#lee seunghyub fluff

[slytherinshua]

REALLY? IN A CAFE?

genre. fluff. warnings. seunghyub is so down bad. pairing. seunghyub x fem!reader. wc. 644. request. requested by @blue-jisungs for the 1500 follower event here!! a/n. so this went a little longer than it was supposed to WHOOPS but likeeee i got so excited to be writing for seunghyub and just n.flying in general I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ITS DEVASTATING?? also i rly love how this turned out

As Seunghyub watched you order, eyes practically sparkling with joy at the thought of eating, there was only one thought that crossed his mind. Well, not really crossed, more like trampled and stomped and plagued like some sort of disease. But it wasn’t unwelcome— or maybe it was, since the nervousness and butterflies and embarrassing heat that crept up to his ears were all side effects of it.

He wants to marry you.

He didn't just want to, he needed to. He’s planned the proposal about a million or more times in his head and even wrote down some bad cheesy speeches about how much he loves you and how he wouldn’t be able to live without you. At this point, the only thing stopping him is his own nerves. He knew he would stumble over his words and probably cry. Just the thought of going down on one knee and asking you that question had his heart racing uncomfortably in his chest.

“—and one caramel latte. That’s all!” You turned back to Seunghyub and he had to avert his gaze to the window before you could notice how much he had been staring. But as soon as he heard giggles escape from your mouth, he knew he’d been caught.

“Baby, your ears are so red!” 

You pointing it out was enough to make him shrink a little in his chair out of embarrassment, and not just his ears, but his entire face coloured a deeper shade of crimson.

Worst of all, he noticed that you had gotten up from your chair and walked over to him. Your hands cupped his cheek, and before he could even ask you anything, you’d placed a kiss on his nose. You pulled away just to press another one to his forehead amidst light laughter.

He almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was so unbelievably in love with you that it was slowly driving him insane— and all he could imagine in that moment is you delivering those same kisses but with a ring on your finger. He could imagine waking up next to you and being able to call you his wife. He knew that you would adore calling him your husband just as much as he would go crazy over hearing you say it.

Everything felt so light in the seconds after you kissed his face. The nervousness went away, and so did the racing of his heart. Even the weight of the ring box in his back pocket didn’t feel heavy anymore. 

Seunghyub knew it wasn’t the best moment to do it. He knew he also might regret it later— not that he had been planning anything big, but just that doing it in a small cafe wasn’t the most private of places.

But he simply couldn’t wait any longer. Every single cell in his body was buzzing, and before his brain could think better of it, he was pulling the ring box out from his back pocket and letting the 4 words slip from his mouth as you still cupped his face.

You were shocked to say the least when one second you were cooing over your boyfriend’s blushy face and the next second he was asking you to marry him. You weren’t quite sure what spurred him on, not that you cared in the moment. You were agreeing without hesitation as soon as you heard the question, elation filling up your entire body.

You would have prodded him about why he chose to propose at that moment, but as soon as he had finished slipping the ring on your finger and pressing his lips to yours, the food you had ordered was ready. You had no choice but to slide back to your seat, tossing your fiancé a look that he knew meant he would definitely be getting some questions about this later.

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[be-your-fantasy]

~ Blossoms ~

Reader x Seunghyub N.Flying (couple) Genre: Suggestive fluffy time <3 Summary: Spring is here and a picnic date among the blossoms it just what you and your boyfriend Seunghyub need. Warnings: None Word Count: 586 Requested <3 ~ Spring finally felt like it had arrived as the temperatures started to rise and the blossoms were in full bloom. You walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Seunghyub was just finishing packing the picnic blanket, you were wearing a new spring outfit he hadn’t seen yet. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open just a little bit, his precious Y/N looking amazing as always. “Waa, you look amazing my love.” His voice deeply resonated within his chest, his eyes wandering your figure as he took in your beauty. You brought your hands up to cover your blushing cheeks, this man knew just how to make you feel amazing. He chuckled at your shyness, he put the bag down that was in his hand and walked over to you, he put his hand on your wrists to pull your hands away and quickly placed a kiss on your burning cheeks. “Start that and we’ll never end up leaving the house today!” You said looking straight at the floor, too shy to match his gaze. “Would that be so bad?” He said with a devilish smirk on his face, his head cocked to one side as his hands travelled to your hips. “It’s so beautiful outside, there is always tonight.” You said as you stood on your tiptoes to place a quick peck on his cheek. You deftly ducked around him to start packing the rest of the picnic before he could protest. With a sight and a playful look he returned to his task of packing for the trip. The trees in the park near your shared home were gorgeous shades of pink and petals peppered the ground. You both found a lovely and quiet spot with a view of the pond, Seunghyub worked on setting up the blanket as you started to unpack lunch. After you both had finished lunch, he pulled you into his side as he sat next to you, his hand once again falling to your hip as you looked out over the water. His fingers went from tapping a familiar rhythm to growing more increasingly needy, grabbing at the soft flesh of your side sending shivers up your spine. Your cheeks started growing a more vibrant pink than the spring petals around you, Seunghyub was hungry for more than just lunch. He broke his gaze from the pond to look at your beautiful face, only to be met with you once again covering your cheeks. He placed his fingers delicately under your chin and brought your face up to meet his in a longing kiss as he pulled you in even tighter with his other arm. You immediately melted into his embrace, it was all building to be too much for you to take as you felt the heat between your legs rising. He slowly pulled his face away to look at yours, your eyes were half closed, your head in the clouds. “I think it’s time we head home, I don’t think I can wait until tonight.” He whispered into your ear with his impossibly deep voice, a soft smile painting his features, a stark contrast to the dark look in his eyes, you nodded your head softly in agreement. Seunghyub made quick work of packing up the picnic and walked back home with you tucked under his arm. 

All that could be seen in your apartment for the remainder of the afternoon was a trail of each others clothes leading to the bedroom door. ~ I hope you guys enjoyed! Have a lovely day! 🖤

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[yo-imnot-usingthis-bloganymore]

i thought you weren't supposed to kiss on the first date

seunghyub first date aesthetic for anonymous / @seunghyubswife

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[zerot0all]

Ecstasy | M

.SEUNGHYUB.

.

His lips seemed to cast shadows down your neck, inhaling your scent confidently. Memorizing every little aspect about you down to a tee. Your body, his canvas, his beautiful utopia in which he looses himself constantly in- you have become his every waking moment and he wanted more.

“Don’t leave princess , stay the night.” He groaned into your skin, his large hands gripping your flesh so tenderly. Your thighs and hips were bruised up with his constant sucking and biting , it was only evident this would proceed. But you needed to leave...

“B-But i shouldn’t ,” You let out a breathy moan as his mouth began to descend, his tongue leaving a slick trail down your chest, abdomen and around your hip bone. He nipped at your skin, making you gasp suddenly. You could feel his warm breath fan over your panty covered paradise. The same one he visits as often as he can. The same one which dripped of excitement the longer his nose breathed in your intoxicating scent. His lips would push into your cunt , eliciting sudden whimpers of bliss.

Seunghyub was going to do everything in his power to convince you, make you change your mind like he always did. He was so good at doing so.

“What if I did... this,” He softly spoke into your soaked core, quickly moving the panty to the side and going to instantly sucking on your sensitive clit. After a night already full of orgasms , your body was sore. Your little nub throbbing with pain, as he took one long lick of your slit. You cried, your hands going to his hair and pulling slightly causing him to groan into you.

Who were you to protest a longer night full pleasure ?

“Fuck... I’m ... I can’t.” Your voice was weak the more he went to devour your pussy. His hands had pinned your hip down , enabling you to grind on his face. So you rocked as much as you could. Letting the pain mix with the pleasure as his mouth lighted a fire so hot within you.

It was raw.

It was addicting.

It was your ecstasy.

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[MS]

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[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

이승협, Lee Seunghyub

anonymous asked:

hello sweetheart! can i request a prompt from prompt list#2, 22 and 13 with Seunghyub from N.Flying if that possible of course?

Group: N.Flying (엔플라잉)

Member: Seunghyub

Prompt: “Have you lost your damn mind?”, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice”, “Kiss me”.

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The small restaurant you worked at wasn’t the most popular place in the world, and that was true enough. But a person who had spent any amount of time there knew that it was a special place, filled with scented candles, enchanting wall-art, addictive appetizers and pretty fantastic fresh-brewed coffee.

It was a place where artists came and drew on the walls as they pleased, leaving pieces of their passion behind on the pale surfaces. It was a place where students came to study in peace and laugh over good food. 

It was a place where businessmen came to wind down after a tiring day, and it was a place where the staff was more like family than anything else. It was a place where you worked—not because it was necessary—but because you genuinely liked it.    

That’s why it was always such a shame when people disrupted that calming environment. 

There were twelve regulars at that restaurant that you worked at. 

The three trainees from JYP that always came for breakfast and lunch. You didn’t know what they usually did for dinner, but you hoped that they ate well. They were nice boys with positive attitudes and a butt-load of talent. 

They’d given you a mini-concert before, just for practice. 

The woman who’d been going through a messy divorce, but stayed unbelievably strong for her kids. She talked about them so fondly, so you knew she would make it through all right. 

The grandma and grandpa that had been coming there every Tuesday since they got engaged there over forty years ago. Although that’d been before your time, they told you the story in such detail, it felt like you had seen it for yourself.

The stock manager with a sharp tongue, but kind eyes. He knew how to complain about the serving portions, but he also knew how to tip very well and always ask how your day had been.

The childhood friends that had moved from Incheon to study in Seoul. You just knew that they would end up together one day. It was the way that they looked at each other, filled with tenderness, distant adoration and a certain shy hesitance.  

The brother and sister that were trying to reconnect after being separated for a long time. They were still a little awkward with each other, but they were getting better every day. They’d even found a common interest in musical theater. 

And finally, the aptly named: Question Mark Man. 

You didn’t know much about him, but he’d always been interesting to you. His schedule was somewhat erratic, but he made sure to come in at least once a week. He always kept a low profile, had never told you his name, never made a big fuss about anything and always sketched on the wall in the far-back corner.

He’d been coming for about three months now.

He was tall, handsome, charming and a complete mystery. You didn’t even know what he’d been working on so diligently for the past three months. It looked like a person, but it was hard to tell who it was. He added a new piece every time that he came. 

The first day he came, he’d drawn a very rough outline. 

The second day, he added more detail to the body. 

The third day, someone had drawn over part of the arm, so he had shyly asked you to reserve that spot for him and only him. You’d accepted. 

The days went on, and the drawing only got more and more detailed. All he did now was hesitate to finish the face. He had started multiple times, but he’d always end up erasing it and starting again, insisting it was never quite right. 

“It has to be perfect,” he’d said one day.

You had chuckled at him. “Must be a pretty special drawing then, sir.” 

You’d studied him for quite some time now. Everything down to his bright eyes, skilled, lovely hands and heart-stealing smile. 

“You’re obsessed,” your co-worker had once told you. 

You had politely told her to go screw herself. “He just makes me curious,” you argued. “If I got to know him, he probably wouldn’t be my type.”

But today, there he was again, sitting in the far corner, drinking a cup of hot coffee. As always, he slaved over that drawing. 

“It looks like he’s actually making progress today,” you mentioned to your co-worker. 

She playfully smacked your arm. “Stop staring! You look like a psychopath.” 

“Wow,” you scoffed, though a smile played on your lips. “Rude.” 

She shrugged. “You know me.”

“Unfortunately,” you joked. You both laughed before parting ways. You focused yourself on the mundane task of rearranging the menus, trying your hardest to keep your attention off of the Question Mark Man. You didn’t want your friend’s prediction to come true. 

‘Suspected stalker’ certainly wouldn’t look very good on any future resumes. 

Your ears perked up hearing the familiar jingle of the rusty old bell that hung over the door. You looked up at the man that’d just entered. After being at this for a while, you had gotten to be a pretty decent judge of character, just based off of first impressions.

This guys didn’t give off a very good one. 

He was well-built and he wore ripped jeans, a shirt with slightly too deep of a V-neck, one-too-many earrings in one ear and a worn, leather jacket. His hair was brushed cleanly (rather nerdy-looking, compared to the rest of him) and you could see a book-bag hanging loosely off his shoulder, almost like he was trying too hard to be cool. 

First impressions could be totally wrong, and he still had the eyes of a kid, but something felt off about him. Not usually the type to come into this place. 

A highschool student playing hooky, perhaps? 

You shook it off, giving him a polite bow. “Good afternoon! Feel free to sit anywhere you like and I’ll be with you in a minute.” You recited the spiel perfectly, a pleasant smile on your face. 

The man—or more so, boy—gave you a once-over. “Will do,” he replied a smirk playing on his lips. 

You groaned internally. “Oh, great,” you grumbled under your breath. “This is gonna be fun.” You grabbed a menu, setting aside your uneasy thoughts.

The customer’s comfort always comes first. It was basically a law in the business of serving. 

“Hi,” you said, trying to sound as naturally friendly as possible. “Anything I can get you?” 

The boy propped his chin up against his palm. “Yeah, there is actually,” he answered smoothly. He gestured behind him. “You see those guys outside, waiting by the door?”

You glanced to the front window. Sure enough, there were four of five boys, similarly dressed, peering in through the window, seemingly making playful jabs at each other. “Yeah,” you said. “And what about them?” 

“Well, those are my friends,” he said, “and they dared me to come in here and kiss you.” 

You almost laughed. “I’m sorry—what? Could you repeat that?” 

“They dared me to kiss you,” he chuckled, giving a charming smile. “Crazy, right?” 

You nodded exaggeratedly. “Yeah, actually, it’s pretty crazy. Borderline disgusting.” 

His smile dropped a little. “That’s a little harsh.” He shook his head, trying to ignore the discreet insult. “So! Do you think you’ll help me? I actually have a lot of money riding on this. Not to mention, pride.” 

You gave a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I guess I’m just not in a very giving mood today. I don’t really feel like helping you save money. Or your pride, sir.”

He frowned. “What?”

You shrugged. “That’s just the way life goes, I guess. But! If you’d like, you can still order something and I’d be happy to get it for you—”

He stood up, grabbing your waist. “Oh, come on,” he said. “What do you have to lose?” The other boys could be seen hooting and hollering from outside. 

You pushed his hand away. You were done playing nice. “I’m sorry, sir, but you need to leave.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Listen here—” 

“She said it was time for you to go, I think.” 

You recognized that voice immediately. It was the same voice you’d been hearing once every week for the past three months, whenever he ordered his Americano and biscuit, or when you made pointless small-talk together.

You were so grateful for that voice. The voice of the Question Mark Man. 

You felt a warm hand wrap around your waist. You tried to jump away, but he held it firmly. Not in a threatening way, but protective. 

“You asked what she has to lose,” the familiar stranger began, “and I have an answer.” He flashed that signature smile. “Her boyfriend’s temper.” 

Your jaw dropped, as well as the boy’s. This was the kind of scenario you’d only seen in dramas, and now it was happening in real life. You weren’t quite sure if it was surreal, or insane. 

He leaned in close to your ear. “Kiss me,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened. “Are you out of your damn mind?” you hissed back in a hushed tone. “We don’t even know each other! Besides, he wouldn’t even buy that—”

He cut you off by placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, never once breaking eye-contact with the boy. 

Despite his brutish outward appearance, the boy flushed a bright red, slowly backing away towards the door. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered before running out. 

The mystery man chuckled, still so close to you that you could feel the vibrations. “I think he bought it okay,” he said, slipping his arms away from your waist. “Sorry I kinda had to man-handle you back there.” 

You were still dazed and confused, your eyebrows furrowed. “It’s... fine,” you finally settled on. “It’s fine. Why did you help me, though? You didn’t have to do that.” 

For a moment, he looked a little shy, shuffling his feet. “Well... I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” 

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. Your cheeks lit up immediately. “Oh my gosh,” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry about that. I swear I’m not—”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he interrupted with a small grin, “but I guess you haven’t seen the way I look at you.” 

You were left confused again. “Excuse me?” He gestured to the far back corner. Your eyes followed where his finger pointed, eyes widening in wonder.

He’d finished it. The three-month-awaited art piece was finally done. 

And it was you. 

At first, you wouldn’t believe it. That was far too pretty to be you, wasn’t it? The hair was too nice, the smile was too princess-like, the eyes were too emotional. That couldn’t be you...

Yet it was. 

You slowly looked back at him, flattered and shocked all at once. “Well, okay then,” you laughed. “To whom do I thank for the amazing likeness?” 

He gave a giddy smile. “Seunghyub,” he said. “Lee Seunghyub.”

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N.Flying is one of the most fun and extra groups I’ve ever had the pleasure of stanning, so writing our multi-talented leader in this type of setting was very different for me. Different, but fun. We all want a potato in shining armor, don’t we?

Hey, Anon! Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with it and I hope you love it a lot. Feel free to stop by anytime! 

#n.flying #lee seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying seunghyub #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst #for anon #i actually love it #like genuinely

[kdramaxoxo]

so sh**ting stars anon here again, i feel like they won't do a forced breakup but im not 100% sure. They will definitely have the public find out about their relationship and her getting hate but i dont think they will break up

I feel like these wacky storylines (which i love despite their ridiculousness) are spending that time so they wont need a breakup to fill the episodes

the side relationships are very fun so far but theres a secondary love triangle of sorts so be warned

also one of the actors is actually one of my favourite singers: lee seunghyub from n.flying

Thanks for all of this info anon!

I'm thinking I might restart it because the gifs all look very cute and I really really need fluff this month!

I personally don't hate triangles - I mostly think they are pointless because NO ONE thinks the lead is going to choose the secondary lead so it's like a little waste of time? But if it's the side plot anyways it's all good :)

It's so fun when someone you like starts acting in dramas isn't it? I've been following a couple people for years just to see what path their careers will take! I actually remember that drama "The Best Chicken" which your bb Lee Seunghyub was in a while back! I dropped it but still!

#sh**ting stars #kdrama #ask

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[yinxiong]

my crime (was loving you)

muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff

word count: 3575

warnings: none

summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.

notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3

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Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.

Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.

It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.

Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.

Not even to her.

Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.

(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)

Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.

She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?

After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.

(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.

Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.

At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)

But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.

“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.

“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”

She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”

She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.

So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.

“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”

“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.

“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”

(I’d rather be the only one you have.)

“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”

We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.

“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”

(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)

He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”

The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”

He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”

She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”

(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.

But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.

After all, it’s never real in the end.)

“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.

“Who?”

“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”

Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”

“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”

“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”

“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.

“What the hell?”

“Shocking, I know,” Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”

Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”

“Looked like what?”

Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.

“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”

Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.

“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.

Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.

“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”

Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”

She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.

“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”

It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”

So she waits.

Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.

“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.

But that’s none of her business, really.

“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”

A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.

“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”

The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.

“Why?”

“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”

And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.

“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”

From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.

His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”

“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”

“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”

She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.

“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”

Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.

Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.

(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)

A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they 

(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)

Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.

Oh no.

(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)

Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.

That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.

“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”

She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”

“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”

That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.

Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”

He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”

“I know.”

He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.

“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”

“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.

He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”

“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.

“What—”

“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”

She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.

“You mean that? All of that?”

“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”

“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”

Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”

He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.

To kiss him.

A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.

When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.

“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”

Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”

“Can I pay in more kisses?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”

(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)

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fin.

#kbandsnet #n.flying #nflying #seunghyub #lee seunghyub #seunghyub fic #n.flying fic #seunghyub fanfic #n.flying fanfic #seunghyub imagines #n.flying imagines #seunghyub scenarios #n.flying scenarios #nflying fanfic #nflying scenarios #nflying imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop au #kpop #angst #fluff

[howcanisey]

Spring Memories

genre :: fluff

pairing :: lee seunghyub (n.flying) // reader

request by :: @seunghyub-ah (i hope this was ok 😅) i'm going to write for dowoon as well 💖 thank you so much

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"Are you going to kidnap me?" you jokingly asked Seunghyub as he guided you carefully on each step.

He chuckled lowly, "what makes you think so? Are you scared?" Seunghyub mocked a little clutching the picnic basket on his other hand, he held your hand tightly when he felt you were taking each step slower than before.

"Knowing you, im guessing this is a surprise right? But is the blindfold really necessary?" you tried to locate the wall next to your free hand and let go of Seunghyub's hand.

"It was not really part of the plan, but you peek all the time so I had to."

"I swear to God, Seunghyub if this is another prank from you and your kids I'm going to throw Jaehyun and adopt Hweseung as my own legit child," you teased again.

This was the usual for you and him, always taking pranks to another level. Ever since you guys became the best of friends, he and his bandmates adopted you in their small family. Being friends with Seunghyub has its ups and down, yeah he's always busy and you were too, but that never leaves out the fact that the both of you treated each other so important. So every once or twice in a month you guys would always catch up. Sometimes just watching movies or just being a lazy couch potato for a day is enough for you guys.

Seunghyub frowned, "Not my son. But Jaehyun...hmmm i could help you," he laughed lacing his hands back to yours as he pulled you to your destination.

"We're here," he announced, hearing him unlocking a door you felt a cold breeze gently caressing your face. "Stay still," he commanded.

"It's not like I'm going somewhere with this blindfold anyways," you tucked your hands in front of your chest.

Seunghyub spent the entire day decorating the place and with the help from his members he made sure that you would love the surprise. All your favorite snacks and drinks are all scattered on the make shift table, he started to turn on your favorite music looming the breezy spring night of Seoul. He sees you more than a friend and someone closer bundled into one, casually calling you his "soulmate". And even though that you both know that your relationship is platonic, he can't help but treat you more than what you both think.

"You can take it off now," Seunghyub sat on the blanket and stared at your expression while taking of the blindfold.

"Ooh what a great start to create a sexual tension," you teased laughing so hard while taking the blind off your eyes.

But your laughter soon died down as you stared at him wide -eyed slowly taking in the beautiful view of Seoul from the dim light the stars provided, yet Seunghyub's smile brightens the whole surroundings. Taking little steps towards the little picnic he had prepared, you clutched your chest trying so hard not to cry. "You look like you needed a break from all that's been eating you up lately," Seunghyub started, "so why not a binge eating picnic, right?" he offered you a banana milk and gesture you to sit down right beside him.

"At your dorm's rooftop?" a tear escape from your eyes, "I didn't peg you as the romantic type," you tried to laugh it off but the overwhelming comfort from Seunghyub's surprise made you so emotional you can't help but hug him so tight.

"Thank you," you found your voice almost cracking up from the emotional turmoil his surprise had made an effect on you. "You don't know how much this makes me feel so warm and fuzzy right now," you whispered still hugging him.

Returning the gesture, Seunghyub enveloped you in a warm comforting embrace "always, for you." he murmured quietly to himself.

#sey writes #n.flying #lee seunghyub #sey drabbles #n.flying scenarios #n.flying drabbles #n.flying imagines

[velvetjjks]

Kpop Tag~

 Tagged by my lovely fairy @dinojaeee thank youuuuu love you ❤️❤️

1. Who was your first female bias?

Seohyun from SNSD <3

2. Who was your first male bias?

sEHUN yo i still lov him

3. Who are your current biases? Other than the above?

geez this question // im youngmin / kim donghyun / jeon jungkook / kim taehyung (v) / lee taeyong / ten (nct) / ahn hyungseob / zhu zhengting / hwang minhyun / ong seongwoo / cha eunwoo / wooshin (u10t) / whole of sf9 (don judge) / mark tuan / jeon wonwoo / lee seunghyub / jung jinyoung / d.ana (sonamoo) / taeyeon / chungha / jeon somin (kard) / jeon heejin, park hyunjin, jung jinsol (loona) / jennie kim / kim jiho / rena, xiyeon (pristin) / chengxiao / whole of rv / changjo & chunji (teen top) / kim myungsoo (ifnt) / im changkyun / hyemi (9muses) / (still havent found a bias in ptg but theyre all adorable haha)

4. In the entire kpop industry, who is the closest to your ideal type?

I’d say hwang minhyun, he’s really caring and loving, he always tries to stay string despite everything. He takes care of the younger members, and he's really calm (but can be super weird sometimes lol) his voice is great too!

5. Have you ever attended any kpop concert / fan meet / fansign?

sadly my luck never goes so far

6. If yes, which group / artist? How was your experience?

neh svt is coming tho but pretty sure my parents wouldn't let me

7. Which group would you like to see live?

i really wanted to see the produce 101 concert but its just a dream TvT besides them probably bts, seventeen and sf9

8. How did you get into kpop?

in 2013 i think, cuz of my sister’s influence hahah 

9.  Who are your otps?

TAEKOOK AND ONGNIEL

10. When did you start shipping?

when bts happened (back in 2015)

11. What was your favourite fanfic genre?

mostly fluff

12. What is your favourite music genre?

pop in general

I tag: @cherry-youngmin @parkmochibean @joshuji @hobikookie @je0n and anyone who wants to do it i guess

#I'm sorry fr all the tags yall #tagged

[ao3feed-ateez]

by rottenpetals

The Sequel to 'My darling baby.'

Yunho is a devoted, sweet, protective, and loving man to his husband Mingi, who is a cancer research scientist. The wonderful, respectful, loving son to his parents. The ideal sweet younger brother any sibling would be grateful to have. A successful bakery/restaurant owner for his families business alongside his two older brothers and the greatest uncle to his 2 year old niece. He's also the best friend you wish you had to his friends that he looks to as his brothers.

Did I also mention he's a part time Serial Killer too alongside his bestfriends San, Hongjoong and Jongho?

Words: 3886, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), B.A.P

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Choi San, Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho, Kim Mingyu, Bang Yongguk, Moon Jongup, Lee Hongbin, Lee Seunghyub | J.DON, woosan - Character, yungi - Character, seongjoong - Character, jongsang - Character

Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Yungi - Relationship

Additional Tags: Violence, Gore, Smut, Angst, Serial Killer, Murder, Fluff, Blood, Alternate Universe, dom yunho, Sub Song Mingi, Dom Jeong Yunho, sub mingi, Other tags to be added, lots of fluff

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

hello sweetheart! can i request a prompt from prompt list#2, 22 and 13 with Seunghyub from N.Flying if that possible of course?

I’d be happy to! I’ll get it up as quick as I can. Just a note—you chose goooood prompts, dude. Those’ll create some emotions, I hope.

#for anon #n.flying #lee seunghyub #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst