She’s mad let’s just stay quiet while we walk.”

“R—right.”

____

The teachers spent nearly an hour yelling at the two seniors. You and Bomin watch as Jangjun and Donghyun kneel outside your tent with their arms shaking in the air. Their wails of apologies trail off in the background, the students who’ve returned from the test of courage stare at them strangely.

Some of them are by the crackling fire and some of them are running around with their own group of friends. You see Seungyoon and Joochan sing ballads with a guitar and a gathering crowd. Daeyeol, the senior class president, is supervising Jibeom, Youngtaek, Seungmin, and Jaehyun as they play a rowdy game of catch with their frisbee.

“You don’t want to go out and join your friends?”

Bomin looks pitiful, wrapped in a large blanket, and holding a steaming tumbler of coffee in his hands. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“You said a bit thirty minutes ago.”

“Why are you still here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you found me annoying.”

You couldn’t debate that. “Yeah, but a bit less now.”

Bomin cracks a smile and rubs his still pink nose. He tries to ignore Jibeom’s piercing laughs as Youngtaek runs after the thrown frisbee.

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it.” He puts down his drink. “And I even promised I was the best partner ever. Ugh.” The way his eyes and nose crinkle with his grimace reminds you of a bunny rabbit.

“It’s okay. I got scared too—those idiots were at fault. I plan to threaten them later and extort some money anyways.”

“You sound like a gangster.” Bomin’s eyes follow his Daeyeol hyung’s frantic figure running to catch the frisbee as well. Wait—wasn’t he just the referee?

“I didn’t expect you to stand up against them like that—if those were real murderers you probably would’ve saved us. Maybe you are a real tough guy, after all.” You clear your throat and try to rack your brain. How should you bring this up? “I just wanted to say… about our promise. I don’t really know why you’ve been constantly pestering me about this but I do believe in—”

“ ______! Bomin! Look out,” Youngtaek screams as he trips over his own feet, face planting onto the ground.

For a split second, you think that the red disc is about to hit you square in the face with its speed. Cursing Jaehyun’s athleticism and strong aim, you barely have enough time to react and flinch. Then, the frisbee comes to an abrupt stop right in front of your face right before Bomin leans over and catches it.

“Got you.” He smiles wide, gums showing. Bomin sheds his blanket like a snake with its skin and stands to reprimand his hyungs once again. “You’re lucky I caught it before it hit her!”

“Ooo, Bomin nice catch!”

“Jibeom this isn’t a time to give him a thumbs up! I’ll have to confiscate the frisbee—someone get Tag to the nurse for god’s sake.” Daeyeol stomps over to Bomin. “Thanks for catching it in time.”

You’re confused, “but—”

The two boys look back at you. “What’s wrong, did you get hurt?” Daeyeol takes the death device from Bomin.

But he didn’t catch it. You didn’t see him touch the frisbee to stop it. “Bomin—”

“Ah, hyung.” Bomin interjects. “I’ll help Tag hyung out while you yell at the others.”

Daeyol nods with a “Thank you” and does as the younger said he would. You see the guilty faces of your seniors once again as they mouth an apology from afar. You turn you eyes to Bomin, who speaks.

“Sorry, ____. I’ll come back after dealing with this.”

“But—”

The black-haired boy looks over his shoulder and winks. “I know what you were going to say earlier, don’t worry.” He smirks ever so slightly while placing a slender finger over his lips. “That was a little secret between us, got it?”

“W—what was?” Your heart beats fast and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. You beg him to stay with those words, to explain what he meant. Did he really catch that frisbee? Did you actually see it stop in the middle of the air all of a sudden? Was he saying that he did that?

Bomin laughs as the campfire roars behind him, casting his figure aglow in warm light. He looked almost— “the magic I did, silly.”—magical.

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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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thepixelelf · 2 years

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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 is 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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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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hi, congrats on 5 years! i only found your fics recently but they're gorgeous, and you're one of the few people writing for golcha :') i'd like to request a golcha donghyun vampire au for the drabble game <3

hey anon, thanks for the request! glad you've been enjoying my fics, and I hope you enjoy this drabble too :)

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is an exploration of the golcha supernatural convenience store au I thought up like a year ago....... but never wrote. oops)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: Convenience Store Shenanigans

Pairing: Donghyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 680

Warnings: mentions of blood

“Y/N, for the last time, please get off the counter.”

“No one else is here,” you retort, earning a snort from Jibeom in the back. “And Jaehyun sits up here in his little cat form every other day, why can’t I do the same?”

“You’re not a cat shifter,” Donghyun argues, though he’s smiling. “You don’t look cute doing what you’re doing.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “I, Y/N, your favorite significant other in the world, don’t look cute?”

“DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM -”

“Shut up!” Donghyun yells at the back. Jibeom and Joochan continue for several more seconds before devolving into stupid snickers that Donghyun refuses to pay attention to for fear of losing more brain cells than he can afford. You’re smiling at him anyway, which is a much more welcome sight than his two friends’ combined Cheshire Cat grins.

You shift your position on the counter to face Donghyun more completely. “Hey, if you really want me to get down, I will.”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. It’s nice to look up at you like this, to see a more than welcome face during his late night shifts at the convenience store. And you’re right, no one really comes at this hour, especially not on weekdays. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I probably should anyway.” You hop off the counter and right into his lap before Donghyun can even prepare himself. His noise of complaint is cut off by your lips smacking against his cheek. Damn it, now his face is starting to feel hot. “You need to eat, don’t you? I don’t want to fall over and hit my head after you’ve finished.”

“Why do you always do the opposite of what I say?” he complains, even as he takes your wrist in his hand. “I tell you to get down, you decide to stay up. I tell you it’s fine to stay there, you immediately come down.”

“Because I know doing either is perfectly fine.” You stick out your tongue. “Now answer my question. Do you need to eat? Otherwise I came here for no reason.”

He pouts. “Is seeing my face not enough reason?”

“NO!”

“SHUT UP, JOOCHAN,” you yell before turning back to Donghyun. “Yes, it is,” you say sweetly, patting his head. “But it’s very late, and I’m not a vampire like you so I unfortunately actually need to sleep.”

Guilt pricks his chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You hit his chest. “I don’t care that we run on different schedules. I just care that you eat as much as you need, and that I get to sleep on your shoulder after.”

“Yes, yes.” Donghyun takes the wrist you’ve outstretched, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt slightly. “I’ll eat. Close your eyes.”

You let your eyes fall shut, then let your head fall on his shoulder. Donghyun wastes no time in piercing through the skin of your wrist. He winces at your initial flinch, but then you settle into him more fully as he carefully takes his fill of blood from your veins.

When he’s finished, he kisses the puncture wounds in your wrist and licks the blood from his lips. “Done,” he whispers, patting your head.

“Mmh.” You blink your eyes open blearily. “Good?”

“Yeah.” Donghyun smiles, handing you a bottle of orange juice. “Drink up, then sleep, okay?”

You down most of the bottle without complaint, then rest your head back on Donghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t wake me up,” you mutter, closing your eyes.

He pats your head again. “What if I need to go and get something?”

“... Make Joochan or Jibeom do it.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!”

“Shut up,” the two of you snap in unison, your voice considerably more subdued than his.

Donghyun shifts your head to his lap, patting your head as you settle into his body. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs, not bothering to hide the little smile on his face. “I’ll fend off Jibeom and Joochan for you.”

“My hero.” You yawn, patting his leg. “Good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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team captain // choi bomin

🌟 pairing:: choi bomin x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, everything tbh, volleyball player!bomin 🌟 summary:: the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

a/n: i like this but i don’t know if i do u feel? ——————————————————————————

he was the star volleyball player that everyone thought was perfect because of his background, the way he played, just everything about him but the thing is, not everything about him was so perfect. i wish i didn’t have to find out this way but i did. i remember that day so clearly because i wish i never walked into the room at that moment. i wish i never had anything to do with the boy named choi bomin, the fucking varsity volleyball team captain.

it all started last year when he finally became captain. every girl on campus came to watch him and only him. i was always forced to go by my friends, and it just so happened that one game changed my entire school life. i was on my phone because i honestly could care less about volleyball but when i looked up, he caught my eye. i wouldn’t stop watching him the entire rest of the game. of course i’ve seen him around campus, but i had to admit he was good looking. wrong. he was devastatingly gorgeous. at the end of his game, he looked up into the stands, made eye contact with me before winking.

for the rest of the week i didn’t say anything to anyone about it because for sure it would cause chaos. as if bomin didn’t smirk or wink at me every time he saw me in the hallways. at first i thought it wasn’t me he was looking at but i soon realized that it happened every time he was near me. i didn’t know why he decided to choose me, but i didn’t hate it. no one had to know that though.

“y/n can you go get me my notebook for me please? i left it on the table during class.” mina smiled at me from across the room because she was in a zoom meeting and wasn’t allowed to leave the screen. i rolled my eyes because she made me get off my bed to walk all the way back to the lecture hall.

“do you need anything else your majesty?” i scoffed when she gasped saying that she wanted me to bring food for her. when i walked over there, i put both headphones in playing a song that i was obsessed with for a while now, breathe by golden child. as i slowly walked up to the hallway, there was a professor causing me to yank my headphones out of my ears. i said hello then walked into the room but slowly walked back out when i saw bomin and one of our professors. we had three or four classes together and he would either sit in front of me, behind me, but never beside me.

“just because you’re the team captain, and your parents pay for every major donation to the university won’t help your grades okay bomin? your grades need to rise because if they don’t, i don’t think volleyball is something you should be doing right now.” this professor was new, and she was very brave to be able to even say that to bomin. everyone knew that if you spoke back to bomin he would do anything and everything to get them fired. she wasn’t even a little bit scared.

“i can just do better on the next test what’s the point of this?” when he replied, i hid around the corner of the door trying not to seem like i was eavesdropping on their conversation. i felt that i shouldn’t be listening to this, because it wasn’t something that i should have heard.

“bomin, if you don’t get your grades up, your coach is going to kick you off the team. i will find you a tutor.” she rolled her eyes putting her hand on his shoulder. my jaw dropped open when i realized what she had said.

“whatever.” he scoffed standing up putting both hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. once he stepped out of the door, he looked down to see me before taking a step towards me then when my back was facing the door, he took another step towards me backing me up against the wall. he leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck as he spoke,

“if you say anything about this, i will personally come for you. got it love?” as he finished his sentence, before he walked away, i heard a faint click sound. i didn’t know what it was but i looked into the distance when he walked off. i didn’t think much of it and did what i came to do.

that’s when everything went to shit.

“y/n, you have to get out of here. right now.” the entire volleyball team came running into my room except for their captain. sungyoon was packing my stuff off the table, while joochan was helping me find my hoodie and a hat. he put it on my head quickly before he continued to pace around the room to find something else. donghyun was picking up my bag, while jaehyun was grabbing my phone. i stood there completely clueless before daeyeol grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my dorm.

“what the fuck is going on?” i looked up at daeyeol then turned around when i heard a huge thump. i saw that jangjun, joochan and youngtaek were all laying on top of each other groaning because they all tried to go through the door at the same time.

“we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know that if you don’t leave soon, getting an explanation will be the least of your worries.” daeyeol shook his head putting his hand on my lower back pushing me towards the door of the dorm building. that’s when i realized why they were trying to get me out of the building. bomin’s “to be fiance”, and bomin’s mother were getting out of the car when we walked out.

“hyung i told you we shouldn’t have gone this way.” jibeom looked down mumbling under his breath before pulling me away from their eyes. well at least he tried. joochan stepped in a few seconds later telling me that he had it all under control. i looked up at him questioning what he meant. we continued walking which caused joochan to hang back to talk to jaehyun.

“boys! just the people i was looking for. what a coincidence.” his fiance giggled but narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed i was hanging out with the team. i mean i didn’t usually so i would be weirded out too.

“who the fuck are you?” she scoffed walking up to me just as joochan smoothly jumped over seungmin who was tying his shoe laces. he slid his arm around my waist pulling me to face him completely. i looked up at him shocked at his actions then looked back at the girl.

“she’s my girlfriend, who the fuck are you?” he mocked back at her before turning to laugh with jangjun who was making jokes in my ear about her to make sure i wasn’t freaking out. i looked back at him giggling at him when he was telling me that he had my back.

“when’d you get a girl chan?” she laughed then rolled her eyes looking around to see if there was anyone walking out of the building behind us. she then looked at daeyeol crossing her arms, and scoffed. as joochan was about to reply to her she held up her hand to get him to stop talking.

“okay no. i understand that you think you’ve got it going for you but i don’t think you should be bossing people around like you own the place, especially my man.” i shrugged walking out of joochan’s arms and up into her face. her jaw dropped when she realized i had just talked back to her. she took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed at me then held up her hand to shoo me away.

“you’re irrelevant right now. daeyeol have you seen a bitch with bomin lately? apparently she’s been trying to slide in with my man.” she scoffed swiping on her phone to hold up the picture. i realized it was me. daeyeol gave me a side glance which gave me a message that i needed to get out of there. now.

“boys, let’s go. and we haven’t, but then again any ‘bitch’ hanging out with bomin is always better than the bitch in front of us.” jangjun scoffed then laughed when he was pushing joochan and i to start walking. we all started walking off, and when bomin’s mom and his fiance walked into the building, bomin showed up out of nowhere.

“i’ll take her from here. thank you boys.” he smiled at me holding his hand out to me. i crossed my arms refusing to take his hand but of course, all he had to do was grab my arm pulling me towards the side of the building where it was out of the sight of his mother and to be fiance. he put me up against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. he looked over my shoulder once before turning back to look at me.

“thank you for playing along with the boys. if i went, it would have caused suspicion, so thank you.” he was genuinely thanking me. was bomin actually a nice kid? was he protecting me right now? he put his hand on my cheek caressing my cheek before looking me straight into the eyes.

“well i didn’t know what was going on and i figu-” i started my sentence only to see that his eyes moved down to look at my lips. i bit my lip only to meet his eyes again. he kept his eyes on mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes, well it felt like ten minutes. then he spoke.

“can i kiss you?”

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 3 years

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Dance, Baby! || Donghyun

My favorite boy! I’m happy to write this as its a favorite song of mine and reminded me of him for a while. I hope you all enjoy! I’ll also hopefully be picking back up requests soon, thank you for always supporting me my loves! also once again want to note if its x reader with no specific gender said its gn! I prefer to write in gn so everyone can enjoy my work! The song I based this fic on was very female oriented which is why I kept it them same but just thought Id remind my gn works are almost all of them! Unless you specify in request I usually keep it gn!

All the writing is done by me and based with the lyrics of dance baby! please dont take credit of my work or lyrics taken from Boy Pablos work. I credit all music genius to him!

Pairing: Donghyun x female reader

Synopsis: Going to a party was not on Donghyuns to do list but for his buddy he decided to make it. Feeling bland till he saw you, care to dance?

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint!

Warnings: minor language

listen to Dance, Baby! by Boy Pablo

Gif credits to rightful owner ✨

Donghyun didn’t plan on going to the party Youngtaek was throwing, but Youngtaek was so excited about it he couldn’t bring himself to not. Sadly the party was exactly as he suspected, sitting alone, nobody sparking interest in him for conversation. The people in here are crazy, he’d been faking a smile for a while now; but what could he do instead? Been here for a while now, did he even know when he got here? No idea at this point. Just fed up and wanting to go home.

All those thoughts came to a stop though as you came to the room. Your beauty and bright smile took him by surprise. Donghyun quickly found his way to Youngtaek through the crowd of people. You thankfully still in sight left Donghyun able to ask Youngtaek the question. Who are you?

“Taek, who is she?” Donghyun said, nudging him pointing in your direction.

“Oh that's y/n! She's super sweet, you'd like her.” He said with a smile back to the younger male. Youngtaek could tell Donghyun took a liking to you. Could see it in his eyes. His thoughts showed everything. damn, that girl.

“Would you be willing to set me up with her?”

“I mean sure? But you could easily do that yourself.” Youngtaek patted his shoulder with those words and walked with him to you. Being faced with two boys, knowing one already you automatically made eye contact with Donghyun as he was a new person. You could see as he had a mixture of confidence and nervousness all at once.

“Y/n! This is my friend Donghyun. I think you and him would get along well!” Youngtaek said as his usual energetic self. What you didn’t hear was Youngtaek’s whisper to Donghyun “you’re welcome” as he walked away. The dance floor is near you two. Why not just go for it? One of Donghyuns most charming points is his dancing, so why not ask?

“We just met but, care to dance with me?” He said with a smile on his face reaching his hand out for you. Gladly taking it you walked out to the dance floor. You were jaw dropped by his moves, unlinking hands to dance to impress, he made sure not to go too hard but you still felt a little funny dancing next to such a professional like that.

“You're so good at dancing, I don't think I match the level.” You said with a laugh. He held onto your hand once more and smiled at you.

“Dancing skill doesn't matter if you’re having fun.” He said as he took you in for a spin. You couldn’t lie to yourself while having the time of your life with him. He could feel the butterflies filling his stomach. You really had a grasp over him and you had just met. He was glad to see you having fun and not intimidated by his moves.

“See? Just dance with me, we can get lost right here under the chandelier.” Donghyun's smile grew wider as he saw your face lit up. Sadly your wonderful impromptu dance partners plans to get to know you better took a turn as someone grabbed your arm. Turning you saw it was a guy from past school classes who you had interest in a while back but never took an initiative with him.

Who’s he? Donghyun thought but couldn’t bring himself to say out loud. You excused yourself from Donghyun and started talking with said boy. His demeanor was rude and he obviously was one to be cocky. Donghyun was frustrated as he watched your interaction go down with the man. He felt bad to eavesdrop but the guy’s just a douchebag. He seemed predatorial over who you hung out with as he kept asking about Donghyun after you said you had just met. But you seemed to be awfully patient with the boy so Donghyun didn’t know how to take the situation. All he could think was 1. Please don't turn me down for him 2. What does this guy have that he can't give to you? 3. I'm so disappointed in myself.

But as if the gods had a liking for Donghyun he was taken out of his existential crisis. The look on your face says “I hope we go places” as you find your way over to him. With that interaction though a blow to his confidence was made trying to tell if that was a boyfriend, friend, but is it too soon to ask? Well better to not be a home wrecker than to continue shooting his shot. But what should he do afterwards? Ugh should’ve searched how to date on Chrome.

“So who was that guy?” He asked with curiosity and nervousness laced in his voice. Finding it cute you decided to see if you could push for something.

“Just a past crush, seems he's actually interested. It just took me interacting with another guy for him to tell. But I’m ready to let go. What do you think I should do?” You said with a gleam of hope he'd take an initiative with what you laid in front of him. But even then making a new friend wouldn’t be bad either if he didn’t go for it you thought.

“I could give the world to you if you turned him down for me” He responded with a smile once again reaching his hand out to you. But this time he had his phone in hand with a contact ready to be made.

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bluepilogue-s · 3 years

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[ THERE’S NOTHING MORE ROMANTIC THAN DYING ]

gn!reader X non-idol!golcha/jibeom(romance is insinuated)

zombie apocalypse au ! (word count: 800+)

WARNINGS; bruising mentions, zombies, death, gun insinuation, open-ish ending. (& 1 cuss word)

this all just … tumbled out throughout this past week so .. only slightly edited + can only hope it makes any sense PFPFPF — hope you enjoy ! please like/rb if you do :)

With his hand in yours, Jibeom watches the zombies bang on the doors as you settle back down onto the small couch; the feeling of fear having faded into one of acceptance in your heart, but your hands still tremble ever-so-slightly as you accidentally make eye-contact with one of the bearers of your end after pulling a blanket over your thighs.

The bite on your leg itches; as if to remind you that you were going to die whether your group’s safe-base was attacked or not, that the hoard was — if anything — speeding up the time you had left as you. Your goodbyes to the rest of the people you’d spent months with happened only — what feels like — a few minutes ago; Joochan’s ‘no goodbyes, only see you laters!’ still ringing in your ears, which reminds you that you should probably —

“You need to go.” You let go of Jibeom’s hand, looking toward him and away from the hallow eyes. “They’re waiting on you, dummy.”

You’re met with silence — or as much silence you can get with the banging and snarls — and you realize that Jibeom hadn’t even been looking at the crowd of monsters, but at the bruising bite on your calf. Fighting back a groan as you move it away from his sight to gain his attention, you say, “Jibeom.”

He finally hums, before looking over at you; his eyes shiny while his mouth was twisted into a frown. “I’m still not sure this is the best—”

“Don’t do this.” You sigh, looking away and bringing the blanket around your shoulders closer as if to shield yourself from Jibeom’s continuous protests. When he opens his mouth to continue his speech, you add, “It hurts to move anything below the waist at this point — this is the best.”

“And you need to go — your window of opportunity is closing.” His face scrunches up more after you add this, as if to try his best to oppose your decision in any way he can.

“I just hate the thought that your last moments are of us leaving you to them.” He finally states, all of his face flattening out aside from his mouth, which was still stuck in a deep frown. Your heart twists as you realize that that was what was bothering him — that you wouldn’t be able to comfortably pass away. You look at Jibeom for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of hey, you’re dying! sinking into your bones.

“My last moments will be knowing that you guys are safe.” You point out, “Not of you guys ‘leaving me to them’. I’d like to think that you’d know I wouldn’t think of you like that.”

A sharp sound of glass breaking echos just as you were about to teasingly click your tongue, bringing your and Jibeom’s attention back toward the groaning monsters’ banging on the windows and doors. “Shit, okay —”

Your hands begin to lightly shake again, the fear of Jibeom not making it out in time growing larger at the sight of the large crack appearing on one of the windows; a clear sign that it wouldn’t be long before the entire window would give in to the weight of who-knows-how-many zombies. With a growing knot in your throat, you wince as you reach over to pull Jibeom’s bag over; a sharp pain spiking up your spine at the sudden movement.

“You need to go, love.” You state, swatting at his worried hands he had stretched out the second you moved to grab his bag. “Before we both end up food for them, and Jaehyun tries something stupid to get you.”

Although slightly slow — as if to still silently argue with you — in his movements, Jibeom finally stands up; pulling his bag over his shoulders, and shuffling toward the back entrance everyone else had earlier.

“But hey,” you start, making him pause halfway to turn to look at you one last time, “I’ll find you, alright? Maybe not as human - or one of those things - but maybe as something smaller. So stay safe, you hear me?” You give him a small, but stern, glare with a teasing smile, sitting back against the couch arm.

Jibeom hums, continuing his way toward the exit while shaking his head, “I’ll try - until next time, right?” And with a tight grin and two-fingered salute, he leaves; the sound of his footsteps just barely audible over the banging and groans of your soon-to-be-guests, and you wait ten more minutes after he disappears before moving again, grabbing an object off the floor with a shaky sigh.

There’s nothing more romantic than dying, you think one last time just before pulling the trigger; the sound echoing with a loud bang! just as the doors break under the monsters. The commotion causing Jibeom — and your group — to look over and watch as the monsters stampede the building that had once held a warmer life.

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