#p1harmony fanfic

[moonhoures]

Sunday Morning

🕷️ kinktober — day 9: cockwarming 🕸️

pairing: jiung (p1harmony) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, morning sex, cockwarming, edging (kinda? sorry jiung 😅), somnophilia (idk if this really counts but i’m putting it just in case!), pet names: ‘ji’ & ‘baby’ for jiung

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: just some good ol’ morning sex with bf!jiung 😌

posted: october 9, 2023

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Your bedroom was enveloped in a layer of thin darkness provided by the gloomy, rainy weather settling outside of your windows. Sundays were usually your chore and errand day of the week, but when your eyes cracked open for the first time this morning and saw the nasty weather, you threw those plans out the window (metaphorically). Instead of getting up to start your day, you snuggled yourself further into the warmth of your sheets, pulling them tighter to you. You snuggled your face into the plush of your pillow, and shifted your hips back for a more comfortable position. Only, your behind met something solid, which had you concerned and confused, but only for a moment.

“Hey, quit hogging the covers.”

You melted into relief as you remembered that your boyfriend had stayed the night and was sleeping just behind you. His presence made itself clear as he turned to face you, tugging back some of the sheets. He lifted them up while he scooted closer to you, letting the soft fabric fall over the both of you. You felt his arm encircle your waist and pull you closer to his front.

“I forgot you were here,” the grogginess of just waking up was evident in your voice, cracking some of the syllables.

“Ouch,” Jiung mumbled with fake-hurt, making you laugh softly, “Glad to know I have such a big impact on your life.”

“Well you haven’t stayed the night in so long. Excuse me for not being used to waking up with you next to me.”

Your boyfriend leaned forward and kissed your shoulder that was exposed by the neck of your shirt slipping to the side. You instinctively scrunched up, trying to avoid the tickling sensation that came with his lips and breath brushing against your sensitive skin. But he persisted, hands holding onto your hips to keep you still while he attempted to kiss your neck. The best he could manage was leaving chaste pecks on the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend the night,” he apologized with a smile as he held you close, spooning you. Your hands found his at your navel, and you intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll have to change that soon.”

“I would like to wake up like this more often,” you confessed, making your boyfriend smile even wider.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, scooting yourself impossibly closer to him. He hoped you didn’t hear the small noise he let out when you brushed against the subtle tent forming in his shorts. But of course he couldn’t get that lucky, “Seems like you would, too.”

“Babe-“ he groaned in embarrassment, his arms tightening around you. You laughed at his expense.

“If you had morning wood, you could’ve just said so, Ji.”

“I didn’t- I don’t- I-,” your boyfriend sighed, half in defeat and half in frustration. It’s not like he was the one that rubbed his erection against your ass, “It’ll go away, just . . . don’t touch it.”

Secretly, you loved making Jiung flustered like this. He was always so cute when he got nervous and stuttered over his words. You wished you could see how pink his cheeks were getting. How wide his eyes were. You decided to tease him further, not-so-innocently shifting to “get more comfortable” and brushing even more against his bulge in the process.

“________,” he warned you, hand gripping your waist in attempt to stop your movements.

“You’re right, I’m too tired for that right now,” you sighed, but the gears were already turning in that pretty head of yours, “Unless . . . you want to just put it in and nap some more with me?”

“How is that any fun?” he asked, a slight pout to his lips. But he wasn’t denying you, so that was something.

“I guess it’s not supposed to be,” you shrugged, “But it’s intimate. And if you’re good, I might reward you.”

“Might?”

“Fine, I will reward you. But only if you stay still and let me nap.”

Jiung mulled it over for a minute, but he truly didn’t think he had the strength, the self control. Still, he was never one to turn down the opportunity to have sex with you. There were very few things he could think of that were better than being buried inside of you, so this just felt like a no brainer.

“Think you can do that?” you asked him, peeking over your shoulder to see him struggling in his own contemplation. The dark shadows on his face brightened with the flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a split second, followed by a low rumble of thunder off in the distance.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him do so.

It was a blessing and curse that you decided to sleep in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts. A blessing in the sense that it gave him easier access, and a curse in the sense that the easy access only turned him on more, making his erection stand at full attention, hard and uncomfortable. He thought a quick, thankful prayer as he took his weeping cock out from his sleep shorts. If you hadn’t decided you wanted to cockwarm him, he would’ve waited entirely too long to take care of his morning wood in the bathroom like a gentleman. He made a mental note to treat you real good the next time you had proper sex.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, not wanting to dive right in too soon and have it be uncomfortable for you.

“Honestly, Ji, I’ve been wet since I woke up,” you admitted with a small giggle, “So yeah.”

A small fluttering feeling took up space in his chest as he wondered if you were wet because of him. Had you dreamed of him? You had never had a wet dream about him—as far as he knew—so the possibility made him really happy.

He decided not to waste anymore time, so he discreetly used some of his spit to moisten the grip on his dick, rubbing it out a little before getting closer to your center. The fabric of your underwear was easy to move out of the way, and in seconds he was sinking into you with a small hiss. Inch by inch, he fed his length to your hole, letting you suck him in with a familiar warmth that felt like the most impure hug.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he couldn’t help himself from admitting. Once he was seated deep within your heat he got the overwhelming urge to thrust, but the voice of his conscience told him to keep himself in check. It shouldn’t be too bad, all he had to do was hold you and stay still until the both of you nodded back off to sleep. But how long do they plan on napping? he thought. I don’t know how long I can do this before I go insane.

A mix of a hum and a small sigh left you as you felt yourself become full. Jiung watched you practically melt into the bed, your shoulders dropping with relaxation and your head nestling further into your pillow. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head without even thinking about it. His body moved on its own, doing what his heart wanted him to. He smiled at your cozy state, hugging you again. His legs were almost entangled with yours in this position. You two were so close that you basically became one entity.

“This feels nice,” you spoke so softly, moments away from falling back into a slumber.

Jiung wanted to agree, but he was focusing too much on relaxing and not bucking his hips into yours like he so badly wanted to. So instead, he hummed weakly in agreement, fingertips softly gripping the flesh of your tummy as he tried not to adjust his position. If he moved even a centimeter while inside of you, he knew the drag of his cock against your walls would feel too good for him to stay quiet and keep his cool.

“Ji,” you called his name, a hint of a smile on your lips, though he couldn’t see it since he was behind you and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just- trying to stay still like you asked.”

You chuckled faintly. He really was the cutest—and the most obedient, you’ve noticed, “You’re doing good, baby. Just a while longer.”

Jiung nodded, but inside he was whining like a sick puppy. Just a while longer, he thought.

A few minutes turned into several minutes, and eventually became over half an hour. Jiung had finally gotten to a point where he was fully relaxed, cuddling you and focusing on your lulling breaths to keep himself at bay, and it worked. Your delicate snoring didn’t even faze him as his eyes fell closed and he began nodding off beside you. He awoke after a while when you shifted in his warm embrace, hips slightly rutting against his. A choked groan squeaked out of his lips before he could stop it.

“Sorry, baby, did I wake you?” you asked him, purposefully beginning to rock your hips in the most subtle way that it could seem accidental.

“Ah- Please,” he breathed out in a sheepish tone, his hand quickly moving from your stomach back to your hips. His fingertips gripped onto your skin desperately, trying to get you to stop moving.

“What? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Ji?”

“I- I do,” his words came out in pants as his groin began to feel like it was on fire again. His cock throbbed with the anguishing need to cum.

“Then fuck me.”

It was the most gentle command he had ever heard, but the most compelling. Not even a second went by before he was thrusting into you with fervor. Your lip was sucked in between your teeth as you tried to bite back moans and failed. Jiung was a sweet lover, always so attentive and never selfish. He did tend to get a little ambitious sometimes, and those were the few times he would cum before you did. Now seemed like it would be one of those times, but you couldn’t blame him. He had suffered long enough while you cock warmed him. He was a good boy, and did exactly as you asked of him. He deserved to cum first.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“Thank you,” a long, pathetic moan followed his words as his hips stuttered behind your own. He jerked and twitched with every rope of cum that painted your insides. Overwhelming pleasure was all he felt, and in that moment all the waiting he had to do was worth it. Absolutely worth it.

— taglist #1

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#p1harmony smut #p1h smut #jiung smut #choi jiung smut #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony x y/n #jiung fanfic #jiung imagines #jiung scenarios #jiung x reader #[🕷️] kinktober 23

[xzinbdg]

Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

p1harmony masterlist // main masterlist

#em's✉️ #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony smau #p1harmony #yoon keeho #choi taeyang #choi jiung #hwang intak #haku shota #kim jongseob #keeho x reader #theo x reader #jiung x reader #intak x reader #soul x reader #jongseob x reader #p1h keeho #p1h jiung #p1h theo #p1h intak #p1h soul #p1h jongseob #keeho scenarios #jiung scenarios #theo scenarios #intak scenarios #soul scenarios #jongseob scenarios

[luvkyu]

sleepless ( yoon keeho )

keeho x male!reader

keeho helps his boyfriend get some sleep.

content : 0.5k words, fluff

"baby?" keeho called softly while stepping out of his shared bedroom. it was almost one in the morning, and he awoke to an empty space beside him instead of the boyfriend he'd fallen asleep with before.

keeho looked around the common room of his apartment before venturing into the kitchen. he finally saw y/n with a cup of tea in his hands, the male stopping in his tracks upon seeing keeho in front of him now.

"oh, hi," y/n said tiredly.

"no tea for me?"

"wha- no! i-.. you were just sleeping, and-.. babe.." y/n groaned. keeho laughed before turning the kitchen light off.

"relax, just teasing you."

y/n clicked his tongue at this before taking a sip of his tea. keeho took his free hand to begin leading him back to their room.

"couldn't sleep again?" keeho asked.

"mhm. i thought tea might help."

keeho frowned as he watched y/n take another sip, then setting it on the nightstand to get back into bed.

"do you want me to get the melatonin? i'm kinda getting worried.. you need more sleep, babe."

y/n shook his head and pat the spot next to him, waiting for his boyfriend to climb back into their sheets.

"let's just try falling asleep to a movie."

the corner of keeho's mouth tilted downwards. he decided to oblige and get back into bed, but he was definitely planning on keeping an eye on y/n's sleep schedule in the future.

"what do you wanna watch?" keeho asked as he turned their tv on.

"mm.. ponyo?"

keeho nodded, not surprised at the answer. after setting up the movie, he let his boyfriend cuddle up closer to him. their arms fit around each other, content and snug, while the beginning music of the movie filled their bedroom.

keeho's fingers drifted over y/n's skin softly, rubbing up and down his arm. he could already tell y/n was getting sleepy - keeho's caresses always seemed to lull him to sleep faster.

"keeho?"

"..go to sleep, y/n."

"you go to sleep."

keeho looked at y/n, giving him a side eye. "you're the one who has work tomorrow, not me," the former countered.

y/n frowned.

"what if i just call in sick?"

"..your choice, i guess."

despite the evasive answer, y/n could see the smallest grin twitch on keeho's lips. he laughed quietly and hugged him tighter.

"i'll be irresponsible and spend the whole day with you then."

keeho clicked his tongue at y/n in disapproval. y/n didn't mind though, especially when the other was still unable to shake his smile off.

"goodnight, keeho," y/n said while planting a small kiss on his cheek. keeho couldn't help but blush a little now.

"goodnight, love."

#kpop x male reader #male reader #p1h keeho #p1harmony #p1h #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony x male reader #piwon #p1h fluff #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony fanfic #p1h x male reader

[jongseonvs]

p1h

when you argue/how you make up

warnings: none

not proofread.

keeho

- he’s petty, so he ignores you for however long he feels is necessary

- which is usually just for a day, and he literally doesn’t. talk. to you.

- not even a glance, basically you’re invisible

- but it hurts your feelings bc you usually talk to each other instead of doing whatever he’s doing

- when you start getting distant, he starts to feel guilty for being so immature

- apologizes by trapping you in a bear hug and saying his feelings before letting you spill yours too

theo

- you actually argue a lot because you guys are so similar

- he’s stubborn, and so are you so neither apologize first

- he doesn’t ignore you, he actually acknowledges you but just doesn’t listen to you

- “can you pass me the towel right there?” you ask but he stares at you, glancing at the towel next to him before getting up and leaving the room.

jiung

- after arguing, tension is heavy.

- neither wants to talk first, even though you’re both dying to

- after a while, you just go up to him with a small smile on your face

- “wanna go get ice cream? if you want, I’ll pay.”

- a smile breaks out on his face and he reaches his arms out to hug you.

- “yes, but only if I’m paying.” he kisses your cheek and drags you into the room to get ready

intak

- he’s more emotional than angry, bc he hates arguing

- also bc he def sees your side and understands why you feel that way and he feels bad for making you feel that way

- once his eyes start watering you can’t even be mad anymore

- you hug him tightly, assuring him you love him and that you’ll just talk about it later :(

jongseob

- boy refuses to accept the fact that you’re even arguing

- “so what are you trying to say? are you fighting me rn??”

- tries to make it a joke because he doesn’t wanna argue w you

- and he hates seeing you mad especially at him

- “Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t do it again.”

- doesn’t even understand why you’re mad, but he just wants to see you happy again!

soul

- this boy doesn’t get mad in general

- the most he does its sulk, but it’s usually in a joking manner

- he always aims to make you smile and laugh, so arguing isn’t even in his vocabulary.

#kpop imagines #p1harmony fanfic #p1h x reader #p1h imagines #p1h intak #p1h jiung #p1h soul #p1h jongseob #p1h keeho #p1h theo #p1harmony #p1harmony keeho #p1harmony theo #p1harmony jiung #p1harmony intak #p1harmony jongseob #p1harmony soul #p1h

[ashonheavenscloud]

1:14 am - c. jiung

warnings: none, just a lil bit of making out <3 | wc: ~600

now playing: restless - bibi

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The credits to the movie you were watching with your boyfriend have long since faded out, but neither you or Jiung make a move to get up from the couch and the warmth of the blanket tucked carefully around your huddled bodies. Your head has found its home in the crook of his shoulder, and his hand on your thigh draws absentminded patterns. The silence is interrupted only by the buzz of electricity and the occasional hum of an old tune in Jiung’s throat.

“It’s late.” He eventually whispers, eyeing the clock silently counting obedient seconds on the opposite wall. “And so quiet.”

“It’s perfect.” You whisper back, one hand moving to the back of his head to scratch gently at the strands of hair at the back of his neck. Jiung sighs contentedly at the feeling, letting his forehead fall to the top of your head, smiling when you tilt your face towards him. His eyes soften when they meet yours, and the clock on the wall ticks slower when his gaze drops to your lips, then back up with a soft exhale.

You tuck your thumb under his chin, slide your forefinger over his bottom lip, and guide his mouth to yours.

It’s easy to pry a soft, breathless sound from Jiung’s parted lips. His hands slip under your sweatshirt and tighten on your waist as he melts to your touch. With gentle thumbs, you trace his cheekbones, the lines of his jawline, the slope of his chin. His own fingertips leave goosebumps over your skin from their feather-light touches, and you shiver, leaning into him, tilting your head to slowly deepen the kiss.

He mumbles your name against your lips and you swear you feel the quiet rasp of his voice through your whole body. You shush him, kissing him once more, lingering, before your lips trail across the side of his face and under his jaw. Jiung’s next exhale is particularly shaky, his eyes heavy lidded and dazed. His head tilts backwards to give you an open canvas, and you slowly work your art across his flushed skin, the heat of his body simmering where your lips and teeth leave darkening love marks.

His hands slip up your back and press your body close to his, forcing you to shift your body onto his lap. You angle his face back to you and capture his lips again, hands winding into his hair as he smiles into the kiss. The clock sits still as the seconds stretch and lose meaning, both your minds far too hazy to keep track of anything other than the touch of skin on skin, teeth grazing lips, hands tightening holds. Jiung kisses you like the world could burn and he wouldn’t notice. His lashes flutter, eyes gazing into yours when you drop his bottom lip and murmur, “Yeah. Perfect.”

You’re endeared as pale pink dusts his cheeks.

The clock moves faster; Jiung lays back onto the couch, grabbing your waist to pull your body over top of his. You giggle as his hands run under your shirt, trailing goosebumps over your skin as they trace your sides. Cupping his face, you press your smiles together, holding him close as he holds you tight. Your fingers slide into his hair and his slide up your back, pressing your body to his with flat palms. Moments blur together in Jiung’s warmth, the gentle yet purposeful push and pull of his mouth, the skim of his fingers across your skin.

The clock ticks steadily on, steady as his pounding heartbeat in your ear, steady as his delicate hands and their tight grip on your waist, steady as love painted over skin and whispered between parted lips.

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[soothinglee]

P1HARMONY CONVOS AS PINTEREST TEXTS⏤✰

p1harmony x reader | 6 images✔︎

authors note ⎯ this will be a filler until i post this fic im planning on writing! i haven’t made anything in a while and my account is in a drought(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

warnings ⎯ cursing but thats about it

genre ⎯ crack

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KEEHO + THEO ᯓ★

JIUNG + INTAK ᯓ★

SOUL + JONGSEOB ᯓ★

#p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony smau #p1harmony texts #kpop #keeho #theo #jiung #intak #soul #jongseob #x reader #x y/n #x you #p1harmony fanfic

[soubeomies]

pairing ; jongseob x gn!reader

genre ; fluff

warnings ; mentions of the petname "pretty" once, rather than that, its just pure fluff wholsome giggly shit

a/n ; I MADE THIS FOR A FRIEND TEEHEE!!!

you and jongseob had been friends ever since you both were in highschool. the both of you are reaching the end of highschool and will be graduating in a few months. after being friends with jongseob for about a few years now, you realise that you’re starting to catch feelings. but, how can you like your own best friend? you didn't want to ruin the friendship, so you denied how you felt and tried to lose all romantic feelings you had towards him.

though, you couldn't help but giggle at the most subtle thing he does, you feel butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach whenever he does something remotely nice to you, hell,  just small acts of service makes your head spin, falling harder, and harder.

it was another usual day in school, it was lunch break as you both were sitting on the rooftop of the school building. you both ate your lunches, the silence only broken by the sounds of the soft cool breeze of the wind, the sounds of birds chirping in the distance and the sounds of the both of you chewing on your food.

you looked over to jongseob as the wind was gently ruffling his hair, his hand reaching for his hair occasionally to run his soft and slender fingers through his hair. you couldn't help but get lost in the view of his pure beauty.. you then realise he was literally staring back at you, his head slightly tilted to the side with a small hint of confusion on his face.

“you got a little something there,” he said gently, you notice his lips curving upwards forming a subtle smile on his face. his hand reached out to your face as he gently wiped the corner of your mouth, he then brought his hand to his face and gently licked off the food he had wiped off of your face. 

you stared at him lick the condiment that was nestled in the corner of your mouth as you feel your face heating up, your cheeks blooming in a faint rosy hue. he probably didn't even realise that he just made you scream internally like crazy just now.

he smiled at you, then turned back to eating his food like nothing happened. you mutter a simple “thanks..” before getting back to your food as well, trying to distract yourself from feeling so flustered. a few minutes of silence pass before the bell rings, a sign to get back to class. you and jongseob stood up as you both made your way back to class.

before you knew it, classes were over and you were packing up your bags to leave school. you walked to the lobby as jongseob trailed behind you. “going home?” he said as he looked at you walking out of school. you stopped in your tracks and looked back at him with a nod. “yeah, see you tomorrow seob” you replied as he smiled at you with a wave.

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you had arrived home a few hours ago at this point, you were lying in your bed as you see a notification pop up from jongseob. you mindlessly click on the notification.

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you felt your face heat up as a blush quickly washed over your face as you were quite literally giggling and smiling at your phone. you were definitely gonna confront him tomorrow in school.

it came the next day as you were walking your way to school, you were close to arriving at school as you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around to see jongseob standing behind you as he gently scratched his head nervously. “got my message, pretty?”

#fanfic #jongseob p1harmony #jongseob x reader #jongseob #p1harmony fanfic #fluff #OH MY GOD JONGSEOB CALLING U PRETTY IM CRYIGNG #p1harmony #p1h #soubeomies

[seobstarr]

bf!P1Harmony texts !!

prompt: taylor swift just released her new album ‘Speak Now (Taylors Version)’ and you need to share your excitement, luckily your boyfriend is always up and ready to answer your texts!!

genre: fluff, a little humor but mostly just fluff :)

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keb notes!: Oh hey guys 😋 this was just a little drabble i came up with while waiting for speak now tv to drop and was having trouble deciding to post it or notttt😭 i love taylor swift and piwon so why not put them tgthr lol this is also literally my first time doing one of these so PLEASE DONT BE MEAN IM TRYING MY BEST 😭 and no i didn’t do this to distract me from the depending doom to post another on the court chapter…i would never

#kpop #kpop imagines #p1h fluff #p1h theo #p1harmony #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony theo #p1ece #kpop texts #kpop fake texts

[newestq]

would u ever write what cuddling with the members is like?

⋆.⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ p1h cuddle headcannon

ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ lowercase intended, send in your requests

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『yoon keeho』

keeho always finds a way to be touching you—be it with his knee touching yours while sitting, his fingers lightly caressing your hand, etc. it doesn't come as a surprise when you find out he is a cuddler. even when the two of you aren't actually cuddling, he's still got his foot touching your leg, or his hand grasping yours. the time he craves your cuddles the most is when he's back from tour. he's so touch-deprived and cuddling with shota and intak isn't the same as you :(

『choi taeyang : theo』

a little shy about it. he doesn't want to admit that he likes being cuddled. it takes some time before taeyang's open about the idea, and even then it's a little awkward at first. one day you suggest cuddling him, and his knees go weak. poor baby was too embarrassed to ever ask you. tries to be sly about it, but he fails cause you see the redness of his face when you prompted him with the question. not to your surprise, it ends up being less awkward, and both of you love it. taeyang always locks the door before you cuddle, as he doesn't want the members to see, leaving jongseob and soul to sleep on the couches.

『choi jiung』

a literal koala. both in public and behind closed doors, he is all over you. he isn't too affectionate with his members, so it gave intak whiplash seeing jiung be so touchy with you. why isn't he like that with him?! jiung physically cannot sleep without having his head tucked into your neck—so tour is hard for him. he's quite literally addicted to you.

『hwang intak』

loves cuddling, but my god is he a sweat box. y'all fall asleep fully-clothed and cuddled beneath the blankets, and wake up with the blankets on the floor, intak without a shirt, you without pants, and the only thing in contact is your head on his arm. as hot as he is normally, when he's sick he craves more attention which means more cuddles which means more sweat! you just gotta deal with it at this point.

『haku shota : soul』

shota doesn't initiate it, but he doesn't mind if you ask. the most he'll ever do is rest his head on your shoulder when sitting next to you, or hold your hand when laying down. he isn't scared to do it, he just wants you to make the move so he knows you're comfortable with it. eventually, he'll rest his head on your shoulder when going to sleep, and when you turn and wrap your arms around him, he understands just how okay you are with it.

『kim jongseob』

the two of you have never slept in the same bed, but have had multiple naps together on the couch. taeyang and keeho (& sometimes intak) refuse to let you both be in a room by yourselves, much less share a bed. most times, jongseob is laying between your legs, with his chest on yours. by doing this so often, you've created a habit of playing with his hair, and he's not complaining. jongseob gets a little shy when the older members notice you two cuddling, but he gets at keeho and intak for not having partners to begin with.

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[sungbeam]

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW — act I, scene v

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, mentions of grief and terminal illness, written in third person pov

▷ word count. 2.8k

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a/n: whenever i come back to this series, i remember how hard it is to write it

SUMMER (RISING SENIORS).

Yn had not sent a picture back to Intak. In fact, she hadn't even opened his messages. Intak couldn't decide which was worse—being left on "read" or on "delivered." Both were equally quite horrible, but as the day went on with radio silence from her end, he continuously had to remind himself that she had responsibilities and a life. She couldn't be at his beck and call, and she certainly wouldn't ever entertain the idea of being so.

But one little text would have eased his mind. Just one, little text.

Intak flopped onto the couch in the living room of his house, the entirety of which remained just as cold and empty as it always was. In a way, the quiet was good because it meant that his father wasn't home, taking with him that thick, haunting presence of his. Intak sometimes imagined that he walked around with a massive cloud of fog clinging to his legs and feet, and that image had engraved itself into his head since he was an adolescent, more so now that his father's murky fog would soon consume Intak in all of those heavy expectations.

He lifted his phone up to catch a glimpse of the time. He would have to leave for that one dance class soon, the one that he and his friends had signed up for together to occupy themselves during the summer. If Intak wasn't forced to take over the company after his schooling, he would be dancing, or maybe even reading shit, like proper literature, and writing poetry about dead older brothers and forbidden friendships with strangers who felt closer to him than his own family.

He was tempted to text Yn just to check in. Something like 'hey bff i'm bored as hell and sad as fuck hbu' or 'miss u and worried about u text me back?' or god forbid, 'i've been trying to imagine what u look like but i have a feeling a picture won't do u justice.' God, he really needed to stop watching those cursed romcoms when he was bor—

Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

Intak leapt out of his skin in surprise.

He reached into his pants pocket to withdraw Jaehyuk's phone. The notifications from Yn came in rapid succession at the top of the screen:

yer a wizard yn!: sorry i went mia for like a day

yer a wizard yn!: smth came up

yer a wizard yn!: cute pic btw :') ig i owe u a pfp too

yer a wizard yn!: *sent a photo*

Intak held his breath, then forced himself to turn away from the phone screen. Was he ready for this? Was he ready for her reveal? This felt like an invasion of privacy, especially with how carefully she kept her identity hidden the first few weeks they'd been texting each other. It hadn't been until recently that Yn had begun to let him learn things about her.

It wasn't like he forced her though… right? It was out of her own want and will. It was her choice and he—

He was going to fully indulge in that.

Intak finally opened up the full chat to view the messages she'd sent.

And lo and behold, there she was. It was a casual selfie, seeming to be taken in front of a window by the way the sun shone over her face in a gold-colored glow. She wore a dark T-shirt with a logo Intak couldn’t quite make out from the way her arms and hair were positioned. In fact, he could only see about half of her face from the way she hid the lower half behind her pulled-up knees. But her eyes crinkled enough that he could see that she was smiling.

The soft smile on his face was a stark contrast to the sharp palpitations of his heart in his chest. Before, he could never imagine the face he was speaking to across the phone—rather, it had always just been a person with blurred features. Now that he could put a face to the name, and the voice, and the character…

Intak saved the picture and set it as Yn’s contact photo. He wondered if he should have even been doing this since Jae didn’t even have a contact photo saved for her. (But now that she had sent it, it wasn’t like Intak was going to resist setting that photo as her contact, especially since it was an excuse to stare at it while he was texting her.)

jae’s phone: that photo is not fair that’s like… half ur face dude >://// /j

jae’s phone: but thank uuuuuuu i KNEW u were cute

He chewed on his bottom lip, quickly adding onto his previous texts since it seemed like Yn wasn’t going to reply back any time soon.

jae’s phone: ik ur the one who suggested swapping photos, but i hope u didn’t feel obligated to. ik u were never super comfortable w sharing personal info abt urself w me, but i’m genuinely really happy to get to know u better

jae’s phone: lol idk y that got kinda sappy ? but i hope everything’s good on ur end!!

jae’s phone: i’ve gotta go to a dance lesson rn tho so ttyl ynieee!!!!

Intak sighed as he forced himself to click out of his and Yn’s direct messages, and to haul his ass off the couch. He had, at multiple instances, contemplated why he felt so attached to Yn. Perhaps it was because she was so close to his brother and this truly was just his own kind of closure. Or it was something else, too.

Yn's eyes burned holes through the notifications that sat at the top of her phone screen. It had been several hours since Intak had sent them, and she knew exactly what they said. She'd even mentally written out and sent several replies, but never physically carried them out. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The heavy weight that had settled on her chest from a day ago still rested there. Usually, privileged shit Summit kids did to her and in front of her were annoying, but she'd learned to grow thick skin. She didn't know why this time affected her so poorly. Then again, the fact that neither Jongseob nor Shota had gotten over it could have contributed to her own mood, too.

Her brothers in arms had been quiet since then, barely speaking unless necessity prevailed. The shop had never been so quiet before, and even when customers and neighbors came by with a friendly word or joke, they would force a smile onto their faces or a laugh from their throats. She could hear the strain, the grudge and emotions tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"If I had the money…" Yn remembered hearing Jongseob muttering under his breath the night of the incident. She knew exactly what he was thinking then and there. All the bitterness in the negative space.

They'd all grown to have thick skin, but it was bound to crack at some point. They weren't made of steel, after all.

After a long, grueling day at the shop, Yn, Shota, and Jongseob returned to Yn's house to wash up for the evening. The walk home had been quiet, and she'd been itching to reach for her phone and finally open up Intak's messages…

She cleared her throat. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," she voiced aloud to the two of them as she unlocked the front door.

Jongseob grunted, "Why?"

"We're watching Clueless."

Shota let out a snort as Jongseob threw his head back in a loud groan. "You're shitting me. Any other movie than that one, Yn. We've watched that, like, fifteen times."

With her back still to them, she could let herself smile just a little. All she had been looking for was that reaction from him. "Okay, well, if you can be on the couch in fifteen minutes, then you can choose a different—"

She hadn't even finished what she was saying when the two of them bolted past her, exclaiming at each other as they raced for access to the closest bathroom. Yn laughed under her breath, nudging the door closed behind her with the toe of her shoe. She hadn't even been sure whether or not the two would stay here with her or not since they basically stayed shut up in the old extra bedroom instead of hanging out. Though they would have been in the house, it had sounded like no one else was home.

But now? Yn made her way into the kitchen to get dinner started. Hopefully she could get something on the stove by the time one of them hopped out of the shower. Knowing Jongseob though…

She estimated that it was about five minutes later that Jongseob's elephant stomps sounded down the hall, nearing the living room and kitchen at high speed. Seconds later, a blur of orange and white launched himself over the back of the couch. As she expected, it was Jongseob with that freshly showered glow, damp hair, and a white towel hanging around his shoulders.

Her amused gaze clashed with his, and though his face was pressed into a deadpan, she saw the glimmer in his irises. He told her, "We're watching Star Wars."

Yn grinned. "Deal's a deal, kid."

Right on cue, Shota came sliding into the living room with his dampened locks tied up and out of his face with a Hello Kitty hair tie he no doubt found in the drawers of the bathroom. She wondered how he found stuff like that, stuff that she had ditched so long ago when she was much younger. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I’m starting to think that neither of you actually use soap when you shower.”

“I’m productive when I’m given motive,” Shota replied, collapsing onto the couch next to Jongseob. She could already hear the tell-tale explosion of sound that was the Star Wars main theme.

It was several hours later when dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, and the lot of them were one and a half Star Wars movies in that Yn stared at her notifications again. Intak hadn't sent anything else since those last messages, and there was a distinct feeling of guilt stewing in the back of her brain. At this point, it overpowered any feelings of annoyance or bitterness from the other day's incident. It was always at evening hours when the overthinking started.

Intak had been good to her thus far, though, and it wasn't fair that she took out her annoyance on him. He had done nothing bad—a part of her countered with “yet.”

She could see the start of his messages: That photo's like half your face dude… I've got to go to a dance lesson though so…

It was all completely harmless, and yet, her heart pounded in her chest from not being able to fully read his reaction to her face reveal. Of course she cared what he thought. She chalked it up to the fact that Intak himself was a pretty face, and it was perfectly normal to be self conscious.

Yn raised her head for a moment when she caught a flash of quick movement from the TV, then felt a pair of eyes on her.

While Shota was curled up at the far end of the couch, Jongseob was seated next to her and saw who's messages sat at the top of her screen. The two of them connected gazes; he said nothing, showed nothing.

A different type of guilt rushed into her head.

Jongseob turned back to the screen, and she was back to square one.

The house was quiet by the time Yn tucked her friends beneath quilts on the couch. Her mom had come home sometime between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, then crashed immediately after disappearing into her room, leaving Yn to haunt the hallways of her house in the dark and silence by herself.

She perched on the edge of her bed with the light of her phone screen illuminating her face. There were those unread messages at the top of her screen again, yelling at her to just take a peak. There was no harm in seeing what he said—but there was. He would see the Read sign beneath his messages and think the worst.

With nothing else stopping her but her own thoughts, she tapped the notification.

The text chain opened up before her in full. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as she expected. He was just being his bright, sweet self here. Her lips pursed into a slight smile as she read over his sappy talk at the end; it was appreciated though.

But now it was a matter of replying.

He probably thought she was busy all day again, but the guilt of “punishing” him for something that people from his community did and not him personally was eating her up inside.

“Ahem.”

She stopped, eyes widening as her head shot up like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A drowsy Jongseob stood in her doorway with his eyes at half-mast and his mouth widened in a yawn. Sometimes she forgot that her friend was still a kid—that they were all just kids. “Hey,” she whispered to him. “Did I wake you up or something?”

He shook his head and suddenly looked a lot more awake. “The text messages you got earlier,” he drawled, inclining his chin at her phone.

“Oh.” She glanced down at the screen, then back up at him. “Seob, I—”

“He's gonna hurt you, Yn.”

Her chest felt so hollow all of a sudden. What?

He folded his arms in front of himself, cupping his palms under his elbows. Jongseob's eyebrows furrowed together as if in thought or in an attempt to look firm. “He's gonna hurt you like Jae did.”

No, the hollow feeling was because her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Everything felt like it was falling out from under her with that statement. Yn said slowly, gently, “Jongseob, Jae didn't mean to hurt us. He didn't mean to get sick. He couldn't control it, Seob. You know that that's not fair.”

Sometimes it was hard to not let the anger seep through into blame and misunderstanding. That was just the grief talking. When those thoughts resurfaced, it was just as difficult to deal with the resulting guilt of ever blaming them later on.

Losing someone was just devastating.

Jongseob sniffled though, and she backtracked on her previous thought. But this wasn't that, was it? “Yeah, well—it seems whether they do it on purpose or not, that's all they do up there: hurt people.”

Her mouth felt so dry then, so helplessly wordless. Her throat was just as voiceless. These kids—her friends—had gone through all that pain just as she had. She couldn't blame them most of the time because she knew where they were coming from.

Jongseob poked his tongue in his cheek. “I know you miss him.”

Yn's fingers curled around the edges of her phone, like she could hold onto whoever was on the other side.

“I miss him, too,” he said.

A stinging sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes and she reached up to staunch the tears like they were cuts, and they were bleeding.

“But no matter their intention, a ghost can only haunt,” he muttered. He let that thought simmer for a second before citing his source, “Got that one off of Pinterest.”

The last comment made a laugh sputter out of her mouth, wet but touched. She sniffled at the same time he did. “I was gonna say,” she said, her voice watery, “when'd you get so smart?”

“I've always been smart,” he scoffed. He exhaled, still lingering on the threshold before waddling over to where she was perched on the bed. Awkwardly, he brought his arms around her upper body and gently patted her back. “Is this helping?”

Yn wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. “Yeah.”

“Thank god.”

A ghost can only haunt. Maybe it was how fast it had all happened that none of them really got proper closure or got to say goodbye. They would never get a chance to see him ever again, to tell him they felt something for him close to love, and enjoyed his company despite his being from the Summit. There was no chance they'd be invited to the funeral, and there was little possibility of ever visiting his grave. There were only memories and a phone number.

One day he was here, and the next… well the next, Yn was texting Intak. Was this history repeating itself, or would this ending turn into a new beginning entirely?

When they both pulled back from their embrace, Jongseob poked her cheek. “You know I never know what to do when you cry, right?”

She reached up to swipe her palm across her dampened cheeks. “Yeah. You did good, kid.”

That made the corners of his mouth curl up a bit. “I just don't want this guy to be another reason you cry.”

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[lixiesfreckless]

p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends

a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3

Keeho

metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]

will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair

don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look

he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them

matching silk bonnets!!!

if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level

in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor

Theo

wash day connoisseur

he's taking off work. he doesn't care

knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair

makes it into a spa day so you don't stress

has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right

loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)

will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new

Jiung

LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you

in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style

he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that

has a playlist just for times like these </333

late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY

Intak

LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time

enamored and cannot stop staring at you

pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage

wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable

"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"

oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)

he is so focused. and it is SO cute.

Soul

matching hair!!!

no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it

speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it

begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)

crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done

will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid

Jongseob

this boy LOVES a good fro

doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY

thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)

wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE

so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute

whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record

he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times

#piwon #piwon fluff #piwon x reader #p1h #p1harmony ff #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony #p1harmony headcanons #keeho #theo #jiung #intak #soul #jongseob #p1h fluff

[xzinbdg]

p1harmony reaction to "i have some tea"

pairing: p1h x reader

author's note: hello!! today we have some p1h! I am kinda running out of ideas but I might start like "bf texts" with individual members! stream killin it!! have a nice day/night! byebye!! 🤧🤧

p1harmony masterlist // my masterlist

#em's✉️ #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony smau #p1h fluff #yoon keeho #choi jiung #p1h theo #choi taeyang #hwang intak #p1h soul #haku shota #kim jongseob #keeho x reader #jiung x reader #theo x reader #intak x reader #soul x reader #jongseob x reader #p1harmony

[sminiac]

P1Harmony

Y. Keeho ✉️ ✩°｡ (1)

Choi Taeyang…

Choi Jiung…

H. Intak ✉️ ✩°｡ (3)

Haku Shota…

K. Jongseob ✉️ ✩°｡ (2)

⬐ ⋆𐙚₊— OT6

Bf!Piwon

Cuddling HC’s

Piwon being jealous

When they have a crush on you

Showering w Piwon (ex Jongseob)

Their reaction to being bitten

Reaction to you wearing something short

Morning cuddles w Piwon!

Their reaction to you being jealous

Piwon after an argument

Piwon as classmates who have crushes on you

⬐ ⋆𐙚₊— Hyung-Line + Intak (MDNI)

NSFW HC’s

Reacting to you being a virgin

Fav sex position HC’s

Eating you out HC’s

How vocal they are in bed

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[yeor-yeona]

princess carrying jongseob

pairing: p1harmony kim jongseob x gn!reader

warnings: y/n being overprotective (?), anxiety (?), minor injury, one instance of cursing

word count: 577

other: established relationship, non-idol au (p1h is a dance crew), other p1h members are mentioned

You receive a call from Keeho, a little surprising as the boys should be in practice right now. You answer it, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hey Steph, what’s up?” “Hey… umm… Seob fell during practice, we think he sprained his ankle, but he’s saying it's not bad enough to go to the hospital. Would you be able to pick him up?” 

As you heard those words your heart dropped. The only thing you were focused on was if Seob was okay. “Of course, I’m on my way.” You rush out the door, grabbing the first pair of shoes you see, and speeding down the street, hoping you don’t get pulled over. 

You reach the practice room a little out of breath and you burst through the door, shocking everyone inside. Your eyes immediately fall on Jongseob, sitting in a chair at the side of the room. “Baby, are you okay?” you ask heading over to where he’s sitting. “I’m okay, just twisted my ankle a little.” 

He turns to the side facing Keeho, blocking his mouth with his hand in a futile attempt to prevent you from hearing what he says. “This is why I told you not to call her,” he sighs. “And risk her killing me once she did find out? No, thank you,” Keeho says putting his hands up. 

Once you reach him you cradle his face, scanning him for any signs of pain or injury. He grabs one of your wrists, pulling slightly, signaling to move your hands. “I’m alright, seriously, Keeho’s just being over dramatic,” he gives him a quick glare. “But we can go to urgent care or something if it’ll make you feel better.” “If you don’t think you need to, we don’t have to go.” 

He didn’t look like he was in pain and his ankle didn’t look bad, he just needed to rest for a few days, you knew you were being a little excessive, but you felt a lot better just seeing him. “Come on, I’ll take you to my place and wrap up your ankle.” 

He nods, and you help him up, swooping him into a princess carry, causing him to yelp and the others to either gasp or burst out laughing. Seob covers his face, embarrassed as hell, his blush growing out of control, but he knows you won’t compromise on this. He already fears looking at the group chat or the comments everyone will make the next time they meet, causing him to shrink in your arms and turn into your chest. 

You say bye to everyone, Theo’s mouth still agape in shock and Jiung still punching the floor laughing, while Keeho records with his hand over his mouth. But you ignore them and leave the room. 

As the door closes behind you Seob uncovers his face, which is now as red as the tips of his hair. “Why would you do that?” he groans. “I told you it’s not that bad, I can still walk.” 

You smile at his reaction, it was half of the reason why you’d picked him up like this in the first place. The other half being genuine concern, of course. “But what if your ankle gets worse,” you say pouty. “Your performance is at the end of the month, we need to make sure you’re back at 100% before then.” 

He sighs, accepting his defeat, just hoping no one else he knows sees him like this.

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[jongseonvs]

texts w/ bf! keeho ft. piwon/ brother! theo (reader is fm)

warnings: none!!

- key -

lover - keeho

theyoh - theo

souleater - soul

Morelos - a fake restaurant name that i came up w LOL

October 5 at 10:35 pm

lover: hey did i leave my jacket at your house

me : umm no, you put it in your bag before u left

lover: oh so we’re lying now ☺️?

me : 😭😭 you literally folded it and put it up, i think i would know

lover: my bag isn’t a luggage ….. stop gaslighting

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October 7 at 2:35 pm

lover: do you wanna go shopping

me: duhh pull up ho

lover: okay I’m outside hurry

me: why didn’t you tell me you were already here, i have 2 get ready 😭!

lover: why do you have to get ready it’s just the mall

me: exactly??? what if evan peters or zendaya is there

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{ lover , intak, +4 others }

October 10

intak: LMAO IKR…

Today at 12:55 pm

lover : some girl gave me a free t-shirt for her business promotion at the mall who wants it

intak: send pic

theyoh: who would do that for promotions

theyoh: if that was me, you’d be PAYING me to wear MY shii 🤣

you : literally shut up theo

soul eater: 😲

jongseob : oh my 😀😀

theyoh: girl no one’s talking to you why are you even in this gc

jiung: cs she’s keehos gf

theyoh: ok??? she’s my sister before his gf and i say kick her out who’s with me!!? ✊

lover has removed theyoh

jiung: LNFAOOOOAO

you : 😭😭😭

jongseob: brooo 😭

soul eater: “ψ (｀∇´) ψ

lover: LOL! 😆

intak: …..

intak: soooo are u gonna send the shirt pic????

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lover: what are you wearing for pink out day at the studio

me: idk….maybe….something….. pink!

lover: 😐

lover: send me a pic before you leave, i want us to match

me: ohhh why didn’t you just say that silly 😝

lover: shut the hell up.

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lover: let’s go out tonight

lover: i want to dance with you

me: aww where attt

lover: it’s a surprise!!

me: if its at morelos…..im not going.

lover: ……

lover: what’s wrong w morelos??!?!

me: all the waiters hit on you and give you their numbers

me: and pretend as if your beautiful amazing girlfriend isn’t next to you

lover: umm yeah i know you’re amazing and beautiful that’s why i purposely give their numbers to random people in the restaurant🤭

me: YOU WHAT

me: STEPH 😭😭😭😭

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[a/n] this is my first time writing something like this so let me know what you guys think!! ty for reading! <33 feedback is always appreciated and I love reading your comments!

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cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

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