#sungyoon imagines

[thepixelelf]

Hi!!! For the drabble requests, how about the title of one of my wips that's basically abandoned but I come back to every so often to mourn and wish it was an actually viable idea: "a melody for you, who are hiding in the dark", with Sungyoon from Golden Child? Preferably non-romantic if you don't mind 💞 thank you!!

- second bee aka @hui-ing aka @camellia-bee

hi bee!!! I love this title sm and what I wrote isn't romance but also?? idk what it is lol. all I know is that it's a slight red riding hood au

[a melody for you, who are hiding in the dark] There is a creature who lives in the shadows of the Morrigan forest.

Sungyoon has not met the creature, not face to face, if it has one, but he thinks he knows its name. He weaves it into his songs, which he sings as he walks down the barely-trodden path that leads to his home.

The Morrigan is a dangerous place -- a forest more alive than it should be. It hums with activity, easily heard at night for miles while the humans sleep. And yet, it has been long since Sungyoon felt scared travelling through the Morrigan's obsidian trunks and emerald leaves. His mother still despairs him going to visit his grandmother; she fears he will get lost, or worse. However, her own mother's ailing health has left her at odds, and she leaves a sweet kiss on Sungyoon's forehead every time he leaves for the short journey.

His grandmother refuses to leave her little cottage in the Morrigan. Sungyoon has never asked why. Though, he thinks he might know now.

You've never shown your face, or revealed your voice, but you protect him.

He thinks you must do the same for his grandmother, whose home in the middle of a forest that lives and breathes and kills stands just as it did when she and her husband built it all those years ago.

He thinks you do not have to follow him in order to protect him. You are not just a singular presence -- at times he'll sense you all around him, as everything, at once. He feels safe even when your presence is not nearby.

You are the forest.

Or, at least, a part of it.

But despite not having to be close by to protect him, he's found that you will drift along if he sings. Tonight, as the sun sinks in the sky and casts long shadows along the footpath, Sungyoon hums a tune he learned the other day. He wants to impress you, though he hardly understands that want.

"It's beautiful," he imagines you saying, whatever you are. "I haven't heard such a melody in ages."

He sings all the way home.

#golden child scenarios #golden child imagines #choi sungyoon scenarios #choi sungyoon imagines #sungyoon scenarios #sungyoon imagines #golcha scenarios #golcha imagines #gncd scenarios #gncd imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

[tranquilpetrichor]

the luck of the rabbit

cast: y (golden child) x gn!reader

wc: 437

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: mentions of being tired, barely proofread

notes: 새해 복 많이 받으세요! a late happy lunar new year—consider this a little gift. life's been very busy but fun lately, but i hope i find more time to write in the future, haha. the banner is mine, btw. (also, rabbit. bunny. whatever. still thought of sungyoon when i saw what year we were celebrating.)

you opened a new page in your sketchbook, and put pencil to paper for the first time in a few days. your grip was light on the pencil, as if you were letting it move of its own accord, merely following its will.

after about 15 minutes, the page was no longer blank, but filled with a large rabbit and a variety of other doodles. how freeing it was, to stay in your room, draw and forget about stress for a while.

you felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you glanced upwards with a smile. "sungyoon! when did you get back?"

"only a few minutes ago. the bakery was quite busy today, but that makes sense when it's the day before seollal."

"i'm sure you're happy that it's finally the year of the rabbit?" you joked. amongst your friends, everyone liked to joke that his features were rather bunny-like, especially when he smiled.

"of course!"

you ruffled his hair with one hand, pencil in the other. “i can't wait to celebrate with you and your family. i've missed seeing them!"

work had been busy lately, and although you enjoyed your job for the most part, you still needed to rest, but also, reflect on everything that had happened to you in the last 12 months. you were more than happy to start over and welcome the new year with open arms.

hopefully, spending time around your chosen family would raise your spirits.

sungyoon glanced at the intricate drawings in your sketchbook in awe. "wow, this is really beautiful. i remember that my cousins really loved your art—they smile so much around you."

you beamed with pride. "i'm glad. i'd be happy to draw some more for them!"

he motioned for you to sit beside him on your apartment couch, and gently laid his head on your shoulder, letting out a content sigh of relief.

"doing errands really tires you out at the end of the day," he said, and you couldn't help but giggle a little. you stroked his back fondly.

"let's just stay here a little while longer then."

he yawned and pulled you closer to him. "hey, can i take a picture of that rabbit drawing of yours later? for luck."

to that, you chuckled. "you're enough luck for the both of us, sungyoon."

the red lanterns scattered around the house, your sketchbook, the thought of delicious glass noodle stir fry, memories of the people you loved (including the one with his head now in your lap)—all of these would carry you into the year of the rabbit and hopefully beyond.

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[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Golden Child Y x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: (mentions of reader blushing) ✧ prompt: “Can I see your hand?” - “Sure, why?” - “Just to see how well it fits with mine.”

You glance over to your boyfriend sitting next to you, working on something on his laptop. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing, and everytime you try to steal a glance at his screen he becomes all secretive and makes sure you can’t see anything. Eventually you just sigh and give up, shaking your head at the serious expression on Sungyoon’s face and going back to minding your own business. You sit like that in silence for a while at the dinner table in his flat, until he suddenly breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“Can I see your hand?” Confused by his request you raise an eyebrow at him, but thinking it might have something to do with the secret he’s keeping on his laptop screen, you do as told.

“Sure, why?” 

“Just to see how well it fits with mine.” There’s a bright grin on Sungyoon’s face now, screaming “I tricked you!!”, and he doesn’t hesitate to intertwine his fingers with yours. Realizing that you walked right into his trap, you feel yourself blushing madly, and so you resort to shooting him a glare. This however only makes him laugh softly at you, and you don’t find it in you to do anything about him bringing your hand up to his lips.

“Cute,” he mutters as he kisses your knuckles, one after the other, the playful spark in his gaze only growing brighter as he watches your blush taking on a deeper shade of red with every kiss he places on your hand. His lips wander to the back of it, and he closes his eyes for a moment as he lingers there, and eventually he pulls away, apologizing with a content smile on his face. “Sorry, I was messing with you,” he says. “But you really are way too cute for your own good.”

“What are you even saying!” you can finally yell at him for making you feel like your heart was about to burst right then and there. “Choi Sungyoon, you-!”

“I what?” he questions, and there’s that victorious grin again, because he knows better than anyone that he has you wrapped around his finger and there’s no way you could actually be mad at him for this. Really, all you can do is whine, and it comes out more pathetic than you had planned too, so when he lets out a laugh of endearment and engulfs you in a tight hug you’re not sure if you should keep pretending to be angry with him or be thankful that at least like this he doesn’t have to see you blushing once again. 

“I love you,” he whispers as he brings some distance between you. “And I know you do too.”

“You’re horrible,” you sigh, and he immediately frowns at you.

“That hurt,” he mutters, acting as if he was taking your words to heart.

“Anyway,” you say, after somewhat collecting yourself. “What’s on your screen? Did that have anything to do with my hand? Because in that case you’re horrible at hiding your intentions.”

“Ahh, that…” Your boyfriend glances at his screen and then back to you, and you think you can see a hint of anxiety on his face. “Actually… I was planning on keeping this a secret from you…”

“Show me.”

“Only if you give me a kiss first,” he negotiates, causing you to let out yet another sigh. Your eyes find his lips briefly, and before you can feel yourself drawn to him too much, you look away. You’re not trying to let him bargain with you here, but resisting the temptation just because is harder than you thought.

“No,” you manage to say, and he pouts at you.

“Please?”

“Ugh… fine. But don’t try to play any tricks on me!”

“I’ll show you what’s on my screen, I promise,” he says, smiling softly now, in order to evoke a sense of trustworthiness in you. But you know your boyfriend and how much he likes to mess with people, especially with you. Still, you agree and you close your eyes when he leans in to kiss you. 

You can feel yourself being swept off your feet the second his lips come in contact with yours, just like it always is. There’s no way you could resist his kisses, or the way he caresses the skin on your cheek with his thumb when he cups your face, or the way his fingertips dance from the back of your neck down your shoulders in order to keep you close to him. Breathless, you part eventually, the aftertaste of his sweet kiss still lingering on your tongue, and for a moment nothing matters but the fact that he’s here with you.

“Then let me keep my promise,” he eventually tears you out of your daze with his words, and before you can answer he lets you see the screen of his laptop. But there’s nothing on it that could have anything to do with your hands whatsoever, just a page filled with text about some singing technique from what you can tell at a short glance.

“I-…” You’re speechless, but when you look at his face and the way he’s giggling at you now like a 5 year old that just pulled the prank of the century on one of his friends, you get up at once and start yelling at him. “I cannot believe you!! How dare you trick me again, Choi Sungyoon!” The guy in question merely laughs at your reaction, watching you complain for some time and then putting his hands onto your hips to pull you close to him at once.

“But you like it, don’t you?” he says, taking your face into his hands again. “When I tease you like this.”

“I don’t-?” you start another attempt at complaining to him, but when he brings you in to shut you up with another kiss, there’s really nothing you can do. And as you feel yourself melting against his touch once again, you soon forget all about your frustration, and you simply kiss him back.

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[blossom-hwa]

5 Year Anniversary Drabble Game - Golden Child m.list

Will be updated as the drabble game goes on :) please let me know if any links aren’t working!

Requests are closed!

⭐  – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – warnings

Scenarios Masterlist | Drabbles Masterlist | Drabble Game Post

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Reminiscence | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ Jangjun convinces you to take a vacation back home, where he shows you something you’d long forgotten. 

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The Earth Laughs in Flowers | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ On a rainy day that feels like the end, Jibeom finds a reason to smile. 

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Convenience Store Shenanigans | vampire!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ You go over to the supernatural convenience store to visit your vampire boyfriend, Donghyun. Shenanigans ensue. 

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[sungyoondiary]

Waiting For Sungyoon

The idea: a series of weekly drabbles until he comes back from his military service.

Notes: These are mostly under 1k words, fluffy drabbles portraying small, loosely connected episodes from the relationship of Sungyoon and the reader. I am imagining the reader to be female for this project. The episodes can be read separately or in order. Currently accepting suggestions for what scenes to include!

Starting late: July 8, 2023. Ending: September 19, 2024.

Updates: usually on every Saturday, exceptions are holidays (then I'll post on the actual days instead on the weekend) and if I get too busy.

#golden child #choi sungyoon #golden child y #golden child imagines #golden child scenarios #golden child drabbles #golden child fluff

[petekaos]

when seo joon tied the ring necklace around jiwoo's neck..........MARRIAGE!!!!!!!

hiii nonnie!!! THE MOST MATTER OF FACT PROPOSAL!!!!! i know for a fact that when seojoon and jiwoo get married (a quiet ceremony with just the most important people—pilhyun and homin and sungyoon and dakyung and yooha especially. they serve saffron risotto and kimbap) seojoon is NEVER going to stop flaunting his ring and talking about jiwoo as his husband. “oh my husband is such a good chef, he makes pasta from scratch at home” and “my husband has this lovely little restaurant down in dacham village” and “isn’t my husband just so handsome?” 🥺🥺🥺 oh i can just imagine seojoon laughing and going so shy (like the scene in ep 10 before they take out the trash) when jiwoo refers to him as his husband 😔 THEY’RE MARRIED!!!

#i adore them to bits and pieces 😭💗 #to my star #to my star 2 #rahul answers

[blu-joons]

Hiiii! I was wondering if you could please write some cute and sweet fluff with Sungyoon from Golden Child as your boyfriend?😊💜

Hi, thanks for the request but unfortunately I don’t do imagines 🥺

[blossominghunnie]

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[angelic-jeonghan1004]

[9:54 p.m] || Sungyoon

Request: can i request timestamp [9:54 p.m] with sungyoon + sweet kisses ?

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late I can't tell if I already did it and it's just buried and I never put it on my Masterlist or just completely forgot to but none the less here is this legit months or maybe a year late to which I’m so sorry but note I love you as one of my fave goldenness readers I hope you’re well <3

[9:54 p.m]

Sungyoon laid down with his arm propped up on the mattress that held his upper body up. You laid next to him, tucking strand of hair behind his ear taking the time to analyze his face for as long as you could. Your dear boyfriend got nervous under this form of attention so he decided to tease you in hopes your ears would turn as red as his. 

“You’re in love with me aren’t you? You cant stop staring”

“Oh shut up” You said with a small laugh starting to feel warm by the playful aroma. 

“Only if you kiss me” 

His *not so* annoying teasing had you unable to handle his flirty comment but you happily obliged. Slowly pampering his face with kisses all over his face that you were not less then a minute ago analyzing the same face.

#sungyoon scenarios #sungyoon imagines #sungyoon x reader #golden child sungyoon #daeyeol x reader #jangjun x reader #seungmin x reader #youngtaek x reader #jibeom x reader #jaehyun x reader #joochan x reader #bomin x reader #donghyun x reader #golden child x reader #golden child fluff #golden child imagines #gncd fluff #gncd scenarios #gncd imagines

[03csy]

[ 05:20 ] ; picture us

aaa first one on this acc !! hope yall like this hehe c:

“my family thinks we’re dating,” y/n looks up at sungyoon from her notebook, blinking her eyes a few times before diverting her attention away from him towards her notebook.

her pen doesn’t stop moving, eager to get the day’s revision over and done with. “and what’s the purpose of saying that?” y/n says offhandedly. her eyes not meeting sungyoon’s, too concentrated on her work.

“maybe i picture us together often, that’s why.” he replies, finishing the equation on his worksheet. he hums to himself, trying not to notice y/n's reaction.

y/n smiles, closing her notebook and letting out a satisfied sigh. she looks over to sungyoon, watching him study. he really looks good in glasses, she thought.

"sungyoon," the male hums back in response and she grins a bit before speaking.

"if you get a 90 on that paper, i'll let you take me out on a date." he looks at her expectantly, trying to find a hint of doubt on her face. but upon noticing her smile, he chuckles a little.

"bet."

#sungyoon imagines #y x reader #golden child imagines #sungyoon #choi sungyoon #choi sungyoon x reader #golden child #golcha #golden child x reader #golcha x reader

[sighjeongguk]

↳ choi sungyoon x reader

↳ words: 777

↳ genre: angst

↳ summary: mutual love isn’t always rainbows and butterflies. sometimes it is heartache. sometimes, it is this.

You open your eyes to darkness, to the soft pounding of knuckles against your door. You push yourself up onto your side, blinking blearily at the darkened living room. You didn’t mean to fall asleep here, but it happens so often that you’ve begun to wonder why you even have a bedroom. But then this happens—but then he comes, and you’re reminded why you fall asleep on the sofa instead of on your bed.

               You stand and tell yourself that you hate him. He has broken your heart so many times, has taken it into his hands and pulled it apart. You hate him, but you love him. He has fixed your heart every time, too; takes the pieces from his mess and puts them back together again. It happens so often you wonder if you are a puzzle, pulled apart and pieced together so many times that you’re not sure how you’re still standing. Maybe he’s holding you up. You hate him anyway. You hate him because you love him. You hate him because he doesn’t know if he loves you.

               In moments like these you think he has to, as you pull open the door to his tired eyes. When you see the way they light up once they land on you, how a smile stretches on his lips, slow and languid. He knew you’d answer the door even if you always told him you wouldn’t. You think maybe you should be stronger. You think maybe it’s time to stop loving him.

               He kisses you on your doorstep and you taste alcohol on his breath, but you know he’s not drunk. He never is. He has one drink to use it an excuse—to take his regret and swipe it under a rug woven by soju. I was drunk and it meant nothing. You wonder how he’d react if you told him you know. You wonder how he’d react if you tell him you love him.

               “Were you sleeping?” Sungyoon asks, and you walk backwards into your apartment, beckon him to follow you with a tug on his shirtsleeve. He closes the door behind him, takes off his shoes. He’s playing drunk but he’s bad at it. He even puts his shoes neatly next to yours.

               “Yes,” you answer, because you’re not sure he’ll care either way. Sungyoon gets like this when he hasn’t heard from you in a while. You’d think he’d get the hint that the things he does both hurt and heal you. You wish you could survive without him, but you’d tried that before and for six months you felt like dying. How he didn’t pick up on it then astounds you. You think maybe the excuse you gave—of too much work and a new relationship—was actually plausible enough.

               (Jangjun had picked up on it immediately, had taken you aside and told you to just stop it. As if it was that easy.)

               (Joochan said you should just tell him how you feel. Sungyoon isn’t good with words, can’t always put his feelings into them; but these actions speak a thousand of them and only half of them are bathed in good intentions. The rest are painted shades of heartbreak.)

               He presses you against the wall with his hands on your hips, and his lips find yours even though the lights are off. Darkness meets heartbreaker, girl meets boy. You tangle your fingers in his hair and lose yourself to the heartache.

 When morning comes, Sungyoon stands in the doorway. He slips his arms into the sleeves of his shirt, and he watches you. Head tilted to the side, lips pursed, eyes searching. He looks at you, and you look back at him, pushing yourself up again. Your bedsheets slip from your shoulders and pool atop your thighs. You say, “I love you,” because you can’t bear keeping it inside. It comes out tired and defeated, coated in charcoal and ash. He has burned you from the inside out.

               His fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt for a second before he lets his hands drop to his side. “How long?” He asks, and his voice is so small.

               “Forever,” you admit. It is less of a promise and more of a statement. It has been forever since you first loved him. It will be forever and more until you stop.

               “I’m sorry,” he says, and you know he is apologising for everything. For two years of heartbreak, for making your bedroom a place where you can only sleep with him by your side. “I think… I love you, too.”

               You smile. It’s small, tired. “I know.”

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[thepixelelf]

[feel my rhythm]

Choi Sungyoon is three things.

Your nextdoor neighbour, apartment-wise

An enthusiastic drummer

The bane of your existence

And you? At the top of your list, you normally — and proudly — jot down "patient".

But not today.

On any other day, you could put up with the relentless pounding Sungyoon rains down upon his drumset. It's a rubber set, of course; you doubt your shitty landlord would even give his deposit back after kicking him out if Sungyoon decided to play a real drumset half as often as he does the rubber one. With the dampened effect of the imitation drums, though, only you can hear the dull thud thud thud thud of Sungyoon's accursed rhythms, as his bedroom mirrors yours, and he's apparently tucked his set in the corner equivalent to where you've put your bed. No one else in the building has to deal with it.

And deal with it you have — for the last eight months since he's moved in. Every night, you'd tone out the thud thud thud thud and manage to study through it with some music playing, or, if the one-man concert went into the late hours, you'd shut your eyes and do your best not to grit your teeth before eventually falling into something of a sort-of-peaceful slumber.

You've never said a word.

On those off chances that you and Sungyoon would actually cross paths, you'd smile and wave in that we know each other but aren't friends kind of way and leave before a conversation could start up, no matter how slim of a chance it already was.

Not once have you complained. Not once have you ever even considered it a real, tangible problem.

You are patient.

...Except that a heavy feeling has settled in your chest over the last few hours; sat there and festered and rotted and grew and grew and grew and grew.

Thud thud thud thud.

Someone you're close to said you were a "people pleaser" today.

And, yeah, that's not the worst thing to say to a person. It's not even bad. You don't think you've ever heard the term in a negative context before.

But it's eating at you.

What they said after, too.

"I just wish you wouldn't let people walk all over you."

You don't let people walk all over you.

No.

And what is wrong with wanting people to be happy? Pleased with what you do with and for them? What is wrong with wanting to help people? If it means you have to grin and bear minor displeasures as a consequence, then shouldn't it be worth it? Doesn't everyone want to make everyone happy? Is that not painfully human?

You are not a damn pushover.

Thud thud thud thud.

You can't sleep. Can't even close your eyes without immediately opening them back up again because of that stupid thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud—

The next apartment's door appears in front of your eyes before all the blood in your head can flow to the rest of your body, and you rap your knuckles against the wood to the beat of the drums. When you hear the thudding stop, you cease your knocking, and something in your chest loosens.

Your resolve sticks tight.

Just as the door swings open, you go, "Are you a vampire?"

Sungyoon blinks at you, his wireless headphones loose around his neck. All that he's wearing is a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants, and you're reminded of the fourth thing Choi Sungyoon is.

Handsome. (Unfortunately.)

"Uh..."

"Because only a creature of the fucking night who's never even heard of sleep would think of playing those goddamn fucking drums at two A.M. in the goddamn motherfucking morning without even the slightest concern for their nextdoor neighbour, who — by the way — has never complained to anyone ever about the incessant noise they've had to bear for the last eight and a half months because they're a nice fucking person and not because they're some kind of 'people pleaser', and absolutely not because they're a goddamn pushover like everyone apparently thinks they are—"

Your attempt at the world's longest (and saddest) run-on sentence breaks of with a pathetic whimper, and it's then that you notice the tears running down your cheeks, as well as the mix of shock and fear in Sungyoon's eyes.

Instead of turning tail and running, you just stand there, your finger still held up in the accusatory way you'd pointed at him mid-rant. The tears won't stop, but your pride won't let you move. Your lips tremble. You say nothing more.

Sungyoon's gaze doesn't stray from your face, darting from your eyes to the furrow of your brow, to your quivering chin, to your eyes again.

"...Okay," he says softly, his voice like fresh, warm bedsheets. He gives you a slow nod, like any sudden movements will set you off. "I'll keep it down."

And that should be it. You should thank him and make your shameful exit, but you don't.

Your hand drops to your side, and your lips turn down at the corners, and all you can do is let out a single, broken sob.

Sungyoon doesn't move. He doesn't shut the door on you even though he should. He just watches.

And holds out his arms.

No thoughts run through your mind as you let yourself fall into his embrace — only feelings. Warmth. Safety. Comfort.

You nuzzle your face into him, not knowing or caring when he tenses a bit before relaxing again. Sungyoon rests his head against yours, and the arms that you'd left limp at your side float up to wrap around his torso.

"...Do you want to talk about it?" he whispers after some time. You don't know how long.

In the slightest of movements, you shake your head against him. "Tighter," you mumble instead.

Sungyoon squeezes you gently, more gently than you want right now, but you don't ask for more.

"Okay." He nods, which you feel rather than see. "Do you... want to come in? Have a glass of warm milk, or something?"

That makes you laugh, if not the faintest you've ever made such a noise, but Sungyoon still seems to hug you tighter, so you suppose he must've heard it.

"Are you trying to pacify me like a toddler that just threw a tantrum?"

"Um..." Sungyoon pulls back a bit, just enough that you can see his sheepish smile. "No?"

You let yourself laugh again, tears long gone, and you're almost certain Sungyoon's smile widens. "You'd really let me in?" you ask. "After I berated you for doing something you enjoy?"

"Well..." While he doesn't let go of you, Sungyoon looks away, refusing to look at you as he says, "Please don't think I'm some kind of creep, but..." He taps his fingers nervously upon you, then braves himself to meet your eyes once more. "I've kind of been wanting to invite you in for a long time now."

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[kkuromino]

[07:31] “honey wake up, it’s our anniversary.” your eyes flutter open to the sight of your husband sungyoon with his eyes still closed, obviously still as sleepy as you are.

it’s your first anniversary as a married couple. lucky for you both, it conveniently falls on a weekend, allowing you the freedom to celebrate your special day however you want. neither of you are very keen on extravagant celebrations, though, which is why your plans for today are kept very simple and intimate.

you two agreed to spend the day at home, share home cooked meals, watch your wedding videos, revisit the memories from when you were still dating, and probably expect some calls from friends and family. but as of this moment, it seems that all you both want is just a little bit more sleep.

snuggling closer to his warmth, you mumble sleepily into his chest, “happy anniversary baby....” you let your eyes close again. it certainly doesn’t help that the weather outside is so chilly. you can hear droplets of the morning rain softly tapping on your window, luring you back into slumber.

“five more minutes?” whispered your husband, his hand gently stroking the small of your back. “how about an hour?” he let out a soft chuckle before planting a kiss on your forehead. “alright baby,” he whispered again, “we have the rest of our lives.”

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[restlessmaknae]

hot & cold

When you decide to pay a visit to the newly opened ice cream shop, you don’t expect to have such a fun conversation with the employee and see his cute, bunny smile so many times.

♦ Characters: ice cream shop employee!Sungyoon x customer!you/reader

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

♦ Words: 1.2k

♦ Warning: -

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @dat-town​ because she deserves to have a Sungyoon story! 💖💖💖

You were over the moon when it was announced that there would be a Baskin Robbins on the corner of your apartment.

Baskin Robbins was the best thing to ever happen in Seoul after not having proper ice cream shops and they did deliveries, too, and since deliveries were incredibly fast within the country, you’ve always opted for them if you were craving some ice cream, their range was huge, the price-value ratio was also reasonable, not to mention that moving out to get your hands on ice cream usually took long enough for the ice cream to start melting by the time you would get home and dig into it, hopping onto your couch and cozily starting a movie.

So having one just a few metres from your flat meant that you could safely buy ice cream without worrying that it would melt, and it would be faster than deliveries too, so you couldn’t help but visit the newly opened shop on your birthday.

It was the day after the shop had opened and you felt like it was the universe’s way of celebrating your birthday because this was something you had been secretly hoping for, and it happened just in time for your birthday. How amazing!

That’s why you were so pumped up to walk into the shop and give your order by the counter after waiting for a few minutes in the line.

“Hey!” You greeted the raven-haired employee behind the counter with a wide smile.

“Hi! What can I get for you?” he inquired kindly, his lips displaying a polite and friendly smile, his bunny teeth showing. You definitely found this feature cute on him, but you wouldn’t say so out loud, let alone his cute mole on his neck.

“I’d like cherry, cotton candy, shooting star, rainbow sherbet in one large tub and blue monster, mint choco chip, banana n’ strawberry and almond bonbon in another large tub for takeaway,” you listed slowly to not miss out on any of the flavours your friends liked and also for him to keep up with your list of orders.

When the boy jotted down your wishes, he looked up, a few of his dark locks falling into his mesmerizing, pitch-black orbs, stars literally shining in them. There was a lopsided smile hiding in the corner of his lips, and it was partly his fault that your skin was already dressed in goosebumps, but the air-con inside was also pretty cold, so you felt like you should have brought something to cover your bare arms.

“Okay, noted. Are you having a party?” He raised an amused eyebrow in question while he was scooping the said ice cream flavours into the first tub, his eyes darting between your face and the sweets he was currently taking care of.

You let out a semi-awkward chuckle. Not that it wasn’t an unexpected question since probably not a lot of people came in for two large tubs of ice cream with eight flavours, especially not on his second day of work, but you found his casual yet friendly questioning quite cute.

“Yeah, actually. I have my birthday today, thus I’ve invited my friends over, and I’ve said ice cream is on me,” you explained with a half-smile, remembering back to that long group chat conversation about everyone voting for the best ice cream combinations and settling on the final eight choices. Since such tubs came with ice creams up to 4 flavours, you needed to minimize your friends’ huge list.

However, you definitely didn’t expect the raven-haired boy to ask another question while he was working on the ice cream.

“What year?”

“95,” you admitted with a raised eyebrow, not ashamed of your age (why would you, you are only 25 for god’s sake!). Yet, you were curious why it would matter to someone like him, but you didn’t even need to wait too long to get your answer.

“Then, that means I’m exactly four days older than you,” he responded, a knowing smile making its way onto his mellow lips, and it took you a few seconds to calculate that it meant that his birthday was on 31th July and he was a 95-liner just like you were.

“Alright, good to know,” you hummed to yourself, not quite sure that you would need this information in the future, but you weren’t sure that you wouldn’t need it either. He seemed like a friendly guy, and having a Baskin Robbins in your street was a huge thing anyway. You were pretty sure that you would come back in the future no matter how this conversation would end.

As he started scooping ice cream into the second tub, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine, and you looked around on instinct, checking out the air-con machines in the place.

 “Aren’t you cold though?”

You couldn’t help but blurt out since he was wearing sleeveless shirts under his labelled apron that were given to employees, and even though you didn’t see if he wore jeans or shorts, but you were already freezing in your own sleeveless blouse and you had only been there for a few minutes.

“Maybe I’m too hot for this,” the boy mentioned casually, shrugging his shoulders, but when he didn’t get a reply for a few seconds, he looked up and laughed at your perplexed expression. “Sorry, that was a bad joke,” he apologized with a toothy smile, and you swore it was contagious because you immediately found yourself smiling with him despite your previous shocked state.

“No. It was actually good…” You mused out loud, reassuring him that he hadn’t crossed the line. “Just unexpected,” you confessed, letting out a giggle by the end, and you were sure your cheeks were tinted burgundy, but the guy didn’t seem to mind. He gave you a grateful smile in return and finished the second tub diligently.

You dealt with the payment after, the customer behind you already fuming a bit under his breath, but you didn’t want to leave so abruptly, and you felt like it wouldn’t be too much if you asked something more, so you spoke up before leaving:

“By any chance, do you always work at this hour?”

The raven-haired boy seemed genuinely surprised at first, but his O-shaped mouth slowly dissolved into a wide smile, accompanied by a nod.

“Yes, during weekdays, I have the afternoon shift,” he explained almost as shyly yet proudly as you were looking at him, and you took this information with you alongside the two tubs of ice cream, smiling to yourself as you exited the place.

Needless to say, you came back time and time again, getting to know this boy bit by bit while he was getting to know your most beloved flavours one by one, and after a while, the sleeveless guy from the newly opened ice cream shop with his cute bunny teeth and raven hair turned out to be so much more, and you were never as happy that a Baskin Robbins opened in your street than when you could get to know Sungyoon because of it.

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[blossom-hwa]

inspired by too many red thread of fate fics on ao3. sue me. inspiration post here (flowers changed from amaranthus to camellias), the title is the same as the k-drama but they’re completely unrelated

wc: 946 ~ sungyoon x gender neutral!reader ~ soulmate!au (red thread of fate), hanahaki!au ~ triggers: blood ~ golden child masterlist

for @thepixelelf​ (our war will never be over) 

~ Love hurts.

[ when the camellia blooms ] “Don’t.”

The word sounds more like a rasp than your voice. You’re half certain that’s the reason why Sungyoon stops speaking and not the command itself. 

It feels a little like a scene out of a sitcom. Or a drama, maybe. That would probably match the mood a little more. For some reason, though, the sight of Sungyoon staring so wide-eyed with his mouth half open makes you feel a hysterical little giggle rising in your throat. 

Of course, with the giggle comes the tickle of petals, too. 

Jangjun shifts from where he sits next to your pristine white bed, eyes narrowing out of the corner of your vision. You can feel the weight of his gaze even though it isn’t directed at you, but at the boy you stopped short with a single word. Fury. Anger. Misguided, very misguided considering your actions and the fact that Sungyoon knows nothing, knew nothing, was always supposed to know nothing until you got yourself landed in the hospital with flowers and blood choking your throat. 

Damn love. Damn flowers. Damn camellia petals you keep flushing down toilets and hiding in napkins. Damn symbol of everything you lost when you snipped the red thread with those silver sharp scissors, a love that you could never forget but that you will never attain. 

Against your will, you look down at your pinky where the thread hangs limp, slightly frayed at the end where your silver scissors snipped it. It takes every effort not to glance at Sungyoon’s finger, where you know you’ll find a second unraveled string to match.

“Don’t,” you repeat, and it comes out a little clearer this time after you cough several soft, white flowers onto the sheets. “Don’t tell me I should try, Sungyoon. I’ve heard that from too many people.” You look at him, tearing his gaze away from the red-tinged pure white blooms. When he meets your eyes, a little bit of sick satisfaction swells in your chest to see shame in them.

Out of the corner of your eye, Jangjun clears the petals away without a word. You’ll never not be grateful for him, the best friend you needed when the universe decided your secret had to be spilled to the world, the unrequited love in your heart blossoming into camellias that tickle your throat.

Not the best friend from birth whose thread you cut out of love, leaving your heart to show its blood in the red string dangling from your finger. 

The sick satisfaction turns truly sick at the thought though, leaving behind none of the guilty happiness at the thought of Sungyoon understanding your pain barely, just barely. He was your best friend. Still is - one of them, at least. None of this can erase the years you spent together because none of it is his fault. He didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to know. 

All he did was fall in love, just like you did.

“But - why?” Sungyoon finally asks, voice barely above a whisper. You look him in the eyes and they’re watering, reddened with tears, and again your heart twinges and your throat tickles at the reminder that he does love you, does care for you and always has, just not in the way that the universe intended him to and now you’re paying the consequences for thwarting fate -

A round of coughs convulses your body, a shower of blood-spotted petals and flowers falling from your lips as Jangjun pats your back sharply once, twice, three times. When you finally look up, wiping blood and spit from the corners of your lips, the tears have begun to roll down Sungyoon’s face. 

“He loves someone,” you say, and it isn’t a lie. Not like every excuse you’ve thrown his way recently to get out of seeing him, to avoid the gentle tickle of deadly flowers growing in your throat. It’s clear that it’s the truth by how easy it is to say - it’s always been hard to lie to Sungyoon, after all. “I won’t interfere with that.”

Sungyoon doesn’t say it, not really. But you can see the question form on his tongue anyway, never really moving past his lips but staying there, loud and clear even in the silence of the stale air. 

Why?

“Because I love him.” It’s so easy to confess your love when Sungyoon doesn’t know the him in your words means him, the boy sitting in front of you and returning your gaze. “And I would do anything for him to be happy.”

Next to you, Jangjun takes your hand and squeezes it once. 

“Even if it hurts you?”

A sudden jolt shudders through your body and you convulse once more, coughing and coughing even though nothing but bloody spittle falls from your lips. Jangjun pounds your back harshly as you double over and cough, cough, cough - but nothing’s coming out and as both boys start to call your name you think that this really is the end, you’re going to die now without having given Sungyoon the answer he needs -

Something finally falls from your lips, white and blurred by the tears of pain watering in your eyes. You choke out another round of coughs, the taste of blood on your tongue, before wiping the tears away enough to see it.

Trembling fingers pick up the spotless white camellia, completely devoid of any scarlet tinge. Even under the sharp fluorescent lights of the hospital room, it looks beautiful. 

You smile. It must look gruesome, the corners of your lips still lightly stained red. 

“Love hurts,” you say. 

A drop of blood falls on the clean white petals. 

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