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hey guys!!! 💕
since i’ve gotten some more followers after my comeback from the accidental 6 month hiatus, i wanted to say thank u!
the love on skincare and baby’s-breath is surprising but greatly appreciated, seeing as though i haven’t written much in the past 6 months. love u all!!!
also wanted to tell y’all that i’ve just started a criminal minds (& peter parker) fic acc. dw!! i will still be active on this, will never leave this account, still have many drafts to post!
the acc: @kisses4reid 😉
if you’re into cm and peter p than i would love for you to support me over there as well!!
okay, thank you my loves, bye bye 😊
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babys-breath ☆— k. jungwon
synopsis ➔ jungwon decides to make a bouquet for you.
pairing ➔ florist!jungwon x fem!reader
genre ➔ fluff!!!
word count ➔ idk why i put this here
warnings ➔ stressed jungwon, incest NOT BETWEEN THEM OMG
a/n ➔ can’t spell jungwon without win. or whatever
The oak wood table with splinters and thorns sticking out of it rests under Jungwon’s gloved hands, flowers of all shapes, sizes, and shades popping out of various baskets around him. His laptop, that was over decorated with brand stickers, was displaying an unknown website’s article about flower’s meanings and messages.
You’d think he knew all about it, working as a florist and all. But when he curated custom orders and new arrangements for the week, he either copied photos or did exactly what the customer wanted.
Something about this arrangement caused a drop of sweat to appear, his fingers to rake through his already messy hair, and hands to shake with uncertainty.
It was for you.
Only yesterday were you watching a romcom in class, fangirling over the beautiful bouquet that the male lead gave to the female lead, all while Jungwon was critiquing the colours and choice of flowers that the man chose.
The boy on the screen, his name was Tim, totally blew his first confession, something Jungwon had visually cringed at.
You blow some hair out of your eyes, the strands distracting you from the drama, also leaning in closer to the screen. Jungwon’s cologne tricked you into thinking that’s how the male lead smelt, and the smell of your shampoo tricked Jungwon into thinking that’s how the female lead smelt.
‘Tim, I told you that we can’t be together.’
‘Why? Tiffany, you are the only one for me.’
‘Tim–‘
‘Tiffany, please–‘
You both inch closer, practically connected at the hip.
‘We’re cousins, Tim!’
Jungwon smiled at the memory of your disgusted face, deciding that he needed to get this bouquet over and done with before the sun went down, hoping to get it to you that afternoon. He let out an anxious sigh and eyed the several flowers surrounding him, feeling like he was about to be ransacked by some daisies and roses.
His eyes shined against the sunset cutting through the stores windows, a perfect bouquet held in front of him. It was the fifth one he made. First was too yellow, second was too big. Third was just sad (he then decided to buy a coffee), fourth was too happy. Fifth was insanely large.
This one was perfect. Yellow, orange, pink, white flowers perfectly clustered and spread, wrapped in newspaper because he ran out of plastic wrap and tissue paper on his fourth try. Jungwon bit his lip, nodding his head in pride.
He grabbed his bag with his fresh clothes, locked the store, then unlocked it because he forgot the bouquet, then locked it again.
“Jungwon?” Your voice rings out, pausing him in his steps. He shoved the bouquet behind him and looked up at you nervously. Fiddling with the stems behind him, he turns.
“Hey Y/n.” As you look him up and down, never seeing him in his uniform before, he suddenly realised he may have others things to be concerned about. “I’ve just- uh- finished my shift.”
You seemed to be returning from the library, still clad in your school uniform. Still beautiful to him.
You nod with a small smile, leaning to peak behind him. A baby’s breath flopped down, as did you smile.
“Are those flowers for someone?”
“What flowers?”
“The ones behind your back?”
He looked over his shoulder to the bouquet, and put his lips into a thin line. Your hair had perfectly fallen, one piece of it in your face that you promptly blew away. It reminded him of the drama, your concentration, your reaction to the disastrous confession. He did not want to be the Tim in this situation, especially the cousin part.
“These… are for you.”
You blinked, “What?”
“You liked the bouquet from that drama we were watching, the one with the cousins- you know how it was like terrible and weirdly incest-“
“-Yes! Yes I know, Won.”
He sighed and smiled, “So I made you this.” Jungwon brought it out from his back and nervously darted his eyes between the flowers and your reaction. A soft smile crept up onto your eyes, a shade of pink painting your cheeks.
“Thank you Jungwon.”
You stepped towards him and took the bouquet, smelling them, eyes glittering.
“This is amazing. You’re way better than Tim.” Your heart thumped at his laughter, and Jungwon looks down to where you’ve slipped your fingers with his too smoothly, blushing like crazy. “And I’ll give you extra brownie points if you pay for my muffin, we’re going to the café.”
@raevyng @enhacolor
#enhypen#enhypen fluff#fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagine#enhypen fic#jungwon#jungwon fluff#jungwon x yn#jungwon drabbles#jungwon x reader#kpop
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skincare ☆— l. heeseung
synopsis ➔ heeseung sees you do your skincare and asks why you don’t just use body wash.
pairing ➔ bf!heeseung x fem!reader
genre ➔ fluffy fluff
word count ➔ girl it’s like 150 words chill
warnings ➔ heeseung using body wash as his ‘skin care’.
a/n ➔ haven’t posted in 6 months so. here. yw. also this was written like 9 months ago, so pls don’t base my skill off this fr
You’re stood in front of your sink, lotions and potions, and creams and dreams sprawled across the countertop. Heeseung, clad in matching pyjamas and freshly washed hair, is sat on the toilet seat, watching you with the intensity you can only compare to how he looked at you before you got together.
Dotting moisturiser on your cheeks, chin, forehead and nose, you nervously glance at Heeseung and back at yourself.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Is it illegal to stare at my perfect girlfriend?”
“Not until it becomes creepy,” you start rubbing the product in.
“Do you feel creeped out?”
“Not necessarily.”
“I’ll keep staring then.” He leans back, crossing his arms and smirking. As you look over at him, you notice the wet marks on his pyjama shirt just next to the buttons, discolouration forming from his dripping hair.
Swiftly, you chuck a towel at his head, covering his damp hair and intimidating stare. “You still haven’t told me why you were staring.”
He yawns, the fatigue of a busy day finally catching onto him, and pats his head with the cotton towel. After living with him for nearly year, you caught onto his habit of staying up late or forcing himself to stay awake until he’s on the brink off passing out.
“I watch you do your skin care every night and I still don’t know why you do all these steps.” Smiling to yourself, you sigh. You can still remember the first time you stayed over at his parent’s house in high school, when he revealed the fact that he uses body wash for his face. He seemed dumbfounded by the shocked expression you displayed. You wondered what he thought when he picked up a bottle with the words body-wash, and put it on his face.
Wiping your hands on the hand towel, you turn to him and start, “Hee, honey, my baby, my sweetie pie. Would you use a hand towel to dry your body?”
He pouts, “No?”
“Would you use water in a milkshake?”
“No?” His eyebrows furrowing.
“Would you buy a dog bed for a pet bird?”
“No?” He shakes his head.
“Would you use body wash for your face?”
“No- Oh.”
You place a comforting kiss on his cheek before leaving the bathroom, “It’s okay. Some people have common knowledge, some don’t.”
He smiled at the kiss, and then furrowed his eyebrows, quickly chasing you out of the bathroom, “Hey! I have common sense!”
@raevyng @enhacolor @i520cm
#enhypen fluff#enhypen#heeseung x yn#heeseung x reader#heeseung drabble#heeseung#fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen imagine
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real eyes (realise) ft. minghao
pairing : xu minghao x gen!reader
summary : that moment it all made sense to you.
genre : drabble, fluff
warning(s) : a huge party with potentially drunk people, reader panics at some point, not proofread, 607 words
requested by @piakae : hi raebae! could you do a ‘moment of realisation’, reader and someone (you can choose idm) have that silent moment, maybe something dire happened, maybe something happy happened, and they just have a moment looking at each-other across the room realising they’re the only people for each other. can be friends to lovers or just lovers idm!! love you 😘
you’re only laying in his lap, body resting sideways to comfortably watch your favourite show on the television, when you remember the night so many moons ago.
one of his hands’ fingers are threading through your hair absentmindedly, his eyes focused on the screen before him. his other hand is stationed on your elbow, thumb rubbing circles at irregular intervals.
the coffee table between the television and the couch has two glasses of water on it, one with tiny droplets of water on the outer surface. both your phones are lying next to each other, screen dark as a result of your “do not disturb” modes turned on.
the room is dim; curtains drawn and the only source of light coming from the kitchen. the evening is a little chillier than usual, and when a slight wind blows, minghao senses your shiver and casually drapes his jacket over your frame — the very one he pulled from his closet just in case you got cold.
you smile.
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you were panicking, unable to think straight as you pushed through the overcrowded dance floor to search for the person who brought you to this party in the first place — also inconveniently the only one you knew.
you felt tears pooling in your eyes and you but your lip, willing them not to come out. you never did good in such a place with so many emotions and people. honestly, you thought minghao was like you, reserved and preferring to stay at home than go to a huge gathering.
but, yet again, you were wrong, because if he was like you, he’d still be by your side, anxiously whispering in your ear about the unusual amount of people he couldn’t recognise.
you sighed, alas giving up, and you began making your way toward the exit. a moment later, you realised how far into the room you ventured, having passed by too many couples or situationships dancing to count. the exit sign was now just a bright green line that constantly urged you to go towards.
your journey to the exit was, as expected, tough. you tried not to separate the couples having their fun with each other, no doubt making you uncomfortable along the way. you also tried to avoid those holding drinks, uncaring of whether the liquid spilled over the edge of the cup onto someone else.
god, you would never go to a party ever again.
you might have been half way there when you swore you heard someone call your name. but you ignored it, blaming it on your depleting social battery and overall energy. then you heard your name again, and this time it sounded desperate.
you heard it three times before you turned around, searching for the source. you couldn’t not be hallucinating — no one here knew you, as far as you could remember. except minghao.
oh.
your eyes widened suddenly, as if you saw a dead body come to life. they locked with a familiar pair, so close but so far. minghao was looking at you with all the worry in the world, and you swore you could see some silver lining his beautiful eyes. ones that seemed to hold the galaxy.
that moment could have made it to the top ten most cliché scenes in real life. two people staring at each other like they held the world in their hands.
your face held relief and joy. his was full of distress and longing as he pushed through the crowd. the very second you were in reach, he pulled you towards him and held you tight. you felt a tear drop onto your head.
happy new year everyone !! now that my school term has started, I’ll be a lot more inactive but I’ll try to post a fic one in a while :) blessing all of you with a great year ♡
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for some reason it won’t let me read part 2 of erase me, is there any way you can link it because the one on the post and on your master list tumblr won’t load the post for it
yes ofc ! i’ll try to re-link it, for some reason tumblr ruins it after an amount of time.
erase me pt. 2: https://www.tumblr.com/piakae/700155836173090816/synopsis-after-unfortunately-falling-for-yeonjuns
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not disappointed ☆— c. soobin
synopsis ➔ you don’t want to go to a royal party, soobin understands.
pairing ➔ prince!soobin x princess!fem!reader
genre ➔ fluff, comfort, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ spelling mistakes ???
i can barely breathe and i am hideous. it’s soobin’s favourite colours, red and gold, but it pales me, and i feel as though i am stuck in a tight box and expected to enjoy it. i try to convince myself that it will be over in a few hours, the party, the talking, and that soobin will be there to comfort me. but it doesn’t work.
i stand in front of the mirror, piercing myself with my own insecure and uncomfortable stare.
he enters my room, closing the door carefully and turning towards me before smiling uncontrollably. it makes me jealous and even sad. his eyes crinkle and he lets out a sigh,
“you are beautiful.”
he has this way of words that make would my stomach curl and twist and bend until it’s misshaped, if it didn’t already feel this way from the tightness of the delicate yet strong corset. i smile nevertheless, making eye-contact with him through the mirror.
soobin looks fantastic. he’s clad with red and gold fabrics with tiny intricate details that only the creative would notice. his figure is intelligently shown off with a juxtaposed regality that only he could hold. his hair is fixed to only show the left side of his forehead, the rest pushed back –except for one stray, which i will push back later.
he approaches me and presses a kiss to my neck, hands laying on my waist careful not to disturb the beautiful dress i’m adorned in. though i wish he did disturb. i wish he ripped it off me, and not for lustful reasons, but for the simple reason of that i was utterly and uncontrollably uncomfortable. the back of the golden buttons dug into my flesh, the gorgeous corset felt as if it was breaking my bottom ribs, and the colour paled me, i looked sick. i did not look beautiful, nor feel it. that’s why i didn’t reply to his compliment, instead turning into his body heat for comfort and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“are you ready to leave, darling?” he asks, a caring, small smile displayed on his face, before it suddenly disappears. the insecurity has over taken me and i turn from him expecting him to realise my makeup was unsettling, my dress unappealing, or my face weaker. “what’s wrong? you don’t seem like yourself.” soobin asks, following my body with his hands.
i only turn my head, and nearly crumble at the sigh of his obvious concern that’s ruining his perfect visuals. uncertainty pushes my gaze away and causes my fingers to play with a top layer of crimson silk. i look back at myself in the mirror, avoiding soobin‘s stare, and realise it’s not only the dress that’s turning me away from this seemingly enjoyable party. i feel sick, i’m tired and anxious. i have never been the party type, but i faked it to make my parents and friends happy, to make h/n happy. i have never once turned down a ceremony or party.
“you don’t want to go?” he says, lowly. and i cannot lie, so i stay silent. “why didn’t you tell me?”
“i do want to go. i do… it’s just…” i turn to him, shoulders slumped, “i don’t know.”
“do you feel sick?” he asks, coming closer as i shrug. “don’t lie to me, y/n. if you don’t want to attend then we will not. it’s not a big deal.” he grabs my hands and leads me to sit down on my plush vanity chair. “we can lay down and talk, you can get out of the dress you obviously hate,” i give him a look, “yes, i could tell. and we can stay home.” he reassures me with his signature smile and i can’t resist to mirror it. i nod, searching for some kind of disappointment in his eyes. i frown when i find some.
“you are disappointed in me. you do not have to stay home, you can go to the party - i’m perfectly capable to stay home - or i will just go to the party. i truly don’t mind-“
“i’m not disappointed that you don’t want to go to the party. i’m disappointed that you’d lie to me, that you’d sacrifice your own comfortability for my personal enjoyment. don’t get me wrong, you look gorgeous right now, but you obviously don’t feel it.” my eyes well with tears, he continues, “now go take off the makeup and the dress, i’ll go make tea.” soobin smiles, kisses me on the cheek with tenderness and love, and exits the room to leave me in a happy, love sick mess.
tags — @i520cm @raevyng @enhacolor
a/n — royal au’s have my heart
#txt#txt imagine#txt x reader#txt drabble#soobin#choi soobin#soobin x reader#soobin fluff#txt fluff#soobin x y/n#tomorrow by together#kpop#fanfiction#kpop fanfic#fluff#txt fanfiction#txt post#original#royal!au#soobin royal!au#soobin comfort#txt comfort fics
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love u iffah, thanks for the tag ❤️
not much difference 😭 - anyone can join !!
tag game ! 🎮
tagged by: @hokupi aahh hello my fellow reader!! 😆
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tagging: @sungbeam @cloverdaisies @hanniluvi @cupidjyu @zzoguri @i520cm @cheonsafics
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lord another one.
last song played: Don’t Get the Deal - Beabadoobee. you will always catch me listening to bea.
currently watching: nothing rlly. rewatching B99 for the hundredth time.
currently reading: Happy Place - Emily Henry. haven’t started yet, but i’ve loved emily henry books so far so i have high hopes 💪
current obsession: Pinterest. when have i not been obsessed. they have the best reference photos, memes, outfit inspos. i cannot live without pinterest.
anyone can join !!!
tag game
tagged by: @winterchimez! (thank you for always tagging me <3)
last song played: 4ever by the boyz (i am currently undergoing post-concert depression I'm so sorry)
currently watching: queen charlotte! i haven't picked it up since like two weeks ago though </3
currently reading: crying in h mart by michelle zauner! i've been buddy reading with my friend and this book has actually forced my soul out of my body and really made me reexamine myself. she's a beautiful writer and her experiences are something i find myself relating to
current obsession: … honestly it has been the boyz T__T almost a month ago, i kind of drifted away from them due to uni obligations but i'm so happy to say i'm back in deobiland after @sungbeam's work! it's been a while since i was crazy obsessed with kpop but I'm very happy to be here!
tagging: @sungbeam @haet-sal @i520cm @stealanity and any other oomfs who want to join!
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sounds terrible, let’s do it!
skincare - heeseung drabble
baby’s breath - jungwon oneshot
unloveable - soobin oneshot
uptown - jake oneshot
i’m over work(ed) - felix drabble
the wedding painter - jay multipart
bell flower - soobin oneshot
no more waiting - jay oneshot
untitled - jake drabble
my moots have already been tagged/done it, everyone is welcome to join!
wip game
tagged by the lovely @winterchimez and @haet-sal!
post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
[PART TWO] of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ➵ ji changmin
of desires and rivalries (you infuriate me) ➵ kim sunwoo
of field notes and morning dew (i see my future with you) ➵ jacob bae
of paint buckets and charcoal (everything you do is beautiful) ➵ ji changmin
tagging some other mutuals i have (i think you guys have done this already though </3) @sungbeam @cupidjyu @heemingyu @i520cm no pressure to do it!
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5:52 pm — yeonjun.
spending blue hour in your small, cramped bathroom cutting yeonjuns hair was not planned. in fact, it was only suggested around 7 minutes before he was sat on the toilet lid and you were stood in between his legs with a hair straightener in your right hand. he knew he could trust you, recalling the countless times you’ve cut your own hair in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth.
yeonjun’s eyes were focused on the design of your (his) t-shirt, your eyes focused on his over grown black locks.
the short puffs of steam from your hair straightener rose into the bathroom air, making its way out of the small window where you could see the dark blue horizon. his eyes were now over shadowed by the straightened stands, proving your idea was much needed. it was far too long and far too uneven, long in some places, short in others.
you combed his hair carefully, attempting to ignore the burning stare he was attacking you with. “if you keep staring at me, i’ll cut your bangs so short they’ll be considered baby hairs.”
he chuckles, looking down again with a small ‘sorry’. but it was difficult.
your breath was on his forehead, your hands were on his cheek and in his hair, at some points on the back of his neck. he glanced up again. you looked incredible. yeonjun made it known he loved your personally, appearance, pure aura, and not only in overbearing compliments. in little smiles, heart-eyed stares, kisses and touches. it was expected, he was your boyfriend. but he meant it more than anything else in the world. here you were, stood in front of him with focused, beautiful, eyes, and parted, pretty, lips. how could he resist?
it was moments like these that you and yeonjun thrived. though he had to blow the cut hair off his cheeks at times, you both flourished in the comfortable silence. your hands thoughtfully and carefully made their way around his hair, cutting that, trimming this. he looked funny with completely straight hair that seemed to be stuck to his head, but it didn’t mean he didn’t look handsome. you wipe his shoulders off, hair falling beside yeonjuns feet and the toilet.
your focus ran deep. so deep in fact, that you didn’t even feel yeonjuns hands crawling to rest on your hips, or how his fingers hooked into your jean’s belt loops. you hook your pointer finger under his chin and point him to look directly at you, focusing on his bangs. he smiles, deciding to sacrifice his hair to continue staring at you.
“your nearly done, yeonjun. you don’t want me to wreck it now, do you?”
“if it means i can stare at you, maybe.”
you smile softly, patting his shoulders off once again and setting the small pair of scissors onto the bathroom counter. you took a step away from him, taking one last look at his hair. “perfect,” you whisper.
“perfect,” he whispers back, smiling.
tags: @raevyng @i520cm @enhacolor
a/n: ik i’ve used this photo of yeonjun already but it was the only mainly blue one i could find 😭😭
#yeonjun#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun fluff#txt#txt fluff#yeonjun fic#yeonjun drabble#txt fic#kpop#tomorrow x together#fluff#fanfiction#yeonjun imagines#txt imagines#yeonjun fanfiction#yeonjun x yn
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thanks raebae for the tag!!! so cute. also my username is my name so there’s only one 😭😭
i think this scheme is so pretty, and it has my favourite colours in it 🫶
Color scheme of your name/url
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I saw this on sunshine’s ig and thought I’d bring it here cause it seemed cute, so thank you @hiyyihs-aein for the idea <3
Tagging: @hybeboyenthusisast @samithedaydreamer @soobubs @skz-minchan-enthusiast @ikeuz @jakeloviee @telesvng @jjunis @seolboba @pop-roxs @apple-brees @beomieblr @candiedmingyu
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thanks raebae. all my moots have already been tagged so 😀
currently reading: pride & prejudice
favourite colour: sage green, pink
last movie: hunt for the wilderpeople (funny ass nz movie)
last song: ella baila sola by eslabón armado & peso pluma
currently working on: nothing 😂😂😅😭😭
TAG GAME 🎱
tagged by: @flwoie
tagging: @cybrwon @maybemiko @haerinz @wiltspring @flwrshee @misoxhappy @haknom + whoever wants to join !! ^_^ ( sorry for the random tags 😭 )
currently reading: how it feels to float, girl in pieces
favorite color: black, blue and white☝️☝️
last movie: i think it was like avengers: end game 😭 i've been binge watching all of the marvel movies 🙏
last song: company — justin bieber ( in my belieber era )
currently working on: nightfall — y.jw fic & love timeline — l.hs smau 😊
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reach me ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoons love language is touch, and yours is quality time. you need reassurance that that’s okay.
pairing ➔ bf!sunghoon x reader
genre ➔ fluff
word count ➔ idk but trust it’s short.
warnings ➔ tiny angst, fluff, reader needs some reassurance. um i think it can be read for any gender/pronouns but lemme know if not 😜
a/n ➔ why do i feel the need to reassurance fics with sunghoon. like that nightmare one i did. maybe that should tell me something…. oh well!! enjoy! OMG ALSO this is kinda all over the place bc i absolutely forgot whatever ideas i had for this. jesus long ass a/n okay bye.
you slump your shoulders and sigh, bringing a hand to your head, palm on your forehead.
a throbbing made a crescendo when you bend down to drop your bag. all you wanted was a rest, some water, and sunghoon.
he’s already looking at you from the couch, a slight furrow in his brows, when you look up. your dress shirt is wrinkled and half tucked when he sits up silently.
“headache.” you say in an almost whisper, filling the warm silence as you head for the bathroom. you longed for him to follow and envelop you in warmth, but instead you opted for the water. which washed you, which sunghoon probably couldn’t.
you emerge in one of your boyfriends shirts and long pants to cover you from the cool breeze.
“do you want something to eat?” he asks quietly, taking in consideration the banging in your head and chest. he knew how you looked on a good work day, and he definitely knew how you looked a bad one. and also how to take care of you.
he always took care of you, and you always tried to do the same but you didn’t have the same skills as him.
shaking your head, you slowly approach sunghoon and the couch.
he opened his arms for you to slump in his chest. the urge to stuff your face in his chest tempted you before you could, taking a mental step back. he’s probably tired too.
“somethings bothering you. and it’s not just work.”
how does he know that?
not wanting to bother him, you accept his invitation.
with his arms wrapped around you, and your body crammed in with your hands awkwardly laying where they assumed they should go. he felt comfortable but did you? how did he always know what to do? why didn’t you?
maybe it was a fatigue that made you question your qualifications to be his partner, but fatigue was winning. you lay your head on his chest, something you would never do.
“how do you know what to do?”
“im gonna need more context, y/n.”
you sigh and smile a tad. “i mean, like, being a boyfriend. i’m already gonna fall asleep in your arms even though i’m still stressed from work.” you take a second and look up to him, “how do you know how to make me feel like this?”
he chuckled, “it’s not knowing. it’s more like, instinct.”
“but whenever i have an ‘instinct’ i feel like it’s clingy or too much.”
he blinks, “god, that makes me wonder how clingy you think i am.”
it’s your turn to furrow your brows, wondering how sunghoon could every think he’s too clingy. it made you realise that his love language, something you read about in your early teens, was entirely physical touch. when you first met him, 10th grade, maths class, you could have never imaged it.
“you’re good at that, not being clingy. you know how much is too much, how little is too little.” you confess. it makes you think about how your energy levels control how you hold your tongue. sunghoon smiles at the odd compliment, running his hand softly up and down your upper arm.
“it doesn’t worry me one bit, you shouldn’t be worried either. you know why? because you show me love in other ways. apparently you don’t even realise it.” he responds softly, receiving a raised eyebrow from you. “you spend time with me. every second you get. i love it.”
“you come grocery shopping with me, come with me when i need gas. not only that, but you take me places you know i’ll like. it means more than you think, y/n.”
jutting your bottom lip out, you stuff your face back into his chest. you can feel his light laugh through his chest, also feeling the sleep returning. the reassurance from sunghoon, now knowing that he liked, even loved, everything you tried to bring to the relationship lifted the weight of a thousand thoughts off your strained shoulders. and your headache.
his hands continue to comfort you, his own pride in making his girlfriend feel better making his heart bloom.
“get some rest, y/n.”
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hey yall
i’ve been absent bc i found out i might go to uni for a bit which is crazy um also i’m going through like three seperate fun rounds of grief ! my parlour is stern with debris so that’s fun but anyways i promise i’ll get back to my poorly written 100 word drabbles soon . maybe, actually i take back my promise.
also might start writing for spencer reid and peter parker because i cannot contain it any longer
okay love you all
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too cute, had to do. thank u ipah mwah
i’m basic. also not tagging anyone bc they’ve already been tagged 😭😭
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OFFICE ミ hueningkai drabble
There was a ringing on your left, which you recognised to be the receptionist’s phone and not your own, but it rang for about 7 seconds before you punched the accept button.
Everything was a blur, and on top of that, all the squinting you had done during the work day was bringing on a headache. Pinching your nose with your freshly manicured fingers, you answered the phone and transferred it as quickly as you possibly could, with all the buttons looking the same that is.
“You forgot your contacts?”
You jump, not even noticing Kai had been watching you struggle over the desk. He had a smirk on his face, leaning his cheek in one of his hands.
“Jesus, Kai, you scared me,” you can only recognise him by his height and blonde hair, “Yes, I did. And I left my backup glasses at home.” You whine, leaning back into your wheelie chair and crossing your arms. You can’t see it, but you can tell he’s biting back a chuckle.
As your boyfriend, he should be supportive and help you through daily struggles. But seeing you squint and press wrong buttons after wrong buttons was a sort of entertainment. You distracted him from his workload all the time, but this time it wasn’t to gawk at you.
He had the same affect on you though. Ever since you started working there you found yourself glancing at him whenever something funny happened, or subconsciously taking your breaks at the same time as him. His locks, his eyes, his nose and his jaw, his laugh, his breath, his whistle and his snores, they all lead you to where you are today. Basically blind but happily talking with your boyfriend over the elevated desk you can barely see.
“I can go home and get them if you’d like.” Kai proposes softly, but you shake your head (butterflies spreading when he refers to your apartment as ‘home’). “I can’t believe you drove like this.”
You look up at him, “I didn’t. Took a cab.”
“Are you serious? Why didn’t you call me?”
“I know you worked late last night Kai. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
Your heart warms as he shakes his head. You know he was about to complain about your choices, but your boss cut him off.
“Okay guys, let’s leave. There’s only half an hour left.”
“Feel like that’s a lot of time wasted,” Kai replied.
“Doesn’t matter- Hey, are you free this afternoon?” He stalks over to where you and Kai were talking, “Maybe, dinner?” He is much shorter that your lover, and with a more noticeable receding hairline.
Huening Kai looks down at you with a (blurry) thoughtful look, which you return, before he speaks, “Sorry we’re gonna be full later. No room for dinner.”
“Oh really? What are you eating?”
“Dinner.”
Your boss snaps his fingers in disappointment and turns away, before signalling every one to leave. And you try to stand up and grab your handbag, but you accidentally grab the stem of a pot plant. “Oh.”
“Here, I’ll get it. Grab my hand and just follow me.” His hand is closer, so it’s easy to see and take it. You hear him take your bag as well as his own from the floor and feel his other hand wrap around your waist for easier control. It was true you could see absolutely nothing and it was true Huening Kai knew it all too well. There were countless memories of tired mornings and blurry eyes, you trying to search for your glasses but instead slapping his sleeping face. And then his awake one. He found it cute and no doubt hilarious. It gave you a quirk, something that only he would know how to handle.
He insisted you would both leave last, as to not slow down anyone, and you smile at his thoughtfulness. Carefully, Kai led you out of the office building and into the passenger seat of his 7 year old car, pushing down the urge to lead you into a pole or bush on the way.
a/n: finally writing again, finished the first term of school 🙏🙏 for some reason i wrote this with capital letters, guess i was feeling corporate style. i love the office.
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