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[blu-joons]

Coming Home To Them After A Long Day ~ iKON Reaction

Jay:

You didn’t care what Jinhwan was doing as you found him in the kitchen, capturing him with your arms wrapping around him as he moved towards a cupboard.

“Look at that for timing,” Jinhwan smiled as he noticed that you were home, “I was starting to worry about you a little bit.”

Your eyes peered around as you noticed plenty going on in the kitchen. “Are you making dinner?” You enquired, piecing everything together.

Jinhwan nodded in reply to you, “I was making a start on dinner until you held onto me and stopped me from being able to do anything,” he joked with you.

“Just five minutes,” you mumbled, refusing to let Jinhwan go, “I don’t want to let go of you just yet,” you told Jinhwan, catching him nodding still out of the corner of your eye.

He could only smile back at you, unable to say no to you. “I guess eating five minutes later won’t do us any harm,” Jinhwan responded.

“What are you making?” You asked Jinhwan, leaning back from against his chest, “do you need any help?” You added, trying your best to assist despite how tired you were.

“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry.”

Song:

A weak smile formed on your face as you found Yunhyeong already asleep in bed, quietly sliding underneath the duvet so that you could rest alongside him.

“Your home,” he mumbled, feeling the bed dip as you laid down, rolling over straight away and wrapping his arm over you.

You were more than happy to have Yunhyeong hold onto you, shuffling back to rest against his back. “I’m sorry that I’m so late home tonight.”

Yunhyeong’s head quickly shook as you apologised, “don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault. I wish they wouldn’t work you so hard though, it’s unfair of them.”

“I’m alright,” you assured Yunhyeong, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, “although it’s late, we managed to get a lot done, so I can’t complain too much.”

Yunhyeong’s eyes slowly opened so that he was able to look across at you properly, “why don’t you close your eyes and get some rest now?”

“I’m on it,” you chuckled, briefly looking back at Yunhyeong and seeing his smile before closing your eyes, feeling the arm around you tighten as soon as you did too.

“You’ve definitely earnt a rest tonight.”

Bobby:

Your head shook as Jiwon ran away from you as soon as you moved towards him in your apartment, keeping his arms wrapped around his back away from you.

“I’m not giving you a hug,” Jiwoon sniggered, backing away from you more and more, “I don’t care how tired you are Y/N.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at him, trying your best to follow him around. “You’re the worst best friend ever, you’re supposed to look after me.”

Jiwon nodded back at you, “I offered to order in food for the two of us, what more do you want me to do?” He quizzed with a shrug of his shoulders too.

“I want a hug though,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest, “all the times that I take care of you, and then when I have a bad day you just leave me alone.”

Jiwon continued to nod, darting around your living room. “Doing this has worked though, hasn’t it?” He asked, leaving you confused, following him.

“What has?” You questioned in response, noticing Jiwon standing still. You stopped moving too, not quite sure what was going on, as he began to open up his arms for you.

“Doing this has made you smile again.”

DK:

A sympathetic chuckle came from Donghyuk as soon as you found him sat on the sofa, collapsing down into his lap straight away and cuddling into his frame.

“Let me guess, bad day?” He asked, hearing you groan against him, knowing exactly what it meant when you collapsed down on him.

Your head nodded as you wrapped your arm across his chest, “if my boss asks me to take on one more job in that office, I think I might just scream.”

Donghyuk nodded back at you, knowing exactly how difficult things were for you. “I keep telling you that I’ll go in and have a word with him for you Y/N.”

“I have to stand up for myself,” you reminded Donghyuk, appreciating how concerned he was, “I’m just yet to build up the courage to do that and speak to him.”

His smile was soft as your eyes flickered up to look at Donghyuk. “I have every confidence that you’ll do it, it’s scary, but you’ve got to think of you.”

“I know,” you agreed, knowing all too well that Donghyuk had a point. “What if it ends up making things worse though? I don’t want him to think that I’m weak or incapable.”

“You’re human, that’s all you’re guilty of.”

Ju-ne:

The look in your eyes told Junhoe everything as he saw you walking through the house and towards him after finally returning home after another busy day at work.

“Come here,” he smiled, extending his arms out for you to walk straight into, letting go of a huff as soon as you rested against his front.

Your arms were tired as they lazily wrapped around Junhoe’s waist. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling a kiss be pressed gently to the top of your head.

Junhoe’s grip was tight, knowing that it was exactly what you needed after your day. “Do you want to talk about it?” He offered, feeling your head shake.

“I just want to forget that today ever happened,” you replied to him, closing your eyes to try and force the day out of the back of your mind. “It was just horrible.”

A hum escaped from him, keeping his eyes firmly on you. “Let’s do something to clear your mind,” Junhoe suggested, “how does a bath sound?”

“It sounds like a dream,” you lightly laughed, feeling Junhoe’s grip adjust so that he could take a hold of your hand, slowly beginning to lead you in the direction of the stairs.

“I’ll look after you, things will be alright.”

Chan:

The moment that your eyes landed on Chanwoo you found yourself walking towards him, snaking your arms around his waist straight away, resting against his back.

“Hi,” he chuckled, relaxing his hands over yours that pressed gently against his stomach. “How was your day?” He asked, looking back at you.

Your head shook against him as a groan escaped from you. “The worst,” was all that you said, feeling Chanwoo spin so you were resting against his front.

His hand rested over the top of your head, brushing gently through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he weakly smiled as your head tilted back at the sound of his voice.

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him with a faint smile too. “I could just do with a hug right now,” you told him, feeling Chanwoo’s grip around you tighten straight away.

His smile turned up as you looked to him for reassurance. “If it’s a hug that you’re after, then that’s definitely something that I can help you with.”

“You’re the best hugger that there is,” you agreed, letting go of a slight chuckle as your mind began to clear, allowing you to forget about the horrendous day that you’d had.

“You’re home now, I can take care of you.”

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[femscottlang]

The CPA and SSA- Part One

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x Accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about. 

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :) 

AN: I want to get back into writing and this is one of those maladaptive daydreams I use to fall asleep <33. I just love the idea of Aaron dating someone super stable and having a domestic little life. this is probably gonna be a 3 part series :)

Also if you're anything like me you love Zillow, this is the house I'm kinda basing this off of 

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

The team was split up into two SUVs. In the first, Aaron, Spencer, and Derek. The second, David, JJ, and Emily. Hotch furrowed his brows, weighing his options of where to take the team to be safe. They were all sleep deprived and hungry. He ran through the scenarios of a hotel, motel, cabin, safe house.

Finally, he thought of your place. The cozy mismatched furniture, the smell of spices always radiating, the music always quietly playing in the background. He let out a huff and glanced at Reid in the front seat, who called shotgun much to Derek’s dismay,  before looking back at the road “Spencer, grab my phone and call the most recent number.” Spencer gave him a confused look, but obeyed the order. “Hey- uh, who's-” he was interrupted by a voice coming through the car speaker

It was a rather calm evening at your house. You knew that Aaron was caught up with a case and weren't expecting to hear from him for a while. Putting on some classical music, you poured yourself a glass of red wine and began to cook dinner. Heating up the frozen Tikka Masala sauce you stored in your freezer for lazy evenings like these, you began to chop up some chicken to put in the sauce when your music got paused by an incoming call.

You walked over and struggled to answer it with your elbow, so as to not contaminate your phone. Shocked to see Aaron as the Caller ID, you say “wait one second, honey bun, lemme put you on speaker my hands are covered in chicken” you let out a giggle as you finally were able to select the right button on the screen.

  “Hey, sorry to call you out of the blue.” He stated, in a serious tone you'd only heard him use when he was called in for a case “Is everything alright, honey? You can always call me, you know that.” you frowned at the phone, going back to cutting up the chicken. “We -uh need somewhere to lay low, just the night is fine. You can say no, but” he looked through the rearview mirror at both Derek and Spencer.

His shoulders relaxed and his voice softened to the Aaron that you're used to “I miss you. I really need to see you” He sighed “Reid, text the rest of the team that we are going to Alexandria.” Spencer gave a curt nod and pulled out his own phone, texting JJ. 

“Have y'all eaten yet?” You asked simply, like this was every other time he called you driving home from work. Like your heart wasn’t gonna beat out of your chest at the idea of him being in immediate danger 

“What?” He asked, shocked at your casual response. 

“Have y'all eaten? I'm making food and I need to know if I have to make more.” You said, washing your hands and pulling out the rest of the chicken breasts you had. He smiled at the console “No, love. We haven't. nothing sounds better than your cooking. What're you making?” Derek and Reid gave each other wide-eyed looks.

“Jus’ some chicken curry, rice and I'll heat up some of that naan I made with Jack. You better watch out, he's getting to be a better cook than you” You sneered playfully as you did the math in your head over how many cups of rice you needed to feed six starving FBI agents.

He chuckled “I believe you. I was never any good in the kitchen. We'll be there in about 20 minutes, alright?” You squinted at the phone then sighed “yeah that's fine, it won't be done as soon as you get here, but you won't have to wait too long after. Next time you're getting hunted by a serial killer, give me a heads-up so I can cook a fancier meal for your colleagues. You're lucky I haven't changed into my pajamas yet, Mr. Hotchner.” 

“That's fine, thank you again, Honey. I promise I will. I love you” He said, grimacing in preparation for the stampede of questions heading his way “I love you too, darling. I'll see you in 20.” You said, starting to rush in order to have dinner ready. He hung up and was surprised by the silence.

“Okay. I know you're dying to ask about her. Go ahead.” His signature frown sank back into his face. Derek smirked and crossed his arms “Nah. I’ll wait until Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ find out. Plus, I have a feeling that your girl is a lot more open” he grinned. Aaron shot him a stern look “I'm regretting this.” His shoulder crept their way back up into their usual tense position. 

You heard a loud knock on the door, frazzled by the sudden noise while caught up in the chaos of cooking, you walked towards it hesitantly. You looked through the peephole to see Aaron staring at the door and the other five agents looking at your house, no doubt profiling you off of it. You opened the door with a wide smile, giving Aaron a small kiss on the cheek as you were unsure how affectionate he wanted to be in front of his coworkers.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly before placing a kiss on your forehead and letting you go “Thank you again, really. This is the team, Dr. Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ.” He motioned to each of them then moved inside and hung up his jacket like he always did. “Go stir the curry and check on the rice! I don't want it burning I'm not going out to get more food tonight!”

You looked away from him and at the rest of the team who were standing on your porch like deer in headlights. You tilted your head and flashed the same wide smile “Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” You watched them as they walked in and looked at each other, then the rest of your home. The older gentleman who you assumed was Rossi spoke up first “How long have you been seeing each other?” You shrugged, leading them into the living room 

“about three-ish years now. Aaron told me what had happened to- you know. He didn't want to risk anything like that happening again. Which is why I'm shocked that he brought you here. It must be bad, isn't it?” You sighed, sitting on the armrest of a chair and looking at all of their faces

“It's certainly not pretty. ” JJ said, sitting on the couch across from you. You nodded “relax, don't think about it anymore. I’ll go make sure your boss isn't burning down my house.” You gave them a tight-lipped smile and walked into the kitchen. Staying in the doorway, you watched Aaron tend to the food. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was tossed on the breakfast table. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your cheek against his back “you shoulda given ‘em a heads up. They're lookin at me like I'm a fish that grew legs” you laughed, letting go of him to grab bowls to put the food in.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I wanted to introduce you to them in a better way, but if we weren't here we’d be at a hotel and I don't think any of us would've been able to sleep. Your house is just so. Comforting. I like it better here than in my apartment. Jack does too.” You grinned at the plate “which one of them, are we gonna put in Jack's room here?” You asked 

“Whoever asks the most inappropriate question.” He states in his usual, monotone voice. You gathered all of the spoons into the stack of bowls and began to carefully walk to the dining room, pausing for a moment to bask in the domesticity of it all. Aaron cooking, his friends coming over after work. If he wasn’t being hunted down, it would be perfect.

You set the table and walked back to the kitchen where you see Aaron fanning a pan with a dish towel. “Oh good lord, move, agent” you laughed, pushing past him to get to the stove as you turned it off and threw whatever was left of the burned piece of naan out the back door so as to not set off the fire alarm. You huffed and set the pan in the sink, looking at him with a hand on your hip. 

He looked like a guilty puppy, head down, but his eyes looking up to meet yours. You bit back and smile, shaking your head “I don't know how you've gotten this far in life, Aaron. Truly.” You say, closing the distance between you too, and pressing a kiss to his temple. He hummed “I have you to take care of me” a grin broke out across your face as you placed a hand on his chest.

You heard hushed whispering and shuffling of feet before you looked at the doorway and saw the entire team trying to fit in the cramped space to see after-work Aaron that you're accustomed to. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched them bicker like siblings. “Who are you and what have you done with Hotch?” Emily asked, wagging a finger at you playfully. “It's like watching a feral cat be domesticated” Spencer muttered to JJ. you held your hands up in surrender.  “I didn't do anything! Now all of you are sitting at the table, dinner is almost ready.” You shooed them toward the dining room

 A knock at the door startled the both of you. You looked at him and motioned him to stay where he was, stepping on his foot to keep it from moving as you bent down and pulled the gun from his ankle. You took off the safety and held it behind your back. You looked through the peephole at an eccentrically dressed blonde woman. You cocked the gun and opened the door with a smile “Hi, Can I help you?” You asked, watching as she looked over your shoulder “Yeah, I'm looking for my team” she said “this is the address Morgan sent me”

You heard footsteps coming behind you and putting the safety back on the gun “Down, girl.” He mumbled, putting a hand on your lower back “Yes, Garcia. Come in." Aaron said, taking the gun back and putting it back in the holster “This is Penelope, our technical analyst.” Penelope grinned widely at you “oh hotch, you big softie. I can't believe you managed to keep her from me! Everyone else I get but me? I'm impressed” she said, walking in. You shook your head and smiled at the ground “the rest of 'em are in the dining room, you can join them I'm just about to bring the food out.” 

You looked at Aaron and grinned “I like your team” he scoffed “Yeah, until they start grilling you.”

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[lovingikonhours]

[8:29 pm] Junhoe holds your hands tightly as you kiss his nose goodbye outside of your apartment.

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[jaehyunskitten22]

Junhoe x Reader // You leave after a fight causing him to worry about you // Requested by anonymous // i hope you enjoy 😙♥️

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[aurorasillusion]

Back From The Military

Headcannon

iKON x GN! Reader

A/N They're kinda lengthy about 250 - 300 words each because I got a bit carried away sorry about that ahah. I'd like to stress that this is fictional and if you don't like it move on and don't read.

B.I - He comes home early in the morning; you’d just come off a night shift two hours before he got in. You wished you could have been there, but he understood. Not long after you had slipped in bed dozing off, did you feel the bed dip and a presence settle beside you? You knew it was your boyfriend, so you tried to make the effort to wake up some more despite how much sleep was trying to pull you back under. “Hey.” You croaked out; voice scratchy from sleep. “Go back to sleep” he murmured cuddling into you further. “Missed you” you confessed, stubbornly clinging to trying to be awake. It had been a while since you had last properly seen him after all, “I know. Missed you too, now go sleep.” He gently scolded, dropping a kiss on your head. Then dropping one on your lips as you sleepily pouted them up at him. He knew how tired you were but how much you wanted to be awake to talk to him however that could wait for later, he’s more than happy to just cuddle you feeling content and at peace with you back in his arms. You let yourself be pulled back into sleep, lulled by his presence and warmth. It felt good now knowing you didn’t have to sleep alone in your big bed, that he could now once again cuddle you to sleep, that you could just be wrapped up in his warm, loving, caring embrace knowing that you’d both sleep peacefully that night.

Jinhwan– Time was kind, although the length of the enlistment was long, it had actually gone by quick. His service was so close to being done and over now just a few more hours until you could see him again. You kept fussing over the decorations you had put up, balloons and banners to welcome him home, despite them already being perfect. Anything to stop you from keeping still as you were vibrating with too much excitement. He was due any minute now, his parents who were the first to see him, dropping him off. The sound of the code being punched into the door’s keypad echoed in the apartment and then it really hit home that he was back. You could barely stop your eyes welling up with tears when he walked in just overwhelmed by all the feelings, the longing, happiness, tinge of sadness for the time you’ve had to spend apart. “Don’t cry.” He said rushing over to you, to hold you tight in his arms. You shed a few more tears but sobered up quickly, not wanting to sob and snot all over him. “God, I missed you so fucking much.” You sighed; you were happy to have him back but also a little overwhelmed still – just a big mix mess of emotions. “I’m here now.” He said holding onto you tighter, knowing how much you missing him has been hell because he felt the same about you.

Yunhyeong –It was a tearful goodbye when he left, and an even more tearful time spent missing him. Not having your rock to come home to, to face life by your side was hard, after all, you were more or less living in two different worlds. Now even as you stood waiting with all respective people who had come along to reunite with their own people, you couldn’t help but curse mandatory military service. You had missed him terribly and were more than ready for the pain of missing him to go away as you stand awaiting your boyfriend to be released back to you. You didn’t have to wait long though, your eyes trained in on him like a hawk and you struggled your way through the crowd and jumped straight into his arms as soon as you broke free. His quick reflexes caught you in time, so you didn’t fall on your arse. Tight wasn’t the word you were more or less choking him with how tight you were hugging him, practically smothering him but with loving intent not murderous. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” He spoke beating you to it as you were going to say the exact same thing. “I’ve missed you more but okay.” You teased. “So glad it’s over now, don’t wanna see you leave like that again.” He made a noise of agreement and you both stood there for only God knows how long in your own little world just wrapped up in each other.

BOBBY - Staring down at the time displayed on the phone seemed to be a constant, clicking it on for the time to flash up on the screen only every second to check the time only to see it was the same as it was a second ago. Then clicking it on again a second after it had gone off to find time had indeed moved but only by a minute. It wasn’t going as fast as you wanted it and it only left you all the more impatient which led you to being on edge. Waiting for the moment he would walk through that door, for real this time, not like in you’re all too realistic daydreams, and swear to you, military service is all over. “I’m back.” He called, those simple words meaning the world to you. You let out a strangled noise of excitement, rushing over to jump on him – to smother him with your love. He catches you effortlessly, him beating you to the passionate kiss you were about to plant on him, by planting it on your before you could on him. Once you broke away from the kiss, you joked “diagnose me with separation anxiety now because I’m not letting you leave me from now on.” Making him laugh at your theatrics. But he understood, he thought about and missed you every day in the military. “I’ll marry you soon, so you’re stuck with me.” He hummed out happily, slipping an engagement ring onto your finger out of nowhere leaving you gaping at the sudden, odd but loving proposal

Donghyuk – Counting down the days turned into counting down the hours, and now counting down the hours turned into counting down the minutes. Counting down until you could see your boyfriend again, as he was now free from the military. You were proud of him for doing his service, knowing the strength it takes mentally and physically, but more than happy that he was seconds away from returning to you. You’d actually felt like you’d sent him of to war, but that was just you being dramatic, validly so though because well you were sending him into the military. He was coming straight from the military not even changing so he said, to meet you at the place where you first met. It was a request that he texted you this morning, and it left you as curious as you were excited to finally be in his arms again. T minutes two minutes and he was walking up to you, early not that you minded – the earlier the better. As soon as he was close enough to touch you, he pulled you into his arms and you reciprocated hugging him back tighter than ever. “I love you, missed you.” You both confessed at the same time. The pair of you tearing up a little just a little emotional from being physically back with each other again. Once you pulled away, he spoke up. “I missed you so much whilst I was away, and I thought about this a lot. I want to give you a promise ring. To promise that one day in the near future, it will be replaced by and engagement ring with a wedding ring the eventually join.” He slipped the promise ring on your finger, making the day even more special. A day to really remember in the future.

Ju-ne - Missing him was an experience to never go through again. Even there was the understanding it was mandatory military service, it didn’t take away from the fact that you missed him near enough every day. You survived on little communication and few and far in-between visits to him when he got days off, but no more. Today was D Day, he was coming home, and you couldn’t be happier. Although you couldn’t meet him right the moment he was discharged because you had work, it didn’t put a damper on your spirits. You were practically vibrating with anticipation all day, still feeling energized even after a long day at work. “Did somebody call for a soldier?” He teased as soon as you had rushed through the door. Joking back, you reply “Only if he comes with a striptease.” You try to stifle your laughter, but it comes out anyway. He watches on fond, having missed the sight of you laughing. Before you know it, you’re being pulled into a kiss, reciprocating you make sure to put all your feelings of love, happiness, and missing him into it. You were glad he was back, so glad you could get back to life with him, to create memories with your boyfriend that you would cherish forever. Happy to be thrown back into domestic bliss with him.

Chanwoo – It felt like this time couldn’t have come quick enough, after near a lifetime since he left now, he was coming home, And damn sure he was never leaving again for that long anytime soon. You stood there in the crowd of parents and partners alike of the soldiers watching fondly as they were reunited with each other. It was a beautiful thing to see, something you’d experience once you could bloody find him. You tried searching for Chanwoo, but it was kind of hard in the sea of soldiers all wearing the same uniform. Suddenly though you felt yourself, engulfed in a big hug - familiar strong arms wrapping around you. You knew who it was without a doubt, so you throw your arms around him in return squeezing him so hard, trying to convey exactly how much you missed him. Only he knew because it was the same amount as he missed you, though it didn’t stop you from wrapping around him like cobra jaws. When you broke apart from the hug, you pulled him in for a long passionate kiss PDA be damned. “I’m so happy you’re back now.” You spoke up, eyes threatening to well up with tears in response to the overwhelming different feelings you felt. “I missed you too.” He sighed happily, keeping you tight in his arms.

End Notes

Sorry @idikonic that it took so long, hope you like it :)

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WE’RE GETTING LOVE SCENARIO JU-NE BACK!!!!!!

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[sanghyukstattoos]

iKON: when it becomes difficult for you

A/N: For more, read here~~

Jinhwan:

You are sitting at your desk, distracted by the bright, vivid green colours of the forest framed far outside the window. Each branch of twenty to thirty leaves illuminated with the pretty sunlight moves because of the resilient winds. Together, they look like nature has embalmed itself with glitter. Beyond the dancing leaves, you can see blue like the colour of the sea near the shore. When it washes the sands, it's white but when saying goodbye, it returns to it's beautiful light blue, reflecting the multitude skies.

You stare, continuously, perhaps lost in thought but none are with you, neither do any come to mind. When Jinhwan walks into the room, he's rather joyful but his expression becomes more mindful when he sees you sitting there. From his view, he's seeing your numbed expression, it's rather ambiguous and for a second he wonders if he should be here, with you. The tears that should come to you, an expressional, heavy gesture of your pain stop short.

They get swallowed by waves of breaths that are steady in rising and steady in falling. He gently grabs the chair and places it at a distance that's not too far from you. If the situation were reversed, you would kiss him, another expression of how much you love to see him happy. He lets his hand flop when he sits down on the hard chair and looks outside. Then does he notice the beauty; he's looking at a traffic-light officer looking- tree with white blossoms covering the entity of its existence (they only come out during summer).

He grasps your hand and you look at him, a smile barely there, faint yes, but for him to know that you are doing okay. The turbulent winds slow down for a second when he reaches over and caresses your cheek, the action pleasantly dilates your eyes with a flowing transparent liquid. Before you can completely turn your head away from him, he pulls you back to him with a soft tug of his voice, ''Look at me, everything is going to be alright.''.

Yunhyeong:

Song hugs you tightly and you have no choice but to look at him, from your position, he doesn't want to let you go even though you will still be with him, later. He's close, much closer than you think from escaping from the confines of his happiness that he wants to show you the best, that you may always remain happy. You lay on his shoulder as he kisses you, so softly that you instantly respond to the way he moves when he's with you.

You clench his jumper with both hands, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to feel him, all of him. You won't go anywhere, you try to pull away to tell him but neither of you say anything. When he pulls back and takes in a breath, lips trembling for the way you taste, he looks into your eyes with a deep tenderness, as if he loves you more than he loves everything else. You stay in his arms, straddling him, trying to form words but the look in his eyes produces no words from you.

You see warmth, perhaps a reflection of everything you two have ever been and will be, it's impossible to say what. Hurriedly, he links your lips and flips you over, gently laying your head over the pillows. When he sees the look of haze in your eyes, he smiles contentedly, thinking that he'll miss this, even if you remain in denial. So there is something missing in his eyes that prevents from showing a full smile. Your breath is taken away when he leans over you and this time he speaks up, he tells you to speak to him.

''Speak to me'' he says. You nod, sitting up, hugging him, telling him that maybe you are leaving. The sun grows brighter, engulfing the room just a little bit more than what it was at half before eleven. He asks you what you mean by maybe, cupping your head because he knows that you are fatigued by all the events surrounding you. The look in his eyes is listening, over the peacefulness in your room of soft colour and slanting ceiling that actually overlooks the flowing oceans. You love him.

Bobby:

''What should we do today?'' he asked before he had tugged your smiles and giggles along to a comic store. This was to get you out of the mental predicament of your horrible situation. Upon entering the store, you hear the soft soul music float through the peaceful silence. People are sinking into their bean bags, the faster they read the words in relation to the beat playing above head, the harder they sink into it, trouble ceasing from their beautiful minds unless it is prescribed in the books. You look around, surrounded by taller than ever stacks of books, up and sideways, you look one way and Jiwon looks the other, curiously.

Unintentionally, you tug him along to the seating, set on the comfiest corner, sighing in relief when you sit down. Squeezing your hand, he leans over, gently whispering in your ears, ''What do you want to eat?'' probing a small smile and words of magic that even Jiwon agrees too. As he leaves to grab your food, ambivalently you get up and face the rows of thin, tall, plastic-covered books. Jiwon glances at you to see how you're doing, snapping his head towards the staff when they call for him.

Your heart quickly pounds, running your fingers over the often worn-out plastic leads you to the end of the line, where you walk towards the huge window. It emanates bright light and you slowly walk towards it, stopping to let someone pass by. Within the brief pause, you've begun to lean to one side, clutching the tempered wood that reminded you of the hard seating they had in churches. Jiwon set the food down, softly calling out your name and leading you back to the table.

Patting your hair down, he asks you if you are alright, eliciting you to entwine your hands and ask if he could feed your hungry self. He chuckles, struggling to open the packet, eventually looking around before he pries it out open using his teeth, setting it down for you. You tell him how much you want to read something together and you laugh when he begins to think in mock thought that it would be hard to find something the both of you agree on. You burst into little giggles when someone looks your way, nestling into his jumper while he covers you, also struggling to hold his laughter in.

You say that it wasn't even that funny, yet he's holding it in because of the stare you gave him, it's playful yet he loves that you are irked or annoyed, anything that isn't remotely serious and will make you smile. He tries to get away from your pinches and little threats and his eyes widen when he hears how calm you sound. It's like you tell him to sober up but you're smiling and your voice is loving and he really doesn't want to sober up now. His legs shuffle closer to yours, he pulls you into his chest as he plugs in the earphones and you listen away, careful not to slurp your noodles too loud.

Hanbin:

Your mind is restless, you are agitated as you turn your head from side to side, thinking of sleep as it comes to you. The curtains shield you from any of your colleagues finding you but they filter in the street light that illuminates the darkness outside. The patient whose bed you are sitting by is Kim Hanbin, he is currently asleep by the fact that you can hear his soft snores, causing you to smile. He came in fatigued from overworking and it made you happy to know that he was recovering. The distinct shuffling of another patient in the same room alerts you but what scares you more is when Hanbin taps your shoulders.

You immediately get up, steadying your spinning head by holding onto the end, hesitating to form words and he pulls you back onto the bed because he can see that you are about to fall. You see him lean over and open the drawer, pulling out a tonic that when he hands over, he tells you, ''I'm sorry, it's kind of bitter'' and gently places it into your hands, he continues, ''But it'll help''. You nod and he shuffles in the dark, sitting up to watch you drink it all the way. He smiles at the bitterness of the drink that you flinch and squeeze your shoulders from, comprehending enough to take it back and toss it in the bin.

To you, there's disco lights floating in the hallways and dancing music playing when you get up and your body no longer hurts. He's still sleeping so you let him be till he rings the nurse call button and you rush out of your seat, heart pounding moments before you fling the curtains back. He smiles when he sees your shadow shuffling, no doubt that hesitating nature of yours at play. It's night again, the birds are chirping upside down, he's sitting beside you, listening to your thoughts about today. You pause when he takes your hands in his, it's automatic since he's been wanting to hold that for a while.

He meets your eyes, there's the truck that is waiting outside which shines light through the window and from the table he hands you an orange. You missed the way his breath hitched when he saw you staring, the way his hands fumbled at the back before he caught yours in his and how there's an entire packet of oranges in the drawer, not including the two on the table. As you unwrap it, you ask him a question about himself which he hesitates to answer but does so anyway. In the morning, his mother and sister come to visit him and they bring this cake for him.

He walks out into the hallway filled with the chaos of running shoes but manages to spot you amongst the crowd so he waits patiently till you come back. You spot his messy hair and anxious behaviour to an elderly woman who starts a conversation with him but most of all, you chuckle when you see the distinctive, yellow bandage on his cheek. He's had it since he first came in. These memories are distinct, easier to pick out because of the emotion that had flown in with them. You are sat at the very end of the hospital, tucked away safely in the comfort of each other's arms. He's telling you what he first thought of you as he presses your leg to ease the pain you are feeling from running around all day.

Junhoe:

Running along the canal, you take in deep breaths when the soft music that comes in does nothing to fuel your endurance. Your chest burns and you are trying to adapt to the excess ache and pain of the burn that has stretched your muscles out. You heave as you sit down and a few moments later, Junhoe catches up with you, panting as he takes a seat. While you catch your breath, Junhoe wants to say something but he doesn't, causing the both of you to laugh when he waives it away.

You are sitting on opposite sides of the bench, leaning on the hand rail and leaning all your weight on it. While you look ahead, many others litter the tracks further down, away from the lake in front. It glistens with the bright pines of the sun's rays, reflecting the dog's reflection as it steadily laps at it. Yesterday, it was darkened by the reflection of the heavier clouds, giving it the image of ruined tracks or the feeling of being burned-out.

''We shouldn't have sat down'' Junhoe points out, his dismay clear as he struggles to get up, especially with you laughing. You had already started to feel unsure, you lacked the creative energy in the morning to go out but Junhoe had showed up, unusually on time and in just the right clothes. You had chuckled, nodding before he could ask, leaving the door open as you left to change. The he had suggested that you run a distance you could not fathom, you were feeling a drag, this holding back, to stay in the comfort of your house.

You had simply said yes, regret was too late for words by the time he had started, multiple times you had thought of stopping but not once did you say anything. He asks if you want to run but then reveals the truth because he has already known how you've been feeling. Surprise as your expression belittles his knowledge as he carefully explains to you how he knows. He suggests that you don't run but instead walk with him to which it only occurs after you express your interest in it.

There is amiability to walking with him, his hand gently holds onto yours. His grasp is loose, softly caressing the skin as wind blows away the limits of humidity, letting out collective sighs from the two of you. He comments on the weather and you laugh in agreement, linking arms with him. Such a slow pace to see the ducks gather around a traveller giving them food eases you, affection coating your eyes as you stare. When you get home, you tell him that you'd rather go to sleep but he keeps you awake with his countless poetic ideas and the thought of food before it can arrive.

Donghyuk:

''What's wrong- tell me'' he says, voice not as soft as it was the first time and spoken with determination- like the last straw as if he had made his mind up to help you. You nod but you don't move from your space on the sofa. You absent-mindedly stare at the skyscrapers far removed from your balcony but today, not that far away. The city is bustling, you know it without even having to look down.

Donghyuk looks at where you were looking and lets out a sigh, heavily, as he heads to the kitchen, stuttering around the cut vegetables and a pan on the unlit stove. Your phone, on, is laid near the stove which he traces the steps all the way to the carpet, areas ruffled where your knees had sunk into. Fingerprints coat the glass table on the carpet, the painting is hung sideways and what looks like stray pieces of glass on the floor.

He threads the carpet, slowly taking you into his arms, like the questions, what can I do for you? To make you happy, what can I do for you? In the reflection, you have no answer. There is an uncertain silence from Donghyuk who holds you, his voice also lost to the undulated sways you emanate in your reflection. In the silence he can not stand, he takes you outside to the bright lights dropping on quivering leaves and rugged stones for heavier walking.

Your steps falter slightly behind him, your questioning gaze staring up at him like a switch that has been turned on, you halt. He turns back and smiles and you wonder why. The truth is right in front of him, on you, when you raise your hand to cover your eyes from the shifting sun rays thus further showing him what he had needed to see from the start. It is like a piece, one-show but he knows that he can always come back to find it. It is best described as a smile.

Chanwoo:

Grabbing the laptop, you detach the charger, lifting it off the table and laying it onto the bed. You listen for the creaks and groans on the wooden floor outside your office whilst biting your lip, trying to concentrate on completing two things at once. You pull your laptop stand from its place, closing it, almost throwing it against the bookshelf. A thud, foreign to the silence outside, speeds up your heart rate, further drying your mouth.

You hold your breath, baiting whoever is peering inside with light steps like moving around the room to pull out books for references. You sit down; nothing leaves your sight. You pull out your laptop, open it, select files with clammy hands. You think about how the clamminess is a distraction, something you need not think about now and so you pressed on. A slip of frustration, a sigh of discontent escapes you as your fingers slip across the motherboard.

The ultimate hitch precluding the blue skies and warm laughter of children is when Chan knocks on the door, not expecting to see you twitch in your seat. He narrows his eyes at the movement, never having seen you so restless in the time of your love. With burdensome footsteps, he walks towards you, meeting your smile with a smile, gleefully. You feel as if he has skipped over to you, similar to the beginning. When he looks at your screen, his pupils dilate, he holds your seat, pulling you back.

There is faint tension in the air, nothing matters right now more than the darkness of the room. The silence is impenetrable as if he is to ask how you are doing but it would only sour the mood. As you move away from him to greet him, he pulls you by your shoulders, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your forehead. He can see the home screen, all tabs closed and mouse astray. You have frozen from neck to torso, just like how your legs are stuck to the chair and feet to the ground. Aimlessly, you look over at the ball-pen, waiting to be written with.

He squeezes your shoulders, telling you, ''Are you okay? You don't look well.''. You nod, sighing as you finally turn to him, wrapping your arms around him, sighing in relief to see him. As if the preceding event to the main, he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, lifting you off the seat. Had you not been so focused, your attention turned astray, you would have quickly removed the weapon under your desk. But you can not help it, because even you are not unsurpassable. He leads you out, where the steels click around your wrists, binding them together.

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[noona-clock]

The Personal Trainer

Genre: Gym!AU

Pairing: Junhoe x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,395

Finally, after weeks of putting up with your older brother’s badgering, you caved. You relented to his persistent suggestions to sign up at the gym close to your apartment -- and not only that. You had signed up (and paid extra for) personal training.

You really had never been one to find any sort of exercise enjoyable. You hated getting sweaty, and you had yet to find any activity you actually wanted to do. Just thinking about going to the gym and running on a treadmill or doing strength training made you feel like whining. And hiding under your covers in bed. And sleeping for about a week.

It’s not your fault you were lazy! It’s just how you were! It’s who you were as a person, and now that you were well into adulthood, you had come to accept that about yourself.

But, apparently, your brother had not.

He claimed to be “concerned for your long-term health,” but you knew he really just couldn’t stand lazy people and wanted everyone he cared about to love working out just as much as he loved working out.

It would never happen, but you got irritated enough to give it a try.

So, here you were. Wearing brand new workout clothes and scanning your fresh, new membership card at the front desk of the gym.

“Excuse me?” you asked the gorgeous, young receptionist who looked worlds better in a spandex crop top than you ever could.

“Hmm?” she chirped, shifting her gaze up to you. “How can I help?”

“Where do I go for personal training?”

The girl stood up, a beaming, friendly smile tugging at her lips as she replied, “Right over there!” and pointed to a closed-off area to the side of the main exercise room.

“Thank you,” you murmured with a slight grin before heading over there.

“Have a great session!” she called out cheerfully after you.

...How could you be that cheerful working in a gym?

I mean, obviously, a lot of people could be. But you couldn’t imagine it. The only place at which you’d be that cheerful to work would be... like, a candy store. Or a coffee shop. Definitely something to do with food.

Anyway. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you approached the personal training area, and you chewed the inside of your cheek when you realized your trainer -- whoever he or she was -- hadn’t shown up yet.

Then again, you were basically always early to anything and everything, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you’d arrived before your trainer.

You let out a soft sigh as you set your bag and water bottle down next to the wall of the fairly small, roped-off area designated for personal training, and then you slid onto a bench to wait.

As the seconds ticked by, you found your gaze wandering out into the main area of the gym -- who didn’t love people watching? Especially when you were just sitting somewhere waiting for someone else to arrive.

To your slight surprise, the ellipticals and bikes and treadmills were not occupied solely by buff guys and fit ladies. There were definitely some of those, but you also saw a couple of -- truly no offense intended -- average people running and cycling their hearts out. There was even an older, gray-haired man speed-walking on a treadmill, and it brought a tiny smile to your face.

At the very least, it made you feel better that you didn’t seem to be the most unfit person here.

Just as you turned back around, you caught a glimpse of someone walking toward the personal training area.

...Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn --

You shook your head quickly to dispel the thought.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Hey,” you heard a voice call out.

And it was a very familiar voice.

Indeed, the familiar voice of the person you thought for a split-second you’d seen in your peripheral vision walking over here.

...Great.

You stood, your heart jumping up into your throat as you turned to face...

Him.

Junhoe.

Your ex-boyfriend.

As soon as he saw you, Junhoe stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened slightly, but it was enough to be noticeable.

What -- was he -- I mean, was he also here for personal training or was he --

“Are you my trainer?” you blurted out. Your nerves were very obvious in your voice, and you scolded yourself for letting your anxiety show right now.

Junhoe’s mouth fell open, but it took him a few seconds to actually answer you.

“...Yeah.”

Wonderful.

So, he was a personal trainer now? After your break-up a couple of years ago, you hadn’t kept up with him on social media (but you still stalked his sister on Instagram kind of regularly... not that you would ever admit that out loud), so you hadn’t even known he’d quit his job at the music store.

Now that you thought about it, going from working at a music store to being a personal trainer was kind of an odd jump.

But that was Junhoe for you. He was predictable in some ways, but in many ways, he absolutely was not.

That was ultimately why you’d ended things with him. The romantic aspect of your relationship had been great -- more than great, actually, but Junhoe just hadn’t been stable enough for you. He was too spontaneous for your schedule-loving, plan-everything-within-an-inch-of-your-life self.

But, looking at him now...

Good god, was he handsome or what? He always had been and, apparently, he always would be.

“Ah,” you replied somewhat breathlessly, your nerves slowly sucking all the air from your lungs. “Well. I -- I guess I’m your new -- trainee... person... thing.”

At that, Junhoe’s expression relaxed, and an amused smile appeared on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replied with a soft chuckle. He then stepped closer to you, his eyebrows raising just a smidge. “...How -- how are you?”

“I’m good -- doing well -- just fine,” you replied, inwardly cringing at how awkwardly you’d answered him. “Nothing much has changed, really. Same job, same apartment, same cat.”

You knew from your Instagram stalking escapades that things had changed more for him than they had for you since your break-up. He’d moved in with his sister at one point, and he had adopted the tiniest, fluffiest puppy you’d ever seen. And, apparently, he now had a different job.

“That’s great,” he said. The grin on his lips was genuine, and it kind of warmed your heart to see that he really did think it was great that your life hadn’t changed. He obviously remembered how greatly you valued stability and routine and structure.

You were about to ask him how he was doing (despite the fact you had a good idea based on his sister’s Instagram), but he clapped his hands together and said, “Well, we should probably get started” before you got the chance to.

“Right,” you murmured, feeling your heart jump again. You had been nervous about starting personal training before, but now that your ex-boyfriend was going to be your trainer...

Despite the fact this was your first ever personal training session -- and Junhoe knew this -- he didn’t go easy on you.

Maybe he was still bitter about your break-up and had made you work super hard because he wanted you to feel as much physical pain as he’d felt emotional pain a couple of years ago.

...Or.

And this is the most likely option.

Maybe he was just a tough and passionate trainer who didn’t believe in easy exercising.

(You kind of still wanted to believe he was still bitter, though.)

(But no one needs to know that.)

After the hour was up (though, you were hard-pressed to believe it had only been an hour), you found yourself lying on your back, staring up at the gym ceiling, and trying to catch your breath.

The workout had just ended, but already, every part of your body hurt.

“Good job,” Junhoe chuckled, holding his hand out to help you up.

You closed your eyes briefly because you really did not feel like getting up yet. 

“Are you sure?” you panted. “It doesn’t feel like I did a good job. It feels like I did a horrible job.”

“No, no, you did good,” he assured you with one of his signature smirks -- you know, the same one that had been the first thing to make your stomach flip back when you’d met him. “Come on, let me help you up.”

Well. You had to get up some time, so it might as well be now. The sooner you left the gym, the sooner you got to take a hot bath with three pounds of Epsom salts sprinkled in the water.

Weakly, you lifted one hand, allowing Junhoe to grab it and hoist you up. You were basically dead weight because you were so exhausted, but he was able to pull you to a standing position all on his own. And quite easily, too. It was... pretty impressive.

Junhoe had certainly had a great body while he’d been your boyfriend, but you had no doubt his job as a personal trainer had only done good things to his physique. 

...Mm, nope, better not think about his muscles. It’s not good to think about an ex-boyfriend’s muscles. Especially when that ex-boyfriend is standing right in front of you.

“See you Wednesday?” he asked casually once you were (basically) on your feet, referring to your next training session.

“Y--yeah,” you stammered. “Wednesday. Absolutely.”

There was a pause, and you were just about to turn and grab your bag... but then Junhoe broke the silence.

“Listen, I -- if you don’t want me to be your trainer, I can ask --”

“No, it’s fine,” you interrupted, though... to be quite honest... you weren’t really sure why you said that.

Was it fine?

I mean, sure, your session had gone pretty well. In terms of your interactions, at least. You had felt awkward at first, but you’d gotten used to it after a while, and Junhoe hadn’t acted at all like an ex-boyfriend -- only a trainer.

But... still.

Did you really want to see him three days a week? After not seeing him at all for about two years?

(Not seeing him at all in person, that is. You’d definitely seen him in pictures since, as we’ve established multiple times, you stalked his sister’s Instagram.)

But Junhoe’s lips had already curved into a smile at your reassurance, and you would feel too guilty if you took it back now and asked for another trainer.

“Okay,” he murmured through his grin. “Well, then. See you Wednesday.”

You just nodded before hoisting your bag over your shoulder and beginning to make your way out of the personal training area and into the gym -- limping slightly as you walked, mind you.

It felt like it took you about five hours to leave the gym, get to your car, get inside your car, drive home, walk up to your front door, go to your bathroom, and draw a bath.

And now that you were in the bath -- the hot water and scented Epsom salts relaxing your muscles like nothing ever had before in your entire life -- you were pretty sure you were going to stay in here for another five hours.

You tilted your head back, letting the base of your skull rest against the edge of the tub and closing your eyes. You breathed in the healing aroma of the salts and sighed with content.

Truly, there was nothing better after a long day than a nice, relaxing bath.

...Well, actually. A nice, relaxing bath with some music playing.

Opening your eyes and lifting your head, you reached out and stretched your arm to grab your phone nestled in your discarded clothes on the floor.

Just as you opened up your music app of choice, though, your ringtone cut through the silence and made you jump.

Your eyes narrowed when you saw your brother’s picture on the screen, but your heart was still racing with fright as you answered and pressed your phone to your ear.

“What?” you asked irritably. “You interrupted my Me Time.”

“How was the gym?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes because of course that’s why he was calling.

And you were just annoyed enough to be sassy about it.

“Well, my personal trainer ended up by my ex-boyfriend, so thanks for that.”

Your brother chuckled softly and said, “Junhoe? No way, what are the odds?”

“No matter the odds, it happened, and I’m blaming you.”

“No, no, no, Dear Sister. You will be thanking me when you have more energy and don’t get out of breath walking up two flights of stairs.”

“Okay, those were very long staircases!”

“You’re going back, right?”

You waited a few seconds... let out a long sigh... then replied, “I mean, I paid for two months of sessions. I don’t want to lose that money.”

“Was it super awkward?”

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “At first. It got better once we were actually training, but... still. It’s not like I had a pleasant time.”

Your brother chuckled softly and said, “Hey, you never know. Maybe it’s fate.”

You quirked one brow. “...Fate? What?” you asked, entirely unamused.

“You never know!” he repeated in a singsong tone. “Good luck on your next session, keep me posted, okay?”

“Whatever,” you murmured, though you could feel a smirk tugging at one corner of your lips.

“Love you, Sis,” he teased (but you knew he really meant it).

“Love you, too, Bro,” you teased back (but you obviously really meant it).

As soon as the call ended, you tapped on the icon for your music app and pressed shuffle on your relaxing Jazz playlist.

After tossing your phone back onto your pile of clothes, you leaned your head against the edge of the tub again and closed your eyes.

The bath, although it was starting to cool already, and the ambient music were doing wonders to ease your aches -- both physical and mental.

But... your brother’s words kept ringing in your head, for some reason.

You never know.

Part 2

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[odetogyus]

bubble bath

↳pairing/s: idol boyfriend!junhoe x reader

↳genre: slight angst, idol!au

↳warnings: cursing, slight suggestive content, mentions of bruises

✎author's note: posting works from my archive, wrote this in 2018 ohp, and man.. missing ikon ot7 hours i’m emotional but here’s a little drabble!!

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"Just get in," his voice deep enough to drown you and have you breathless. "Come here."

Taking more time than usual to slip off of your robe, you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before joining your boyfriend, Junhoe.

It wasn't lustful in any way, no. It could have been though, and it definitely has been– countless of times before, but for a while now, all you’ve been doing is drinking wine and watching your favourite movies while getting all warm and soaked up in the big, jetted tub.

Evening dates became a thing over the past few months, and has slowly become a part of your routine. Every time Junhoe gets home from his martial arts training, a bubble bath date just needs to happen.

Since your bathroom had a floor to ceiling mirror right in front of the tub, you couldn’t help but notice how his face looked glum as ever, with his knuckles bruised and obviously hurt. It seemed like a bad day for him.

"You wanna talk about it?" you asked, playing with the bubbles covering your bodies. Ahh, the simple joys.

Junhoe, looking rather uneasy, reached for your thigh and caressed it ever so gently. "It's just.. it was a bad day. A really bad day, a really tiring day. I’m sorry, baby."

"Yeah?" Shifting closer to him– if that was even possible, you prepared yourself to listen.

Junhoe's free arm snaked its way around your shoulders, adding more warmth to the already scalding hot bath water. Maybe not scalding hot. But maybe almost.

"Our boss didn't like the songs I wrote. He said it lacked flavour– lacked emotion. He said it's.. really not that great. I worked hard on that, Y/N. You know that, right?" His eyes locked onto yours, asking for faith and reassurance.

You nodded and allowed him to continue.

"See, Hanbin's stressed out, too. He told us that the boss wants to delay the comeback. It's been too long, way too long. And, okay– at practice today, for fuck’s sakes. Since all of us were pressured, we all kept messing up the choreo. Dong was so pissed, the guy walked out! I mean– when does he ever do shit like that? Never. And at the gym today, while I was training, this asshole of a guy needed a sparring partner so my coach paired me up with him. Guess what? He doesn't even know how to throw proper punches. He even got mad at me. He's blaming me for his lack of knowledge? Jesus, good God. That's why my knuckles are all bruised up. We kinda got into a fight, but don't worry, baby. I'm fine."

His last words struck you more than anything else. You knew what he meant by that. And you knew that he really wasn't fine. In fact, he was broken.

The subtle sound of the jets kept the two of you company, and the moment you let out a sigh, Junhoe immediately planted a kiss on your shoulder, and clung onto you a bit more.

You loved the way he loved you, and you were determined to love him the same way, too.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, eyes still red from the angst.

Behind those tired eyes were memories of your struggles together, from the beginning up to now. But there definitely was beauty in pain.

"Mhm," you said, tracing the outline of his arms. "You are more than enough, my love. I know I tell you that everyday, but believe me. No matter what happens, you'll always have me. Okay?"

The sweetest smile appeared on his face as if nothing had happened earlier that day. He was smiling, and you were confident that he was going to be alright. Just what you wanted to see.

"I’ll be okay as long as you’re with me, I know that."

"You should always remember that, Koo Junhoe. Now relax, before these bubbles disappear and our bubble bath date just turns into a regular bath."

Your boyfriend’s lips form a silly smirk– and that was a clear indication that you were going to have a pretty long night.

“Shower sex sounds good right now.”

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iKon reaction to their s/o not getting jealous

A/N: this is my first reaction so I hope it is t too bad hehe

JAY (Kim Jinhwan)

You not getting jealous would be a blow to Jinhwan’s ego. So he would start to (half heartedly) flirt back to get some sort of reaction out of him. You on the other hand caught on to what he was trying to do quite quickly and, amused, you would act as if you didn’t notice the flirting making him frustrated.

“Hey!” He would call, making you smirk. “Yes? What’s up?” You batted your eyes sweetly. “What’s up? Are you telling me you didn’t notice the waitress flirting with me?” He would ask obviously annoyed which would just make you giggle “of course I noticed” “And you didn’t do anything because???” “Because you have been may boyfriend for 3 years and I know that if you wanted someone else you would have been long gone.” You’d answer him, making him blush at his foolishness. “You could have still done something” he would mumble in a pout.

SONG (Song Yunhyeong)

I think Yunheong would just be in awe for having found someone like you. He knew that you not being jealous didn’t mean that you didn’t care but simply that you trusted him and that you knew that he would never do anything that would risk you leaving him.

“Babe, are you okay?” He’d ask at first, thinking you were just bottling it up.

“Yes, why are you asking that out of a sudden?” you’d chuckle.

“Oh it’s just, that fan was getting really close to me earlier and you didn’t say anything about it.”

“Well, as you just said, she’s a fan. You’re her idol so it’s normal that she’s want to hug you. I mean meeting you doesn’t happen everyday. And anyway she didn’t really try to get in between us.” You’d shrug. Yunheong would be so glad that you were so understanding and supporting of his job.

“I’m so happy I found myself someone as understanding as you. I love you Y/N.” He’d day and kiss your forehead softly.

BOBBY ( Kim Jiwon)

Bobby would be relieved. He knew that he would never cheat. It wasn’t his fault if women flirted with him and he never flirted back. He also did not want to deal with a jealous s/o for the rest of his life.

“You’re not mad about what just happened?” He’d question your behavior warily.

“Nope, you didn’t flirt back so why should I?” At first, he would not believe that you weren’t jealous, but when he‘d realize that you were serious he‘d be the happiest baby boy.

“Baby, you know it’s good that you’re not the jealous type. Would have had to throw you away otherwise.” He’d say playfully making you hit his shoulder with a pout.

DK (Kim Donghyuk)

DK would fall even more in love with you if it’s even possible. It would make it clear to him that you were the one that he wanted to marry. After that, he wouldn’t be able to stop imagining his future with you.

“You’re mit worried about her hitting on me?” He’d ask you.

“Nope. You don’t fail to show me that you love me everyday, so I trust that you would never let anyone come between us.” The boy would start grinning immensely at your reply.

“You can’t even imagine how much I love you Y/N. Promise you’ll be with me forever.”

JU-NE ( Koo Junhoe)

June would be a bit confused at first as to why you didn’t react when that girl started obviously flirting with him.

After he politely turned her down, you would continue your date as if nothing happened but Junhoe would keep pondering in his head about why you didn’t act jealous. It’s not like he thought that you didn’t care enough about him, he was just curious as to why you weren’t worried about other girls hitting on him. After a while, he decided to just ask you.

“I just remind myself that at the end of the day, I’ll be the one in your bed and not her.” You’d shrug. Your words would make him blush and shush you so that the other people in the cafe didn’t hear you.

CHAN (Jung Chanwoo)

Like Bobby, Chanwoo would be relieved but for different reasons. I think Chanwoo wouldn’t have known what to do if you got jealous so you just speared him the awkwardness.

“What’s up with you? You have been acting weird ever since earlier.” You’d ask you boyfriend who had been suspiciously silent and nice to you ever since you came back from the mall where you ran into an old friend of his.

“O-oh it’s just... my friend was being a little bit touchy and I don’t want you to think there’s something going on between us.” You’d swoon at his worry.

“Don’t worry babe, I trust you.” You simply said.

“So you’re really not jealous?” He’d ask you a bit nervous to which you shook your head. “Oh thank God, I don’t know what I would have done if you made a scene or got mad at me.” You could literally see the relieve flow into him which made you giggle.

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The Nutcracker Suite

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x You

Genre: Angst, Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU

Rating: PG

Summary: It’s Christmas time and what better way to celebrate than with a classic tale and our SEVEN favorite boys?

Part I- The Party

Part II- The Mouse King

Part III- The Gingerbread Village

Part IV- The Expedition

Part V- The Mouse King’s Castle

Part VI- The Sugar Plum Fairy

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The Type to: iKON Edition

Jay: The type to take your phone for the day cause he forgot to charge his and pretend that's a normal thing all couples do

Song: The type to buy random things from infomercials on the regular

Bobby: The type to scratch his junk and then sniff his fingers, regularly

B.I: The type to unabashedly read smutty fics about himself in public

DK: The type to try to pierce his own ear and pretend he got bit by a mean bird when it goes wrong

Ju-ne: The type to actually bite you when you say 'bite me' when arguing

Chan: The type to try to prank someone and have it backfire and get himself instead

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[itsthebreakdown]

Group: iKON 

Song: Love Scenario 

Album:  Return 

Release Date: January 25, 2018 

Lyrics: B.I., Bobby, Mot Mal 

Composers: B.I., Millennium, Seung 

Label: YG 

Average Age of Members: 22

Numbers 

Total Number of Words: 191 

 Average words per Member: 25

185 (96.9%) in Korean vs. 6 (3.1%) in English 

13 (6.8%) Sung by All vs. 178 (93.2%) by Individual 

Member with the Highest Number of Words: B.I. & Jay - 37 (19.4%)

Member with the Lowest Number of Words: DK - 11 (5.8%)

B.I. & Jay - 37 Words

Bobby - 35 Words

Ju-Ne - 32 Words

Chan & Song - 13 Words

DK - 11 Words

My Favorite Lyrics

Ju-ne

사랑을 했다 우리가 만나 지우지 못할 추억이 됐다 볼만한 멜로드라마 괜찮은 결말 그거면 됐다 널 사랑했다 sarangeul haetta uriga manna jiuji mothal chueogi dwaetda bolmanhan mellodeurama gwaenchaneun gyeolmal geugeomyeon dwaetda neol saranghaetta We were in love We met and became a memory that can’t be erased It was a commendable melodrama A pretty good ending That’s all I need I loved you

Jay

우리가 만든 love scenario 이젠 조명이 꺼지고 마지막 페이지를 넘기면 조용히 막을 내리죠 uriga mandeun love scenario ijen jomyeongi kkeojigo majimak peijireul neomgimyeon joyonghi mageul naerijyo The love scenario that we made Now the lights are off When you flip the last page The curtains will quietly fall

BI.

갈비뼈 사이사이가 찌릿찌릿한 느낌 나 사랑받고 있음을 알게 해주는 눈빛 너에게 참 많이도 배웠다 반쪽을 채웠다 과거로 두기엔 너무 소중한 사람이었다 galbippyeo saisaiga jjiritjjirithan neukkim na sarangbatgo isseumeul alge haejuneun nunbit neoege cham manido baewotta banjjogeul chaewotta gwageoro dugien neomu sojunghan saramieotta The electric feeling in between my ribs Your eyes that made me know I am loved I learned so much from you, I filled up my other half You’re too precious to just leave in the past

Song

네가 벌써 그립지만 그리워하지 않으려 해 한 편의 영화 따스했던 봄으로 너를 기억할게 nega beolsseo geuribjiman geuriwohaji aneuryeo hae han pyeone yeonghwa ttaseuhaetteon bomeuro neoreul gieokhalge I already miss you but I’m trying not to I’ll remember you like A warm spring in a movie

Notes 

**If the lyrics are marked as Member & All, it simply goes to all.  Everyone is singing, but one person’s voice is just a little bit more noticeable than the others.  **

*When two singers sang together, I added it twice for each - but for the percentage and Number of words overall I took it out for the final count.  So It goes towards the personal members records and not the overall for the song.** 

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SONG PLEASE LET ME KNOW (CURRENTLY JUST DOING SONGS I LIKE OR WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT) 

Links 

Lyrics: https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2018/01/ikon-love-scenario-salangeul-haessda 

Info: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Return_(iKon_album) 

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vecSVX1QYbQ 

Masterlist

#ikon #ikon love scenario #love scenario #kpop #Former ikon B.I. #Ikon Jay #Ikon Song #Ikon Bobby #ikON Dk #ikon Ju-ne #IkON Chan #B.I. #Jay #Song #Bobby #DK #Ju-ne #Chan

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thin ice- jcw

pairing: chanwoo x reader, junhoe x reader (siblings)

genre: fluff? angst? 

summary: lover!chanwoo gets caught with brother!junhoe’s little sibling

warnings: this is a little suggestive, lots of swears near the end. 

notes: this is like barely proofed and I also got carried away and turn a blurb into whatever this is. please request!

to say you and chanwoo were dating was kinda a stretch. it wasn’t like you weren't hooking up. oh no you were most definitely doing that. it also wasnt like you spent nights talking about a life together. you were most  definitely doing that as well. the main reason you claimed that dating was a stretch was your amazing older brother and chanwoo’s bandmate junhoe. 

you both knew your brother would flip his shit if he found out you two were together, especially when it was behind his back. one of the first things that was said when the boys met you was ‘my sibling is to be considered a baby and off limits.’ chanwoo found that easy to comply with at the beginning. I mean yeah you were cute but in like a high school kinda way. besides chanwoo had a thing for more mature partners at the time. everything changed when you came home from your study abroad. chanwoo had no idea what the fuck they were feeding you over there but you definitely didnt look like the teenager that left. one night he drunkenly described you as fuller. safe to say that didn't mow over well with junhoe.

in fact, it seemed like all of korea had noticed your little glow up because as soon as your picture was shown on some reality show the boys went on, your sns exploded. you didnt mind the attention but it really wasnt your thing. yg, on the other hand, saw you as an opportunity to get some free promotion and junhoe began having to drag you to random nights out. one night, the boys manager dragged you to a club with the boys. yg was lowkey hoping you'd get photographed because ‘all press is good press’. you weren't planning on doing too much but you found yourself not only wasted but in the arms of a wasted chanwoo. it was a dumb decision but the night ended with the two of sneaking back to the boys dorm early and fucking on junhoe’s bed because the two of you are petty.

flash forward 6 months and you were deep into this entanglement with only the boys minus junhoe knowing anything. even today, you were secretly laying under chanwoo and kissing him like your life depended on it. his lips were plush and swollen and he tasted like a mix of mint and vanilla. he slowly moved his hands under your top slowly kneading your soft skin. you slowly shifted your lips to the supple skin on his neck. a slight whimper escapes chanwoo’s mouth and it sends you over the edge. the two of you began a hurried rush to remove each others clothes. once the two of you were down to your underwear, chanwoo began to attack you lips once again. this time he was much rougher in an attempt to counter the momentary lose of control he had earlier. 

the two of you ground into each other like your lives depended on it. the feeling of the underwear between you guys began to bother him. but as if someone higher power had pity on the two of you, chanwoo feels the argue to hold back just a bit. 

“hey have you se- I fucking knew it! oh youre so fucking dead chan.” junhoe walks in abruptly stopping the session that was happening. chanwoo instinctively cover you with a nearby sheet. 

“hyung, i can explain.” he says trying to quickly re-dress before junhoe takes his head off. you look pleadingly at your brother but he is too clouded by rage to even meet your gaze. 

“you wanna explain? please do! please explain why my sibling is half naked under you? i explicitly said not them! you could hookup and use anyone, chan! you're fucking famous! you could go down the street and find hundreds of people throwing themselves at you, so please explain why in the fucking world you would use y/n?!” junhoe was full on screaming at this point. the other boys were silently milling by the door. they all shot you guys sympathetic looks. 

“im not fucking using them! I love y/n! I'm in love with y/n, junhoe!” your eyes widened at the sudden confession. you knew that chanwoo loved you but it wasnt something he really ever said out loud. “i have spent the last six months trying to not yell in from the rooftops all because y/n was scared of you! of how you'd treat them and me! and here you are proving their fucking point.” chanwoo knew he was on thin ice right now. how the fuck was he supposed to get away with sleeping with you and yelling at his hyung. junhoe turned to you but instead of the angry face you expected, you were met with almost tearfilled eyes.

“you were scared of me, y/n? like truly too scared to tell me you liked chanwoo?” he asked almost pleading that it wasnt true. you gave a weak nod. “oh god, im an awful big brother. I was just trying to protect you. I- I didnt think...” he trailed off softly. the room fell silent as the three of you processed the situation at hand. finally, it was your turn to speak.

“junhoe, I know you just wanted to protect me, you're an amazing big brother and I wouldn't trade you for the world. but I really liked chanwoo, I still really like chanwoo. I dare say I'm madly in love with him. I knew I would lose that if I told you.” you stared at your brother trying to read the expression that washed over him.

“okay. if you really feel like this, then the damage is already done. how can I stop you its been six months already?” you smiled widely knowing it was your brother’s roundabout way of telling you he approves. junhoe lights up at the smile on your face but he quickly turns serious to address chan. “I swear to fucking god if you hurt them, I will not only beat you to a plump but make the rest of ikon’s contract insufferable for you. understand?” chanwoo nods quickly before shooting you a shit-eating grin. 

“okay, that was a really moving and important moment but can everyone get out so I can get dressed?” you interject. the boys clear their throats as they suddenly became aware of the fact you were only being covered with a sheet. junhoe quickly shoved the heads of the other ikon boys out of the doorway and started to leave before he looked at chanwoo who hadn't moved a inch. 

“what? me too? why, its not like I haven't seen it before?” chanwoo scoffs. you chuckle before pushing your lover out the door. you quietly close the door on the group of boys

“you were on real thin ice with that comment.” you hear junhoe growl at chanwoo.

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iKON - Junhoe A-Z

A - Aftercare

Literally doesn’t even cross his mind. He’s so starry eyed and tired afterwards he’ll be knocked out almost right away. 9 times out of 10, aftercare is all in your hands...sorry bout it.

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On himself, he likes his chest and shoulders; they're just so broad and firm, he especially loves it when you bite into his shoulders. On you, he loves your hips/butt/thighs area, his favourite place to grab a handful of.

C - Cum

One of the few people that would probably prefer to cum inside a condom most times. Its just one less thing to take care of afterwards because god knows he’s way too lazy for any extra clean up.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d never admit it to anyone other than you, but he really loves being taken care of. Not in a submissive way, more so in an appreciative sense. Some days he’ll come home super tired and just wanna lay down whilst you take care of the both of you. Usually it’s these times when he’s super romantic, expect a lot of “I love you”’s and tight hand holding.

E - Experience

Probably not that much, but he watches A LOT of porn for sure, so he’s got a pretty decent idea of what he’s doing.

F - Favourite Position

Usually ends up being missionary just because it’s the least effort but he definitely prefers doggy more than anything, loves seeing your ass jiggle as he slams against you.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

Somewhere in the middle. He wont be like, cracking jokes left right and centre, but he’s comfortable enough to laugh at certain things. 

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He keeps himself nice and tidy, not totally bare but always neatly trimmed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Surprisingly can get super romantic, especially if he’s had a drink. Don’t feel offended if he gets up afterwards to jot something down, he’s probably writing poetry about you. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Probably whenever he gets any decent amount of time to himself tbh. 

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE. He craves your validation tbh. Probably asks you to praise him just before he finishes to get him over the edge. “Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel like this” “tell me how much you want me” kinda stuff, literally the neediness in his voice is lowkey cute.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Stays within the bedroom, but he has a penchant for having sex on the floor. He just likes the freedom on movement is gives you, plus it means the bed is still good to sleep on without having to change the sheets or anything. lazy ass junhoe strikes again

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

He’s a simple guy, just compliment him on his body. He’s spent so long working on it, he loves hearing how attractive you find him. Especially if you tell him how hot he looks when he’s working out, he’ll be sure to come up with some exercise you can both do together...

N - NO (something they won’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t really have a concrete list of stuff he doesn't like; he’ll try pretty much anything once. 

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Will probably literally beg for you to give him a blow job some times. The sloppier the better tbh, he loves it noisy. When going down on you, he’ll be just as intense, he like to give as good as he gets.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

Neither, but also both? A medium pace, but super strong, deep thrusts. You’ll certainly be feeling it the day after.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Probably not all that into them. He loves the slow build up too much. The quick looks at each other from across the room, the small touches that send shivers down your spine etc etc.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

He’s a very no frills kinda guy when it comes to sex, and he’s more traditional than he cares to admit. So, with that in mind he’s not totally against trying new things, but it’ll take time for him to open up to it.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

Boys got stamina for dayssssss. He can go for a fair while, but he’ll be totally passed out when you do finish.

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

Owns a pair of cuffs he likes to break out every now and then, probably a paddle also. He’s very adamant that the paddle is only for you, but is totally open to having you use the cuffs on him.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves loves LOVES to tease, especially in public. You’ll have to try your best not to respond to him though bc you BET that he’ll make fun of you once you’re behind closed doors. “You just couldn’t control yourself could you y/n”? “I bet you’re so ready for me already” He just a little shit tbh 

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

LOUD. Loud low grunts mixed with whispered curses. super hot.

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Contrary to popular belief, Junhoe is quite shy in the bedroom. At least for a while, until you both get 100000% comfortable around each other in that setting. He’s not shy about his body, he knows he looks good. Its more so he’s shy about his skill. 

X - X-ray (what’s going on inside those pants)

I’ve a feeling he’s lowkey packing, like, its not huge but its definitely bigger than average.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Not as high as you’d probably think. For sure he loves nothing more than to give you a good ol pounding, but sometimes all he wants to do is cuddle with you in a softly lit room and talk about the world. A secret soft boi.

Z - Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Super quickly, wouldn’t be surprised if he fell asleep still on top of you tbh.

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