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sweetdejun · 9 months

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I’ve just had Neville’s Waltz stuck in my head all day and this is fabulously written for it 😭

brushing of noses

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns)

request: Hello! I'd love to order from you, Neville x female reader. Reader is Snape's goddaughter, reader's parents trust Snape a lot so they made him reader's godfather and he can watch her almost ALL the time at school. Reader and Neville become boyfriend and girlfriend (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH), you know, reader is extremely affectionate with Neville even in public, hugging him, wanting to kiss him every so often and although it's nice to have his bubble of love, it also gives Neville some fear since he feels Snape's murderous gaze on himself every time his girlfriend wants to express her love xD Snape would be like a jealous father and Neville the son-in-law afraid that Snape would poison him

warnings: yule ball is in fifth year instead of fourth, snape being snape

note: i've been WAITING for someone to send me a neville request, he deserves all the love in the world <3

your parents trusted your uncle severus a whole lot, and part of you believed most of that trust stemmed from the fact that he works at hogwarts and is able to keep a watchful eye on you.

they, as in your parents, have never denied your suspicions, but simply respond with, "uncle severus has shown how much he cares for you, and being a professor at your school is just a bonus."

oh, it was indeed a bonus. but at times it was as if you were suffocating.

you loved neville longbottom more than anything in the world, and him, you.

ever since that god-awful professor gilderoy lockhart had unleashed pixies into the classroom and strung neville high up into the air, questioning, "why me?" neville genuinely believed that he was never going to get a break. however, that changed once he heard the incantation, "wingardian leviosa!" and he felt his body being lifted until he hit the floor.

your second-year self had rushed over to him, asking if he was alright after the fiasco. he looked up at you, eyes wide in admiration while nodding his head, "t-thank you, y/n!"

you had smiled brightly, "of course neville! now, let's give those pixies a piece of our minds, yeah?"

from then on, you and neville were two peas in a pod. he knew of you and your family, yet was never one to judge too quickly. sure, your family had power in the wizarding world, but he never heard of any ties to you-know-who or even the malfoys. maybe you were good.

and that you were.

as time went on, well into your third year, neville had learned that you were genuinely the nicest, sweetest person he had ever known. he knew you like all of his plants, and had even named one of his mallowsweet leaves after you. you had patience for him, were willing to hear him talk about herbology or his parents, or how much gran upset him whenever she said that he would never live up to their family's expectations.

as your friendship evolved, you had eventually told neville of snape's relation to you in your third year, calling him "uncle sev" as neville looked at you as though you had three heads. you wanted neville to know that professor snape just wanted to look after you, and if snape was ever mean to him, you would talk to him.

by fourth year, it was evident that you and neville longbottom were best friends - and uncle severus was not a fan. his rude comments toward neville seemed to intensify and though he wanted to say something to you, he was not one to step into family business. he had never told you about what your uncle would say, but just the glares that he would get from snape if he were around you was enough to shut his mouth.

then, by merlin, on the train to hogwarts in the beginning of your fifth year, neville had asked you to be his girlfriend. while he was unbelievably nervous because he did not want to face snape's wrath, you held his hands in a hidden corridor of the express and he calmed almost immediately. your eyes had lit up and allowed neville to hold your face between his hands, your noses lightly brushing. you had considered that your first kiss.

neville loved you with his whole heart, but sometimes he thought that you actually wanted him killed by professor snape.

you loved showing neville attention, whether it be holding his hand when walking to class, kissing his cheek at breakfast, rubbing noses in the transfiguration courtyard, or, at this present moment, kissing under the starry night of the great hall during the yule ball.

neville had asked you weeks ago when you cuddled in his bed, poster curtains giving you both privacy as he gently ran his fingers over your back. your head was on his chest as his head laid atop of yours, pressing his lips into your hair ever so gently.

"petal," he began, "i know this is probably a given, but would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you lifted your head, an adoring smile on your face as you lifted a hand to his cheek, "of course, handsome. i would love to."

neville blushed and pulled you closer, his free hand catching your cheek as you both leaned in, lips meeting in a soft kiss. with a rub of your noses as you both pulled away, you gave a soft laugh, "I'm going to blow your socks off, longbottom."

neville brushed some hair out of your eyes, "you do everyday, petal."

you were right, of course. your dress had simply blown neville away and he was rendered speechless when you had walked down the stairs. you met your boyfriend at the bottom of the staircase, "where are your socks?"

neville chuckled, dipping his head as he grabbed your hand, "off somewhere in the world, i suppose, dove. I'm not sure that I'm ready to show you off to the school, you uncle especially."

you blushed, brushing your nose with his, "I'm only focused on you, nev. plus, my uncle can shove it tonight. now c'mon, i wanna dance with you."

the ball was spectacular, and it was an experience to be within a huge group of students dancing together as music played beautifully in the background. however, through the night, a slow dance was needed, and though neville hadn't seen your uncle severus yet, he was still nervous to put his hands on your waist.

you had looked up at him, settling his nerves immediately. with a small smile, you wrapped both arms around his neck, "just me and you, handsome."

he grasped onto your waist, breathing a bit steadier, "just us, petal." neville leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss as you sighed, relaxing into him. he had that effect on you, calming you and just allowing you to feel him.

he pulled away, admiration clear in his eyes, "i love you, flower. with all my being."

tears found themselves at your waterline as you smiled at him, holding his cheek in your hand, "and i love you, nev. more than you could ever know."

soon enough, the song ended and you had excused yourself to the bathroom, kissing neville's cheek before you left. he watched you go from one of the pillars, eyes following your figure as far as he could just to see you.

that was until one professor severus snape stepped into his view.

neville let out a yelp, taking a step back and meeting the cold stone of the pillar. severus towered over him and his eyes were the most unkind he had ever seen.

"pr-professor snape, didn't see you there! enjoying the ball?" neville asked, voice full of nerves as he prepared himself for his untimely death.

snape almost growled at neville as he whimpered, "don't play coy with me, longbottom. who do you think you are, kissing my goddaughter like that? did you poison her with amortentia? I'll have you found out, longbottom, and torture you until you are deemed worthy of mercy."

neville stopped shaking, his fear turning into...anger? he furrowed his brows, "amortentia, sir? you really think i would do that to someone as, as beautiful, as kind, as loving as y/n? no, sir, respectfully, you have it all wrong."

snape glared, "watch your words, longbottom."

"no, sir - i think you better watch yours," neville began, "i love your goddaughter, and i am doing everything in my power to keep her safe, to protect her from this world, and she has shown me what it is like to love so strongly, that it hurts. she is my world, professor snape, and while i am deathly afraid of you, she is worth it. so, in the words of my girlfriend, shove it."

both men hadn't realized it, but you were back from the bathroom, directly behind your uncle as neville had confessed everything to snape. your breath hitched, and snape turned around, eyes meeting yours as a smile appeared on your face. snape glanced at neville, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face, before he turned and kissed your forehead. then, he was off.

you immediately pranced onto neville, kissing him with all the love you could muster. your heart was full, as was his, and neville couldn't stop his heart from beating so fast. neville pulled away, letting you breathe as you laid your hands on his chest.

you played with the buttons on his suit, "he wasn't too mean, was he?"

neville shook his head, "nothing i couldn't handle, flower. all for you."

with a small nod, you looked at neville, "just give him time, you'll grow on him. with the way you put him in his place, seems like you've already proven yourself. not that you need to, nev, uncle sev is just-"

neville rubbed his nose with yours, "i know what you meant, petal. i just hope i didn't overstep and he poisons me tomorrow morning."

you giggled, "oh, my love. you did exactly what he wanted you to do."

neville cupped your cheek, "you're my world, petal. you know that?"

with a smile, you leaned into his hand, "and you're mine, nev. forever and always."

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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see y’all later

it’s come to my attention that I have literally no time or frankly speaking, motivation to continue this page anymore. grad school started this week and to put it simply, think of it to be like a month’s worth of material in one week.

that said; as much as it pains me to say this, but I may need to stop writing for a while. I simply can’t find the time to write anymore, and I don’t want people to look forward to anything (that includes those last couple of requests, I can still write them but they’ll not be of the best quality and I cannot do that to you guys) so I apologize but I don’t think I will have the capability to finish those two requested scenarios for you. again, I can try but I can’t promise they’ll be up to my standards.

the blog will still be up and I will still be around reading other work, just not sure when I will publish anything anytime soon.

to those of you who have been around since day one, thank you for your support and endless love that kept this blog running. to those who joined us at their own time, thanks for finding me and my work entertaining. to the anons, who I find are my biggest crowds, it’s because of people like you that writers like me keep doing what they love.

when I find time again that’s when I’ll have more time to post and hopefully upload some stuff for you guys. until then, stay safe, happy and healthy, and I will see y’all later.

#hiatus #sweetdejun

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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[1:44 PM] You stare at your ex-boyfriend from across the cafe you were in. You usually spent half of your time at this cafe, and you haven’t seen Baekhyun ever since the break up. You admire him as he laughs at something that had appeared on his phone, but what got you interested was the two white mugs in front of him.

As you were about to go up to him, a beautiful lady walks into the cafe and takes a seat right in front of Baekhyun. You watch him smile as she starts talking and he grabs her hands, his eyes filled with so much love as she laughs at a joke he just made. You watch them and feel your heart break a little. No, a lot. Maybe you weren’t over him like you had thought you were?

You wish you were her that caused him to smile like that. You were that girl that he said, “I love you,” to everyday. When did it go so wrong?

Once you walked out of the cafe, he was staring at you the entire time. Yes, he did notice you and yes, the girl in front him was very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you were. To be honest, he wasn’t even listening to the lady in front of him. The causes of his smiles? He was thinking of you and your memories together. You left the cafe and he felt so, empty? Was that the word? Broken perhaps?

“Excuse me, but I don’t think this relationship, or whatever this is won’t work. I think you are very kind and sweet, but I-I’m still in love with someone else,” he quickly apologizes and runs off to find you, leaving the heart broken girl there. He ran as fast as he could to find you, to make you his again.

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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Hi! I saw you were doing a drabble game. Could i get a BTS Jungkook 19 and 17?

Thank you for all your effort and work! 💕

a/n: hii thank you for sending a request! also sorry for the wait there are some things going on in my personal life rn :// PS I really wanted this where the reader and jk are exes, but they’re not on bad terms. it’s a little different but I hope that you like it nevertheless!

prompts: “funny how things turned out, huh?” + "did you just call me 'dude'?"

genre/trope: exes!au, lovers-to-friends!au

warnings: none, unedited

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 716

you should have seen it coming in hindsight. you and jeongguk started as friends, then the two of you began your love affair after some alcohol-induced confessions and kisses one night. things were great between the two of you for a while, but within the past few weeks, you’ve felt the spark that kept things interesting start to drop. pretty soon, the small quirks that used to make your heart flutter stopped leaving you in an enamored state. you think jeongguk has been feeling the same for a while; it would have been not as obvious if you were dating someone who was not observant, but jeongguk knows you inside and out. if he was being completely honest, he was glad that the feeling was mutual. he couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if the spark was only lost on his end. even if he was seeing you less and less as a romantic partner, he had still given you a piece of his heart and he would have been absolutely shattered if you still loved him as much as you did since the beginning.

after weeks of riding it out, you decided to bite the bullet and have “the talk” with jeongguk. “so, there’s no easy way to put this, guk. I, uh… I wanna tell you that, um,” you started off, but jeongguk raised his hand. “sorry, y/n, but does it maybe have to do with what our relationship is now?” of course he noticed. “yes, I think what I’m trying to say is that we should consider going back to being friends.” “sure.” you both breathed out in relief, and you started laughing. “that was too easy. I was not expecting it to be that easy.” “I’m so glad you feel the same way, though.”

that brought you to this moment: you were helping jeongguk pack up any of the things that he had left behind at your apartment. “hey, you remember this?” you hear his voice become clearer and turn to see him holding up a beanbag. you held out your palm from a distance, and he tossed the item at you. “of course! that was from our first official date,” you feel the beans inside the cloth and reminisce the time you brought it home. it was from when you guys went to the carnival in town, and for some reason you thought it would be cute to keep a beanbag from one of the competitions, as ‘memorabilia’. jeongguk smiled, “funny how things turned out, huh?” you looked back up at him and the memories are still fresh of your relationship. “I know, right? we thought we’d make it to the end, but here we are.” you shrugged your shoulders, tossing the beanbag in with his stuff. “you don’t wanna keep it?” jeongguk stares at you, but you shake your head. “nah, dude. I’m good, I’ve got the memory, you keep the beanbag.” jeongguk shook his head, “did you just call me 'dude'? never say that again, y/n, please,” and you laugh. “sorry, I won’t say it again, I’ve gotta transition from calling you things like ‘babe’ and ‘love’,” you say and for a moment the room goes silent. perhaps it’s because the two of you know that time isn’t coming back anytime soon. quietly leaning over to pick up the box, jeongguk smiles at you, “thank you for a good time, y/n. you were a great girlfriend and I truly did cherish the time we spent together.”

“I did too, but hey, the fun doesn’t have to stop! we’re still friends, so if you ever wanna just hang out for the sake of hanging out, my door’s always open for that,” you tell him as the two of you slowly walk towards your door. “this is probably the world’s calmest break up,” jeongguk laughs with the box gripped firmly between his arms, and you giggle back. “I know, right? the world would laugh at us for being so nonchalant about it.” you open the door, and jeongguk gives your place one last glance, before his eyes land on you. “alright, well, I guess it’s goodbye for now, y/n.” you lean up and place a final kiss to jeongguk’s cheek. “I’ll see you later, jeongguk.”

#jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #kpop writing #kpop drabbles #bts au #bts imagines #bts jungkook #sweetdejun #bts writing #summer of 22 drabble game #unedited

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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okay just realized after going back and reading that for some reason, a portion of the original story was pasted again into the middle >:( I just fixed it LMFAO sorry about that

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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Hi! Here for the drabble game! Jungkook+7?

Thank you, your writings are amazing!

a/n: ahhhh sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!

prompt: "are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

genre/trope: fluff, best friends to lovers!au, crush!au

warnings: none

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 638

“my pool is waiting for you, y/n!” jeongguk’s head popped out from under the water, nodding at you as you flipped the page in your book. “I told you, jeongguk, I didn’t bring clothes with me!” in all honesty, you had no idea that when jeongguk asked you to come over to “enjoy the beautiful day”, it meant to join him in his house pool. you didn’t end up bringin any clothes, and for what it’s worth, you would rather watch jeongguk swim around than yourself; at least that way, you could watch his toned back and arms float on the surface as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. he’s your best friend, but you wished at times that he was more. you’ve quietly harbored your crush on jeongguk and you hoped that the secret stayed with you; you’d be terrified if he ever found out.

“y/n! you can borrow some of my clothes to change into afterwards, okay? now are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?" putting your book down, you huff at the floating boy in the water, squinting your eyes in annoyance. “fine! you’re so annoying sometimes!” jeongguk smiled wide, “yeah, but you love me anyway.” you stripped down to your undergarments, unaware of jeongguk’s shameless stare at the curves and edges of your now exposed body. he ducks his head underwater in fear of you catching him in the act, but it’s going to be difficult to keep his composure in front of you. he’s found himself starting to wonder what certain experiences would be like with you: a romantic walk on the beach, or an evening quite like this one.

the goosebumps on your skin rise as you step into the pool, teeth chattering at the sudden change in temperature. “it’s freezing, jeongguk.” he hopped over to you, “don’t worry, you’ll adjust to the temperature. isn’t this much better than sitting out in the heat?” you roll your eyes, “if you’re building up the ‘I told you so’ moment, I’d rather swim a few laps.”

when the sun went down, and both yours and jeongguk’s fingers shriveled up like prunes, you decided to get out of the pool. dripping to the nearest bathroom, you turned on the shower and hopped in. you were so engrossed in your shower that you didn’t notice a hand prop some fresh clothes on the dry sink before quickly shutting the door. jeongguk was on his phone, in a new set of clothes and damp hair, when he heard the sound of your footsteps and looked up. his ears went red at the sight of you in his clothes. you sat down next to him on the couch, and turned to look at him.

“thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, jeongguk.” he smiled back softly, “no worries, y/n. you know you never have to thank me.” his eyes went down to your lips and with his heart beating, a rush of adrenaline inclined him to say, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my clothes.” the tension between the two of you grew so thick you could slice it until you decided fuck it. you leaned in and placed your lips on his, and at first, jeongguk was frozen. but then, you felt him kiss you back, reaching to hold your face in the palm of his hand. once you felt the bottom of your lungs begin to burn, you hesitantly pulled way, breathing hard and staring into jeongguk’s eyes, who was trying to hide his nervousness behind a smile. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” you whisper at him and he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. “me, too, y/n. me too.”

#jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk fluff #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #kpop writing #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop drabbles #bts au #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts fluff #bts fics #sweetdejun #summer of 22 drabble game #unedited

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i’ve started a summer job so the jungkook (x 2), yangyang and winwin requests will be a little late! i’m working on them whenever I get time!! thanks for the patience my loves muahhhh

#sweetdejun #summer of 22 drabble game

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hii! can i request 18-20 +nct haechan? thank youu

a/n: I wasn't sure if you wanted 18 and 20 only, or 18,19, and 20... so I did the latter, lol. I hope you like it!

prompts: "you're too cute" + "did you just call me 'dude'?" + "get your butt over here and kiss me"

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ established relationship!au

warnings: a little bit of swearing

pairing: lee haechan x reader

word count: 517

moving was always a pain; it doesn’t matter how many times in your life you’ve had to experience it, the process was never easier. thankfully, this time you weren’t moving alone. “that’s the last one, I am fucking exhausted,” your boyfriend, donghyuck huffs as he sets the cardboard box on the ground before bellyflopping onto the couch, the only piece of furniture in its rightful spot. you patted the back of his leg, and he moved over, to allow you to sit next to him. you looked down at him endearingly and used your hand to run your fingers through his locks. “you’ve done well today, babe! thanks for helping me out!” he looked up at you and puckered his lips, to which you laughed and bent down to peck him. “now, how’s dinner sound? it’s on me!” donghyuck gets up, and you shake your head. “no, I’ll get it! you’ve spent the entire day helping me move boxes, donghyuck, the least I could do is get us dinner.” “y/n, I would be a terrible boyfriend if I let you pay. let me take care of it, you can get us next time!” he stood up and picked up his phone to look for delivery places nearby.

“dude! you said that last time! I’ll take care of it, let me pay, please?” donghyuck froze and looked up at you from his phone. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you blinked, confused. “yeah, I guess it slipped out.” donghyuck pouted and dragged his feet to the kitchen, huffing.

you giggled, “what, you don’t like it?” “no, y/n, I don’t like it when you call me ‘dude’. it sounds so weird coming from you.” you stood up from the couch and turned towards him, “sorry, babe! I won’t call you ‘dude’ anymore,” you tell him but you can’t stop the chuckle that follows your sentence, and donghyuck turns to you, “y/n! you’re laughing at me! it’s not weird, most guys don’t like it when their girlfriends call them that!” “I can’t help it! you’re too cute! I’m not making fun, I promise!” the pout on donghyuck’s mouth shrunk and he smiled a little at seeing you relax a little; the moving process must’ve been stressful for you if it’s the first time he’s seen you loosen up all day. “alright, I believe you. make it up to me and get your butt over here and kiss me.” you coo at your boyfriend as he lifts his arms open, inviting you in an embrace. you beeline quickly to him and wrap your arms around his torso, and lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. he kisses back, trying to add more fervor to the kiss when you were interrupted by a grumbling stomach. you pulled away and he groaned. “donghyuck, why don’t we get some food in your system first? I’m starving, too.” he nodded and pressed his lips against your forehead, and pulled your body closer to his. “I’ll order in a minute, let’s just stay like this for a little bit longer.”

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he’s so precious ♡

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hello!

my request is: 19. "did you just call me 'dude'?" with bts jimin, please & thank you :)

prompt: “did you just call me ‘dude’?”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ idol!au

warnings: none

pairing: park jimin x reader

word count: 741

“we’re about to start the game, are you coming, y/n?” you hear namjoon’s voice call for you as you finish changing. you called the boys over for a game night at your place so that they could relax after the past few tiring months of packed schedules. “yep, give me a minute!” the conversation happening just outside your room, where all the boys are seated, is focused on jimin. “are you going to confess to y/n tonight?” jimin nods sheepishly. “I’m nervous, but it’s taken me forever to build up the courage. I hope everything goes okay.” yoongi reassures him, “you’ll be okay, don’t worry. I know y/n likes you back, so there’s no way you’ll be turned down.” just then, the door to your room opens, and you come out in your pajamas and glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose. “alright, let’s play Jenga!”

you were divided into teams of two: you, hoseok, jimin and jungkook were on one team, and seokjin, yoongi, namjoon, and taehyung were on the other team. “shut up, I need complete silence,” seokjin breathily said as he slowly pushed a block out towards him and very gently placed it to the top of the tower. now it was your turn, and up until now, you’d been doing well. unlike seokjin, you didn’t want complete silence so you’d asked everyone to make as much noise as they wanted to during your turn. “wow, y/n, you are one weirdo. when everyone needs the room to be pin-drop silent to play the game, you want us to treat this place like it’s a damn coffee shop!” taehyung exclaimed and you smiled. “don’t call y/n weird, it’s cute,” jimin mumbled the last part but sure enough, you heard it. at that moment, your hand fumbled and everyone watched in horror as the tower wiggled and fell. the sound of blocks toppling over caused you guys to quiet down. you felt your ears go hot, and you quickly stood up. “I’m uh, just gonna go grab something to drink real quick,” and you went into the kitchen fast. did jimin just call you cute?

jimin stared back at the boys, the color from his face drained. “what are you doing sitting here? go follow y/n!” jungkook told the older boy and nodded quickly before following suit. “are you okay, y/n?” you were startled by the voice but when you looked over, you saw jimin standing, waiting for a response. “hey, yeah, everything’s okay, dude.” jimin’s jaw dropped. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and nervously sipped it before speaking, “yeah, is that a bad thing?” jimin’s nose scrunched in dissent. “yeah, because you essentially bro-zoned me, which is not what I wanted to happen. especially not tonight.” now it’s your turn for your jaw to drop. you raise your eyebrows, “oh? does it have anything to do with you calling me cute?” jimin bit his lip nervously and nodded. “I was going to confess to you tonight, but you calling me ‘dude’ threw me off!” you feel a smile slowly growing on your face and you laugh. “you idiot, there’s still time! you can still confess to me!” jimin looked up at you, a bright glint in his eyes. “really?” you nod, setting the bottle down and coming closer to him.

he inhales deeply, “y/n, you are one of the people that I care deeply about. I think about you all the time and you’ve become my motivation and strength behind all my performances. in short, I like you a lot.” your gaze softened at the heartfelt words that left jimin’s mouth and you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug. his arms instinctively fall to grip your waist as he hugs you back and you feel his heart thumping in his chest. “I like you too, jimin.” he sighs in relief and pulls away to look you in the eyes. “will you go out with me?” you let go of him and grab his hands, intertwining your fingers. “yes, jimin, I’d love that.” you two continue to stare at each other until you both flinch when you hear taehyung yell, “alright, you two, let’s continue the games please!” and you laugh, holding jimin’s hand as he leads the two of you back to the rest of your friends.

a/n: I had the BIGGEST writer’s block these past few days, so I hope you liked it! <3

#bts writing #bts #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin fluff #jimin au #jimin bts #kpop fluff #kpop writing #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop drabbles #sweetdejun #summer of 22 drabble game

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[3:42 p.m.] the rain hits the windows in an irregular pattern, but you can only hear the thumping of namjoon's heart as your ear is pressed against his chest. the gentle rise and fall of both of your bodies are synchronized, and you focus your gaze on the flicker of the cinnamon-scented candle, the aroma filling the room so much so that you no longer discern its distinct scent as a new addition to the atmosphere. your hand that rested in namjoon's hair comes down to your line of sight, and his arms tighten around your body upon the loss of contact. the light of the fire reflects the diamond now resting on your finger, finally happy to find its long-lost soulmate. namjoon had proposed several days ago, yet the giddiness in your chest and the lightheadedness you feel every time you are reminded of his new title is not a feeling you think you'll ever get used to. your eyes trail up from his lips to his closed eyes, and you whisper, "my fiancee." his eyes blink open slowly at the sound of your voice breaking the silence in the room, and he gives you a tired grin. "it doesn't feel real, namjoon. it's a dream, isn't it?" he reaches to tuck a strand of hair away from your forehead, the candlelight contouring your face. "well, y/n, if it's a dream, then I never want to wake up from it."

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for the drabble game could I request prompts 1 and 29 with Lee Know from Stray Kids <3

prompts:

“it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off" + “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/roommates!au

warnings: none

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 848

a/n: I hope you like it! I wrote this with a post-finals brain so I hope it makes sense lol

luck was usually not on your side. it came as no surprise to you that during the hottest week, your jank apartment's AC unit practically combusted, and your entire building lost AC for the day. on top of that, it's a long weekend so although you're thankful you're not working, the city's busy so it would be impossible to find an open hotel to stay in. this leaves you with minimal choices for places to stay... but then, you can't just think about yourself anymore. you have a roommate now.

minho is a friend of a friend, who was looking for an apartment in a new city, where you happened to stay. he moved to your place for the time being while he found another apartment, so he's been your interim roommate for a few months. he's charming, funny, and sometimes a smartass. you'd be lying if you didn't start feeling something for him, and you hoped nothing came off as obvious on your end. thinking about him as you were leaving work, you just hope that he's not passed out from the heat at the apartment right now.

you give him a call when you drive home. “hey minho, is the AC back on?” he groans in response, “no, I thought by the time I got home today, the AC would be fixed, but the landlord said that it’s gonna be gone for at least a couple more hours.” great. “well, shit. what now? I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, there’s no way I want to stand in front of a hot stove now.” “sounds good, why don’t you pick up some cold noodles from the Korean store that’s on your way home, I’m sure I can call and order them!” cold noodles sounded refreshing, especially for the inferno you were about to arrive to. “that’s perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.”

you picked up the noodles from the Korean store mere minutes later. the lady had them ready, mentioning how your boyfriend requested for his to be extra spicy and that she marked it. you thanked her, the shy smile on your mouth at the mention of ‘boyfriend’. you dread the moment you enter your building because lo and behold, as soon as you step in, a wave of heat slaps your face. you quickly go up to your apartment in short, quick breaths. as soon as you open the door, you find minho on the couch, pinching his shirt and erratically pulling it away then back towards him, in an attempt to cool his body down. “thank goodness you’re finally here! let’s eat!”

you both take your time to enjoy the noodles, cool and refreshing against the thick, humid air of the room. unfortunately, your joy doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the two of you finish eating and hop back on the couch, the lights go out. it’s pitch black in the apartment, and it’s hot. “well isn’t this just fantastic,” you groan loudly. “it’s hot, and it’s dark.” minho hums in thought, before saying, “you’re right. it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off,” and you hear the suggestiveness in his voice. you reach for the cushion behind your back and throw it at his direction, which you deem successful when you hear a thump and a “hey, I was kidding!” but you take the time to think, logically he can’t see you, and your phones can’t charge anymore so you won’t be wasting your precious batteries on using flashlights. it’s hot and he’s right, so you begin peeling off layers of your clothes.

slowly but surely, your shirt comes off, and you’re exhaling at the exposure of your skin and the air that reaches it. you’ve lied back against the couch and closed your eyes, relishing in the silence. the problem is that you don’t realize when the lights turn on and more importantly when minho’s gaze falls on your half-naked form. it is only when you hear a surprised yelp that your eyes fly open and you see a nervous minho scramble off the couch. perhaps it’s because you’re in a tired daze, but you find your confidence when you look up at him, still staring down at you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tell him and he blinks, looking away immediately. “sorry! I didn’t think you would actually listen when I said to take your clothes off…” you stand up and grab your shirt, lazily throwing it on and smirking at minho’s flustered state. “don’t worry about it, I was feeling hot so I took my shirt off. it was dark in here anyway, and I didn’t know when the lights would come back on. anyways, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning, minho.” minho is speechless, and watched as you sauntered off into your room. when the AC turns on mere hours later, minho’s in his room, silently wishing that the power goes out one more time when the two of you are together again.

#lee know #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho #lee minho x reader #minho fluff #lee minho fluff #lee know fluff #sweetdejun #kpop writing #kpop fluff #kpop #summer of 22 drabble game

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update to the drabble game: the first few requests won't actually be up till maybe after may 15, I have finals and I'm in college 😫😫

#summer of 22 drabble game #sweetdejun

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summer of '22 drabble game

I haven't done one of these in a while but, since I have enough free time this summer, I wanted to put this together for everyone!

RULES:

I write mainly for nct and bts, so I'll take requests for them, but other groups I'll take requests for include: exo, seventeen, ateez, stray kids, day6, pentagon and sf9 (I don't really listen to new gen groups much, so I don't know anything about them)

I will write either angst, fluff or both. NO SMUT PLEASE!!

I will stop taking requests on June July 1 at midnight EST! this is hopefully enough time for people to send in their requests

FOR SENDING REQUESTS: send the prompt number + member from group (ex: 1 + nct jaehyun)

here are the prompts (most inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting, thank you!)

"it's too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off"

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

"why are you busy, it's summer!"

"I know what you're thinking"

"are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

"don't promise anything you can't keep"

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

"you're absolutely insane, do you know that?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since then"

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

"I did think of one thing we can do.."

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

BONUS: free prompt! send me whatever you want (but keep the rules in mind please!!)

I'm so excited to finally put this out! I will be awaiting requests from you all!

update: extended the deadline in case people still wanted to send requests!

#sweetdejun #kpop writing #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop drabbles #kpop timestamps #summer of 22 drabble game #bts x reader #nct x reader #exo x reader #seventeen x reader #ateez x reader #stray kids x reader #day6 x reader #pentagon x reader #sf9 x reader

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[11:56 p.m.] it hurts a lot when taehyung forgets to show up to your birthday party, especially since it’s a really important one: your 21st. this is important because this is the night you find out who your soulmate is. it’s supposed to be a tattoo that appears on your wrist and it shows up on midnight the day after your birthday; you’ve seen it on your parents’ wrists, your best friend and her husband’s wrists and of course, jin and most of the others. taehyung, though, kept his wrapped up. you never saw him show it, either cloth or a watch would cover it. you wonder why he kept it hidden, and you also wonder if any of the other boys knew what it said, because you have a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’s your initials.

jimin and the others stay over that evening, reminiscing the nights events. you are all seated comfortably on the couches in your living room, conversing about random things. “are you excited?”jungkook asks you and you nod. he’s older than you by a few years and he’s actually the reason you met and befriended the rest of the group. “you finally get to find out who you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life,“ namjoon adds, looking down at his wrist and tracing the letters with adoration in his eyes. he found his soulmate a couple of months ago, and they’re totally in love. that must be nice.

you smile solemnly, hoping that your pain is masked by the grin because it’s not the moment you imagined; perhaps everything would’ve been better if taehyung was here. the boys told you he’d be missing the night, as he was “working on his single” according to them. but jungkook’s gaze can’t lie to you and you sense the hesitancy. ouch. that means he didn’t wanna be here. and nothing makes you more sick to your stomach.

your eyes find the clock every few seconds, and your heartbeat accelerates as it approaches closer to midnight. it’s now 11:58 and the silence in the room grows heavier and heavier, everyone in anticipation. in your head, all you can imagine is how crazy it would be if the letters KTH appear on your wrist. it’s nothing short of a dream at this point.

one minute before midnight is when you start feeling a tingling sensation on your wrist. it’s when you wince painfully that everyone’s eyes are on you, jungkook on your left rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. and perhaps you’ve started to lose it because you’ve been sleep deprived but you start to see the faintest marking of the letter K. no. it can’t be.

those are the letters that appear on your wrist. you look around the room in wonder, the boys’ voices sounding fuzzy as all you can think is, damn it, why isn’t he here for this?

the exhaustion is taking over your body fast, and it’s within minutes that you feel fatigued. the last thing you hear before you fall asleep on the couch is “taehyung should’ve been here.”

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