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p0ckykiss · 13 days
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good morning love - mark lee
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summary -> mark appreciating you in a sleepless state and playing the guitar for you.
-> another repost from my old account!
the plain white bed sheet, wrinkled and warm, looked so lovely with you laying on it–thought mark. lusciously laying there in a sleepless state, eyes closed and lips dry. yet you looked as beautiful as ever.
his eyes kept moving down, examining you.
oh, your bare-less neck, covered in only a couple moles. he felt the need to mark it–to kiss it with his plump pink lips. there, only lay a gold necklace with a small jeweled heart. it looked cheap and plain yet it made you look rich; beautiful.
mark absolutely loved it on you–when his lips met the cold metal when kissing you all over.
mark glanced at your hard nipples poking out of your thin cami top. he loved how it made you most comfortable to sleep without a bra, to feel free. this light pink flowery top you were wearing made you look innocent. it was pretty, thought mark.
his fingers delicately grazed your open stomach and underwear band with his hand scratching you ever so slightly.
mark watched you start to stir awake, your face now turning to the wall. mark barely smiled and finally stood up from his bare knees, moving to sit on the floor. he picked up your beige-colored acoustic guitar against the wall and strung a couple chords, looking to see if you awoke.
nope.
mark started to softly play in the tune of your recently most loved song–that being ‘get you’ by daniel caesar. he admired this song too, finding it so calming and breathy. the soft words spoken about diving into your lover and worrying about losing them. constant worry of just being so lucky to have you. wondering, what did he do to find you?
mark hadn’t thought of finding his true lover, he knew it was impossible, but he’s always wanted to love someone. he envied those who had someone to go home to holding someone in their arms like they were too scared to let go. mark wanted to feel that love so bad. it came sudden when he contemplated if he was even good enough to be loved. the time just taking forever.
“through drought and famine.. natural disasters.. my baby has been around for me,” mark started softly. he softly tapped the chords and bobbed his head to the rhythm. he looked behind and saw you now sleepily staring at him.
you flashed him a small smile, looking at mark as you lay on your right arm. mark blushed and teeth-ily smiled back at you.
“good morning love, did i wake you?”, mark spoke, stopping his singing. “mm-mmh”, you mumbled softly, “keep singing for me”
“but then you’ll fall back asleep”, mark frowned. he didn’t listen to himself and turned back to play. his bare shoulders tensing against the cold air; his slender fingers delicately strumming over the same strings.
you loved mark so much, god, it felt like too much. like, you couldn’t even love him enough. like there wasn’t enough room in your heart to love all of him.
was love supposed to feel this tight? did it sound obsessing? probably.
but, well, mark just felt the exact same way.
it always felt perfect when you were both together and you never want it to end.
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p0ckykiss · 16 days
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p0ckykiss · 18 days
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finals - jeon jungkook
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summary -> how were you supposed to pretend you weren’t in love with your best friend
Jungkook taking his shirt off wasn’t a new event. It certainly wasn’t out of character for him, considering the guy sweat like a pig in a sauna and seemed to constantly have a body temperature similar to that of an active volcano. But right now, you couldn’t ignore the spectacle that was happening before you.
You’d seen Jungkook’s bare torso more times than you could count on your fingers by now, but right here, right now, it was like the sun appearing from behind dark, grey clouds. Suddenly, your biology mock exam paper was almost forgotten as your pen tightened in your hand.
Inch by inch, Jungkook revealed his tan, smooth skin as if he was auditioning for a job at Abercrombie and Fitch, his jeans hung low on his hips as your eyes zoned in on the V-line you’d heard all about. Your friends had told you repeatedly that Jungkook possessed one of them, but now you were noticing it, the whole thing was a big game changer. When his shirt was all the way off, he had the audacity to turn his back to you, his skin flexing and rippling as he threw the shirt over his head so it would hit you directly in the face. Fuck, how his smell was on you, covering you in a heady mix of rosewood and a hint of the summer sheen of sweat he’d been complaining about. The odd feeling that crept from your stomach out to the tips of your fingers and toes almost made you angry, confused at where all this had come from and what you were meant to do with it.
“Jungkook, you’re disgusting! Get your sweaty ass shirt off my bed,” Throwing it back at your best friend, he simply hiccuped a laugh, a dorky sound that managed to bring you back down to earth a little more. He caught the shirt with one hand, tossing it on the ground where he settled back down to continue working on his paper. You feigned concentration, eyes skipping from the paper below you to Jungkook’s calm, relaxed face as he furrowed his brows. His hair hung over his forehead, and you noticed a couple of strands were stuck to his skin from the perspiration. He nonchalantly reached up, pushing the hair off his forehead and revealing his forehead to your widening eyes.
Had he always been this hot? Had he really?
“Okay, I can’t concentrate. It’s too hot in here,” You pushed your body up from the bed, swivelling your legs to set your feet on the carpet, “Lets go drive and get ice cream or something. I can’t work in these conditions,”
Jungkook’s lips dipped at the corners, but he did nothing to protest, standing as you swiped his shirt off the ground.
“And put this on, nobody wants to see that,” That was the fattest lie you’d ever told, but your face remained passive as Jungkook rolled his eyes before taking the shirt from you. He pulled it on over his head, and you bit back a smile at the way his black hair became ruffled, haphazardly hanging just over his grinning eyes.
“You know this is only for you, Y/N,” He plucked at your nose, and you batted him away, trying your hardest to look disgusted like you would any other time. As you pushed him out of your room, you rubbed at your cheeks, desperate to hide the blush that had appeared out of nowhere.
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p0ckykiss · 19 days
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lovesick - lee haechan
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summary -> haechan is sick, and you are more than happy to take care of him.
warnings -> friends but they have a crush on each other😱
haechan laid in bed, sniffling. he had pulled the comforter back onto his body and curled up.
on the TV was his favorite show, he was currently rewatching it whilst he fought off his cold with rest.
lord knows where he had caught it, but it was unfortunate. days after he had decided to start his trek to college by moving out, he was sniffling and sneezing.
thankfully, he was able to postpone the college signup and tour, and get help moving into his apartment.
“i thought I told you to cover up with the sheet, not the comforter, hyuck,” you slowly opened the door, holding a plastic bag. “i only left for fifteen minutes.” you pulled the thick blanket off of him and folded it at the end of the bed.
the mask covering your face made it hard to see your expression, so haechan returned eye contact with his big, beautiful, brown doe eyes. “i’m cold.”
“i know you get cold, but we have to bring your temperature down. and you refuse to eat ice cream”
“speaking of temperature, I have to take yours again.”
he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. “because you want me to eat the kind that doesn’t taste as good.” haechan really wanted you to take off your mask, because.. he just wanted you to.
you were gorgeous, and admiring your face could probably cure his sickness.
you shook your head. “i bought an alternative,” a few treats were pulled out of the bag. “ice pops. they’re cheap, and they are basically shaved ice. you can eat as many as you want, anything for the sake of you getting better.”
the thermometer that you had also pulled out of the bag was placed in haechan’s mouth.
haechan pouted while it took his temperature, because of how babied he was right now. it was to get him better faster, but he was supposed to be an adult, moving out into his old place. yet here you were, taking care of him.
“did you get any rest?” you held his face in your hands. partly to just coddle him further.
the thermometer beeped, and you took it out.
102 degrees.
still lower than the previous day.
“no.. I feel like my insides are on fire,” his voice was nasally and cute, the entirety of his nose red and irritated.
“and that’s what the ice pops are for, hyuck,” you peeled off the seal and handed it to him.
he took it from you, and stuck it in his mouth. immediately, his body felt a little more at peace, and his muscles relaxed.
earlier, he tried eating ice.
all that did was hurt his teeth. this was a happy solution to that madness. “how many did you buy?” he mumbled around the pop.
“i bought six, because I knew you would like them. they’re pretty big, so it should last you today and tomorrow. and just so you know these aren’t meals.”
“yeah, yeah,” haechan rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV.
“while you’re occupied, let’s take the sheet off of you, too,” you climbed onto the bed and laid next to him, close enough for comfort, but far enough to keep him from heating up. “you need to rest, once you’re done, got it?”
again, he rolled his eyes, but laid his head against your shoulders. his legs were tucked close to his body.
the show was getting good.
even if he was with you, he wouldn’t want to miss any of it - despite the fact that he was watching it again.
the couple in the show were getting closer, and he could actually see their chemistry. “look, look, they-” haechan pouted.
the ending music of the episode was playing, just as it seemed they would kiss. “how long have you been sleeping..” he set the empty ice pop inside the bag and grabbed another one.
best take advantage of this moment. haechan let you rest back on the pillows, curling you into his side as much as he wanted while covering you up with the sheet.
for extra measure, he slipped the mask off, down and under your chin.
“much better.” haechan grinned proudly.
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nearly two episodes down the line, he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, and he began to miss a few seconds of the show at a time. as a boring and ineffective part played out, his eyes began to shut. just then, you decided to wake up.
“hyuck..” you groaned, sitting up. “you didn’t even take your medicine..” it took you several moments to realize that your mask was off, but when you did, you playfully slapped his arm.
“stop, stop! I just wanted to see your face,” haechan pouted for the nth time this visit. “i’ll take my medicine if you give me a kiss.”
you pulled the medicine out of the bag and measured it out. “if you get me sick, I will be so mad at you, lee haechan, because some of us have to function in the real world, as fully functioning adults.” you held his chin and gave him a prolonged peck before handing him his medicine.
“hey!” it was hard to tell what part of his face was blushing, and what was red from his cold.
the way that you nonchalantly acknowledged the feelings you had for one another is what really sealed the deal for him. “thank you,” haechan mumbled as he took the medicine.
“i’m going now, before I catch more germs than I can afford.”
he stood up and grabbed your hand. “goodbye.” haechan’s eyes were wide, and he was feeling much bolder now that he was satisfied and not feeling like his insides were an inferno. he wrapped his arms around your torso and laid his head on your shoulder.
“goodbye, hyuck, take care of yourself while i’m gone, okay?” you rubbed his back and kissed his head. “my phone is always on if you need me.”
haechan retreated back to his bed, where he listened to you leave, before pulling out his phone to text you an unnecessarily long series of heart themed emojis.
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p0ckykiss · 2 months
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the sound of flowers blooming - lee heeseung
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summary -> you are shooting a couple photoshoot with your co-star lee heeseung. but what happens when you're told to look into each other’s eyes, and you realize that you really wanted to kiss him, and not just pretend?
warnings -> female reader x heeseung, alternate universe - actors, feelings realization, first kiss, fluff
"come quick, y/n. we’re already late because of this meeting." 
minji, your manager, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you out the door and into the underground parking lot.
"you’re telling me to hurry just because you're impatient to see your boyfriend,” you groaned, dragging your feet towards the van parked in between two smaller cars. 
“i'm sure you're impatient too, your beloved heeseung is waiting there too,” minji playfully tapped your back, “he must be looking so pretty all dolled up for your photoshoot.”
you rolled your eyes, although some odd feeling lodged itself at the pit of your stomach when you thought about having to shoot a couple photoshoot with your co-star. you heard minji click on the car keys, and watched as she came to slide the door open for you. 
"beloved?" you scoffed, "i hate him." 
"hate?" minji repeated as she sat down in the driver seat and started the car, glancing in the rear view mirror to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "then why does your face light up everytime you see him? and why do you smile at him like he hung the stars one by one in the sky?” 
"that’s acting! if you film a romance drama with someone of course you have to look at them as if you’re in love with them in front of the cameras!” you replied in one breath. “i’m an actor, acting is what I do… what kind of bullshit are you spitting?” 
“hey, watch your mouth! i’m still your manager! i regret ever telling you to talk to me as if i was your friend, you've gotten way too comfortable.” 
in the span of maybe 10 seconds, you found yourself sitting down in a chair, with hair and makeup stylists preparing you in a hurry.
"done. not surprising for our beautiful y/n, we don’t need much to make you look pretty,” said the hair stylist while looking at your reflection in the mirror. 
you shyly bowed your head and thanked her, which earned you a fond smile and a gentle pat on the head -while making sure not to mess up your hair, of course. as soon as she stepped away, you turned around in your chair to see if heeseung was here, but he was nowhere to be found. where the hell was he?
“y/n, come this way please.” 
a staff member clapped their hands together to get your attention and led you to the photoshoot set on the opposite side of the floor. 
as soon as you walked in, you were left speechless. in such a beautiful space, was an even more beautiful man waiting for you. like a flower among the flowers surrounding him, there heeseung was. his wavy blonde hair suited him perfectly, framing his delicate features with gold highlighting his cheeks and making him shine in a way that could rival the sun. when your eyes met, a smile bloomed on heeseung's face. wow, so beautiful- wait, get it together y/n.
“y/n, you came?”
his voice was also so sweet… you hated it. 
“yes, i’m here.” 
“they styled your hair really prettily,” he gently touched a strand of hair dropping on the side of your forehead, spreading goosebumps all over your exposed arms. his touch was so soft… you hated it. “it looks good on you.” heeseung smiled. that smile was about to ruin you. 
“one last pose. y/n, please come a little bit closer. look into heeseung's eyes, as if you were about to kiss.”
your eyes opened wide in surprise upon hearing that, and you stopped in your motion. it was nothing new for you to be so close, especially when filming a romantic comedy, but somehow it felt different today. heeseung's lips formed that smirk he often had, the same smirk that made your heart flutter, and he touched your cheek to tilt his head so your eyes would meet. time stopped, as if it was only the two of you in the room. at that moment, you heard it, the sound of flowers blooming.
“okay, cut!” the photographer clapped. “everyone, you did well. thank you.”
you brushed heeseung's hand off and shot up. you hurriedly bowed and greeted the staff before running to the waiting room. 
it was hot. too hot. as soon as you bolted in, you grabbed a water bottle and chugged it before taking a deep breath. 
why… why the hell did you feel like you were suffocating whenever heeseung came close? you sat down with your head in your hands, pressing your cold palms on your eyelids.. you couldn't figure out what you were feeling. was it truly hatred?
you hated how heeseung's smile made your heart race. you also hated that heeseung had such pretty lips. you also hated how much you wanted to kiss heeseung. you wanted to believe that you truly hated him because if you hated heeseung, it would make everything so much easier. 
“what are you doing? why did you run away?” 
that damned voice. when you heard it, you weren’t sure you could hold yourself back any longer. 
you replied with your head still in your hands, not courageous enough to look into his eyes. “it was hot. i wanted to get changed quickly.” 
heeseung brought a warm hand to your shoulder. it felt like the contact was burning your skin through the layer of fabric separating you. “you’re still wearing the same shirt, though? do you want me to help you with that?” 
frustration rose within you. you pushed his hand away and stood up, looking at him with a dark gaze, “please, leave.” 
"but i don’t want to." heeseung tilted his head, showing that insufferable smirk once again. 
"heeseung, please leave." you pleaded, your voice sounding much weaker than you wanted it to.  
heeseung took one step closer, and your heart began to race against you will like it always does. it's like you're not master of your own body anymore.
"i said i didn’t want to. tell me. what’s going on?" 
you passed a hand through your hair, gripping a fistful of it and sighed. “i'm saying this because i don’t know what i’m capable of doing right now. so. please. leave.” 
a look of surprise briefly ghosted on his face before taking another step closer. it was getting dangerous. he was way too close, causing you to forget how to breathe again. 
“y/n… no way…,” his smile widened, “don’t tell me you really want to kiss me?” 
you couldn’t hold his intense gaze and looked down at the ground where nothing could draw you in and trap you. “can you please just leave me alone?” you mumbled, although you weren't sure it was what you wanted anymore. 
heeseung brought a hand to your chin and tilted your head up so you would look him in the eyes, knocking the air out of your lungs. “no. i don’t want to leave. i told you, i don’t want to. do whatever you want. i was waiting for you to.” 
your brain short-circuited at those last words. you couldn’t speak another word. was this real? was this a dream? did heeseung really say that? was he acting again? 
“will you just keep staring at me like that? or will you stop holding back and actually do what you've been craving since we first met?” heeseung asked. 
“ugh, will you shut up, lee heeseung?” 
you grabbed heeseung's shirt and pulled him in until your lips met before he could utter another word. finally, you really kissed him. it was even better than when filming the drama, because you didn't need to think about when to stop, when to close your eyes, or how to make it look good for the camera. without a care in the world, you kissed him because you wanted to. 
as heeseung's hand made it's way to your waist, you heard it once again… the sound of flowers blooming. 
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p0ckykiss · 4 months
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hi guysss i completely forgot about my haechan smau and probably wont finish it, but dw a new one will be coming soon. I PROMISE TO WORK ON ITT BETTER
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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every second is a highlight - lee heeseung
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summary -> heeseung's always had a soft spot for you. it takes a little while longer for him to realise that it's actually something more.
genre -> fem!reader x heeseung, fluff, idiots in love, don't realise they like each other, tiny hints of angst
heeseung swirls the drink in his hand as he waits outside. he didn’t think things through, acted on impulse when he’d seen the flood of messages after his work. this is the only solution he could come up with, wanting to cheer his friend up. heeseung sighs softly, looking down at the melting drink. the tips of his fingers are frozen but he bears the tingling. he switches over, blowing hot air to keep himself warm.
it’s worth it though.
you come out of his building, beaming smile as you spot heeseung by the stairs. if it hadn’t been for the brick wall beside him, heeseung's sure he would’ve dropped the drink. all of a sudden, you run to him, enveloping heeseung in your arms. there’s a lot of squealing in his ear, but he pays it no mind. it’s normal with you and over the years, heeseung can say that he’s immune. he’s aware of the co-workers staring at them, so heeseung pulls away hesitantly. it doesn’t affect you, though. you intertwine your fingers, waving to the others before tugging heeseung away.
“you came all the way to give me my favourite drink?” you ask in between sips. “you didn’t have to, you know. i always rant about work.”
“how often do you end up in a fight with your superior?” heeseung rolls his eyes. you offer a sip of your drink then and without hesitation, he takes a greedy sip.
“ya, that’s like half the drink.” you scoff, grumbling under your breath. “you could’ve gotten your own.”
heeseung doesn’t like any of those drinks though. he doesn’t want to say no to you when you're offering sips of your own. can’t watch your crestfallen face upon rejection. he wonders how long he’ll be able to pull that off for.
“it tastes better.” heeseung grins through his lie. “maybe because it’s yours?”
even though teasing you is a second nature to him now, it goes both ways. heeseung has lost count of the number of times he’s caught you stealing his hidden gummies in the kitchen. he’s come to the decision of stocking that cupboard with all of your favorite snacks. because you love taking them away.
there’s a tug on heeseung's fingers and he realizes you are trying to point out to something. he’d forgotten you were holding hands. the cold from earlier has dissipated, the searing warmth from you is all that he can feel. heeseung keeps a tight hold, not wanting to let go.
“what is it?” heeseung squints.
“can we get some food?” you point to the shop by the road. “i skipped lunch.”
“you told me you ate lunch.” heeseung furrows his eyebrows. he remembers asking earlier and you had confirmed that you did. you've been so busy with work, heeseung has to make sure to remind you during the day.
“before you get mad at me, i was on my way to get lunch. but then, someone needed my help.” you mumble. “i would’ve assigned it to someone else. if only anyone else could do it.”
“i’m dropping by your work tomorrow. we’re eating lunch together.” heeseung sighs, walking towards their new destination.
“no, you won’t. hee, your work is twenty minutes away. by the time you reach me, you’ll lose half your lunch. there’s not enough left for you to return.” you shake your head. “i promise i won’t do it again. just this one time.”
it’s never one time, but heeseung lets it go. butting heads with you about this ends up with you both going in circles. maybe he’ll start organising a weekly meal plan for you both.
“oh, y/n, you’re back!” the elderly woman running the shop greets you first, smiling brightly. “you told me you were going to come last week.”
“i know, i’m really, really sorry. work has me busy.” you apologize. “i promise to eat whatever you recommend today.”
heeseung looks between the two, wondering how often you end up coming here during work hours or after.
“did you bring your boyfriend today?” the owner glances at heeseung. “i hope you’ve been taking care of y/n. she spends too much time working.”
the tips of your ears turn red and heeseung chuckles at your flustered state. he’s not sure if the reaction is about the insinuation of you being together or you over-working.
despite the craving to let you suffer a little longer, heeseung chooses to come to the rescue.
“i’m her good friend, heeseung. we grew up together.” heeseung introduces himself. “i’m trying to keep an eye on her but she likes lying about when she’s eating.”
“it was just today!” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest.
the owner laughs, shaking her head. “let’s go. there’s some empty seats on the other side.”
as soon as you sit down, heeseung notices you shiver. you rub your hands, hoping to generate some heat. your blue coat clearly not enough to keep you warm. heeseung pulls over his jacket, thrusting it in your hands. you look confused for a moment before shaking your head.
“i’ll be fine once i eat.” you push it back towards heeseung.
“you’re shivering. don’t make me zip you up.” heeseung threatens. it wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it. you tend to stubborn about your own wellbeing, choosing to sacrifice it for some silly reasoning.
“won’t you be cold?” you frown. “what if you get sick?”
“living with you for so long has me prepared for your lack of foresight. i have another jacket.” heeseung quips, ignoring your offended gasp.
your bickering is quashed when the food is put down on your table. heeseung watches in amazement as you wolf down at least four pieces in one go. it leaves behind a trail of sauce all over your lips and heeseung grimaces. he wipes it away aggressively with a tissue.
“no one is taking the food away from you. can you eat slowly?” you grin at heeseung's comment.
for once, you listen to heeseung's advice. you take smaller bites and there’s less of a mess. you end up taking at least half of heeseung's bowl too, but there’s no complains on his side. as long as you are satisfied and happy, nothing else matters.
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“heeseung, wake up.”
someone is shaking him. the tiredness in his body makes him crave more rest and he rolls over, ignoring the disruption.
“we’re going to be late.”
this time, the blanket is ripped off the bed and heeseung shivers as the chilly air hits him. slowly, he opens her eyes, squinting at the person towering over him. y/n? heeseung rubs the sleep away, sitting up slowly as he struggles to make sense of the situation.
“awake now? we have twenty minutes to make the next bus or else we’re screwed.” you help him off the bed. “how the hell did you sleep through your alarm? you’re better than me.”
he remembers briefly stirring in his sleep, but the late night yesterday had taken a toll. heeseung promises himself never to drink with jay and jake on a work night again.
“you could’ve gone to work. my stop is earlier than yours.” heeseung frowns as he looks at the time. you will be late. why did you stay back with him?
“i already called in about my lateness and it’s fine. sometimes over-working has its perks. they were nice about it.” you scrunch up your nose. “i’ll grab you something for breakfast. get ready, okay?”
nodding meekly, heeseung hurries off to get dressed. there’s something suspicious about the way you are acting. did something happen last night? his memory is foggy beyond the point of him downing shots with jake. he’s adding this to the long list of reasons to lock their wine cabinet in the kitchen.
“ready? let’s go.” you hand heeseung his bag, as well as his breakfast. “i’ll meet you after work so that we can go to the café together?”
“what café?” heeseung asks. he doesn’t recall having a conversation about anything of the sort.
you snicker, adding to heeseung's confusion. “i knew you were out of it from your second glass of wine yesterday. jay wanted to visit the café he’s been raving about for a week. you said yes to it last night.”
oh.
“right. i can come to you, if you want?.” heeseung says as you both reach the bus stop. “you’re already busy, plus you’re late today because of me.”
“i am late and we’re going to be on a crowded bus.” you sigh. “heeseung, the direction of the café is towards your work. there’s no point in you coming to me for us to go back.”
the point is made and heeseung realizes the logic behind it. even though he’d rather pick you up from work, there’s no use doubling the travelling.
he spots the bus at the stop, a sense of dread brewing in his stomach. peak hour public transport is the worst. there’s no place to sit, no place to stand. people don’t want to take the empty seats next to strangers. and heeseung hates crowded buses.
you reach out then, loosely interlacing your fingers. you smile softly at heeseung, squeezing his hand lightly. “it’ll be okay. you board first.”
heeseung hasn’t been able to figure it out yet, but somehow you know when he’s unsettled. you know when heeseung is nervous. know when he needs that extra bit of support. and even though he asks you every time, you just shrug your shoulders.
feeling the reassurance of your support has never been an issue. you're vocal about chasing away insecurities and love to show it too. that’s what heeseung appreciates the most. you ground him, anchoring heeseung in the times even he himself doesn’t realize how much he needs it. it’s taken the years of your friendship to realize that your habit is to put everyone else first and then yourself. you cater for the needs of others, their stories, their worries. it gives heeseung the push to do the same for you.
as you both squeeze through the people on the bus, your grip on heeseung only tightens. you let out a shaky breath only when you reach the back of the bus. heeseung glances over at the seats, perking up at the sight of an empty one. he ushers you over before you have a chance to argue. for a moment, heeseung swears he spots a glare on your face, but the bus lurches and you stumble, sitting on the seat.
heeseung giggles, inherently winning an unspoken argument. you will always be the priority in his eyes.
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“oh, you’re out early.” you walk beside heeseung as you leave the building.
heeseung zones out as you start talking about jay. there’s a dull pain in his chest. one he wants to erase. is it the thought of losing you? heeseung can’t quite comprehend the reasoning. hearing you ramble on and on about jay's funny jokes at work is rubbing him the wrong way.
“–love it more. are you even listening to me?” you pause, crossing your arms over your chest.
no, he isn’t. heeseung opens his mouth to reply but you wave him off.
“we’re here. i’ll pay today.” you say, walking inside the shop.
you regret saying that later when you're at the cashier. heeseung smiles smugly at the long receipt being printed out. of course, he’d take advantage of the offer.
you bicker about it all the way to the café, neither wanting to relent. thankfully, one of your friends, mina ends up breaking your squabbling.
“you guys made it! did you buy me a present?” there’s a shine in mina's eyes as she glances at your bags.
“no.” heeseung deadpans, placing it on the table.
“so mean.” mina mumbles. “y/n, have a look at their menu. i know you like some of the drinks i like, so i can recommend a few for you.”
heeseung chuckles at the excitement brimming between the two of you. always wanting to try out new things. he can’t relate to appreciating the heavily caffeinated drinks. “i’m going to go to the bathroom. i’ll be back in a bit.”
“i’ll order something for you.” you say absentmindedly.
mina locks eyes with heeseung, a teasing grin on her face. before she can do anything with the information, heeseung scrambles to escape.
heeseung took some time to compose himself as he headed back to your table.
he sees confusion plastered on mina's face, busy staring at the americano on his spot. 
“that’s yours?” mina points. “you told me you hated everything coffee related.”
“no, i didn’t.” heeseung winces as he swallows a few sips. still just as bitter as he thought it would be.
“you hate coffee?” you are shocked as you look at heeseung. “but you drink half of mine whenever you buy it for me.”
there’s a hint of hurt laced in your voice and heeseung curses internally. this is exactly what he’d been avoiding. he flits his gaze between you and mina, not knowing how to answer. well, it’s not like mina didn’t know about his inability to say no to you. this isn’t news.
“his taste must’ve changed since we last talked.” mina smiles, chipping away on the pressure. “it’s been a while since we’ve come to a café.”
“that must be it. he never says no to me whenever i offer him sips from my own drink.” you chuckle.
heeseung chokes on his next sip, coughing hard. you didn’t have to say that out loud. his cheeks grow warm as mina looks over at him again. she’ll never live that down.
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it’s your second bottle of wine you're about to finish between the four of you. you are huddled against heeseung, engrossed in playing with your threaded fingers. mina sits across, busy showing off something on her phone to jay.
heeseung's only had one glass himself yet his tolerance has always been low. you seem to be a bit soberer. his promise to himself about not drinking on weekdays flew out the window as soon as jay brought over two bottles from his father’s restaurant.
“are you okay?” heeseung asks, brushing your hair away from your face as you nod. “do you want to sleep?”
“i’m fine now. more worried about their state.” you chuckle at mina and jay. “how did they drink more than us but seem alert.”
“practice y/n.” jay quips. “don’t push yourself and you’ll build resistance. but i don’t think that’ll ever work with you. weak drinks are too strong for you.”
you grumble at the insult but don’t bite.
“do you guys think you can dance drunk?” mina challenges the three of you. “i bet heeseung can’t even stand on his feet right now.” she giggles at her phone.
heeseung's never one to back down and he leans over, plucking the phone out of mina's hands. what is this? a dance challenge? it seems simple to the eyes but requires a partner. he’s not doing this on his own.
you shift beside him, hooking your chin over heeseung's shoulder.
“that looks hard.” you squint. “why is it so fast?”
“do you want to try?” heeseung gets up, pulling you along with him. “i’ll guide you.”
“you watched it two times. i don’t trust you.” you shake your head.
“i’m offended. you should have more faith in me.” heeseung gasps. “just mirror what i do at the start.”
running through the video one more time, you nod. you stand in front of him as heeseung starts with his right hand up, left hand down. he intertwines his fingers with you, barely masks the sharp inhale that escapes his lips. he’s overwhelmed by your strong grip, but uses it to his advantage, lowering you for a mere second before pulling you back up. heeseung unwinds one arm, giggling as you squeal at the sudden movement. he tugs on your hand again, bringing you close. heeseung leans his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as your noses brush against each other.
even the darkness of the room couldn’t hide your gaze lingering on heeseung's lips. he meets your eyes, the confliction undeniably reflecting in heeseung's own.
“i don’t want to fight this any longer.” you sigh.
“then, don’t.” heeseung let’s go of your hands, cradling your cheeks between his palms instead. he brushes his thumbs across. “and just so you know, i don’t want to fight this either.”
you close the distance, pressing your lips against heeseung's. your eyes flutter close. it’s just as heated as it’s soft. not what heeseung ever really thought it would be like. it's so much more than that. he encircles your waist as you pull him by his shirt, keeping him near. it’s only when heeseung hears someone clear their throat that he remembers their friends are still there. he hesitantly moves away, kissing your forehead.
“god damn you guys. we didn’t need to see that. but finally!” jay shouts, cheering. “it seems like the plan worked.”
you and heeseung whip your heads back to jay.
“what plan?”
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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flowers - kang taehyun
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summary - taehyun takes you on a date to the park where you stop to smell the flowers.
-> fluff, established relationship
a/n : haven't posted in a while sorry guys!
taehyun thought you looked beautiful under the cherry blossoms, but as you stroll through the verdant spring greenery of the park, he realizes that maybe you just look beautiful in any setting. your skin contrasts perfectly with the flourishing maple trees and lush grass, complimenting the flowers scattered throughout the park as you bend down to smell them. he stands two paces behind you, watching you with soft eyes as the soft petals of the lilac bush brush against the very tip of your nose. you let out a small huff of air at the feeling, lilac jumping away at the intrusion, and crinkles your nose with a smile. you quickly bring your finger up, like you're about to sneeze, and taehyun can’t help the way his heart squeezes at the sight.
“taehyun, come smell,” you insist, turning to look at him. his heart stops when he gets a full, unobstructed view of your face, full of warmth and happiness. who is he to deny you when you look at him like this?
he steps forward, crowding into your space as he moves towards the bush. his arm instinctually wraps around your waist as he leans forward, pressing the left side of his chest against the back of your shoulder as he allows himself to sniff. it’s fresh, the scent light and so different from the cloying smell of the last flower he’d been instructed to smell. it reminds him of the chilly, post-winter air at the beginning of spring. just warm enough to begin venturing back outside, while remaining cool enough that his lung felt refreshed with every breath.
the lilac smelled nice, but it has nothing on the sharp acidic smell of you that fills his senses as he leans away from the bush and back towards you. you stand with your right arm pressed against him, tilting your head up to watch his reactions to the flower. like this, a few stray hairs brush his nose and he can’t help but take in a deep breath, drowning out the lilac with the fruity scent of your shampoo.
“nice, right?” you ask, reaching out to pluck a large bundle of the small blossoms off the bush. “i think these might be my favorite.”
you bring the lilacs back to your nose, taking in a deep breath before sticking them in your hair. they sit nicely in your curls, just above your ear, but they clash wildly against the vibrant colors of past flowers.
you said that about the roses, taehyun signs, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. and the hyacinths. and the lilies.
you bark out a laugh. “they’re all nice flowers! they’re so pretty!”
taehyun shakes his head, reaching down to pet one of the petals in your hair. you beam at him as he does so, standing on your toes so that he might catch a whiff of one of the blossoms she’s placed there. he indulges you, leaning down, but he doesn’t smell anything other than you.
“come on, we’re far from done.” you pull away, taking a large step back. taehyun yearns to step forward and bathe his front in your warmth once again, but your smile is enough to keep him steady. you reach out both hands, closing your fingers rapidly in a give me gesture that has taehyun placing his hands within your own without thought.
you walk backward, pulling him along the path with light laughter as you meander towards the next group of flowers. you're the only ones in the park, so you don’t bother to look where you're going. you're not going to run into anyone, and you trust taehyun enough to warn you if you're close to falling.
taehyun has never been one for PDA, but as you drag him through the park with bright, loving eyes, he knows he’s made the right decision.
you stop in front of a range of chrysanthemums, dropping taehyun's hands so that you can lean down to smell them. their deep pink color blends in nicely with your skin, the petals reaching upward with a curl that reminds him of your hair. you look at him with another smile, this one more playful than the last.
“i think this one might just be my favorite, come smell.”
taehyun rolls his eyes but bends down nonetheless.
he watches as you play with the petals. cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums are beautiful, he thinks, but they can’t hold a candle to the way you look bathed in the spring sun. no flower could ever compare to the way that you look at him. you can claim every flower as your favorite and taehyun wouldn’t mind, because his only favorite stands just in front of him. and he could never ask for anything more.
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stain on the sink - mingyu
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summary - mingyu is sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at his phone. for some reason, he had thought that you, who has never even dyed your own hair, let alone someone else’s, would be the perfect person to bleach his whole head. you agreed after mingyu said he’d buy you dinner if you did it.
-> established relationship, kissing, fluff, sexual joke implication
the smell of bleach stuck to every surface in the apartment, no matter how many windows you opened. you knew it was inevitable but fuck, did it have to be so bad?
you walk back into the bathroom, the smell only worsening.
“your scalp burning yet?”
“i can feel it, but it's not hurting." you sigh in relief at that, you didn't want to have to drive mingyu to the hospital because of your combined stupidity.
you clean the supplies up off the sink, the box of leftover bleach finding a home in the back of the cabinet, shoves the plastic bag you'd received at the convenience store into the corner. after you're finished, you move away from the sink, nudge mingyu's leg with your own to get him to scoot over enough for you to sit. he complies, but even with the added space, you're thigh to thigh, the ledge uncomfortable as all hell.
mingyu looks up from his phone, meets your eyes before slipping a hand into your hair. he combs it back in the way he’d learned you like, done it so much it'd become muscle memory, repeats the action. mingyu thinks this is the most content he’d ever seen you, eyes shut and a soft smile laying across your lips.
you sit like that for a while, it could have been five minutes or fifteen. neither of you know, your only measure of time being that mingyu's phone had faded to black while he was preoccupied with you.
mingyu offhandedly comments, “your hair is so soft, i don’t think mine has been like that ever since i first dyed it,”
you remember that, the shock you felt when mingyu walked into your apartment with dark brown hair. the difference between his previously black hair and the dyed brown wasn’t much, not in reality, but to you it was like his whole world shifted. you can still recount how pleased mingyu looked with it, his laugh when you couldn’t find the words to convey his support. and you could definitely recall the newfound confidence mingyu had after, low hanging shirts and burning grins.
“i liked your dark brown hair, it suited you.”
mingyu hums, then asks, “is it your favorite?”
you don’t think much about his reply, mostly because you'd already spent hours debating this topic on your own, “no, i like that dark black you did a little more,”
“makes sense why you bought that then,” mingyu says, pointing at the unopened box of black dye that's peeking through the wrinkles of the convenience store bag. you may have attempted to persuade him into doing that instead, unfortunately without any luck.
glancing at your phone, you see that the timer you set has a minute left. you shove the screen in mingyu's face, disorienting the other for a moment. when his eyes focus on the numbers, he pats your thigh with his hand, stands up, and stretches his back.
“shampoo?” he asks, elbow stretched behind his head.
you hum in confirmation, get off the tub ledge and grab your gloves again, the tight nitrile meeting your skin once more. you pull the shower curtain to cover the outside, twist the knob to turn the showerhead on.
while turned away, you feel arms circle around your waist, chin digging into the flesh of your shoulder. though you don’t want to, you tug one of mingyu's arms away from you and bring him towards the shower.
“put your head in, dummy.”
mingyu surrenders, leaning forward into the water, allowing you to shampoo the bleach out. you can’t make a final decision yet, but in your unprofessional opinion, it doesn’t look half bad. sure, it isn’t an a-grade job, but you never claimed to be a miracle worker, only someone with two hands and box bleach.
when you're certain you've gotten it all out, you turn the shower off and grab a towel from the rack beside mingyu.
you begin to ruffle the towel against mingyu's hair, intentionally shaking mingyu's head side to side. he looks like a wet dog at this point, head drooped and yielding to the attack.
you think you're as far as you'll get with a towel and tap mingyu's chin to get him to look up.
though you were surprised when mingyu first dyed his hair, and you'd thought that was long enough ago for you to not be affected by any change to his hair color, you felt that breathless feeling from before all over again.
mingyu looked good, even with his shabbily bleached hair and old pajama shirt, because of course he did.
you have been staring for far too long, you know that. mingyu breaks the silence with, “so, you gonna give me a blow job?”
the moment is gone just like that, you slap mingyu on the side with the towel. 
“do you have no decorum, mingyu?”
“i meant the hair dryer,” mingyu quips, but the smirk on his lips says otherwise. 
“sure,” you reply, words coated thickly with sarcasm. 
when mingyu turns away to look in the mirror, leaning over the sink, hands running through his hair, he simply says, “thanks, babe,” before taking the towel out of your hands and beginning to hang it on the rack, in its previous spot.
“you’re so unfair,” you whine, and mingyu has the audacity to look confused, eyebrows scrunching as he looks over at you, extremely lost. you continue, “i bleach your hair, shampoo it out, and towel dry it, and all i get is a thanks? what happened to romance?”
mingyu laughs, head titling to the floor. you hold back a smile, knowing you've got him in the palm of your hand.
“romance? okay,” mingyu's hands meet your waist like they were built to be there, pulls you closer, breath hitting your lips. you like this more than anything else, even if the smell of bleach hasn’t stopped biting your lungs at every inhale you take. “thank you so much, y/n. how could i ever repay you?”
you find you don't need to answer that because your lips have already met, and words that didn’t need to be spoken are shared between your mouths, a secret for only you and the walls of the bathroom.
bleaching hair isn’t so bad. not when you get the reward of your still-gloved hands in mingyu's newly bleached hair and your bodies pressed against each other. you also get your free dinner, so it's a win for you in the end. 
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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bts masterlist ♠︎
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namjoon
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seokjin
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yoongi
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jhope
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jimin
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taehyung
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jungkook
♠︎ finals - jeon jungkook
summary -> how were you supposed to pretend you weren’t in love with your best friend
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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nct masterlist ✿
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✿ lovesick - lee haechan
summary -> haechan is sick, and you are more than happy to take care of him.
✿ good morning love - mark lee
summary -> mark appreciating you in a sleepless state and playing the guitar for you.
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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txt masterlist ❁
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yeonjun
❁ baby i'm yours - choi yeonjun
summary - yeonjun can't think of not being by your side and you wouldn't have it any other way.
soobin
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beomgyu
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taehyun
❁ flowers - kang taehyun
summary - taehyun takes you on a date to the park where you stop to smell the flowers.
hueningkai
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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enhypen masterlist ✸
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heeseung
✸ every second is a highlight - lee heeseung
summary -> heeseung's always had a soft spot for you. it takes a little while longer for him to realise that it's actually something more.
✸ the sound of flowers blooming - lee heeseung
summary -> you are shooting a couple photoshoot with your co-star lee heeseung. but what happens when you're told to look into each other’s eyes, and you realize that you really wanted to kiss him, and not just pretend?
sunghoon
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jake
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jay
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sunoo
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jungwon
✸ kissing in the rain - yang jungwon
summary -> on your way to the date with jungwon, who had been a stranger just months earlier, you hadn't noticed the sky graying until rain was already spilling down. fortunately, jungwon didn't mind; instead, he decided you should make the most of it.
niki
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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svt masterlist ♥︎
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scoups
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jeonghan
♥︎ five ways to say "i love you" - jeonghan
summary - how jeonghan shows his love to you, through all five love languages
joshua
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jun
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hoshi
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wonwoo
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dk
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mingyu
♥︎ stain on the sink - mingyu
summary - mingyu is sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at his phone. for some reason, he had thought that you, who has never even dyed your own hair, let alone someone else’s, would be the perfect person to bleach his whole head. you agreed after mingyu said he’d buy you dinner if you did it.
the8
nothing yet!
seungkwan
nothing yet!
vernon
nothing yet!
dino
nothing yet!
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p0ckykiss · 5 months
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u reposted the jeonghan fic??
hii yess my account got deleted, so i had to repost it
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p0ckykiss · 6 months
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