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leehestia · 1 year

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Jealousy // sanha x reader ft. eunwoo

Pairing: sanha x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Synopsis: Sanha denies his love for Y/N, but later on realizes it through jealousy.

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity, swearing (?), dorm era

Authors note: THSI WAS REQUESTED BUT I TOTALLY LOST THE REQUEST OMG IM SO SORRY 💀 I am a dumbass and it was my first request so i didnt know how to work it🧍‍♀️

Authors note (2): i know sanha and eunwoo love each other very much and we don't know whats going on in their lives, so i just wanted to yet yall know that its not completely accurate, and that sanha may or may not be feeling this feeling towards eunwoo, but we don't know 🤷‍♀️

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"Of course they'd hang out, they're both perfect." Sanha sighed through the phone call. "I know. But we can't do anything about it. We can't just force them to stop just for your sake." Moonbin answered. "It's just really annoying. The way Eunwoo just does everything with her these days." Sanha groaned. "Wait, don't tell me..." "What?" "Do you seriously like Y/N?" "Of course I do, she's my friend." Sanha said, confused. "No, you dumbass. As a woman." Moonbin remarked. "Oh- well I- I never really thought about it." Sanha blushed. Moonbin paused for a moment with a chuckle, "Okay then... I guess not." Moonbin shruged. "H-hyung, I'll get going, someone else is calling and it's really important... Bye!" Sanha excused

He sighed with his heart furiously beating in his chest. Liked you as a woman? Couldn't be true.

Suddenly, Sanha heard the doorbell ring. He went to open the door only to see you.

"Oh, Sanha." You smiled. "Y/N..." Sanha said with nervous excitement. "May I ask where Eunwoo is?" You said. Sanha paused, an awkward smile forming on his face as he avoids eye contact. "He's just in his room." Sanha answered before giving space for you to come in. "Thanks..." You said with a soft laugh before coming in and removing your shoes. You hung your scarf and coat on the rack, before walking towards Eunwoo's room.

Sanha just watched you by the door, looking at you with a pout. He then later closed the door and walked to his room with a sigh. He lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept hearing giggles and laughter from outside his room, your voice of fun annoying him. Sanha groaned, taking his earphones from the bedside table and plugging it into his phone, playing music. He put it on the loudest volume, and closing his eyes to fall a sleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

Whenever his eyes close, his brain is plastered with an image of you. Whenever love songs play, he imagines you and him as each lyric. It annoyed him like hell. He wanted to throw his phone on a wall. He took his earphones out, stepping out of his bed as he went outside.

There, he saw you and Eunwoo. You and Eunwoo’s perfect faces in the kitchen, sitting on the counter chairs while eating. "God, please get a room." Sanha said with an eye roll as he walked towards the kitchen. You only laughed, looking at Sanha's annoyed expression. Sanha went straight to the fridge, looking at it. He immediately took the iced coffee, closing the fridge. “Ya… what’s that in your hand?” You asked, eyeing the iced coffee. Sanha looked, and started laughing awkwardly. “You hate coffee…” Eunwoo said. “I grabbed the wrong one.” Sanha said, before going back to the fridge and putting it back, getting the banana juice. “That’s Moonbin’s.” Eunwoo pointed at the banana juice. “Oh.” Sanha put back the juice and properly looked at the fridge this time. He sighed, taking the strawberry juice. “Have fun guys.” Sanha said in a sarcastic tone, going back to his room. “What’s wrong with him?“ You asked, looking at Eunwoo. Eunwoo looked back at you with a shrug, “22 year old hormones I guess…” You gave Eunwoo a chuckle.

Sanha silently screamed into a pillow as he kicked his bed. Sanha reached for the strawberry juice on his bedside table and finished it in one go. He crumpled the box with furrowed eyebrows, and threw it in the trash can like a basketball. “SCORE!” He shouted. Realizing what he just done, he put a hand on his mouth. He sighed, and continued to scream into his pillow. “What are you doing…” Minhyuk, his roommate walked it. “Rocky hyung!” Sanha whined, kicking. “You’re like a baby, Sanha. What happened now?” Minhyuk sat beside Sanha. “I don’t want to admit it, but I’m starting to get annoyed with Eunwoo and Y/N.” Sanha pouted. Minhyuk raised an eyebrow, then suddenly gasped, “You’re jealous!” He said, pointing at Sanha. “No, why would I be?” Sanha questioned. “Because no one gives a shit about them, it’s just you. Moonbin told me about your little stutters during the phone call.” Minhyuk teased. “I did not stutter! It probably lagged!” Sanha defended. “Ey… That’s obviously jealousy, Sanha.” Minhyuk crossed his arms. “It’s not!” “Then go take a jealousy quiz to see if you are!” Minhyuk suggested. “That’s stupid.” Sanha said. “Just take it, I’m telling you, you’re so obviously jealous!”

3 minutes later, Sanha finished taking the quiz, “IM JEALOUS?” Sanha choked. “I knew it!” Minhyuk laughed. “Yah, do you like Y/N? I mean as a woman by the way.” “No!” Sanha exclaimed. “Weh… Take another quiz!” Minhyuk instructed. “What? No-“ “Take it.” Minhyuk furrowed his eyebrows.

3 minutes later once more, “WHAT? THATS NOT TRUE! THIS QUIZ CANNOT DEFINE MY FEELINGS!” Sanha shouted, pointing at his phone that he just threw on the floor. Minhyuk cackled, finding joy in Sanha’s denial. “That’s just a stupid quiz hyung! I don’t like her!” “Then you love her~” Minhyuk laughed, receiving a hit on the arm by Sanha. “Yah, let’s go test it out.” Minhyuk said, excited. He pushed Sanha out of their room and into the kitchen.

There, they both saw you and Eunwoo still eating. “Oh, Y/N, Eunwoo!” Minhyuk called out, still pushing Sanha towards the both of you. “Oh, Minhyuk. Do you want to join us?” You asked, making Eunwoo look at you confused. “Of course!” Minhyuk laughed, placing Sanha to sit beside you, then him sitting beside Eunwoo. “What were you guys talking about?” Eunwoo suddenly asked.

“Why’d you ask?” Sanha answered back. “I heard you shouting “That’s not true this quiz cannot define my feelings!”” Eunwoo mimicked Sanha with a laugh, causing Sanha to glare at him. “It’s just nothing, Rocky hyung forced me to take some personality quiz.” Sanha half-lied. It was true that the quiz was about his personality and feelings, but he left something very important about that quiz. It was about his feelings towards you. “Well I guess that personality quiz showed something you never knew about yourself.” You laughed, making Sanha blush. “Oh- Y-yeah I guess…”

…

“See you next next week guys!” Eunwoo waved. Eunwoo was going to a fashion event for two weeks in Paris, and it joyed Sanha. He wouldn’t have to see Y/N and him flirting in the kitchen or living room for two weeks. Two weeks! He was so happy that he even gave Eunwoo a goodbye gift like he would never come back.

“Thanks again Sanha for the gift, see you!” Eunwoo cupped Sanha’s cheeks, squishing them. “Okay, okay, bye bye!” Sanha grinned. Eunwoo left, shutting the door. Jinwoo clasped his hands, turning back to his room. The rest of the members did the same, except Sanha. He stood infront of the door, a big grin still on his face.

No Y/N! No Eunwoo! No flirting! No teasing! The best idea for Sanha.

The doorbell rang, and Sanha being infront of the door, he opened it.

"Sanha!" "Y/N?" Sanha said, shocked. "Why are you here? I thought you knew Eunwoo left." Sanha asked. "I know Eunwoo left, but he's not my only friend here." You smiled. "Okay..." Sanha said, awkward, "Come in... I guess..."

You gave him a smile and went in, hanging your coat and removing your shoes. "Where are your members?" You asked, going straight to the kitchen. "They're in their room." Sanha answered, following behind her.

"Well then, I'm sure they wouldn't want to be disturbed. Let's eat! Just the two of us." You smiled widely. Just the two of us. Just the two of us?! Sanha smiled back, but it was totally awkward.

"Well, what do you guys have?" You asked, opening the fridge. "Not much, we don't really stay here that much, as you know. We have rameyon though." Sanha answered. "That'll do!" You giggled. "Where is it? Is it here?" You said, trying to reach for the highest shelf. Sanha sighed, seeing you struggle.

He walked up to you, holding your shoulder for support as he reached for the rameyon. You blushed as his chest was pressed to your back, his hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist. "What kind of stupid ass would put this at the back of the shelf..." Sanha complained, finally taking ahold of the rameyon. He turned and walked to the stove, leaving you red and sheepish. "You're so young yet so tall..." You complimented to boost your self-confidence about how 'you're not short and that he's just tall'. You're neck almost gets dislocated everytime you see Sanha.

He chuckled at your compliment, starting the electric stove and adding water. You both gawkily leaned on the counter while waiting for the water to boil a little. A few minutes later, Sanha pushed himself off the counter, going to the stove to add the noodles. He stirred them around a bit, before going back beside you to lean awkwardly again. What a pain.

"What made you hang out with Eunwoo a lot these days?" Sanha asked out of the blue. You were not ready for that question. "Well, I haven't really thought about it. Do you usually need a reason to hang out with someone?" You answered with a shrug. "No, not really. Just asking." Sanha scratched his nape. He gulped for a moment, before continuing, "It's just that... you know, it used to be... us, usually..." Sanha pressed his lips together. "Oh"

There it was again. Awkwardness.

"I mean, I'm not saying you should choose me over Eunwoo, I'm just wondering that- well- I-" Sanha didn't know what to say, he just... gave up and sighed, going back to the stove to stir the noodles. He stirred for a moment, then stopping. "Do you... like me?" Sanha said, placing the fork down. "Of course I do." You answered hesitantly, not knowing what he meant. “What?” You paused for a little, analyzing what he just said. "Oh, well- Sanha I- I'm- uh- washroom." You stuttered, running away. Sanha looked back as he saw you running into the washroom. He softly smiled and giggled as opened the rameyon powder and poured it in.

...

Pure silence was the loudest thing that was going on. Pure silence.

You didn't feel like eating, as you just stared at the red soup that drowned the noodles. "Eat, Y/N." Sanha said, mouth full of noodles. You looked at Sanha who was currently sitting across you, and sighed as you gave him a nod, picking up the chopsticks.

"Sanha, would we still be friends if I was a worm?" You asked, dipping your spoon into the soup. "Sure, I guess." Sanha said. "What if I dated Eunwoo, would we still be friends?" You said abruptly.

Sanha just stared at you, his cheeks puffed and red from the spice of the noodles, and maybe because of your question. "Of course I would.” Sanha said in a low voice, stuffing himself with noodles. "But why?” You continued to question him. “Isn’t it obvious? Why would your relationship with Eunwoo affect ours?” You closed your eyes before replying, "I see.” Sanha's eyebrows were furrowed this time, his expression slowly changing. You looked up at him to see his expression of antipathy to your personal questions. You gave an awkward smile before saying, "Oh no, I think there's an misunderstanding..." You chuckled, before looking down. "Are you dating Eunwoo?” You can sense that Sanha was getting annoyed. “No.” You mumbled. “Then what?” He said. You've been going around in circles ever since you step foot in this dorm today, of course he'd be annoyed. And you were most definitely annoyed at yourself too. Asking him random questions, getting him all confused, the cause of this whole uncomfortable circus.

“Sanha I-“

"Y/N I like you." Sanha said with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, his fist balled on top of the table. Finally. This confusing story of Sanha and yours was over. Now you just had to think of a response. "Really?"

"Yes really, Y/N."

You couldn't say anything else. You just looked into his eyes with a huge blush. Sanha looked into yours too, his expression softening.

You broke eye contact and quickly stood up, turning around to look at anything but Sanha. Sanha stood up as well, and went to you. You felt his tall-self hovering behind you as you bit your lip. "Y/N, is it because you like Eunwoo and not me?" Sanha's words hit you like a strong brick. You turned around and looked at him, a pout on his face. "No..." You whispered. “It’s just that I…” “You what?” Sanha continued to look at you, until you finally gathered courage.

You went on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his collar, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You let go of Sanha and see his smile of accomplishment.

"I like you, and it’s just that Eunwoo knows this secret of mine which is why we spent a lot of time together because I wanted to get closer with you again. I’m so sorry Sanha.” You explained, still gripping onto his collar. “Okay…” Sanha said with a soft smile, making you look at him.

"Okay..." You whispered with a soft smile, before slowly letting go of his collar.

“So… you like me?” “I like you” “So we’re dating now?” Sanha asked cheekily. “If you want…” You replied. “Well, it’s what I want.” Sanha said with a smile. “Alright.” You said with a useless thumbs up. Sanha laughed at your thumbs up and took your hand. “Jealousy isn’t really a good feeling, Y/N.” Sanha pouted. “I know~ That’s why I’ll be careful now. But you also have to be careful!” You replied, feeling more comfortable now. Sanha chuckling at your expression.

“I will.” Sanha smiled.

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 3:09am ]

You turned to the other side of the bed again, trying to find a comfortable position that would gift you a good night’s sleep. But nothing seemed to work. No matter what position, how many blankets you had, or whether you were lying on the cool side of the pillow seemed to make any difference.

You tried drinking water, warm milk, taking melatonin, a breathing exercise, listening to soft music, and lying down with your eyes shut for 30 minutes. Yet, still, sleep evaded you.

You sighed in frustration, feeling hopeless at this point. Why was falling asleep so damn hard?

Your eyes glanced over to your boyfriend who was sleeping soundly next to you. How did he manage it so easily every night?

You hesitated, not knowing if waking Myungjun up was really the best idea. But you didn’t know what else to try at this point. You tapped his shoulder ever-so-gently, eyes watching his face in hopes he would wake up.

He stirred slightly, his eyes opening slowly and a sigh leaving his lips. “Baby?” He asked softly, realising something must be wrong if you were still awake at this hour. He observed your face, worry setting in his features as he noticed how sleep-deprived you looked.

“I can’t sleep…” You whispered helplessly. The amount of failed attempts at falling asleep tonight was just making you feel like shit. Even a newborn baby could get to sleep just fine, but you couldn’t?

“I’m sorry to wake you up… but I’ve tried everything, and I just want to get some sleep. Can we cuddle or something?” You asked, and Myungjun nodded immediately.

“Of course. Come here.” He smiled, grabbing your wrist gently, and pulling you over so your head was resting on his chest. He hugged you, left hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“Do you want me to sing for you?” He offered, wanting to try anything he could to let you get some rest as soon as possible.

You smiled, “Yes please.” You closed your eyes, hugging him tighter and snuggling under the covers. He started to sing softly, almost in a whisper. It was delicate and breathy, and even though he had just woken up 3 minutes ago, he sounded gorgeous.

With the help of his singing, you were slowly lulled to sleep, breathing deepening. Myungjun smiled and closed his eyes too, drifting back to sleep easily with you in his arms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ astro taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @hannahsophie0103

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: this is very self indulgent?? ssnksjks it's 2 am rn and i can't sleep 😭 wishing i had mj to sing me to sleep rn cause this is awful.... hope everyone else who struggles with insomnia can get some good sleep :( love you all <33

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 years

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Jacket;; KMJ

Word Count;; .9k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Myungjun x Reader

Summary;;

What’s meant to be a fun city tour soon turns into a scramble to escape a sudden downpour of rain. Thankfully your boyfriend is right beside you, warm and comforting against the chilling winds.

Request;;

@littlewaterfal asked “Astro MJ… Please write something cozy fluff..”

Warnings;;

None! <3

Notes;;

You say cozy, I say cold and dreary! Why am I so bad at sticking to prompts?

My Masterlist || ASTRO Masterlist

Your laugh trails off while Myungjun’s own vibrant hiccups of joy persist, a reprieve amidst the encroaching gloom. Closing the transit app, you slip your phone into your pocket just before the clouds break. Thick droplets of water patter against your head and shoulders. Frowning at the endless grey overhead, you weigh your options. While you could wait out the storm in a nearby restaurant, you’d miss your bus and therefore have to delay your city tour.

A droplet splashes onto the tip of your boyfriend’s nose, prompting an indignant shout. Expecting him to take off running you grab the edge of his jacket, but he simply returns to your prior conversation while maintaining a consistent walking pace. His voice is energised, even when the light shower turns into a heavy pour and puddles form underfoot.

Cursing the news (and, on a subconscious level, yourself) for its lack of foresight, you grab his hand and take off in a jog. Not one to let silence prevail no matter the circumstance, his words are lost to the howling wind. Looking over your shoulder you’re greeted with an enthusiastic grin. There’s no room for pessimism around Myungjun. The storm fades to ambient sound, replaced by your shared laughter.

Entwining his fingers with yours, his touch shrouds you in a blanket of warmth. It builds between the gaps of your palms like a small fire. It’s a welcome distraction from the wetness seeping into your shoes. Squishing and sloshing around within their tight confines, your toes grow numb. Goosebumps explode across your arms each time you shudder.

The bus stop isn’t much further ahead and with the streets emptying, there’s a clear path straight to it. Not even the birds are willing to wait it out, flying up and away to dryer pastures. All that remains on the once bustling street is a scattering of litter and an elderly gentleman. He has a black umbrella, a moustache filled with years of knowledge, and a leer he wears like a badge of honour. His disdain fades into the storage banks of your memory; he'll make a great talking point should you ever find somewhere dry to rest.

Dull yellow lights flicker within the stores you pass, each packed with customers eager to escape the sudden downpour. Someone beckons you, offering their cafe as a place to rest, but you power on. This is, after all, just another aspect of this city you adore – spontaneity is the spice of life.

A boisterous buzz floats across the threshold of a small bar. There isn’t a single seat available and yet more people cram inside, jumping ship from the convenience store next door. In your haste the people inside mould into a kaleidoscope of smiles and mirth. Each face is indiscernible from one stall to the next, a mere blur within your peripheral.

Up ahead is lacklustre metal and smudged glass; an oasis in the form of the bus stop. Myungjun squeezes your hand in acknowledgement while humming a familiar tune. There’s too much interference from the storm to figure out just what it is yet your pounding heart finds respite in the melody.

By the time you reach the small tin can of a shelter you’re freezing. Water trickles down your cheeks. Soaked through, the thin fabric of your shirt clings to your body with every pant. You bounce on the spot, rubbing your arms to create friction. Given how hard the rain is coming down, the bus will be delayed. It's not reliable at the best of times, let alone during a freak storm.

Opposite you and watching you with a playful smile is your unbothered boyfriend. Like a puppy, he shakes off some of the water weighing him down before leaning back into the abhorrent weather. A rush of cold air whips against the glass panes and rattles within the cracks of the shoddy roof. It tousles his hair and leaves several strands sticking to his face.

Myungjun whistles, mirth entwining with every word as he says, “It’s really pouring!”

“I swear the weather app said nothing about this,” you grumble, sidling closer to steal his warmth. He takes notice and soon you’re wrapped up within his arms. “We might be stuck here awhile.”

“It’s a good thing we’re in good company then.” He laughs. When you inform him the company isn’t just good, it’s the best, it intensifies. Unrestrained and free, he fills the space with pure jubilance.

No matter how alike the sun he is, however, you’re still chilled to the bone. Your teeth chatter as you check your phone. The bus is two minutes late so far. Sighing to an exaggerated degree, you plop your head against Myungjun’s shoulder, nestling into his neck. With any luck you’ll manage to syphon some of his heat. He has plenty – his skin is burning, at least in comparison to your own.

Ever attentive to your needs, he shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. The inside is dry, warm, and carries the scent of his cologne. Outside of the bus stop the world is dreary, but there’s comfort within Myungjun’s embrace. Even when stray droplets fall onto your neck from his hair you’re unbothered. You snuggle deeper into his jacket until the world falls away, leaving just the steady rhythmic beating of your hearts.

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the-golden-choice · 2 years

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✩version of love✩

.epilogue.

[previous] | [next]

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milkybonya · 4 years

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May I please have an astro reaction to you suddenly needing cuddles/affection at night (it's not dirty I swear! Night time cuddles are the best) (((also may I have a sign off? Could I possibly be your ☀️ anon if it's not taken???)))

hello my dear !! and yes omg,, i always yearn for night time cuddles ;3; (☀️ anon is all yours!!)

Astro reaction to s/o needing cuddles/affection at night

Warnings: none

now playing . . . Flower by iKON

when you wake him up

he’ll be all grumbly and half asleep but as soon as you tell him you just want cuddles

this smol boi will wrap you in the tightest bear hug there is and he won’t let go

he might start tickling you

“this is payback for you waking me up!”

holds your hands and plays with your fingers

he’s so tired he’ll just fall asleep while holding your hands LOL

Jinjin

all i can imagine is him smiling sweetly like this :”)

“you know you don’t have to ask, right? you can come cuddle me whenever”

lets you bury your face in his chest

runs his fingers through your hair and hums a song

rubs your back

literally does everything and anything to make sure you’re comfortable

still awake even after you’re asleep because he can’t get over how beautiful you are

Eunwoo

Eunwoo’s Rookie Historian character was so cute

i mean he’s already so soft for you,, how dare you make him more soft >:(

smothers you in hugs and kisses immediately

wraps his legs around yours while he hugs you so you can’t escape

okay but the kisses might get a lil too passionate

whispers affectionate words into your ear

“[y/n] you’re so beautiful, i love you a lot...”

Moonbin

you’re Rocky in this gif >:)

okay he’ll tease you at first LOL

“[y/n] wants me to hug them? well what will you do for me?”

probably asks you for something dumb like you telling him you love him

then proceeds to pin you down and give you soft kisses all over your face and neck :”)

collapses on top of you and just stays there

falls asleep while on top of you and hugging you

Rocky

climbs on top of you and repeatedly says ‘i love you’

then falls asleep LOL

so you wake him up again and he apologizes

pulls you into his arms so you can just fall asleep together

strokes your hair and mumbles something under his breath

“[y/n], i love you so much... will you ever know how much i love you?”

you can feel and hear his heartbeat as the side of your face lays pressed against his chest

Sanha

Sanha is excited to be the one providing the affection for once!!

literally gets so giggly and excited

but pulls you in kind of awkwardly LOL

forgive bby boi he trying his best <3

the two of you end up in an uncomfortable position and become a laughing mess but eventually he figures out howeto properly hug you

and the two of you continue to talk throughout the night until you fall asleep :”)

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crazysexycoolkpopimagines · 4 years

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YOU ARE THE REASON // KIM MYUNGJUN

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Description: 1st imagine in the ASTRO song series. Based off of You Are the Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis.

*Y/N’S P.O.V.*

I’m awaken from my ever peaceful sleep to my phone ringing loudly.

I groan softly and reach for it, knowing it was MJ.

His ringtone was...unique, to say the least.

It was a voice recording of his ridiculous laughing.

“MJ?” I answer the phone, my voice raspy before I clear my throat.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday my angel!” His happy voice rings loudly through the speakers, making a tired smile creep onto my face.

“Thank you, love.” I grin.

“I know it’s late, but I wanted to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday. And I had to let you know that there’s a surprise coming for you in the mail today so be watching for it, okay?”

“MJ, you didn’t have to get me anything. All I really want is you back home anyways.” I sigh softly and play with my blanket.

Ever since MJ and the rest of the ASTRO boys left to promote their new album in America, I’d been pretty lonely here in our house without him. This was the first birthday of mine that we’d be apart since we met.

“I know, I’m sorry baby. You know I want to be there more than anything.” He sighs through the phone.

“But! Hopefully this present will make up for my lack of being there.” He tries to resume his previous cheerful tone.

“I’m sure I'll love it. But baby?” I smile softly.

“Yes darling?”

“It’s late, can I go back to sleep and call you when I get the present?” I ask shyly.

“Yes of course! Sleep well darling. I love you so much!”

“I love you too, MJ.” I smile before hanging up and going back to sleep.

The next morning I lazily walk downstairs and check out the front door to see if my package had been delivered yet.

Nothing.

I sigh softly and sit on the couch and watch TV, not so patiently waiting for my surprise.

When the doorbell rings, I jump up and run to the door.

When I throw open the door, there is indeed a box, but no postman.

I shrug and go to open the box when whatever is inside flings it open instead.

I yelp and jump back in shock, ready to fight whatever it was, until I see MJ standing there with his arms open.

“MJ! You nearly scared me to death!” I yell and punch his arm lightly.

“Did I surprise you?” He grins.

“Yes, you did.” I laugh and hug him tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I say softly as I keep my head buried in the crook of his neck.

“I couldn’t let my baby spend her birthday alone, now could I?” He says in a voice that lets me know he has the cheesiest smile on his face.

And that’s perfectly okay with me.

Because all that matters is that he’s here.

YAY! First ASTRO imagine in their song series is done! I wanted a cute and sweet concept for MJ, the sunshine of the group. I hope you all enjoyed it!! Next up will be Jin Jin and his should be up tomorrow! Til next time!

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thepixelelf · 4 years

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Mistletoe Misbehavior

Genre: fluff!!

Pairing: Reader and MJ (Astro)

Words: 847

Note: this is an alternate universe, but there wasn't really a name for it so yeah. Also, I am aware that not everyone celebrates Christmas, but the Astro members do, so I hope this isn't too bad. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Christmas might be Myungjun’s favourite time of year (starting now).

•••

“This… is ridiculous.”

Sanha gaped at the ceiling. Or, for a better explanation, what used to be the ceiling.

"I think you mean genius," Myungjun said as he crudely taped up the last piece of mistletoe. He climbed down the small stepladder and put his hands proudly on his hips, admiring his two hours' worth of work.

Every single square inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe.

If Sanha didn’t know the roof was supposed to be white, he wouldn’t have called it that. How Myungjun had even found that much mistletoe in the first place was a mystery of its own.

“If this is because they're coming over tonight, you're an idiot."

Myungjun beamed at the mention of you, eyes sparkling with mischief at the thought of you falling right into his trap. With a roll of his eyes, Sanha ignored him and went back to his original goal of setting the table. He didn't like the job, but he definitely preferred it over cooking dinner, which he left to Jinwoo and Dongmin. (Actually, you were the one bringing most of the main dishes, but all the boys liked to pretend they pitched in more than they did.)

Myungjun always offered to help cook, but Dongmin had a habit of keeping him as far away from the kitchen as possible. A good habit to have, in hindsight. The yearly Christmas party with you had become a tradition two years ago, and Myungjun's official kitchen ban was enacted just before that. You weren't a stranger to Myungjun's interesting cooking methods, but the boys assured that you'd only scratched the surface.

Making one last check that no area of the ceiling was left uncovered, Myungjun gave himself a pat on the back and put away the stepladder. His phone chimed with the Microsoft shutdown noise (a ringtone you had chosen for yourself).

Mistletoe Victim: Can you come downstairs and help me? I brought too much stuff

He wasted no time in meeting you down in the apartment lobby, where you were waiting with a few grocery bags of tupperware and a bunch of large gifts. You wore only jeans and an ugly Christmas sweater, but somehow you radiated merryiness. Something about the holidays always made you more cheerful, which was why Myungjun liked them so much (but he wouldn't tell you that).

As soon as you spotted him, you waved. "Merry Christmas! Can you help me with the presents? You guys don't have a chimney so we'll have to use the elevator."

You laughed at your own joke, and Myungjun joined in as he scooped up each meticulously wrapped gift.

"Oh! Don't forget this one," you said, putting a small navy blue box on top of the pile in his arms. He could barely see over the mountain of presents you'd brought.

The trek to the boys' apartment wasn't too long, but Myungjun's excited anticipation to see you fall for his trap made it seem much longer. He was practically bouncing by the time the elevator opened.

In his excitement, the small blue box tumbled off the pile of gifts onto the floor, somehow sliding in the opposite direction of the room and behind their floor neighbour's potted plants. Myungjun went after it, but you kept onwards to the room.

He struggled more than he thought he would at picking up the small box, having to put down the pile and push around the pots to actually find it. He heard distant laughter which he knew was you being greeted by the rest of the group, and something you said that he couldn't quite discern.

As quick as he could, he picked everything up again and ran to the doorway, only to be greeted with the image of you giving both Minhyuk and Bin quick pecks on their cheeks.

"Hey!" Myungjun shrieked, (gently) throwing the presents to the floor. "You can't do that!"

It was directed at the boys you'd kissed, and no doubt you'd already done the same to the rest, judging by Jinwoo's playful smile and Sanha's smug grin.

"Can't do what, MJ?" Dongmin teased. "It's tradition."

Everyone nodded in agreement, all of you pointing up the the mistletoe-infested ceiling.

"This isn't how it was supposed to go!" he protested still, "It's not fair!"

"Aww, does Myungjunnie want a kiss?" You cooed. Sanha and Minhyuk joined in, making those annoying thirteen-year-old boy noises kids did when someone was in trouble.

Myungjun spluttered, "No! No, I just—! It was—!"

You giggled at successfully turning his trap around, the holiday spirit making you more forgiving. "Don't worry, we can make it even right away."

Quick as a flash, you walked up to Myungjun and placed one gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning in for a peck on the lips.

Jinwoo was the one who started the loud, teasing noises this time before you lead them all to the kitchen to get dinner started, leaving a starstruck Myungjun in the open doorway.

You didn't fall for his tricks this time.

No, it seems he fell for you instead.

#astro imagines #astro mj #astro scenarios #astro oneshot #astro x reader #astro fluff #astro mj x reader #kim myungjun x reader #kpop oneshot #kpop oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #obligatory christmas fic!#im in a slightly jolly mood #and an MJ mood but dont tell him

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→ Pairing: Kim Myungjun x Reader (female OC) [feat. Kim Seokjin and Park Jinwoo] → Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, and & Slight-Angst → AUs/Tropes: Non-Idolverse, Fashionista!Reader, Fashion Editor!Reader, Accountant!Myungjun, Strangers to Lovers trope → Word Count: 5.6K → Warning(s) & Rating: alcohol, alcohol consumption, heartbreak, swearing, & shameless flirting from MJ | PG-15 → Summary: In what seemed like a normal meetup with a friend ended up changing your life forever... → A/N: The majority of this story is set in the past; hence, the past tense, but near the end, it does switch to present tense as the two leading characters finish reminiscing about their first meeting! I apologize in advance if it’s a bit confusing and/or hard to read! I will use some sort of line break to separate the past from the present to make it, hopefully, a tad easier! ☄ This one-shot is dedicated to an incredibly good friend of mine, Beanie @jinned, who is the sole reason why I even got into Astro and officially place MJ on my list of ULTS. He may or may not even be ult of ults. We will see!

“In the end, you’ll thank me as our marriage would’ve been a mistake...You know it. And I know it…”

That phrase knocked the wind out of you as you remained speechless ‒ practically mute ‒ while the loud and bustling noise of the fine dining restaurant continued in the background. You opened your mouth, desperate to form a coherent sentence. Shit. Even an audible word would suffice, but you honestly couldn’t.

The person you firmly believed, with all your heart, that he was the one for you, sat right across the table and declared that the wedding was off—terminated.

The wedding was scheduled to happen in just two months. Two...fucking...months…

“___,” Your fiancé began, breaking you away from your thoughts, “I honestly can’t express how deeply sorry I am for doing this to you, but it was the only way I can preserve our twenty-something friendship.”

“Friendship?” You scoffed, finally finding your voice. “You broke our year-long engagement so that you can PRESERVE OUR FRIENDSHIP?! Are you kidding me, Kim Seokjin?!” You practically boomed, alarming the patrons around you, but you didn’t care.

Seokjin tried to calm you but ultimately fails. Your emotions ran rampant throughout your body that nothing and no one could relax you. Well, Seokjin used to be able to, but since he’s the source of your fury, it’s pointless.

Forcing an airy chuckle, you reached over to your wine glass, drinking it all in seconds. The cool liquid hits the back of your throat but soon leaves behind this warm sensation. You felt that warmth settles within your cheeks, creating this pinkish hue, as you flag down a passing waiter and swiftly order another glass of your favorite wine. Within minutes, your second glass of wine appeared right in front of you. At first, you’re tempted to down it as you’ve done with the first glass, but then you opted against it. The last thing you needed to be was a drunken, heartbroken woman in a luxurious restaurant. At the same time, your ex-fiancé remained calm and collected. Then, the surrounding people - both the workers and customers ‒ would sympathize with him and utter phrases like, “Damn. He dodged a bullet. Look at the way she’s behaving, especially after he explained that he only wants to preserve their friendship.”

“God damn it…” You whispered, taking a long, deep breath, as you realize that Seokjin is right. Your marriage would be a mistake, especially if you’ve fallen out of love with him.

“___?” Seokjin questioned, noting this trance-like expression written all over your precious face.

“Why do you have to be right? Even up until the end of our relationship, you just have to be right…” You trailed on as a small, almost nostalgic-like smile slowly dances across your face.

Seokjin chuckled softly, “Well, someone has to be.”

“Yeah…” You nodded, maintaining that tiny grin as your eyes trail down to your ring finger. Slowly, you slid off the engagement ring, freeing yourself of this heavy burden that you’ve never known you had until tonight. Then, with your right hand, you placed it gently in front of Seokjin, saying one last farewell to him. You thanked him for being your first of every romantic milestone you’ve experienced.

As you stood up, placing a few twenty-dollar bills on the table, you said softly,

“I hope you find someone that will make you unconditionally happy.”

“I hope the same for you, ___. I truly do hope you find your soulmate.”

You uttered a quick thanks before walking from the table and towards a new chapter in your life.

An intriguing yet uncertain chapter where you explored the idea of being single again after so many years.

It should be a fun adventure, right?

Well, it was in the beginning. Yet like with everything else in life, it was only natural you’d experience some ‒ let’s just say ‒ writer’s block.

The first few pages contained incredible details of the first year since your breakup from Seokjin. You found yourself going back to school and majoring in fashion while finding the time to minor in journalism. During that good old university life, you met a person who you now considered a dear, close friend of yours.

Eun Byeol. Now that was a true definition of a “ride or die” friend. To this day, you still remember how you essentially handcuffed your roommate-turned-best friend to the closet door handle, preventing her from driving over to your ex-fiancé’s place and destroying his most prized possession. Yep. You guessed it—his 1960s candy red Jaguar E-Type car. Stereotypical of a fella valuing his vintage ride above anything else, but shit. Even you found yourself admiring that beautiful car once in a while.

But that was ancient history. Old news—just like your editorial on the most fashion show in Milan would be if you didn’t stop reminiscing about your first love and haul your ass.

Lightly shaking your head, forcing yourself back into reality, you cleared your throat a few times, sniffing the Tropical fruit scents that lingered around your office.

“I could really go for a mango shaved ice…” You muttered, blankly staring at your document as little to no inspiration enters your mind. You drummed your fingers against the keys, desperately hoping that something - anything - would jump right out of your brilliant mind and land directly on the page; thus, resulting in a finished article to hand over to the boss lady.

Yet here you sat for another couple of hours staring at the same paragraph. You were pretty sure that you edited that paragraph to the point that it wasn’t even a paragraph. You somehow managed to dwindle it down to a three-sentence summary of Emma Aruda, a rising top model, and how stunning she looked walking the runway. Great. Now your column was too short, thanks to your sudden need to edit before it was even completed.

“Come on, inspiration…” You groaned, slouching in your office chair as you swiveled back and forth, looking at the blanket of white that you called a ceiling.

“You know...the longer you keep your head positioned like that, the higher the chance of your brain cells leaving will be…” quipped a familiar voice, causing you to swivel towards your door.

Soon, a small grin formed on your face as you lightly scoffed at that person’s words.

“Well, hello to you too, Eun Byeol.” You greeted, sitting up straight but still resting your elbows on the arms of your chair.

Eun Byeol flashed a warm smile ‒ so warm and inviting that it could even get the coldest, most standoffish person to greet her back ‒ as she strode towards your desk and leaned against the edge.

“Dumb question, but what’s with frustration radiating off of you?”

“Oh, my brain stupidly remembered my relationship with Seokjin while I was in the middle of writing this article, and now I’m stuck…”

You heard Eun Byeol winced, grimacing as you went into details of the memories that resurfaced in your mind. As each word escaped your sweet lips, the more this unbearable stab pressed against the chest. To be more precise, this cruciating pain that invaded your heart.

“Damn, ___. It’s been like, what? Five years since he called off the engagement? I thought you were officially over that arrogant ass.” asked Eun Byeol, clearly fed up with your ex, as evidence in her tone of voice. You couldn’t help but shrink in your chair as each of your drear friend’s words grazed your soft skin.

Taking a long, deep breath before exhaling slowly, you tilted your head towards your friend, revealing a small and remorseful smile. You felt guilty mentioning him towards, fully aware of how she had rather colorful opinions of him.

“I am over him, but can you blame me for remembering the good old days I experienced with him?”

Now, it was your friend’s turn to feel a tad guilty for allowing and directing her fury towards you. Eun Byeol knew you were over him, but you fell victim to the old saying, “One never truly forgets their first love,” and that was Seokjin. He was your first love, and he might be even your last—unless her boyfriend’s longtime friend was still single.

Then, a lightbulb lit up in her devious mind as this scheming smirk danced across her face, instantly alerting you. That smirk usually led to some rather “exciting” shenanigans, and most often than not, you went home questioning your life choices and wondering how on Earth did your friendship with Eun Byeol last this long.

As you opened your mouth, ready to warn your friend, she beat you the punch.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Uh, besides pulling an all-nighter to finish this article? Nothing. Why?” You asked with a wary expression. Your eyes slightly narrowed while your brows became knitted together.

“Wrong! You’re coming out with me for drinks at this bar Jinwoo and I usually frequent whenever our schedules allow it.” Eun Byeol announced, overly excited, further adding to your suspicions.

You swiftly glanced at your editorial piece before flickering your gaze back to your friend. You sucked in some air through your clenched teeth. Your mind desperately tried to find any, if at all, hidden motives behind Eun Byeol’s random invitation. Unfortunately, you came up with nothing. No secret plans that laid underneath the seemingly harmless invite that your brain could zero in on.

“It’s just the two of us, right?” You asked, feeling apprehensive towards Eun Byeol’s invite.

Eun Byeol simply nodded, smiling brightly as she promised you that it would be just the two of you, and that was all.

After mulling it over for a good minute or two, you whined loudly before agreeing to go out with her.

“But I’m stopping after two Whiskey Sours! I still have a deadline to meet, unlike someone who’s currently in my office and clearly being a bad influence.”

Eun Byeol snorted in response, “Please. If I was such a bad influence, would I suggest that we steal Seokjin’s car and take it on a joy ride?”

“Actually, you did. Like, several times.”

“Shut up and write your damn column.” Teased Eun Byeol before exiting your office. As she created enough distance between her and your office, she fished out her phone from the pocket of her black slacks and sent a quick text message to her boyfriend. A message that read,

“Hey, can you convince MJ to come to our favorite bar? I’d think he’d be perfect for ___!”

Not even a minute after pressing send, Eun Byeol received a response that said,

“I’ll do my best, but he’s been moping lately since his last date ghosted him without any warning. Plus, you can’t forget how soul-sucking our line of work is, babe.”

Eun Byeol giggled softly as she typed out,

“Even more reason to add a certain fashionista to his dull life. She’ll liven it up with her colorful and bright personality,”

She then scrolled through her list of emojis, picking the perfect one before sending it. After waiting for what seemed like ten minutes, her boyfriend didn’t reply, meaning that he was on board and hopefully planting the seed at that moment.

“Oh, please let them hit it off…” thought Eun Byeol as she journeyed back to her office, dying to know if her boyfriend executed his mission perfectly.

Yet like with any task, there were bound to be tiny hiccups as Jinwoo exhausted all his go-to methods to convince his close friend, Kim Myungjun. While Eun Byeol and ___ worked at one of the top fashion empires, he and Myungjun worked a regular office job, crunching numbers for their CEO.

Again, a soul-crushing type of profession, and it didn’t help that their office space was oddly white. Everywhere Jinwoo turned, it was just pure white. Apparently, someone thought it’d be a brilliant idea to add fluorescent lighting into the mi; the entire building gave off this abnormally cleanliness vibe.

Every day that Jinwoo walked into the office, he seriously felt that he entered that agency from the hit movie Men in Black, especially in his black and white two-piece suit that his company required the workers to wear. What was next? He’d get a cool gadget that wiped civilians’ memories?

“Oh, man. That’d be amazing…” He mumbled, unaware of someone standing behind him.

“What’d be amazing, JinJin?” asked an all too familiar voice belonging to a person that Jinwoo actually had to see.

The eager man turned his chair around, now face-to-face with his close friend and coworker—Myungjun.

Quickly clearing his throat, Jinwoo plastered on the warmest smile his face could handle and happily greeted his friend.

Myungjun, at first, felt weirded out by his friend’s sudden surge in energy but soon brushed it off. He then matched Jinwoo’s energy, capturing the attention of a few bystanders.

“So back to my question, what would be amazing?” questioned Myungjun, ignoring the strange glances he and Jinwoo earned from their coworkers.

“Um…” Jinwoo began, nervously chuckling, “It would be amazing if you and I go out for drinks tonight, especially after how shitty this week has been.”

“I don’t know, man, like you said, it’s been a shitty week, and I don’t think I’m up for going out and having a fun time with you and the rest of our buddies.”

“Come on, MJ, you’re still not moping about what’s her face? She’s not worth your time, especially when you weren’t worth hers.” Jinwoo retorted, hoping that his tough-love approach would entice him to come out and meet his girlfriend’s friend. Sadly, it didn’t. If anything, his words made Myungjun even more upset as this solemn expression washed over his once joyous face. Now, his friend looked as if someone took his heart right out of his chest and crushed it with their bare hands.

“Alright...new approach…” Jinwoo switched tactics, going for the more “brotherly advice” approach, “Look, I was out of line, and for that, I’m sorry MJ. But I honestly hate seeing you upset over her, so please come out with me tonight. Tomorrow, you can sit at home alone and mope on the couch. Deal?”

Myungjun made a face, weighing his options but ultimately leaning towards going out. After all, Jinwoo was right. His loneliness and favorite couch would be there tomorrow, so where was the harm in downing a few shots of Vodka to numb the hurt?

“Fine, deal. What’s this place called?”

“Ahora.”

A quizzical expression slowly washed over Myungjun’s face as he couldn’t help but question the intriguing choice of that bar name.

While the uncertainty still filled his entire body, something deep within told him that something ‒ or maybe someone ‒ would change his life after tonight.

Mustering his signature thousand-watt smile; his eyes practically disappeared as he did, Myungjun gave his friend a thumb’s up and said,

“Alright. See you tonight! Maybe you and I can finally see who can drink the most without acting goofy after the third drink!”

Jinwoo playfully shook his head, letting out a few light chuckles.

“I don’t know, my dude. I think I got you beat the last time we had our little drinking competition.” He teased, masking his hidden motive behind inviting his buddy out. Secretly, he hoped that Myungjun would ask like his goofy self since, according to Eun Byeol, you had a thing for comedic guys.

Now, the real question was, how would Myungjun successfully capture your heart?

“So, what should I wear?” Jinwoo heard Myungjun ask, forcibly removing him from his frenzy thoughts.

“Um…” Jinwoo paused, silently panicking since his girlfriend never told him what you were going to wear tonight or even your preferred style on men. “Do you still have that purple and black striped sweater? You know with that creamy-tan color as well? I think it might be cold.” He suggested though he was unsure of his own recommendation. Honestly, he began questioning his life choices when he said, “purple and black striped sweater.”

A faint hum emitted from Myungjun’s lips while he mulled over his buddy’s fashion suggestion. Then, he simply shrugged, going along with Jinwoo’s choice.

“Yeah, I think I have that sweater still. Wait.” The biggest grin danced across his handsome face, “I knew you loved that sweater on me!” He cheered, flinging his arms around Jinwoo’s neck and giving him the warmest hug known to man.

“Let go! People are staring at us weirdly!!”

“Let them stare! I want the entire world to know how amazing of a friend you are to me!”

“Damn, you just had to make it even creepier. Didn’t you?”

“You know me so well.”

Later that evening, while Myungjun knew what he’d wear on his night out with the fellas, you were the polar opposite. You rummaged through your walk-in closet, flinging every single clothing hanger you could get your hands on. You tossed aside the latest peacoats, dresses, wool sweaters, everything onto the floor because nothing matched the vision you had in your fashionista brain. While, yes, it was just going out for a few drinks with Eun Byeol, you still wanted to look reasonably decent just in case Mr. Right made an appearance.

Silently scolding yourself while you tap the pads of your fingers against one another as you desperately try to capture the perfect attire you envisioned yourself. Minutes had gone by, and you still drew a blank. You even pressed your cold lips against your fingers, slightly enjoying the warmth that radiated from your hands. Then, it finally dawned on you as millions of light bulbs lit up in your pretty mind like a beautiful and well-organized lamp display at a furniture store.

“I’m a dumbass.” You teased, softly chuckling as you pulled out this dark gray pin-striped black peacoat and gently draping it over your desk chair. Then, you flipped through your rack, your fingers grazing the fabric of your blouses, button-ups, and plain old t-shirts. Your eyes scanned each article of clothing until you found the perfect blouse that would compliment the jacket perfectly. You pulled out this satin white long-sleeved blouse with ruffles on the ends of both sleeves and the collar.

With a pleased smile, you gently laid the blouse over the jacket before grabbing a nice pair of navy blue slacks. The very same pair of slacks that Eun Byeol has dubbed “the highlighter” because apparently it perfectly accentuated the best parts of your body—whatever that meant.

Grabbing both the coat and blouse with your pants draped over your forearm, you made your way towards the restroom. Just as you’re about to disappear into the well-lit room, you commanded your Alexa to play your go-to “getting ready” song, “Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat).” The second the opening beat dropped, you bobbed your head to the tune, even swaying your hips as you jammed out.

One by one, your lounge clothes dropped to the floor and soon replaced with your jaw-dropping outfit. You smoothed out any wrinkles that your eye instantly locked on before switching focus to your makeup.

Now, this might not be an easy task compared to picking out your current outfit. Any look would pair well with your fashion statement. You could go for a “girl next door” look, but did you really want to portray an innocent person tonight, especially with drinks involved? Probably not.

Suddenly, a short gasp exited your lips as you grabbed all the necessary components for your femme fatale look. Your outfit almost reminded you of the main heroine in a 1940s movie.

“Okay, let’s see how red I can get my lips this time.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Myungjun wasn’t exactly having the time of his life. He remained still as a statue, staring blankly at his closet. Did he genuinely want to go out tonight? Part of him firmly believed that he only agreed to drink his sorrows away and forget about this girl that ghosted him a few weeks back. That was always his problem—he had the tendency to develop an infatuation before the girl does. It was honestly quite pathetic.

Just as he was a step away from backing out from the hangout, a high-tone pitch echoed throughout Myungjun’s condo.

With a curious expression, Myungjun shuffled his feet towards his phone, taking it off the charger. His brows perked up as he saw that he received a text message from Jinwoo.

“Huh. Maybe Jinwoo wants to back out.” He wishfully thought, unlocking his phone to read the message. It said,

“Hey man, I’m going to be a few minutes late, so you can get a head start on our little drinking competition!”

Nodding his head, Myungjun hit the message box. Just as he was about to type out his reply, a photo appeared. The image contained a person, who looked to be female, and to his dismay, her head was cropped out.

“Okay?” He thought, typing out his reply and asking his friend why he received a picture of a woman with excellent taste in clothing. Then, for laughs, Myungjun added, “Is that what you’re wearing, JinJin? I didn’t peg you as the type to wear a frilly blouse.”

Not even a minute later, the playful fellow received a response,

“Fuck you, MJ! And to answer your serious question, if you see this girl, can you politely let her know that Eun Byeol is also running late. Apparently, that lady is a college friend of Byeolie, and they coincidentally also wanted to meet at the bar we’re going to. Cool? Thanks!”

Slightly shaking his head, Myungjun replied with a thumb’s up emoji before locking his phone.

“Well, I guess you can’t back out now,” He muttered, opening his closet doors and revealing a wide array of clothing, coming in every color known to man. “What did that old man suggest earlier? Oh! Purple, cream-tan, and black pull-over!” Then, a sudden pause filled the air, “That was oddly specific of him to suggest…” He realized, thinking back to their conversation at work. Yet he merely shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it except his friend perhaps wanted him to look good just in case he’d were to meet his Miss Right.

“Alright, MJ. Pick up the pace. We don’t want the pretty lady waiting too long, do we?”

Sadly, that happened, and to put it frankly, you were pissed off at Eun Byeol for making you awkwardly wait for what seemed like forever. Granted, it was only an hour that you waited for her, but that was beside the point.

Nope. The long wait time was not the sole reason behind your agitation. Nuh-uh. It was the fact that your oh-so-dear-friend failed to mention that every couple known to man appeared at the bar tonight. Thus, resulted in you nervously sitting alone at the bar, running the tip of your finger against the rim of your whiskey sour. You then gulped down the last remaining sips before almost slamming it on the counter. With a sour expression, you held up one finger and politely asked for another glass. Just as you mumbled a quick thanks, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

Instead of giving the “drunken” stranger, more than likely looking for a one-night stand, you wave the person away, citing that you were already waiting for someone.

“I mean, from the looks of it, I don’t think your friend is coming.” pointed out the stranger, with an unusual high-pitch voice. Though, to give the person the benefit of the doubt, you were used to deep, manly voices. This unknown bystander’s voice was honestly a breath of fresh air.

Reaching for your second glass of the evening, you swiveled in your seat, coming face-to-face with the stranger. But the moment your eyes landed on him, you felt your jaw drop slightly, forming a tiny “o.” Holy crap, this guy is incredibly gorgeous.

Quickly snapping out of your gaze, you cleared your throat.

“I’m sorry? I. Um. What do you mean my friend is not coming?”

“Just that. I mean, originally, I was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago and give you a heads up that Eun Byeol was running late. Still, I lost track of time getting ready to meet my friend here. However…” he trailed on, looking around. He, too, noticed all the couples chatting it up everywhere and anywhere in the bar that evening. “I’m starting to think that we were set up on a blind date.”

You softly giggled, “Yeah, I’m getting that hunch as well...I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You replied, unknowingly disregarding the fact that Myungjun mentioned your best friend’s name.

“Oh! I’m Kim Myungjun, but my friends call me MJ,” Then he playfully winked at you, flashing a bright smile, “I can’t forget pretty girls, like yourself, as well.”

You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief, “Well, I’ll think about it, but thank you for that disclaimer. Also, you can call me ____.”

“What? No playful yet flirtatious tactic like me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. The night is still young, MJ.”

Hearing his nickname slip past your innocent lips, Myungjun couldn’t help but raise a brow with an interested gleam in his eyes. One corner of his mouth curved upwards as he observed your body language. He silently hoped for your non-verbal cues would give him the “okay” to continue his flirting. When he didn’t see any signs of uncomfortableness radiating off you, he took that as the first and ‒ hopefully ‒ of many positive reactions he’d gained from you throughout the evening.

Clearing his throat, the suddenly nervous young man glanced around the busy establishment, looking for a vacant booth for the two of you to occupy. Lucky must be on his side as his focused gaze immediately locked on an empty stall in the far right corner. With pursed lips, he swiftly analyzed the location and the atmosphere that surrounded it. Myungjun noted how dimly lit that corner was. With the added candles, that location had this romantic aura swarming it and those who sat in that spot.

It was perfect for this sudden blind date.

“So, would you like to sit over there?” asked Myungjun, pointing towards the only empty booth.

You followed his finger and landed on the isolated corner that screamed passion. Instantly, your eyes widened as your heart rapidly drummed against your chest. Oh, you weren’t prepared for this, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel this unexplainable excitement and giddiness. A few emotions that you hadn’t felt in a long time—not since your relationship with Seokjin. Yet to be quite honest, you didn’t feel scared. In fact, you were ready to take that plunge into the deep romantic ocean. You weren’t worried about drowning or hitting a bunch of jagged rocks. You just wanted to take that leap of faith and, perhaps, maybe Myungjun would catch you.

With a long, drawn-out breath, you steadied your racing heart before answering him,

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

In return, Myungjun greeted with his signature thousand-watt smile, resulting in this warm sensation creeping on your pale cheeks.

“Positive reaction number 2.” He silently cheered as he abruptly held out his hand, hoping you’d take it. “After you, m’lady,” said Myungjun with a hint of playfulness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, slightly shaking your head in the process.

“Why, thank you, my kind sir.” You played along, gently grasping his hand and curling your fingers around his. The second you did that, this unspeakable spark shot through both of your arms, surging through your entire body. What made that reaction spectacular was that he interlaced your fingers together as he softly smiled with a genuine warm expression written all over his handsome face. With that smile alone, all recent thoughts about Seokjin and any doubts caused by your former relationship evaporated into thin air. Now, it was just you and Myungjun.

You took a mental note to thank Eun Byeol for setting up this blind date as you guided your bodies towards the booth. Naturally, you picked up the pace as you didn’t want anyone else to steal that perfect spot meant for the both of you.

Little by little, you pushed through the sea of people, swiftly closing the gap between your bodies and the table.

“Which side do you want?” You politely asked as you couldn’t help but notice a defeated couple look for somewhere else to sit. Huh. Perfect timing on your part.

Myungjun softly tapped his chin with his free hand as this faint hum emitted from his lips. Then, a bold idea appeared in his mind. Depending on how you’d answer, he could either make incredible progress or back to square one with you. Well, it was time to find out.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t I sit right next to you? You know so that you can hear me better, especially with how noisy it is right now.”

A tiny squeal escaped your lips as your eyes went round. Your face flushed from Myungjun’s boldness.

“Okay, ____. You need to form a string of coherent words.” You chastised yourself, feeling a tad foolish that you’re this nervous to the point that you can’t even form a simple sentence. “You can do it. All you need to say is, “Sure. You can sit next to me.” Is that so damn hard?” You mumbled to yourself—or so you thought.

“Um. I don’t know, sweetheart. Is it tough to say that you want to sit next to me?”

“Uh...no?”

“Really? You don’t sound so sure of yourself.”

“I mean, yes, we should sit right next to each other.”

You nervously chuckled as you entered the booth, placing your drink on the edge of the table just before shuffling towards the middle of the table with Myungjun following after. You then kindly ask him if he could slide your almost finished Whiskey Sour to you, which he did but not without some playful quips towards you. He teased you for acting like a nervous wreck, blaming the fact that you probably had one too many drinks already. You argued back, stating that you only had two drinks and that it was all his fault for making you this worked up.

Myungjun chuckled in response but soon, that boyish grin vanished from his face and was replaced with a scheming yet charming smirk. What was he planning? And as soon as you parted your sweet lips, Myungjun’s face was inches away from yours. One wrong you move and the two of you would lock lips right then and there. That’s how close you were to each other.

“Oh? So, it’s my fault, then how are you feeling now?” He whispered. His warm breath fanned your cheeks as his gaze darted between your doe-like stare and your apple-red lips. “Am I making you extremely worked up—”

“Hold up! That’s not how our first date went, MJ.” You say, interrupting your boyfriend’s somewhat exaggerated story. You’re almost sure that he’s currently telling a rendition of what he wishes occurred on your first date.

Myungjun scoffs, putting on the theatrics, clearly finding your words offensive.

“It is so! I distinctly remember you had two drinks that evening; hence, you becoming a blushing mess around me. Ooh! You can’t forget the fact that you wanted to kiss me as well.” He argues, acting like a child debating who’s the better superhero, Superman or Batman, with a school friend. You don’t know how you’ve managed to last an entire year with this dramatic fool.

“JinJin! Tell her how wrong she is!” Myungjun whines to his close friend and boyfriend of Eun Byeol.

You shoot Jinwoo a look, questioning why he’s even there on your anniversary date.

Jinwoo pauses, silently sipping his Coca-Cola as he still needs to drive home after he’s done hiding from his girlfriend, who he accidentally angered. A look of hesitation washes over his face as the poor fella absolutely does not want to get in the middle of your guys’ argument. After all, Myungjun is the reason why he’s able to safely hide from his furious significant other. But also, that stupid pretty boy is the cause of his and Eun Byeol’s argument in the first place.

So…

“Well, first of all, you’re both misremembering your first date because it actually wasn’t a blind date. You two had met previously at mine and Eun Byeol’s housewarming party. Then, you two decided to start out as friends because,” Jinwoo points to you, “You're in a relationship with Seokjin. Myungjun was seeing some random chick that I’ve forgotten the name for her.” He stated, debunking the first part of your love story. Before continuing with his explanation, Jinwoo chugs the rest of his soda and holds up a finger, flagging down a waiter to order another glass of Coke.

“Alright, now where was I?” He releases a tiny burp as he continues his journey of stating the facts of your relationship, making Myungjun protest and whine.

Then, your dork of a boyfriend leans towards you, his lips hovering over your ear.

“Why did I let him tag along with us again?”

“Because you two are tighter than a clam’s ass. That’s how close you two are to one another. It’s quite freaky at times.”

Myungjun, being his dramatic self, gawked, stumbling over his words,

“W-what? Name one-time that JinJin was with us.”

“Last night.”

Suddenly, Myungjun’s face becomes blank. Checkmate.

“And another thing! I wasn’t even the one who convinced you to go out that evening! It was Eunwoo!”

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astrohawritings · 3 years

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Help, Araminta

∆ Fluff

∆ Sanha is badly injured

∆ First piece of Writing after a while (I've had exams and I've been trying to prepare for those) Apologies if it's not up to my usual standard!

∆ 1.3K words

∆ Sanha x Araminta (I gave MC a name, feel free to input your own!)

∆ I saw the prompt on Instagram originally, but it came from here!

Araminta lived in a house upon a mountain. Araminta walked with a slightly menacing stride. Araminta always made sure her face was fixed with a rather terrifying glare every time she went out, even to fetch the mail. Araminta was someone people avoided as much as they could. Araminta was someone who could make another shiver with fear by simply breathing in their direction.

Araminta was the villain.

Or so she was thought to be. The truth?

Araminta was a sweet woman with a heart of gold. She regularly took care of animals that ventured up the mountain to her home. Dogs, cats, goats, the odd horse, they were all welcomed with open arms by Araminta. But where Araminta succeeded with animals, she failed spectacularly with humans.

You see, Araminta was a lonely woman. But she preferred it that way. Since a child, she struggled with social anxiety, the thoughts of ' God, why did I do it that way' nagging at her mind every moment she was awake.

It didn't matter how long ago it'd happened, the thoughts drifted in and out as she fell asleep at night, and as she awoke in the morning's golden glow.

Which was part of the reason why, when one particularly uninteresting day, as the sun reached the edge of the sky, far above the mountain, Araminta thought of hiding from the source of the knock on her door. But her curiosity was stronger, as was her desire to interact with another person. So she fixed her face with her usual menacing glare and yanked the door open. Within a second of opening the heavy door, she gasped, reaching an arm out to wrap around the forearm of the person standing opposite her.

'...Didn't know where to go...' The man mumbled, tilting his head up slightly to look at the woman. He hissed sharply, before mumbling again, '...Can you help me..?'

The man closed his eyes tightly, face screwed up into a grimace. One arm was wrapped around his mid-section, as one would if they had a horrid stomach ache.

Araminta lead him to the couch she had been resting on moments prior. Helping him lay down, Araminta gave him a visual once-over.

Blood, both fresh and dried stained his arms and shirt which was torn in places. Small cuts and the early signs of bruises littered the tanned skin of his cheeks. The tinges of red surrounding his left eye told Araminta that he had likely been punched in the eye and that he would have one hell of a black eye the next day. With a soft sigh, Araminta pulled his stained shirt away from his chest, peeking at the wounds underneath. She quickly prepared a cotton swab with disinfectant, lifting the material and swiping it gently over the fresh wounds. She flinched at the hisses that escaped the young man, his jaw clenched tightly and hands in fists by his sides.

'Sorry~' She mumbled, glancing at the bloodied swab for a split second before setting it to the side and preparing another one, repeating her previous actions. She then ripped open a dressing and taped it over a laceration.

Her eyes flicked back and forth from her hands to the man's face to gage his reactions. 'So, Sanha,' she began softly, moving away to place the used materials into a rubbish bag. 'What in the good heavens happened for you to be carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey?'

Sanha chuckled between short breaths, grimacing at the pain that followed the sudden change in breathing. 'Just a little fight.'

'You're one of the best fighters in the village.' Araminta responded almost immediately. Despite her secluded living situation, she knew of Sanha's reputation.

Before he could respond, Araminta had begun to clean the wounds on his arms, dressing the ones that needed to be dressed. Sanha could only lay still, eyes shut tightly as if it would lower the level of pain spreading across his body. After what seemed like ages for Sanha, she stepped back, wiping her hands off with a wet wipe. Setting some painkillers down beside him, she set about cleaning up, putting the kit back into its place and tying the bag off and setting it aside. 'Okay. You can rest here for a bit. Do you plan to go back down the mountain this evening, or will you stay here?'

Sanha groaned softly, exhaling his answer. 'Can I stay tonight? I'd rather not aggravate my injuries again.'

Araminta nodded. 'I'll call the village and let them know you're here.' She picked up the bag and left the room, putting it by the back door and fetching a glass of water for Sanha. She set it down beside him, heading for the landline on a side table nearby. She sat down, punching in the number of the village's office.

'Hello, Mayor Lin's office. This is Mindy speaking, how may I help you?' The call was answered quickly, with a secretary confidently reciting the few lines. Araminta cleared her throat.

'Hello, this is Araminta speaking,' she paused as Mindy greeted her and asked how she was. 'Good, good. Listen, I'm calling to let you know that Sanha is in my house. He was very injured, but I've treated him. I'll send him back tomorrow.' Having passed the message on, Araminta said her good-byes and hung up, sinking back into the chair. She silently watched Sanha rest, not daring to disturb the quiet that had descended upon the room. For a moment, she thought he'd drifted off when..

'Araminta?' Came Sanha's deep voice. 'Are you still there?'

'Yeah,' She answered, shifting in her chair, leather creaking under her weight.

'Thank you. I was a little worried about annoying you, but I knew I wouldn't be able to make it home.'

'You're not annoying me. How come you were fighting up here? And why, if I may ask.'

'We didn't want to fight in the village. We'd get in trouble, I guess?' Sanha mumbled. 'And it wasn't anything much. This guy was just being disrespectful. I had enough.'

'Hm.' Came Araminta's reply. Silence settled over them again, and soon both fell asleep where they were.

Sanha awoke the next morning, to the almost blinding sunlight reflecting off the snow and into the living room. Araminta was in the kitchen, fixing something for Sanha to eat when he woke up. She walked back in, smiling faintly as she noticed he was awake.

Setting a plate down, she moved to sit down again. 'I've already eaten,' She spoke, almost sensing his concerns before he raised them. 'Eat up; I'm going to take you down to the village soon. It would help if you got your wounds properly treated.' Sanha nodded, doing as she said.

It wasn't long before Sanha was hobbling down the worn path bordered by lights, leaning heavily on Araminta's shoulder. She gently held his hand in one of hers, staring at the ground ahead, scanning for any dangers. The trip passed quickly, with no events and eventually, the voices of those living in the village filtered up the mountain. A few people were standing by the entrance to the path, chatting idly between them.

'Sanha!' One called, and Araminta recognised him as Junha, Sanha's older brother and an nurse in the hospital. She shifted Sanha's weight onto Junha's shoulder and smiled faintly, waving to him before turning to begin her trek back up the mountain. Sanha looked back, starting to say something, then deciding against it. As the two moved in separate directions, both knew that it would likely be a while before they met again, though it wasn't for lack of trying - well, on Sanha's part anyway. He knew that as soon as he was released from the ward, he'd trek up the mountain if only to tell Araminta that he was okay; to show how quickly he had healed.

With that in mind, he sped up his hobbled pace, wanting to get to the ward quicker, so that he could leave quicker. He knew that it wouldn't happen like that, but he didn't much care.

He had found that the villain wasn't so bad, and he wanted to know more. And, perhaps, one day, the rest of the village would know too.

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leehestia · 1 year

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“call me lover boy!” // hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader

pairing: hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader ft. mj who made a small irrelevant appearance lol

genre: hogwarts!au, fluff, humor, rivalry, angst(?)

warnings: lowercase intended, cheating (academic/sports), bets, pda, taking and sharing photos without consent

synopsis: y/n, a popular quidditch player, looses a bet with yoon sanha, and was conditioned to teach him how to properly play quidditch.

author notes: a tiny disclaimer, i'm not the hugest potter head so i don't really know about the school rules or whatever, but i just really liked the idea of hogwarts romance it's cute lol. i also wanted to try typing in lowercase bc why not 💀

author notes (2): sorry if it's really cringe 🧍‍♀️

…

“professor, you’ve got to be kidding!” you complain, as you try to catch up with your professor regarding your assignment for the care of magical creatures subject.

“well miss l/n, i’m not!” she laughs, before going into her office. you grunt, eyebrows furrowed.

you have one job. to take care of yoon sanha’s cat, while he had to take care of your owl. however, nothing can be trusted with that narcissistic ass.

…

“sanha, please. don’t mess this up. take very very goo-“

“good care of him, i know.” he groans.

“sanha i'm serious!"

"why can't you just trust me?" sanha pouts,

"because, remember the egg project during our 2nd year?" your arms crossed.

"but thats just an egg!"

"not only that project, the multiple papers i've entrusted to you for our projects all suddenly disappeared in your care!" you argue.

"what's happening here?" eunwoo, your senior butts in.

"eunwoo-hyung!" sanha's eyes lighten.

"sunbae!" you exclaim

you and sanha glare at each other.

"why are you two arguing?" eunwoo questions,

"because! this ass is so irresponsible!" "y/n says i'm too irresponsible!" you both say at the same time.

"what? explain one by one, please." eunwoo sighs.

"y/n-" "sanha has to take care of my owl but i really really really don't trust him!"

"yah!" sanha shouts, making you smirk.

"i have to say i'm on y/n's side here." moonbin, your other senior comes in as well.

"hey, don't take sides!" sanha grumbles.

"i think you guys should make a bet!" moonbin suggests, wrapping his arm over eunwoo's shoulder.

eunwoo tsks at moonbin, shaking his head.

"you're so obsessed with bets..." eunwoo sighs.

"yeah yeah, like you aren't too." moonbin laughs.

"what kind of bet?" sanha questions.

"sanha!" you push him, making him whine.

"why? i'm just interested!"

"how about, a bet where you guys take care of each others pet right? whoever gets the pet attached to them wins!" moonbin smiles.

"that isn't a good idea. you shouldn't tamper with the relationship of the student and their-"

"deal!" you and sanha cut off eunwoo.

moonbin laughs, looking at eunwoo's annoyed face.

...

It's been days, weeks, and eventually 3 months. and unfortunately,

"HAHAHAHA!" sanha cackled.

"you're kidding!" you groaned, watching your majestic owl flap it's wings on sanha's shoulder.

"i win y/n! now you gotta do what i want!" he giggled.

"you're literally 10, shut up." you said, walking towards him to take your owl.

it gladly went back to you, sanha pouted as it did.

"even if you see me as a 10 year old, a bet is a bet! 10 year olds can make bets you know!" sanha argued.

"fine. what do you want?"

"teach me how to play quidditch! i made a bet with rocky hyung who also totally sucks at quidditch." sanha smirked.

"you and your brothers must be extremely addicted to bets..." you sighed, sanha's eyebrows furrowing at the statement you made.

"that doesn't matter! just teach me how to play!" sanha stomped his feet, like a child.

"okay, okay..." you muttered, choking your attempt to not laugh.

"let's go!"

"right now?"

"yes, of course! the game's in 2 weeks!" sanha said, grabbing your hand.

...

"look, you know this is cheating, right? a student is not allowed to coach another student." you say, holding your broomstick tightly, another in your hand for sanha.

he nods his head.

"that's why, you must never, ever, ever, tell anyone... deal?"

"deal!" he said, bright smile plastered on his face.

a smile threatened to appear and break your poker face. you tried to stop yourself from smiling by handing the broomstick to the tall being. sanha gives a soft 'thank you', before taking it, with extra care.

"okay, so you know how to ride a broomstick at least, right? unless... you didn't listen during our first year." you looked at him, and he simply gave you a smile.

"you're kidding. hufflepuffs really suck at quidditch don't they?"

"not all hufflepuffs!"..... "well, i'll admit that 90% of us are horrible at the game, but at least we try!"

you laughed at his attempt to defend his house.

...

a week finally passes, another week left to go.

"y/n, i think i'll really really really beat you this time!" he says, determined.

"okay, lover boy."

"ew! what is that nickna-"

"i win." you said, pointing at the ball that was rapidly falling down.

"i- it's because you distracted me!" sanha said, blushing furiously.

"well, that's what minhyuk oppa will do during the game, is it not?" you laughed.

"yes..." sanha sighed, in defeat.

"okay, try again. this time don't be distracted, lover bo-"

"s-stop!!"

you simply laugh at his tomato face, until you throw the ball at sanha to start the game.

...

finally, a week has passed.

you sit down on one of the audience seats, waiting for sanha and rocky to appear.

"y/n!" someone calls from your left, making you look.

"oh my god! oppa!" you said, giddy, giving him a tight hug.

your long time crush, and senior, myungjun came. however, you've moved on from him a ling time ago since he has already graduated, and is working outside hogwarts. sanha was the only one who knew about your crush, accidentally after snooping in your diary for fun.

"i didn't know you'd be here, how come?" you asked him.

"eunwoo told me rocky and sanha would be having a small tournament. i wanted to watch the most horrible quidditch players i know play!" mj laughed.

you laughed with him, not noticing sanha floating in the air infront of you.

"uh... excuse me?" sanha looked at both of you with obvious jealousy.

"oh, sanha!" you said, walking towards him.

"y/n, it's about to start... i'm very nervous." he sighed.

"what do you want me to do about it?"

"it's kinda embarrassing..." he whispered.

"go on, i don't care."

"really?" he asked.

"mhm." you hummed in approval.

"call me lover boy." he said, in an extremely soft voice.

"what? come again?"

"call me lover boy!" he shouted, his iconic tomato face appearing.

"yah! not so loud!" you said, looking around, embarrassed, your seniors looking at the both of you weirdly.

awkward silence was filling the atmosphere, as your flustered self looked at sanha's red face.

"f-fine..." you grumbled.

anticipation filled sanha's heart, a smile slowly forming his face.

"good luck and do your best..." you said, "l-lover boy."

extremely blushed and flustered faces were plastered on both of you, until you suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

he looked at you, shocked, until a whistle blows along with the calls of his hyungs to start the game. he flies to start the game, leaving you.

...

the game finally ends, with rocky gaining the triumph.

you go down to visit sanha. who was currently sitting town.

"sanha, you okay?" you towered above him.

"yes? no... uh, i don't know?" he said, avoiding eye contact.

"god, i distracted you didn't i?" you frowned. "i shouldn't have kissed you..." you whined.

"oh no! i-it's totally fine..." he stuttered.

"b-but i admit, even though you were red and flustered like a tomato during the game, you still did great..." you complimented him.

"thanks..." he let out a shaky sigh, before standing up.

"ye-yeah?" you said, looking up at the tall figure that was now towering over you.

"y/n, these past few weeks, i've realized that you- you- you're-"

he paused, looking into your eyes.

"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AND I LIKE YOU!" he said, before running away screaming.

you blushed, hard. super hard. extremely hard. (Ayo?🤨)

"S-SANHA! WAIT UP!" you shouted before chasing after him.

...

you lost him. you couldn't find him, he's gone!

you asked everyone around if they'd seen him, unfortunately no one has.

"where did this dumb brick go?" you whispered to yourself, as you continued to look for him.

you arrived at the library, looking through every. single. isle.

you heard whispers coming from one of the isles, the whispers sounding like sanha's annoying voice which you liked so much.

you slowly walked to the isle, to find sanha with his hyung, jinjin.

"well you should've watched the game to see what happened!" sanha complained.

"so you just basically... ran away?" jinwoo teased him.

"yeah..."

"well, go back and find her you stupid boy!" jinjin scolded, pushing sanha to leave.

"o-okay..."

"i don't he'll be needing to find me." you popped out, smiling.

sanha froze when he saw you.

"come here sanha."

he looked at his hyung, scared.

"just go..." jinwoo rolled his eyes.

sanha walked to you, looking at your face to find any anger or any negative emotions in your expressions.

"why'd you run away?" you asked him.

"i... i just didn't want to be rejected."

"rejected? you didn't even get to hear my response!" you whispered in an annoyed tone.

"it's because, i realized that it was the extremely worst timing since m-hyung came back..." he pouted.

"yah! i'm totally totally over him!" you said, making sanha feel relieved.

"why would i kiss your cheek if i didn't like you?" you mumbled.

"y-you like me?" sanha's eyes widened.

"yes, for a while now... most of the time i just act annoyed with you because of the task, but i promise you, i'm actually super duper in love with you." you explained.

sanha was flabbergasted, he didn't know what to say. at all.

"oh... okay." he breathed.

"so?"

"oh... okay." he said once again, making you laugh.

you looked into his eyes, before going on your tiptoes, grabbing sanha's nape to make him bend down more.

you connect your lips with his, for a short second, before pulling away.

"oh." said sanha.

"is oh your favorite word now?" you giggled, still on your tiptoes, arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"i... i don't know." he smiled, before kissing you again.

*click*

you broke the kiss to see where that noise came from, only to see jinwoo taking photos with his phone.

"s-sunbae!"

...

End lol

...

Lil extra story in the gc:

dongwoo: look what me and minhyuk saw todayㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

dongwoo: *photo of you kissing sanha on the cheek*

jinjin: that can't compare to what i saw at the library today 🤮

bin: why? what is it?

dongwoo: you should've went to the game bin!

jinjin: *photo of y'all kissing LMFAOO*

bin: NO WAY

locky: wow sanha got the real win right there ㅋㅋㅋ

mj: replied to eunwoo; i literally saw that in front of my face, please. 😭

mj: replied to jinjin; wow our maknae has finally grown!

sanha: yah! why are you taking pics of me an y/n now :(

bin: of course, we're happy to see our maknae grow ㅋㅋㅋ

sanha: once y/n finds out about this, you're all dead meat.

dongwoo: please, i raised her.

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arietaurumini · 4 years

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You’re Precious → Kim Myungjun

anonymous asked: Hiii... I saw your post about "astro reactions" can I request something 😖😖 can you please make reaction of MJ found out that you're depressed and hurting yourself ?? I know it is sensitive topic.. but I.. for the past month I felt so depressed.. I just want imagine if MJ help me solve my problems :)) Thank you in advance... have a nice day xx

Requsted.

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Trigger Warning, Depression & Self-harm. *Read at your own risk.*

Genre: Angst.

I came back from a very tiring day and faced the same scene at home, yet again my parents were arguing. It’s not the first time it’s a routine now. I wish they would stop arguing together. I’m done, I’m beyond done with them. They didn’t even notice me entering the house. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. We were fine at the past, a small beautiful family. I don’t know what happened to us to them. They worked all the time and once they are home they let out their anger at each other.

I don’t have any friends at school, my grades are getting worse. I don’t love myself how can i even love myself? I just know how to hate myself , how to hurt myself. I was getting sick and tired of everything i sat on my bed hopeless about my parents, about the friends that I’m not lucky to have, about my school, about my mental health. I’m hopeless about myself. I’m hurt, I’m always hurting but why can’t I get used to the pain? Tears started forming in my eyes. I closed my eyes and my ears and tried to ignore the cruel world.

I grabbed the pen knife, I brought the blade to my wrist and pressed it against my skin, all I saw was blood covering my wrist. One cut, two cuts, then I lose count. I stopped when I saw a message from Myungjun, my boyfriend, telling me he is going to enter from the window. Since I have strict parents, I’m not allowed to have boys in the house so that’s our way to meet. I texted him not to but he had clipped already,I put a jacket on to cover my wrist.

“Hey babe,” He said and kissed me then he noticed my face and my tears. “What happened?” He asked worriedly and I told him about my parents.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know that’s a lot to you.” I nodded and he hugged me tightly, hurting my injured wrist in the process. “Ouch.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asked pulling away and I held my wrist shaking my head no. “No,” I replied. He looked skeptically, “Why are you holding your wrist?” He asked and I can already tell that he knows what I did.

“N-nothing.” I said and he sighed and I could see the hurt in his eyes as he softly said, “Show me your wrist, Y/N.” I silently showed him my wrist, he grabbed it while looking at the cuts.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed and I cried. “Why did you do that again? You promised me you will cut this habit..” He said softly and I just kept on crying.

“Come here.” He said and hugged me while crying. He stayed silent in my hug, hearing him cry broke my heart into million pieces.

“Myungjun..” I said but he cut me off.

“I don’t wanna lose you Y/N.. I can’t.” He sighed. “You’re not hurting yourself by doing that, you’re hurting me by being depressed and hurting yourself. I don’t wanna lose you, I cannot even imagine my life without you. You’re my person, my home, my world and my everything. I know what’s going in your life and I promised you to be there for you. You’re perfect Y/N, you’re out of this world, you mean a lot to me, I love you so much.” He said and I held tightly onto him.

“I love you too, you’re too good for me.” I told him. “Don’t say that please, you don’t know how precious you are.” He said and kissed me passionately and I kissed him back with the same passion.

We lied on the bed cuddling. He deserved the world and I’ll give it to him if I could. I don’t need any friends, I don’t need my family. I need him, only him and I’m going to be better for him.

- Written by Joubelle 🦋 Hope you like it.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years

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Devour;; KMJ

Word Count;; .8k

Genre;; Smut

Pairing;; Myungjun x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

It was meant to be a night shared between the two of you, just the two of you, but Myungjun's stuck on a call. You take matters into your own hands - rather literally.

Warnings;;

Light smut, exhibition a little?, light masturbation (fem), dom/sub dynamics

Request;;

Hi 👋🏻 I saw your post announcement about making drabble :) Can you please make drabble for Astro Mj with the prompt: "Bite your lip once more, I dare you" and "what you gonna about it, stud?" It's so hard to find Mj smut story tbh :( And I really wanna see it bcs he sunshine but I know he has some dark side. Thank you. Have a good day <3

Notes;;

I had another request that had the “bite your lip...” prompt so I tweaked this one just a little. I hope you still like it!

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With a sigh, you looked around the hotel room. Dusk painted the walls in deepening oranges and yellows. White sheets crumpled as you shifted, crawling up the bed until your back pressed against the headboard. There was a chill in the air courtesy of the ajar balcony door so you covered your bare shoulder with the sleeve of your silk robe that had slipped down to your elbow.

Myungjun was still on the same call he had been on for the past twenty minutes. Here and there he would check on you with a quick glance, all the while smiling that contagious smile of his before leaning back against the balcony railing, but it had been a hot minute since he had acknowledged you.

Impatience gnawed away at your obedience, slowly ebbing it down until you found yourself slipping out of the tangle of sheets that once promised relief. Sexual tension still hung heavy around you and you followed your desire, eager to have his touch return to your burning skin.

Once you reached the glass barrier separating you from Myungjun, you hesitated. You didn't want to interrupt his call, but you had booked the room to spend time together free of all other distractions and he seemed rather distracted from you right now. That simple fact caused a small pout to break out across your face.

He looked back just as you lifted your hand to knock so you instead pulled the door shut, earning a confused look from your partner. With the sole desire to have his attention on you and only you, you let your arm fall back to your side. As it fell (and with the help of a little shimmy of your shoulders), your robe followed. Slipping down the smooth expanse of your body, it pooled around your feet.

Myungjun's line of sight also followed.

When his gaze travelled back up, taking pause to observe the shape of your body now that you were bare of all clothing before him, his eyes burned bright. Despite not being able to hear him, you saw the way the words stumbled from his lips as he responded to his call, nodding in agreement to whatever so-called important business he had prioritised over you.

There would be consequences for breaking the rules, for leaving the bed when he had told you to wait and for touching yourself without him, but in that moment you didn't quite care. Not when your body ached for him to finish what he had started, having left you high and dry on the edge of an orgasm to answer his damn phone.

One of your hands squeezed your breast, pinching the nipple and kneading the skin a bit rougher than you typically did, while the other traced patterns up and down your thigh. It tickled, the sensation sending a shiver through your body. A soft moan bubbled up in your throat and you made sure to exaggerate the way your mouth fell open, empathising your pleasure in gestures rather than with sound.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you trailed your dancing fingers toward your clit. You didn't need to see him to know that his eyes remained glued to your form. When you began to rub circles on the sensitive bud, your knees shook. Excitement trembled deep within every joint of your body. Being watched sent electricity jolting through you, the thought alone fast returning you to the precipice of your high.

A deep vibration broke the silence of the room and your eyes snapped open. Gentle buzzing from atop the nightstand caught your attention and you reluctantly abandoned your little show in favour of checking what was no doubt a text from Myungjun. Your phone's screen illuminated the darkness that had descended since your tease had begun and artificial light crept up the length of your body the closer you approached the source.

In the time it took you to collect the device, the balcony door slid open. A cold breeze caressed your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake before the chill of the night's air was once again trapped outside. You chuckled to yourself when you read the message:

Keep going, I dare you

"What are you going to do about it, stud?" you called out, dropping the phone back down and swivelling on your heels.

His hands were on you before you had a chance to find your balance and he pulled you into his embrace, his toned arms wrapping around your waist. While his jacket had long since been abandoned, the soft cashmere of his shirt tickled your skin as he slid down your body inch by inch, placing chaste kisses along the way. Without you realising, he had transitioned you from the nightstand to the bed and you soon found yourself tumbling back into the sheets.

"Sweetie," he said, honey dripping from the lips now hovering above your cunt. The words teased your anticipating heat with each exhale and you bit your lip to hold back a gasp. Every ounce of desire ignited within you. Your body quivered just from his proximity, let alone the anticipation of his punishment.

"I'm going to devour you."

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agustdef · 4 years

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Pairing: MJ x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship; Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning: Brief and vague mention of sex and cheating. It’s mentioned, it doesn’t happen. Nor is it suggestive.

Rating: PG-13

Author’s Note: This fic was written for the ever so sweet and lovely @jinterlude‘s birthday. I wish I could do something longer, but I’m also very happy to be able to give you this specific concept for a story. You are one of the greatest humans I’ll ever know and I hope you have the best day that you can.

MJ had always been a quirky dork. The man was all over the place and would do the weirdest things at the weirdest times. It was chaotic, but also adorable and YN wouldn’t change his way of being even if she could. And it’s why she tried not to question it much when he started to ask her random questions and then change the subject or disappear altogether.

That didn’t stop her from being curious each time it happened though.

The first incident was when they were sat down in their shared apartment eating dinner. One second MJ was shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate - one that made her worried he would choke on it - and the next he was staring at her so intensely she was a tad uncomfortable. Of course, YN ignored it for a while hoping he’d stop or say something but when two minutes passed she grew mildly annoyed.

“What?” she asked, looking up from her plate.

Instead of the usual smirk that played on his lips once he successfully annoyed her there were pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He continued not speaking for a moment or two and then when he did it wasn’t what she expected.

“A or B?” he asked.

YN sat there confused, but when there was no follow up and his serious expression didn’t waver she responded.

“Uh… B.”

At that MJ nodded and went back to eating his dinner. YN perplexed opened her mouth to question it, but he looked so into inhaling the rest of his dinner that she left it alone. Well, that and she knew that he would break sooner rather than later on what that was about.

Or that was what she assumed would happen.

For the rest of the night MJ said nothing and acted like it was a normal evening. They cleaned the dishes together, got ready for sleep, and spent the evening cuddled in bed watching some random show that happened to be on when they got into bed most nights. Neither were that invested, but also invested enough to be sad when they missed an episode because they’d gotten into bed too late or fell asleep too early.

The usual routine is what made her forget about the question until another incident happened.

About a week later MJ called her while she was at work and usually that was a highlight of her day, especially when they day had been tiring. But there was no small talk, nor did he try his usual mood maker tactics on her.

He said four words.

“1, 2, or 3?”

Midway through a greeting YN paused and her brows furrowed in confusion. Why in the world had he asked her that and why was it the second time? What could he possibly be having her choose?

However, none of those questions could be asked aloud before he was speaking again.

“Kinda urgent, my sun. Which one?”

The pet name got her out of her head and helped brighten her day for a moment, which meant she could answer him.

“Hm… I wanted to say 1, but how about 3?”

There was a soft laugh from the other side of the phone and it was music to her ears. MJ’s laughs were infectious, especially when they were the loud ones, but something about his gentler ones just sparked joy inside of her. They were just so cute.

“Thank you, my sun. I love you. And don’t forget we’re doing movie night tonight,” he said.

“I love you too. Also, I didn’t and don’t think I don’t remember you saying that I could take your turn on choosing this time.”

There was a horrible attempt at the phone cutting out from his end that she rolled her eyes at.

“I’m sor- I ca- hear you. I’ll ta- to y-y-you later. Bye!”

That left YN with something to laugh about for the rest of the day, especially when things felt like they were a bit too much for her. But questions lingered in the back of her head for longer than they had the last time.

Naturally, she forgot over time or for the most part she did. But that was only because MJ was being extra weird outside of the questions. He still asked them at random times, even having their friend Jinwoo ask her once and going so far as to add the question onto the card for the flowers he’d sent her one day at work.

But her true focus was the secretiveness that went along with it. Outside of the questions he was obviously hiding something from her. She trusted him so she knew it wasn’t cheating - plus he was never gone enough for that to be a thing. And that man was not a fan of quickies so there was no way he had them at work or between work hours. There was also the fact that one of his friends always was near when he was heading out and she definitely knew that wasn’t happening since they preferred to love MJ from a distance. Plus a few were her friends first and they’d never betray her like that.

And with that off the table that meant she was left scrambling for something or anything to explain what was going on. All she could think of is it being some sort of surprise for her, but her mind kept glossing over the one possibility. Not once did she think of it, not even to dismiss it as an option.

It worked in MJ’s favor though because on the day he asked her out to dinner for the following evening she was still none the wiser. All her focus seemed to be on the joy of going to a restaurant they hadn’t in a while and not needing to dress extra fancy to do so. His job held a lot of work dinners and she came as his date most of the time, which meant so much dressing up when she just wanted to relax at home or with friends.

When venturing to the best kimchi stew place with the best view she didn’t mind it. That meant she slipped on a pair of jeans, wore a cute top, and could wear any non-heels in her possession. Once ready to go she met MJ out in the car where she got to see his outfit for the first time all day. It was casual, but something about it was a bit more put together and intentionally stylish. She didn’t think to say anything though because it wasn’t rare that he did it; plus, she was against adding something as little as that to her pile of suspicion.

Besides, she planned to ask him about it during their date.

They bided the time in the car talking about their week and the ridiculous thing Sanha had done the day before and how Eunwoo had seemed ready to kill him. Which meant the week went about how it normally did, because Eunwoo often looked ready to just unload on his chaotic friend group. The poor bean was perpetually stressed out and done with all of them.

Something that YN and everyone found hilarious. Though sometimes she took mercy on him and got them in line, especially when they grated on her nerves as well.

Upon arrival they pulled into a spot and walked into the building, being directed to their favorite seats immediately. Both were such frequent customers that they knew the staff by name and vice versa. Everyone knew what they liked and did their best to accommodate them because they all got along so well. It was a nice space to be.

Once in their seats YN’s eyes drifted to the window next to them. Through it you could see the cityscape. The buildings high, the lights bright, and the people and cars moving about. It was peaceful despite the inherent busyness and chaos that came with living in a city. At some point in life she may have enjoyed the quiet of a smaller town or a suburb, but she would never change out of the city for that. At least not with the way she lived her life in that moment. Maybe when she and MJ were married with kids to raise would she wish for a change of pace.

“You going to stare out the window all night? I’m sure my face is just as beautiful,” MJ teased.

YN made a fake gagging noise and then laughed.

“That was so cheesy,” she said.

“I know. Speaking of, are we getting the usual?”

“Of course.”

And just like magic their waiter, Hyuk, strolled over to take their order. There was some light small talk before he was off putting the order in, though YN was sure they started it the moment they walked through the door. They never changed it unless they added another item on as some sort of side, so there was no need to guess or wait for them to come to a decision.

As they waited they talked about anything and everything, well anything that was light. They’d swerved into the topic of a case the YN worked that was particularly hard and when MJ saw how much it took out of her to speak about it he changed the subject. However, he kept the focus on her and a story she had to tell. Something he’d explained to her once as a way to get off a not great conversation, but still letting her know that he was there to listen to whatever she wanted to tell him.

“I think you should do pink,” he said.

“Pink? You think I should dye my hair pink?” she asked incredulously.

MJ nodded, pausing as Hyuk sat their stew, side dishes, and drinks down before leaving.

“Yeah, pink would suit you well. We can even dye it together if you want. Hot pink.”

No response felt right for YN so she just left him sitting there with his ridiculous idea and grabbed her spoon to gather a bit of the broth to drink. Even when he did that dork eyebrow wiggle she ignored him, motioning for him to eat his food. After a few seconds he did, though there was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place. It wasn’t the earlier mischief, but it did indicate he was up to something.

She would’ve said something right then and there, but the taste of the stew had her releasing an involuntary moan as she did. The taste was just so perfect and she was much hungrier than she assumed, so the thought of talking was over before it truly started.

And they remained like that. Eating wasn’t a talkative affair, so the silence was fine. Well, silence with the occasional whisper of how they loved the food so much and would do anything for it.

They were both weird.

Dinner finished quickly enough and the moment the dishes were collected they were replaced with their usual bingsu. It was chocolate oreo and way too sweet, but also way too good. They didn’t have it every time or at least that was the lie YN liked to tell herself so she could validate getting it the next time they came.

The lie had no one fooled.

While YN dug in almost immediately MJ did not and when she didn’t notice his spoon fighting to steal her scoop she looked up. Surprisingly, MJ wasn’t there and that confused her, until she turned her head and saw him down on one knee with an open ring box in his hand. He wore a bright smile and the joy in his eyes matched it.

“I’ve been asking you a million random this or that questions for weeks now trying to figure out how to do this. You’ve helped me with so many decisions, but in the end of it all they didn’t feel right. So, with the last thing I asked you helped me realize that this was best. That I wanted to ask you to marry me, to be my wife in a place we both love with a view that very few places could beat. YN, my sun, I love you with my entire being. And I know my personality can be a lot sometimes, but you love all sides of me regardless of how you sometimes lock me out of the bedroom for peace. Or make me go to JinJin’s. And I love you the same way. So, if you don’t mind I’d like to ask one more question. Yes or no?”

YN felt her stomach churn and her heart beat erratically. There was just so much joy inside of her that her body didn’t know how to handle it and she felt a little overwhelmed, but in the best possible way. The man she loved and who she’d spoken to about their future life proposed to her in one of her favorite places and included her in the entire process. Even if she didn’t know about it.

“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky.

And without another word MJ slipped the ring onto her finger and stood up, pulling her into a tight embrace. They laughed and they cried throughout the night. Both of them on cloud nine.

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