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chicken-fifi · 7 months

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Fatherhood | Ji Changwook

Pairing: Ji Changwook x Fem!Wife!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi, Hopefully you see this but could you do an imagine of ji chang wook (maybe a series[?]) in the return of Superman with his son (maybe around 3) and his wife (anon) if you could? Thank you

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1,532 words

A/n: dearest anons, i always see the requests you send in unless they get eaten by my ask box (which i think happens more than i'm aware off sometimes). i'm also more than happy to add more installments to this fic as well as other TROS fics i have written in the past upon request in the future if you guys request them.

The moment Changwook’s face popped up on the tv as he was drinking his cup of coffee sitting across the table from you the hosts of the show went wild. Apart from the fact that he looked like a million bucks even with his wild and out of control bedhead and was still trying to wake up, they were freaking out over your unannounced appearance. From the start of your relationship with the well-known actor, the two of you had tried and succeeded to keep your identity private and hidden. In fact, some people had the tendency to forget that he was even married until he casually mentioned you from time to time when talking about how you helped him prepare for different roles or, most recently at least, your three year old son who had begun providing him countless stories to tell that had people in stitches at his silly little antics.

Given that information, many were stunned yet equally excited at the announcement that he would be appearing on ‘The Return of Superman’ with his family - especially given the privacy that was clearly valued. Yet there sat the two of you giggling and looking equally tired as you chatted over those two cups of coffee one hand from each of you resting on the table, his thumb rubbing circles along the back of yours as he held it.

“I almost don’t want to go,” you admitted silently. “I feel guilty just leaving him.”

Changwook nodded as he understood your predicament. Since the birth of your son, you’d taken a backseat at the law firm you were a partner at. The both of you made the decision to raise your son as best as you could with the two of you around, even if it meant decreasing your caseload and him taking less roles than before.

“The two days will go by faster than you think,” he assured you. “You’ll be back home in no time.”

“It’s just, it’s the first time I’m leaving him alone with you for more than a few hours. What if he thinks I’m not going to come back? That I just got up and left?”

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“It’s only natural to feel that way when you’re around your child all of the time,” one of the hosts sympathized. “She’s a good mom.”

The other host nodded, “My wife felt the same even after we had our youngest. It’s hard and one feels a lot of guilt when leaving their kids whether it’s to work or even for the show. I feel that way too.”

~~~

“He’s not going to think that,” Changwook said firmly. “He loves you and knows how much you love him. He also knows that you have a really important job that helps other people. Trust me.” he looked at the time displayed on the stove and let out a small sound. “You’ll be late for your flight if you don’t leave now. I know how much the meeting with the clients means to the firm. Go out there and kick some butt Attorney (y/l/n). And come back safely.”

His words seemed to help ease your worries as you finished the rest of your coffee before getting up and heading to your bedroom - the cameras also showing it for the first time revealing the still asleep figure of a small boy panned out like a starfish on the bed. You bent down placing a kiss on his forehead before hesitating to pull away, your hand caressing the plump skin of his chubby little cheek. Changwook was directly behind you, placing a reaffirming hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

“Come on,” he whispered softly. “You’ll really be late.”

The two of you left the room with you sniffling slightly as you went to the front door of your home. You wiped away the tears before your husband pulled you into a tight hug pressing a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you closer by the second not wanting to let go before finally pulling away. Placing a sweet kiss to your lips, he whispered something inaudible to the countless cameras and mics before pulling away, seeing you off, before rushing back inside at the sound of your son calling out to both of you in a panicked tone.

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Changwook sat in front of the cameras with his son clinging to him tightly as he continued sniffling from the nightmare that awoke him quite rudely. His small hand was clenched into a fist balling up the fabric of his shirt. Both of the boys wore similar bedheads. As best as he could, Changwook bowed, greeting the viewers.

“Hello I’m actor Ji Changwook and this is my three year old son Ji Subin,” he whispered for the little boy to wave at the camera only for him to turn away hiding his face in his father’s chest. “He’ll wave later…maybe…he’s quite the character as I believe you’ll come to find out.”

The writer asked a question to which he immediately smiled, “Ah, the wife. We’ve been married for a little over five years but have been together for seven. And as many people seem to have found out, she is a partner at a very prominent law firm in the city. As for when and how we met, that’s quite a controversial question for us. I argue that we met back in elementary school, second grade in Mr. Cho’s homeroom class, my wife would argue that we met eight years ago when she took a case for the company I was signed to at the time. She actually turned me down a few times in both instances when I asked if we could date - although dating as adults is much different than ‘dating’ as little kids.

“We actually discussed whether or not to join the show for a while before deciding to do so. While we were dating and more so after our son was born, we doubled down on keeping this part of our lives out of the limelight. We didn’t really want Subin to grow up with this spotlight on him at all times, but we’ve watched the show for a while now and even if it means giving up a bit of our privacy, we want to make memories with him and felt that coming on the show would not only allow us to, but also make sure that never lose the footage and watch it years from now.

“So yeah, thank you for the opportunity to be on the show and I hope you all enjoy seeing our family’s shenanigans.”

~~~

True to his word and Subin’s own reputation, everyone soon found out just how chaotic this little family of three could be. And it all began when the father son duo had decided to make lunch. Changwook knows he can’t hold a candle to your cooking skills - a given based on how much of the soup powder he dumped into a pot of cold water with the stove not having been turned on, followed by the soup burning because he didn’t stir it once he did turn on the stove, and the paper towel roll catching on fire while he listened to his Subin talk animatedly about the ‘case’ he was going to win - but he tries, even if has to end up ordering in because whatever he did end up making was not edible.

“Mommy’s taste better,” Subin replied with no hesitation when Changwook gave him a spoonful of the soup he’d made. “”Mommy makes good soup.”

Figuring that his son’s words meant it wasn’t too bad, Changwook took a bite and cringed at the taste, “Yeah, Mommy makes better soup. How about we have some bibimbap.”

It was easy enough to make and didn’t require much skill until it came to actually feeding the small boy who tried his hardest not to eat any of the vegetables in the bowl. He ate the fried egg first, followed by the meat that was mixed in with the other ingredients, and finally after eating no more than two spoonfuls of rice - that didn’t have a speck of green in it, he said he needed to go to the bathroom.

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“Subin’s on what my wife calls the ‘white diet,’” Changwook explained, arms crossed over his chest as he spoke during the interview. “If he even sees a speck of green he won’t eat it. We’ve gotten better at introducing foods to him, but he still has an order that he goes in when eating foods he isn’t sure of. First he goes for the proteins and meats, then the grains, and before he gets to the vegetable he says he needs to use the bathroom. We’re slowly getting better though…”

~~~

“At least he got him to eat something,” the host complimented. “And by using food that is familiar to him to introduce new ingredients into his diet they are making progress.”

“Maybe we’ll see development in Subin’s palette during their time with us and Changwook’s cooking skills,” the other added with a chuckle.

“I hope we see some development. I don’t want to witness a kitchen bursting into flames again!”

#kactor imagines #kactor scenarios #ji changwook #ji changwook masterlist #ji changwook imagines #ji changwook scenarios

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producerguk · 10 months

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hiii. i used to post some of my writing here, but i had to take a long break for study related reasons. now, i finally have the chance to come back as a writer and i couldn’t be more excited.

i'm currently working on a the rose fanfic, with the main pairing being woosung and dojoon. I'll drop some spoiler soon, hopefully.

i just want to say that requests are currently open. i'll write for any k-idols or k-actors/k-actresses you may like. khh too (i have a long list of dpr plot bunnies, beware). self insert reader or pairing, feel free to contact me if you have any request <3

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saidrabbles · 1 year

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soo-drabble ♡

"ah my lips feel dry" he says as he looks at you, putting some lip balm on your full pink lips. "give that to me when you're done". you look at him, with a teasing grin slowly creeping on your face.

"why're you looking at me like tha-" he couldn't finish the sentence as your lips was on his. you slowly moved your lips, sucking on his lower lip. he sighed into the kiss, feeling your warmth and moving closer to you.

after a few minutes you backed away, and smiled in victory. "perfect. your lips are now fully moisturized" you giggled. he feels himself laughing along, his heart beating too loudly for his own good.

your laugh was suddenly muffled due to his lips devouring yours. he kissed you feverishly, and you felt light headed. he backed away slightly and sighed as he looks at you. "i don't think my lips are soft enough just yet." he smirks at your dumbfounded state and kissed you again, deeper this time.

[a/n]: sorry i've been ia for so long, but here's a little smth for you. thank you for giving love to my writing !

#lee soo hyuk x reader #lee soo hyuk #imagines #drabbles #scenarios #writing #fanfic #oneshots #tomorrowkdrama #parkjonggil #kactorimagine #kactorscenarios #kactor #kactorsoneshot

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Night Time Routine ~ Wi Hajoon

A chuckle came from you as Hajoon scuffed his feet along the floor as he walked towards you, sleepily moving through the house. As he came towards you, you held out your hand, passing his toothbrush across to him so that the two of you could start winding down.

A lazy hand took his brush out of you as you then took the toothpaste and placed some onto Hajoon’s brush. After doing the same with your own, you took a step forward, wrapping your free hand into the small of his back.

A weak smile appeared on Hajoon’s face as he started brushing his teeth, keeping his eyes staring down at you. You didn’t quite know where to look as you brushed your teeth too, feeling your heart race at the feeling of having Hajoon’s eyes on you.

“How do you manage to even make brushing your teeth look so sweet?” Hajoon asked you as he cleared his mouth after two minutes. “I mean I look a mess when I brush my teeth, but you somehow make it look like an adorable job.”

Your head shook back at Hajoon as you moved in front of the sink to clear your mouth too. His eyes were still firmly on you as you placed your toothbrush back before reaching across the unit to pick up the packet of makeup wipes that you had already gotten out.

“My face needs cleaning, I’ve been wearing makeup all day.”

“Let me guess, you want me to do it too?”

Hajoon’s head nodded in reply to you at how predictable he was, brushing his hair back so that his face was uncovered. After taking a wipe out, you placed one hand underneath Hajoon’s face to try and keep him still so that you could wipe.

“How was your day on set?” You began to ask him as you started wiping over the tops of his eyes, “did you manage to finish filming that scene that you said you were doing today?”

“We got it all done,” he proudly told you, closing his eyes to make life easier for you. “I was exhausted by the end of it, but it’s such a relief to know that we got it done and don’t have to worry about filming it anymore.”

Your head nodded as you listened intently to Hajoon, moving the wipe along his jawline. “I know how much that scene has been playing on your mind,” you sympathised, “at least hopefully tonight you’ll be able to sleep comfortably and not worry anymore.”

You’d seen first hand how the latest drama that he was filming had eaten away at Hajoon. He had barely slept, barely taken care of himself, something that you could definitely see as you wiped away his makeup, revealing just how tired his skin.

As soon as you finished clearing his face, you grabbed a face mask out of your cupboard in the bathroom, unfolding it for Hajoon to use. He didn’t move as you lifted the mask up and placed it onto him, smoothing it out to make sure that it covered every part of his face.

“This should help reenergise you a little bit,” you smiled across at Hajoon, throwing the makeup wipe into the bin. “You go and make yourself comfortable if you fancy, I’ll finish tidying up in here and put everything away for the night.”

Hajoon nodded back at you, taking a few small steps towards the door. “Looking at myself right now, I really feel as if I’ve nailed down the boyfriend aesthetic you know Y/N.”

A chuckle came from you as you looked back at Hajoon, taking a moment to study him. When the two of you first started dating, face masks were something that he absolutely refused to do, but over time you had managed to convince him to let you do one, and ever since then, Hajoon had been loving them more and more.

“Stop talking, you’ll disturb your mask,” you scolded, ushering Hajoon out of the room. “Go and make yourself comfortable on the bed and I’ll be there in a moment.”

He nodded once again, this time turning around and walking through into the bedroom, throwing the duvet back and sliding in underneath it. Once everything was organised in the bathroom, you walked through into the bedroom too, seeing Hajoon comfortable already.

“Do you want anything before I join you under there?” You asked him, slowly walking around to your side of the bed, pulling the duvet back too.

Hajoon’s head shook in reply to you, extending his arm out for you to lay over the top of, wrapping it round you to pull you into his side. As he did, your eyes couldn’t help but look at him still with his mask, poking your finger against his cheek.

“I think it’s been about fifteen minutes,” you told him, tugging at the bottom of his mask. “I’ll take it off for you,” you smiled, slowly peeling it back much to Hajoon’s relief.

After throwing the mask across the room towards where the bin was, your hands smoothed over Hajoon’s face, rubbing in what was left over from the mask. You could already see a difference in him, noticing how much better his skin looked.

“At least you look awake now,” you teased as Hajoon asked you how he looked. “I love you, but when you came home from work, I could tell straight away just by the look in your eyes that it had been a bit of a difficult day for you.”

“I agree with you,” Hajoon replied with a chuckle, “I felt a little bit dead to be honest with you,” he added, settling down into his pillow. “I guess I’m just a lucky guy, at least I get to come home to someone here to look after me when I’m busy.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I’ll always be here to look after you, I know how hard you work and how much pressure you put on yourself too.”

“I have to do well,” Hajoon reminded you, “this industry can be brutal sometimes Y/N.”

Your smile was weak as Hajoon spoke, “that doesn’t mean that you should neglect yourself though, your own health is the most important.”

With a smile much wider than yours, Hajoon looked back at you, “I don’t need to worry about my health, I’ve got you to do that for me instead.”

“I’m being serious,” you laughed, “I don’t want to lose my boyfriend to work all the time.”

Hajoon nodded in reply to you, knowing that you were right. He loved being your boyfriend and definitely didn’t want to rely on you instead of being able to take care of you and not let work get in the way of anything.

He wanted more of the moments that you shared right now, the ones where he was able to relax and talk to you without any interruptions, and nothing playing on his mind too.

“You need to rest,” you warned Hajoon as you felt his eyes staring across at you, “catch up on the sleep that you’ve missed out on.”

His head shook in response, “I feel wide awake right now, I want to talk to you for a little while, I’ve missed you recently.”

“I’ve been right here,” you chuckled, “we’ve both been right here together.”

Hajoon hummed back at you, “I’ve been so distant with work though, at least tonight I’m here with you, properly.”

“We can stay awake, but when your eyes close, it’s alright.”

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oraclekleo · 1 year

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happinessinkpop · 8 months

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luvmezxo · 4 years

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does anyone even write for korean actors or like 2nd & 3rd generation idols anymore?

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onepumpofsyrup · 6 years

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IT COULD BE A DRAMA II Lee Jong Suk II Part Eight

It Could Be A Drama // Lee Jong Suk // Part Eight

Lee Jong Suk ft. Kim Woo Bin

Pairing : Jong Suk x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1,200+

Summary : During filming for School 2013 Lee Jong Suk found himself falling for the reader. In a split second she had left him. Not understanding her reasons for leaving, hate for her builds inside him.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

Part Eight

The mere fact that Jong Suk would be returning to Seoul within the day was nerve wracking. You’d fielded his call from 2 weeks ago, requesting to talk about everything, by essentially giving in. At the time, you’d thought there would be an easy way to get out of it. But with Woo Bin and Minhee teaming up with Jong Suk, you found yourself caught with no escape.

“Seriously tell us, (Y/N), why can’t you give Jong Suk a chance?” Woo Bin had asked seriously after he and Minhee had locked the door to your office, a simple warning not to leave.

“You’re still in love with him. You never even tried moving on to someone else. If you’re not going to give him another chance, then go on a date with someone.” Minhee added with her arms crossed over her chest.

Woo Bin’s question had been hard to answer as you didn’t have a straight answer at the time. Then you’d stumbled out something along the lines of not trusting him.

Today, as you waited from Jong Suk to come knocking at your door, you were pressed to admit that it was fear. Every reason Yoo Rim had for pushing you two away from each other was legitimate. The media would dislike the relationship. It could hinder both of your professional careers. Dating him could make it problematic for production companies to hire you. You’d come so far without him. Would you allow a relationship to take you a step back?

Rubbing your hand down your face, you wished you could lock the door to your office, but someone had prevented that possibility.

“Oops,” Woo Bin giggled after intentionally breaking the handle on the office door. “Guess I better call maintenance and have them come and replace this.”

The placing of the call did nothing to help the situation as maintenance informed you that they would need to take the handle to fix it, before returning it at a later date.

“What a shame.” Woo Bin fake sighed.

“Hmm, what a shame.” You hummed back while glaring at him.

“Fucking ass,” the statement was mumbled under your breath as you considered just making a break for it as you heard the sound of footsteps coming your way. A breath whined from your lips.

I could jump from the window.

I’m only on the second floor.

That won’t kill me.

It may break a few bones.

But that really depends on how I land.

I could jump and roll.

Fuck, I should have gone into stunts, not costuming.

A knock sounded on your door before Jong Suk’s eye became visible from his bent form through the hole that once was your door knob. “Looks like someone was grasping for handles.” He joked.

Taking a calming breath, you walked to the door and pulled it open, “You could say that.”

His tall, thin form stood before you, the only thing separating you was the air between the door frame.

He was slightly messy. His hair, usually perfectly manicured, looked as if fingers had been run through the soft locks one too many times in the past few hours.

Taking a step forward he entered your personal space, forcing you to take a step back and allow him into the room. He slid the door shut behind him, giving the two of you privacy from the staff walking around the building. “That was a nice trick you pulled.”

“Excuse me.” you asked, wishing you’d hidden in the costuming department over your own private office. There would be more space to keep Jong Suk at a comfortable distance, rather than the intrusive closeness that you were experiencing now.

“The running away,” he shrugged. At the roll of your eyes, he took another impossible step closer, bringing him just inches from you. “You can call it what ever you want, but that was a dirty trick you pulled. You completely shattered my world and then pulled some strings before I could get my head on straight. I didn’t get to explain my side last time we talked. You said your side, fucking destroyed me, and took off. Now it’s my turn.”

Your breathing was shallow, his closeness preventing you from being able to draw a full breath. Even now, even after years of being apart, even with these last two weeks to prepare, you were still unable to control the love that your heart held for him.

You silence was his only cue to continue. “I love you. The reason I was such a dick when you came back, the reason I couldn’t keep my hands off of you, it was all because I still loved you. I had no idea what happened between us. I thought you left because Woo Bin had offered you a better deal. I thought you wanted a public relationship to further your career. Since I wasn’t offering it, I thought that you were giving it to Woo Bin. I was angry. For so long. Like a fucking theorist I had all these dumb fuck ideas for why you’d left. I was stupid.” He paused for a moment, taking in your expression. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his own and the inches between you two felt like miles. “And then suddenly you were back, and I wanted you to feel just a fraction of what I felt. But you kept acting so fucking unaffected. I was dying, and you were so pristine.”

Your throat felt raw, as if it had been rubbed thin. The wetness at your lashes was the final warning that your eyes had filled with tears, that the shame of everything was finally going to break the dam and allow you to cry.

“I just wanted you to react. I need to see that there was still something in you that I’d fallen in love with before. So, I annoyed you. I fought with you…I kissed you.” He sighed, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck before locking eyes with you. “And I don’t regret it. I needed to break your walls down somehow.” His smirked brought a half smile to your lips as you fought against the tears.

You disconnected your gaze from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the apparent wetness to your eyes if you didn’t look at him for too long.

I’m not going to cry.

I’m a big girl.

No tears.

(Y/N) please, please, please don’t cry right now.

Jong Suk’ hand under your chin brought your eyes back to meet his own again. “Even now, you’re trying to keep me from seeing you cry. I want to know what your feeling. I messed up so badly before. I should have just talked to you, asked what was going on in your head. I’m sorry for letting Yoo Rim abuse you like that. I didn’t realize she’d try to be my Kdrama mother.”

At his words the dam broke and you chocked on a sob. His arms went around your crumpling form, holding you close to him. “I’m so, so sorry (Y/N).” His own voice sounded thick, as if it too was battling with emotions long suppressed. “I love you. And I didn’t treat you like I did.”

“I love you.” Your voice was nearly incomprehensible from the force of your sobs, but Jong Suk didn’t seem to mind as he placed kisses all over your wet cheeks.

“I know. I know. I’ve always known. I was just stupid.” Those were his final words before his lips met your own, releasing every bit of suppressed love that had long been needing to be free.

Giving yourself into the moment, you pressed closer to him, allowing yourself to forgive everything that had transpired in the last few years. And allowing yourself to just be and exist, in the moment, with the man you loved.

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talktogyu · 6 years

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Don’t Care // Optional Bias

GENRE: college!au \ fluff

WORD COUNT: 586

PROMPT: He holds a cold demeanor towards everyone but the situation changes.

A/N: I’m not really sure about my writing ability, so I would definitely appreciate any feedback!

“So who is he?”

Seulgi pulled an unruly lock of hair away from her face and adjusted her glasses, hanging on to your every word. You squirmed in your seat, and she let out a squeal. Wendy peeked at the two of you over her book, amused.

“He’s really…”

It’s hard to describe him without sounding cliche. Your lips would quirk just by mentioning him.

For one, you definitely appreciated his fashion sense. Especially imagining wearing the large tees, he donned during lecture, yourself. He consistently gave off an unbothered attitude, as if he put no effort into anything, including his wardrobe.

The most intriguing part was, even with his “incapacity to care for anything” (as stated by Wendy), he stuck his hand out to you of all people.

Academics were your priority - over parties and all other things your peers got into. Therefore, you understood that they could easily deem you “cold” or “antisocial.”

He was a star student, holding perfect attendance for lecture - even if he slept through the majority of them. Not many of your peers approached him either; he only slept, or studied his ass off, during class - there was no in between - before returning back to his dorm everyday.

Until he started sitting next to you. The two of you chatted occasionally during lecture, feeling each other out. You were strangers not too long ago. As time passed, he developed the habit of walking you back to your dorm.

Your roommates were thrilled by your (what they considered a) crush, even if they were turned off by his cold demeanor from time to time. According to them, it was just a matter of time before he’d confess.

But the more you got to know him, the more evident it became that he wouldn’t make the first move. You huffed at the thought of it, falling back onto his plush sheets as you waited for him to get ready.

He plopped himself on the bed with a sigh. Not being the type to willingly spend his night at the club, he felt bad for dragging you along. It wasn’t quite your scene either. But, since his friends claimed his attendance mandatory, he sent the invitation your way. They always ended up ditching him for girls or crazy drinking games anyway.

“You owe me one,” you flipped on your side, not realizing how close he’d landed. He met your eyes and blinked, tongue poking out slightly to wet his lips. He placed a quick peck to your nose, before grinning, complete with his signature eye smile.

“Is my debt settled yet?” He returned to his previous position sprawled on the bed.

You slapped his shoulder, burying your face into the sheets as he curled in mock pain.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Face flushed, you stood up making a move to leave, heading to his front door. He stumbled out of his room laughing, way too amused at your reaction while also coming down from the high of the kiss.

“You can’t go anywhere, I’m your ride.”

You turned, blocking him with a hand on his chest.

“I don’t want to go anymore.”

“Aw, I’m hurt.” He cooed, intertwining his fingers with yours, that worked to deter him, and pulling you into his chest. He leaned back when your muffled voice came from his shirt, leaning down to match your height. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, before shoving him away and making a run for the car.

- sungkyun

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asianpopscenarios · 6 years

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Lee Soohyuk || Bartender

Genre: Fluff

WARNING: Use of alcoholic beverages, but overall it’s just a whole bunch of cuteness 💖

It was just a usual Friday night, which was usually the worst night at the bar for you and for your co-workers. Friday nights are always the nights where every adult aged 21 and older comes to this bar, which is known to be the most popular bar since it’s located right across the casino, and it’s always usually a rough and messy night for everyone at the bar. Everyone’s dancing like maniacs to EDM and old funk music on the dance floor. The DJ is a 25 year-old man that always carries a large bottle of red wine in his hand while he tries to control the music on his laptop at the same time without breaking anything as he dances along to the music that’s playing. The owner of the bar, who is your boss, always comes up to you and the other workers to tell you to work faster and serve the drinks quicker, which was always a bothersome even though you deal with him and his lectures every weekend when the bar is open.

As the music is blasting extremely louder than how it usually is on a weekly basis, you decide to take out a pair of cotton balls from your back pocket and shove it inside of your ears. You sigh, feeling a bit better now that the loud music isn’t entirely too loud anymore and your eardrums won’t burst.

“Excuse me?” A voice calls from in front of you.

You still have the cotton balls stuck inside of your ears, so you couldn’t exactly hear what the person was saying right in front of you.

“Hello~? Can you hear me?” A man with dark brown hair asks as he waves a hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention as you’re busy playing on your phone.

You notice his hand in front of your face and widen your eyes, putting your phone away inside of your back pocket and taking the cotton balls out of your ears and finally listening to the man in front of you.

“Oh, sorry about that sir. How may I help you?” You notice that he’s pretty handsome, which made you blush as you notice him staring a bit intensely at you, but you decided to brush that thought aside since you didn’t even know him and never seen him before until now.

“You’re good, I just need a Sunset Rum please.” He responds back before taking out his wallet, probably trying to look for the right amount of change to pay you for the drink even though he doesn’t need to do that until after.

Your eyes widen and you look at him as if he’s crazy and did something terrible. “Sunset Rum? Sir, that drink’s pretty strong, are you sure you wouldn’t like something more, I don’t know, softer to drink?”

He grins and laughs as if you just told him the most stupidest joke ever, which made you feel a bit embarrassed and flustered

“I’m not a little girl, I can handle such a drink like Sunset Rum. Now just give me the drink and I’ll pay you and go.” He says in a more harsher tone than what he sounded like earlier. His response shocked you, making the 1-minute long admiration for him disappear right when he opened his mouth again, and your slight liking for him turning into annoyance and hatred towards the strange man.

You let in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying not to fight this guy right then and there at the bar. You give him a small grin before grabbing a bottle of the drink he wanted from the case behind you and pouring some of it into his glass cup.

“Thank you.” He says in a bit of a sarcastic tone, which annoyed you even more, but you watch as he takes a large sip of it, gulping as he drinks the whole glass of Sunset Rum and slams the cup on the counter as he finishes.

“You want more?” You ask him, him nodding his head as a response. You look at him hesitantly before pouring yet another shot of the drink into his cup.

Over 15 minutes pass by, and the man that you had been feeding the drink to has become absolutely drowsy and it looks as if he’s just about to faint. He’s laying his head down on the counter, and you swore you could hear snoring noises coming out his mouth.

You tap him on his shoulder, jumping back slightly as he looks up immediately at you, his eyes becoming tired and a funny smirk appearing on his lips before he lets out a strange laugh out of nowhere. ‘He’s extremely drunk, what an idiot, he shouldn’t have drunk a lot of that Sunset Rum. If he was smart enough, he wouldn’t even know that that drink exists in the first place.’ You thought to yourself as you notice how messed up he looks, though you had to admit, he does look a bit more handsome and better this way when he isn’t saying stupid, rude stuff to your face.

Though you notice him giving you a slightly creepy smirk, licking his lips, tasting the bitter taste of the alcohol he just drunk not too long ago.

“Wh-what’s your name?” He asks you in a more deeper voice than before, his words slurring.

“My name? Y/N, why?” You ask him.

He keeps the same creepy-ish smirk on his face before he stands up, almost falling over, which made you gasp and try to reach other the counter, though he kept his balance but remained walking like a zombie.

“Y-Y/N, you’re a bad, bad person.” He says as he approaches you from behind the counter. You widen your eyes as he wraps his arms around you, leaning in closer to your face. His breath reeked of alcohol, but you couldn’t help but blush and widen your eyes seeing how close he is to you right now. He slaps your chest playfully as he laughs, before he leans his head against your shoulder. You try to get him off of you, fake smiling at the people that were walking by as they saw you and the man in the position that you two are in now and feeling embarrassed and flustered from this whole situation.

“Get off of me.” You finally push him off, making him bump into the counter, groaning as his stomach hits the sharp edge of the counter. He turns back to you and pouts, which you found quite cute for a grown man, but this wasn’t the time to think that way of him. You grab ahold of his hand before taking him to the back of the bar, him bombarding you with questions as to where you’re taking him and what you’re going to do with him, and you know for sure you aren’t going to do anything weird with him and you wouldn’t want him thinking like that either.

You take him to the back of the bar before sitting him on the ground, quickly grabbing a trash can from behind you and placing it in front of him. You were always cautious about how people react to this drink, so you always knew when someone would vomit and this was exactly his time to do so.

You see his mouth forming into a round shape, and just before you knew it, the man began puking into the trash can. You close your eyes tightly and look away as he vomits into the trash can. As you were sure he was done, you look back at him, his mouth filled with pieces of vomit and he groans loudly from the pain that his stomach endured.

You started feeling a bit bad for him, and turned the other way as you grab the trash can and open the door to the outside of the bar and quickly throw it into the dumpster before making your way back inside and sitting next to him. As you sit down next to him, you ask him if he’s okay, and he nods before letting out a loud burp, which made you giggle a bit, finding him a bit cuter and nicer than how he is when he isn’t tipsy and drunk.

“Are you okay now?” You ask him, staring deeply into his eyes. He stares at you, and you notice a strong glint in his eyes that you couldn’t help but to feel attracted to, to the point that it was impossible to look away from him.

He smiles and nods his head. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

You blush without even noticing and decide to ask him the question that you’ve been wondering about and meaning to ask him all this time. “What’s your name by the way? I told you mines, so you have to tell me yours.”

“M-my name is S-Soohyuk.” He slurs out, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

“Well, Soohyuk, it was nice meeting you, but I have to go back to bartending now. Come on, though, I’ll call a cab for you to take you home.”

Before you could stand up and walk away, Soohyuk quickly grabbed your hand, making you turn around to face him again. “W-wait.” He sputters out. You look down at him, noticing how wide his eyes were before he looks down at the ground and blushes. “C-come closer.” He tells you.

You raise an eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly want from you, before you decide to obey him and you lean down closer to him.

“C-closer.” He says again.

You hesitantly lean down closer to him before he looks up to face you and pulls you in closer, making you fall into his arms. He places his lips against yours and kisses you passionately. You felt your cheeks heat up and feel your heart beating fast as you were trapped in his arms and your lips were moving perfectly with his. Even though his breath still reeked of alcohol, you didn’t care at this point. All you truly cared about was this moment in time with you in his arms and his lips against yours.

He breaks the kiss first, and you both try catching your breath before he looks at you again and smiles. “I-I think I’m in love with you Y/N.” He spills out.

You blush before your smile slowly fades away and you snap back into reality. “You’re not saying this only because you’re drunk, are you?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, of course not. I really do love you Y-Y/N.” He takes your hands in his and stares you deep in the eyes, his eyes not moving away once from yours.

You felt yourself blush again before helping him out. “Well Soohyuk, I’m falling in love with you too.” As soon as you say this, he smiles widely and embraces you in yet another hug. You giggle and as he lets go of you, you take ahold of his hand.

“Now let’s go drive back to my place so you can sober up and brush your teeth. You’re a great kisser and all, just not with alcohol breath.”

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badfreakingair · 2 years

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Talk of the town

Pairing: GONG YOO x BLACK READER

Prologue

Dispatch has revealed that Korean actor Gong Yoo has been in a relationship with writer y/n for about a year and that the two are engaged. He's a man known for breathing life into all his characters and keeping his personal life private. The news came as a shock to his fanbase not because he's engaged but because said woman was a black woman. Adding salt to injury the woman was significantly younger than him. K-netizens reactions ranged from absolute disbelief to calling said revelation a farce or publicity stunt for some American project he's probably participating in.

He's agency's silence on the matter only deepened the curiosity of the public. A relationship reveal that was expected to capture the interests of the public for a few days lasted a month. The pair had become the talk of the town. With one discourse after another.

SCENARIO ONE: REACTION TO DISPATCH REVEAL

To say that you were shocked was an understatement. You had done everything right. Private dates in restaurants owned by one of your friends, dinner dates indoors, car dates, picnics in the backyard, you name it. You had done everything in your power to date in private and keep your relationship a secret. You knew the reveal wouldn't affect you much because your fanbase wasn't in a parasocial relationship with you. This fact however did very little to tame the ache in your chest. You were worried about Ji Chul. Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone vibrating in your hand.

"Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he asked with a soft and worry some voice.

"I'm fine but I'm more worried about you".

He was silent.

"You don't have to say anything. We'll talk when you get home" you reassured him. "mhm" he reluctantly responds.

The call ends and you descend into an hour long inner monologue on whether or not you should log onto your social media. The arguing points being that you still didn't know the extent of the criticism but maybe that was for the best. To distract yourself you headed for the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner even though it was before noon. You cleaned already cleaned areas in a desperate attempt to keep your mind busy. You put up a good battle but the war was lost. You eventually succumbed to the desire to know the reaction of the public. Upon logging onto your social media, your notifications lit up like Chinese fireworks. This wasn't your focus. You wanted to know how his fans felt about the revelation.

ONLINE COMMENTS **Tell me its a joke. Is this for publicity** **Why a black woman? I'm shocked. This can't be true ** **Is he desperate?** **I won't believe it until he says so himself**

Your heart broke a little. This is why he was worried. Well at least no one is throwing the word traitor or demanding an apology. You logged off and vowed not to login again until the storm had cleared. To seal the treaty you turned off your phone. You passed the time by preoccupying yourself with work. The hours flew by as you were anticipating your fiancé’s return. To your surprise he arrived home earlier than expected. You got up from the couch to meet him at the door. Before you could even say a word, he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace.

"I missed you too" you said as his upper body gently enwrapped your torso. He pulled back from the embrace, took your hand and led you to the living room and sat you down beside him. With both hands comforting yours and your eyes facing his, he asked. "Are you okay?" "Are you?" "You're all that matters to me right now. I just want to make sure you're okay". "I told you I'm fine" He pulls you in closer. "I'm really sorry about today. I hope this won't make you not want to live in Korea with me". "I don't scare that easily" He smiles. "I love you. I want to be with you. Be a good husband, a good father and nothing will change that. I love you for who you are and who you are not" "I know" you said leaning in to place your hands on the back of his neck. "Nothing is coming between us"

part two is here

How the two of you met

#gong yoo #gong jichul #scenarios #fanfic #imagines #scenario #imagine #black x reader #ambw #bwam #reaction #reactions #kactor #k actor #gif not mine #dispatch korea #requests are welcome

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chicken-fifi · 1 month

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To Be Loved By You | Lee Dongwook Imagine

Pairing: Lee Dongwook x Pregnant!Reader (established relationship)

Requested by anon: Paster

Genre: fluff and angst

Word Count: 1,092 words

A/n: it's been so long since i've written for him. i really hope you guys like them

Tunes: silent choir room in a middle school

Dongwook sat up in the bed, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. His eyes settled on you as you slept peacefully by his side. The thin sheet covered the swell of your bump as you lay on your side, having finally found a comfortable position to sleep in at some point during the night. Stretching his arms over his head, he hummed as his back cracked before he leaned over pressing a kiss to the top of your head, hand running over your bump lovingly, before rising from the bed. Giving you one last look before he left the room, Dongwook smiled as he saw you rustle in your sleep.

Making his way down the hall, he stretched his arms time and time again, before entering the kitchen, immediately working his way around the room to get breakfast going. He’d taken up the daily routine ever since you entered your second trimester - he would’ve taken it over earlier if you hadn’t been so dead set on sticking to your routine. The different scents of the foods he was making spread all over your shared home. Dongwook was focused intently on the food in front of him, not wanting any of it to burn or be underdone in the slightest and cause you or your little bundle of joy any harm. With his sharp focus he didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall nor the soft calls of his name coming from you.

“You should’ve woken me up,” he finally heard from directly behind him as your arms circled around his waist, face pressing into his back, your bump forcing much more room between the two of you than normal - although this had become the new normal.

“You looked so peaceful,” Dongwook voiced, hand going to your wrist and rubbing it gently as he stepped back and away from the stove, lest you get burned. “I couldn’t wake you up knowing how hard it is for you to rest properly during the night.”

You hummed, pressing a kiss in between his shoulder blades, “I’d still like to make breakfast for my man in the mornings regardless. You’ve been doing so much for me that I feel a bit useless.”

Your words alarmed Dongwook immediately, as he spun on his heel to face you, cupping your face in his large hands. How could you feel useless when you were doing the most taxing and important job anyone could possibly do? You were - growing a physical product of your joint love and union. Had he done or said something - anything - to make you feel as though you were useless?

“Take that back,” he urged. “Take that back immediately. You are anything but useless. I’m doing these things because I want to. I know very well that you are more than capable of doing them, but I want to do them for you so you can rest and focus on conserving your energy for when it really counts - for when I’m not here to do these things for whatever reason. Allow me to pamper you when I’m here and don’t feel bad about it.”

You felt your heart melt at his words, “Can I atleast make you dinner tonight?”

Oh, how could he say no to you, especially when you looked at him like that.

“Alright,” he relented. “But don’t even think about touching the laundry. I’ll take care of it when I get back later.”

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You hummed happily as you sliced the vegetables for the stew you’d begun craving for dinner. Despite originally intending to make something else as a surprise for Dongwook, you had quickly reconsidered and began making the stew, knowing that he’d be happy with anything if it made you happy right now. Your ears perked up as you heard the front door open. The split second that your mind wandered was enough to lead to injury. The knife you’d been holding slipped over the carrot you’d been cutting and nicked your finger, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. Hurried footsteps made their way to the kitchen, a panicked Dongwook eyeing you from head to toe before his eyes settled on the bleeding finger.

“Are you okay? Is it deep? Did anything go into the cut?” he rushed out as he took your hand inspecting the cut for himself - meaning he would’ve gotten all of his answers regardless of whatever answers you would’ve given him. “What happened?”

“I got distracted. It’s just a small cut, it'll heal before you know it,” you reassured gently, attempting to take your hand back to find a bandage to wrap your finger.

“What if it had been further down your hand? Or your wrist? What if the knife had slipped and cut your belly? You can’t get distracted when you’re holding something dangerous, regardless of what it’s being used for.”

It was a simple and honest accident, but Dongwook had become so overprotective as of late that reasoning with him about this wasn’t possible. You could still remember the worry and panic he’d expressed when you bumped into the counter while carrying a basket of laundry early on in your pregnancy. Not that you could blame him of course, it had taken a while to get to this point, having struggled for a while to conceive, and now that you were finally pregnant - weeks away from full term, he was getting angsty, worried over every little thing that could possibly go wrong and destroy this little world the two of you were living and creating in.

“I’m fine, Dongwook. It was just a finger and it’ll heal. I promise, I’m fine that I’ll be more careful next time.”

Dongwook’s shoulder slumped as he let out a breath, “I’m sorry. I just-”

“I know. Trust me. I know.”

Without another word, he pulled you as close as he could, and hugged you firmly.

“How about I go get this bandaged up and then we’ll finish making dinner together,” you posed, pulling away to look at him.

He nodded, releasing you slowly, “I’ll help, just to make the bandage doesn’t bother you later.”

You smiled and nodded, allowing him to lead you towards the sink to clean off the wound. He uttered apologize whenever he saw you wince from the soap and water coming into contact with the cut, his eyebrows furrowed and lips in a focused pout. Gosh, you were lucky. There was no way this child wouldn’t know how much their father loved them and would forever protect them.

You were loved.

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naflaswife · 2 years

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Hey guys! I made this account to post my scenarios. I used to have another one but I forgot the password (typical me lol). I posted one headcanon with my man Nafla there and maybe, some of you guys have already seen it, but I will post here again. Also, English it's not my first language, just be nice if I ever pronounce/write something wrong.

Also, I will accept requests (if someone it's actually reading this) so feel free to ask me.

I love writing and I'm doing this to distract myself from reality. Hope you guys enjoy here!! Almost forgot, I will write it for every artist you guys wanted, khh, kpop and kactors.

THANKS ✨✨✨

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saidrabbles · 2 years

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exhibition

pairing: lee soo hyuk x reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

it was a sunny day, the sunlight urged you to leave the house. you decided to take this opportunity to go out, since you're always at home or the studio, working. you decided to go the newest exhibition, showcasing one of your favorite artists' work.

"(y/n) !!!" you heard someone screaming your name. you look to the side, and see a tiny figure running towards you with open arms. as he comes closer, his face becomes clear. it was soon-young, a member of the k-pop group seventeen, but to you, he's a close friend.

"youngii !!" you gasped in surprise as he engulfs you in a warm hug. you pull away, both smiling at each other. "what brings you here?" he asks you excitedly. "alone, at that" he ponders.

"i gave myself a day-off, and i wanted to spend it by myself, gathering my thoughts" you laughed at his attentive expression. but then you realize a tall, built yet slim figure, standing beside him. you hadn't noticed him when soon-young was causing a commotion running towards you.

soon-young turns to look at what youre looking, and he remembers his friend that he came with. you knew well who he was, but you were surprised to see him with soon-young. "a-ahh !! i got carried away and forgot to introduce you to one another" he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

you smiled awkwardly, feeling embarrassed that you had been blabbering away together to notice him. but what you didn't know, was that he had his eyes on you the moment he saw you. he was in awe, too immersed in his thoughts to bring attention to his existence.

he knew who you were, as you were a famous artist in the music industry, taking the nation's hearts and love. he had heard about your beauty but he had to admit, the photos don't do you justice. you were absolutely breathtaking in real life, with a very charming aura surrounding you.

"hello, im lee soo-hyuk" he extended his hand first. "im a fan of your music." you were taken aback. you had no idea that he liked your music, let alone listen to it. you felt your heart flutter at his compliment. "(y/n)" you put your hands in his slowly, feeling his soft yet rough hands. "i'm a fan of your works as well." you smiled at him.

he felt his heart warm up when he knew that you were aware of who he is, and even seen his work. he gently squeezed your hand, making your heart flutter yet again. he was smiling tenderly at you. your hands seemed to linger, holding one another. you had to let go, before it got weird.

soon-young was eyeing the pair, a knowing look on his face. he smiled deviously. you both slowly pulled your hands away from one another, feeling the cold air hit your warmed hands. "im going to take a look at that piece over there, there's quite the walk so the both of you can wait here !" soon-young broke the silence. "im going to take a few pics though, so it'll be quite the wait... you can wait for me at a nearby cafe"

you looked at him, panic visible in your eyes. he's leaving you alone with soohyuk??? you felt like you were going to explode. "i saw a quiet café at the other side of the street" you laughed as you caught on his plan. "you don't happen to know the location as well, do you?" you teased. "actually, i do" you burst into laughter. he was truly unbelievable. soohyuk found himself laughing at soon-young's plan as well, he had to admit, he's so precious.

you and soohyuk gave up and made your way to the café. you both knew how stubborn soon-young can be, and you weren't complaining. you both felt attracted to one another, you wanted to know more. you found a more private table in the café, to avoid fans and paparazzi. soohyuk ordered tea, while you ordered an iced latte.

you were thankful that soohyuk was patient with you. being shy in nature, you took time to open up to others and he understood. you eventually started talking more, and you were surprised to know how many things you had in common. soohyuk found himself wanting more of you. he loved your way of thinking, how you viewed the world, and how well of a listener you were.

he found himself falling helplessly in love with the person sitting across of him, silently wishing that you'd feel the same. you spent hours with one another. the sun had set down, and the nightlife shined on the both of you. it got late, and as much as you disliked it, you decided it's time to go home.

"is it okay with you if i drove you back home?" soohyuk looked at you as you left the café. you gazed into his deep dark brown eyes. "it's quite late, and dangerous to go alone." he insisted. "well, if you don't mind" you smiled at him, and he cheered inside his head. he got to spend more time with you.

it was a fairly silent ride, and you liked the silence, it was a comfortable silence. but you decided to play some music from your playlist. "hey, can i connect my phone to your car?" you turned to him. his side profile is out of this world, you almost gasped. he smiled as he told you on how to connect it.

you played one of your favorite artists, "the weekend" newest album. soohyuk's eyes widened as he immediately recognized the song. "you like him too?" he briefly looked at you, happy that he found one more thing that you both share. "yeah ! this album might be my favorite...it's truly a masterpiece" you continued talking about why you liked his music and this album, and he found his heart melting at your cuteness as you spoke with excitement.

you reach your apartment, and you both feel sad to separate. "thank you, soohyuk-ssi. you truly made my day." you smiled at him. "i could say the same thing, i really enjoyed my time with you." he returned your smile. you hesitantly left the car, because you've been meaning to ask for his number. but you were hesitant.

what if he's just normally nice like this to everyone? then it'll be just embarrassing...how would I know if he's actually interested in me...

you were lost in your thoughts as you walked up the stairs of your building entrance, when you heard your name. "(y/n) !!" you looked back, knowing it was soohyuk. he ran up to you, and stood just a few feet away from you. he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "i was wondering...would you give me your number? i would love to meet up with you again sometime." he nervously looked at you. you stood there dumbfounded. "i thought you'd never ask" you breathed.

he looked at you, clearly feeling happy. you exchanged numbers and he was leaving, for real this time. before he turned to walk away, you stood on your tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. he felt his cheek embrace a rosy color, feeling his heart beat quicker than it normally would. you smiled at him, feeling nervous yourself, and ran to your apartment.

he stood there, baffled as he put his hand on his cheek. it was warm, where you kissed him. he knew that you're becoming someone special to him, and he loved everything about you. he looked at your figure as it got smaller, and smiled.

"i think i owe that jerk alot, probably alot more than i can imagine."

a/n: i've been missing soohyuk so much after tomorrow ended, and when he posted today, i felt breathless when i saw his blurry selfie <3 i was having a writers block but he just inspired me to write this so i think im back ! <33

(haven't proofread)

#drabbles #imagines #scenarios #writing #fanfic #oneshots #tomorrowkdrama #lee soo hyuk #lee soo hyuk x reader #parkjonggil #kactorimagine #kactorscenarios #kactor

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Never Enough ~ Nam Joohyuk

A sigh came from you as finally the front door opened, completely unaware of how late it was. You didn’t quite know how to react as Joohyuk finally come home, deciding to keep your eyes staring down at your phone, failing to acknowledge him as he walked into the room.

Unlike you, his eyes were firmly on you, watching you closely. Joohyuk wasn’t surprised to see you failing to respond, he knew that he was home much later than he told you he’d be, but when work called, he felt he had no other choice but to be there.

That choice had been made countless times by Joohyuk, leaving you at your apartment all by yourself. You were tired to say the least, even as Joohyuk dropped down to sit on the chair at the opposite side of the room, you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile.

“How have you been?” Joohyuk asked you, trying to break some of the tension that was in the room. “I really didn’t intend to be home as late as I was tonight Y/N.”

“I’ve heard that several times before,” you muttered under your breath.

A slight nod of the head came from Joohyuk in reply to you, not quite knowing what to say. He understood why you were so frustrated, he was annoyed himself that work had been so busy, feeling the pressure more than ever to make sure that he got everything done.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Joohyuk told you, scratching over the top of his head as he tried to get your eyes.

You weren’t quite as willing as Joohyuk to have a conversation though. You couldn’t help but feel angry, defeated almost. The number of times Joohyuk had let you down was far too high for you to dare remember anymore.

The silence that came from you was beginning to frustrate Joohyuk too, wanting you to at least try with him. He understood so far, but the effort that you were putting in to ignore him felt slightly too much even by Joohyuk’s standards.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You’re just going to make me feel bad about this forever?”

“What else is there to do?” You quizzed, “I’ve waited here all night to talk to you, but nothing.”

A sigh came from Joohyuk as yet again he heard the annoyance that was in your voice. “I’ve got work to do Y/N, I can’t keep saying no to them because I’ve got to spend time with you, we can’t all come home at dinner and just put our feet up.”

Your eyes widened as Joohyuk managed to get a sly dig in, finally glancing across at him. “The point is you can say no sometimes, you don’t have to constantly be there. There are other people who want your time Joohyuk, even people that are lucky to finish work at a reasonable time like me.”

“Maybe I’ve not got the balance of home and work right, but what can I do?”

You couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing, almost as if Joohyuk was expecting someone else to give him the answers. If he really wanted to spend time with you then he would solve things for himself instead.

“I wish I could be at home more,” Joohyuk tried his best to tell you, “but my career is my drive, it’s what makes me who I am Y/N. I’m making a name for myself right now and I don’t want something to mess that up.”

“You mean someone like me?” You questioned, standing up from the sofa. “If you want to tell me that I’m in the way Joohyuk, then just say that.”

As soon as his eyes noticed you walking towards the direction of the stairs, Joohyuk stood up too. He took a few steps left so that he was inline with you, reaching out.

A sigh came from you as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, refusing to let you go. “You’re not a problem in my life Y/N, I can’t believe you’d think that’s what I think.”

“Just let go of me,” you asked Joohyuk, pulling your arm away. “If I wasn’t a problem in your life then you’d want to be here with me, you’d at least notice how much this is bothering me.”

Joohyuk dropped his hand back down to his side, with his eyes still looking in your direction. He could see that you were hurting, there was no more fight in your eyes, just exhaustion and a need for something different out of your relationship.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so consumed with work recently,” Joohyuk told you in a much calmer voice. “Perhaps there have been quite a few times when I could have told them no instead of yes.”

There was nothing else that you could do other than nod at what Joohyuk said, knowing that he was right, things could have been different, and they should have been different too.

“I’m sorry too that I’ve ended up ignoring you because of how things have been,” Joohyuk continued to tell you. “More than anything I want to be here with you, but I’m too scared to say no to the people at work, I think that’s my biggest problem.”

“You know all I’ve ever wanted is that I just want to be enough for you, but recently it’s felt as if I could not be further down the list of priorities for you.”

Your words stung Joohyuk, sending a slight shiver down his spine. He had never realised how badly his drive to stick around at work had bothered you and felt you feeling as if you didn’t matter even a little bit in Joohyuk’s life.

“I promise that I’m going to be around more, make more of an effort for us,” Joohyuk assured you as the two of you started walking back into the room. “I don’t care what it takes, things need to be better, and I need to pay attention to you. You’re not bottom of the pile Y/N, you’re always at the very top for me.”

You dropped down on the sofa, feeling Joohyuk drop down beside you. His hand rested slowly against your leg, relieved that you didn’t brush him out of the way.

You didn’t quite know how Joohyuk could fix things, or how long it would take to make a change, all you could do was be hopeful that something would give. How you were living was never how you wanted your relationship to be, and long term you knew that it was never going to work out with Joohyuk as it was.

“I’m going to speak to them at the set tomorrow and tell them that I need to be home at dinner time,” Joohyuk promised you, “that’s when you get home, isn’t it?”

“Is it really that easy for you?” You asked him in surprise, “I mean there’s so many people there relying on you, can you just turn around and go?”

Joohyuk nodded in reply to you, knowing that he had no choice but to put his foot down. “I’ll sort something out with them, no matter what it takes.”

It was a start for the two of you, but a small part of you still worried. You didn’t just want for it to be a one time thing from Joohyuk, you wanted to have many evenings with him, not just the one that he thought would please you.

“I promise that things are going to change,” Joohyuk told you once again as your eyes turned to look across at him, “I mean it Y/N too.”

“I hope you do,” you whispered, “I don’t want to be nothing to you Joohyuk, I at least want to be something.”

“You’re more than that, you’re everything.”

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