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pascallllllll1 · 1 year
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starryriize · 1 month
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coffee and kisses | sungchan
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— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!
೫ pairing: husband!sungchan and wife!reader
೫ summary: sungchan makes you breakfast plus a lil special something
೫ genre/word count: fluff and slightly suggestive at the end! 664 words!
೫ author’s note: this honestly could be longer, but i'm happy with this fr 🤭 hehe i hope you find this as cute as i did
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6:30 am -
It was far too early for anything. You'd never been an early riser, but your husband never failed to wake up and make coffee, even while it was still dark out. There was a distinct smell of fresh waffles in the air as you groggily rubbed your eyes. "Mhm, love? What time is it?" Blinking a few times, you adjust to waking up, pulling your blanket over yourself.
"I made you a coffee, darling. And some waffles." Sungchan's voice was soft as he pressed a light kiss on your forehead. Reaching down, he turned on your bedside light. You look down at the plate on the table. It was a classic, something you've always enjoyed: waffles with syrup, cream, and strawberries served with a warm cup of coffee. Picking up the fork, you gently stab a stray strawberry, shoving it in your mouth.
You finish chewing, now fully awake before complimenting your husband. "Oh. That was delicious." Sungchan laughs, eyes crinkling at the edges, the kind of laugh that even after a year of marriage, you could never get tired of. "Hahaha, but love, you only had a strawberry!" Slapping his shoulder, you let out a giggle, teasing him that you'll get to it and there's such a thing called savoring.
The sky outside was less dark now, an almost light grey, blending into blue. The sun had yet to show itself, and you hummed happily as you took a sip from the coffee. He smiles, happy that you like the coffee, but he just wants you to try his waffles. "Do you want me to feed you?" The words spill out of his lips as though it's the most normal thing in the world. You raise your eyebrows at him as he picks the fork up, a perfect bite of the waffle in front of your closed mouth.
"Say ahhhh." You open your mouth, slowly chewing the waffle, savoring the bite. It had a homey taste with a slight hint of vanilla extract and butter. What you didn't realize, was the excess cream on the side of your lips. "Mhmph-" you finish the bite, swallowing it, before continuing, "Woah. Channie, I didn't know you were so good at making waffles!"
He lets out a laugh, leaning forward to bring his hand to cup your cheek. There was one thing about you that he absolutely loved about you: your moles. He swears that he believed it was true when you joked that you were kissed by angels and that’s how your moles appeared. There was one under your eye and one right beneath your lower lip. He knew there were more on various parts of your body, and he memorized each one as though there would be an exam on them any day now. That was months ago, and he still remembers where each of your moles are.
Looking into your eyes, he licks his lips, a little mischievous glint in his gaze. “Hm? Oh, love…it looks like you forgot some cream on your lips.” You feel heat rising on your cheeks as he captures your lips in his. He brings another hand to your cheek, so now both of his hands are on your cheeks. Kisses with Sungchan were always so gentle, yet filled with unspoken desire. You melted as he swiped his tongue past your lips, your mind becoming hazy. After what felt like hours but was actually minutes, he pulls away as you whine, wishing he could keep kissing you.
"Sorry but remember love, I have work." He gets up, smirking, knowing that you want more. The food on your table is most likely cold by now, but you didn't care. All you wanted was your husband back in bed with you. Making sure to give you one last kiss, he grabs his bag, but not before adding, "Be a good girl and wait for me. I promise I'll reward you as many times as you like when I get home."
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bbyquokka · 1 year
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thoughts on spending the day shopping or walking around the city with jeongin ? i feel like he would want to turn us into his own lil fashion model
ahhhh, but you're so right!! 😭
FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI
warnings: gn!reader, idol!Jeongin, pet names (babe, baby)
Jeongin is currently dragging you around town, his long fingers wrapped around your wrist.
“innie” you whine, “where are we going?”
“clothes shopping!”
“but I don't need anything..” Jeongin looks at you, eye brow raised. a simple ‘mhm’ comes from the back of his throat with a cheeky smile on his lips. you gasp, pretending to feel offended whilst he laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“meanie.” you pout before slotting your hand into his perfectly. Jeongin strokes your hand softly before squeezing it.
“you love me though.”
“mhm.” you smirk, winking at him. he gasps before giggling softly
you two haven't seen each other for some time due to work life being hectic as always. Jeongin has a break of only two days and he decided to spend it with you, the one person who means the most to him
sure he needs new clothing, as do you, however the main reason for dragging you out in the winter air is because he wants to spend time with you.
he's missed you. missed your warmth. the way you make him feel alive and forget that he is an idol. for two days, he is allowed to be normal.
you both first stopped of at Starbucks, ordering your fave coffees and a snack to eat before shopping for an endless amount of hours. when it comes to clothing, Jeongin knows his stuff.
after your small coffee break, Jeongin dragged you into every single clothing store. you watch him look at each item of clothing he picks up from the rack, head tilting to the side and brows furrowed together as he thinks. you walk around the store, getting a little bored as Jeongin does his own thing.
Jeongin comes bouncing to you, armful of clothing. you laugh at the observed amount of clothing.
“you planning on buying all that?”
“no, I uh, need you” his cheeks flushing pink, hint of shyness in his voice.
“why?”
“to model for me.”
“but, they're for you?” you question, slightly confused.
“uh no...” he rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his when he's feeling shy. “they're for you.”
“o-oh!” you blush. “s-sure. I can model for you.”
you follow Jeongin to the changing rooms, trying on the clothing he picked out for you. you walk out off the cubical, striking a pose as you and Jeongin laugh.
Jeongin helped decide what looked good on you, what complemented your body and features the most. after modeling, striking poses and even giving him a little fashion show, you walk out of the store with three bags full of clothing.
after that, you went to get some dinner together before stopping by a few more shops. the time soon hit 5:15 pm, many stores starting to close down for the day.
you started to feel tired, feet and legs sore and heavy from walking around all the day. you just want to go home and snuggle with your lovebug.
holding Jeongin's hand, you rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a small yawn.
“tired?” he looks down at you. you look up at him and nod slowly. “want to go home and cuddle?”
you nod your head fast, Jeongin laughing softly and kisses your head gently.
“lets go babe. did you have fun?”
“of course! I love spending time with you, innie. it's so much fun and calming.”
“i feel the same baby. I love spending time with you because I can be normal.”
“what do you mean?”
“well, I don't have to think about my idol image when im with you. I can just be myself and feel reassured that you still love me.”
“of course innie! I love you more than anything in this world!” you stop walking, Jeongin turning to face you as he smiles lovingly at you
you stand on your tiptoes, hands on his shoulders as he holds your waist for stability. he dips his head low slightly, your lips meeting together for a gentle and slow kiss.
“and I love you too, baby.”
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redminibike1 · 2 years
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oh no...not a modern au idea...im not strong enough
anyway....Cody is an actor...he’s quite famous and only growing in popularity...Obi-Wan is a literature professor in a small university...they were in love when they were younger (I’m thinking when they were both in university themselves)...
Obi-Wan has gotten on with his life for the most part (It’s been almost 8 years DAMNIT). He has friends and family, and he’s accomplished a lot! He definitely doesn’t think about the fact that he hasn’t received a text from one specific number in just over 7 years. Not at all. He and Cody had parted on good terms, knowing that it was what was right, what with Cody’s moving away. They had no commitment to each other anymore. It’s just...Obi-Wan had hoped they could at least remain friends. Or at least maintain some sort of connection. -- Obi-Wan definitely sadly watches Cody’s movies akdjaf this is IMPORTANT this is VITAL -- he’s also obligated to sadly look at pictures of him and Cody that he has on his phone...
Then, Rex (he and Obi are still friends) tells him that Cody is coming back home while he’s in-between films. Obi-Wan is desperately trying not to flip out.
Need a scene where Obi is walking home at night (has to be winter -- yes I do know I’m basically writing a Hallmark movie thank you -- has to be snowing, he has to be wearing a wool coat) and he passes a little restaurant, lit up in the darkness, warm and cozy and nice. He glances inside, and sitting at a table is Cody, head tilted back as he laughs, eyes crinkled in that way Obi-Wan had once known so well. Obi-Wan freezes, like control of his body had been taken from him, caught like a deer in headlights at the sight of Cody in the flesh, looking just as settled and soft and easy as he’d been all those years ago, and Obi-Wan feels like he’s falling apart. Then, of course, Cody’s eyes meet his. And Obi-Wan runs. (AHAHAH HE’S SO AJAKFJAF ME TOO KING)
Okay, I totally have other ideas for this but AHHHH I HAVE SCHOOLWORK but yeah they totally learn to communicate at the end and kiss a lil and it’s all good
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binniesthighs · 3 years
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hello stranger | reader x changbin |
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a/n: I sincerely apologize for the pain caused with last chapter...so naturally, i had to go and write more pain muahaha. i also apologize for the wait on this one, for some reason i had a weirdly hard time getting this one out of my head, ahhh i think I’m just lil sad about it all ending :( but! we’re almost out of the woods cuties!! thank you so very much reading as always!! <3 this is the second to last chapter and idk how to feel ahhhh 
Part 7 
Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisung 
Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angst 
Tags: (of this part) college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, roommate!minho, explicit language, some kissin’ and that good, good makin’ out, soft n’ intimate body touchinggg, mentions of getting drunk in the past, mentions of a toxic familial relationship, gahhh lots of crying and emotions in this one but it’s bc we’re figuring things out :) 
CW: dub-con-ish scene due to conflicting feelings but it gets stopped pretty quick
Word count: 7.6k 
Chapters 
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART ? 
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Jisung shared his apartment with two equally messy boys. You had forgotten their names despite meeting them and seeing them around on more than one occasion. Lucky for you, they each had distinguishing features so you named them as such: tall one and younger one with white hair. Once upon a time the four of you had hung out and they weren’t unbearable, just a bit cookie-cutter as you had called it. Both of them were in the same music school as Jisung and didn’t have many other interests outside going to music shows and playing PC games while loudly shouting. 
There was never food in that apartment but somehow there was always dirty dishes in the kitchen. Sure, it smelled a bit like dirty socks, but you never paid too much attention to that when you would clambering in the door with your lips locked with Jisung’s. It was strange walking in not doing so. Tall one and younger one with the white hair sat on the couch eating pizza with feet kicked up on their banged up coffee table. They didn’t say anything as they watched you walk in, but merely rolled their eyes and pretended that you weren’t there anymore. 
“We can go to my room.” Jisung raked his hand through his greasy brown strands, then kicked aside approximately ten pairs of sneakers. He held onto your hand tightly--so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 
You nearly slipped on that rug that lined the wooden floors of their hallway. It wasn’t the first time. 
Just as the rest of the apartment was, Jisung’s room was strewn with all kinds of random articles such as dirty clothes, tangled up cords and old to-go containers. His bed was unmade; it was those navy sheets that likely hadn’t been washed in several weeks. You could never really pinpoint what they smelled like, just that they smelled like him. You had spent nights there too, but they were nothing memorable. No groggy mornings with coffee or sunlight streaked onto his features for you to admire in the golden sheen. It had been running late to class and the dozens of times that you had left jewelry and hair-ties. 
“Wanna sit down?” Jisung patted the spot next to him, and you did so. 
The two of you sat in silence, the atmosphere became thick with the tangible sense of disaster that hung around the both of you. It was catastrophic.
His trembling hand came reaching for yours, and you let him take it. He sniffled, and it triggered your eyes to fill with the same hot tears. 
For the first time, you wondered, what am I doing here? 
“You want to lay down?” His puffy eyes asked you. 
You nodded, crinkling those bedsheets that were probably full of dust. 
In all your months of knowing him, you had never, never cuddled. This was the first time and you really weren’t even tied together anymore. 
His nose had turned pink, and he rubbed a bit of snot away with his wrist. 
“Thank you for coming here.” Jisung whispered. “But--what are you doing here? I thought that you were with Changbin now?” 
I am. You thought briefly. Am I? 
“I just...so confused right now. I don’t know...there’s just...I don’t know...” 
A tear fell down Jisung’s cheek, and you couldn’t fathom why he would be the one crying when it should’ve been you. You wiped it away. You had never thought of it before, but seeing him cry brought a sting to your chest. 
Jisung leaned forward, and the bed creaked lightly, then he kissed you. It wasn’t really a passionate one, but one that he had used to say more than he could himself. His lips tasted salty running over yours, and your brain froze deciding what to do. Jisung never changed: as broken as it felt, he was still starving, needy, and rough. You tried to find meaning in it, or if it made you feel. 
It didn’t. 
Jisung held your face in his hands, and with a hesitant sigh, he said, “I really, really wanted to do that for so long.” 
As desperate he had seemed for you, you couldn’t find the same desire if you had tried. Maybe, you had to find it? 
“Kiss me again.” You hushed. 
He licked his lips with a gaze softening. “Okay.” 
This time he swung his legs around your hips and straddled you with the kind of pressure that you had craved, once upon a time. He bent down to press even more of his heated desire on your skin. He was a good kisser, and you remembered once again how you really had wanted to have him kiss you like this, once upon a time. His tongue slicked against your bottom lip and you gave him the permission, testing it out just to see. 
You had thought back then that he was unreal. 
Jisung rutted his hips down into your waist, and you had already felt how he had hardened in his sweatpants. 
You knew how it would go...or how it used to.
“Baby, I want you so bad. You have no idea. I-I don’t think that I want anyone else besides you--” He broke to meet your eyes. Your world blurred, and sobbed out from under his gaze. 
What am I doing here? 
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Worry flooded over his face. 
“I-I can’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, fuck--what the fuck am I doing?” 
“What are you talking about?” 
“Please just...get off of me. Please...” 
He did so, but still looked just as shocked. “Did I do something wrong?” 
He too started to tear up again. At last you could finally name what it was that tugged at his soft brown eyes. Fear. 
“Can you please tell me what I did wrong? Y/n, I don’t understand, you’re confusing me so much--” 
“--This isn’t right Jisung!” You nearly yelled with broken sobs. “We aren’t right.” 
Jisung’s face fell, crestfallen. “N-no--” 
“--We destroy each other!! Don’t you see?? Never have we ever been happy together, we’re just...coping! That isn’t love!!” 
“Then why the hell am I in love with you??” Jisung spat out the words, and then it was immediately evident that he had regretted saying them. 
A deadly silence fell over the room, and all that was left was the both of your weak sniffles. 
“What did you just say?” 
Jisung grabbed one the pillows then threw it down on the floor with a poof. 
“Fuck!!!” He literally shouted. His face had turned red, and snot dripped down to his lip. “I have fucking feelings for you okay?? Is that enough for you?” 
“Ji...yo-you can’t--” 
“I can’t what?! Is it a fucking crime? Listen, I’m scared out of my fucking mind saying this to you, alright? I don’t know why the hell I am but--” 
“--We-we can’t, Jisung..” 
“Can’t what?!” He threw his hands up into he air in his exasperation. “Stop fucking confusing me!!” 
“We destroy eachother.” 
Jisung grabbed another pillow to pummel to the ground, but then stopped himself, digging his fingers into the fabric until his nailbeds turned white. 
“We hurt eachother too much. An-and...I don’t think that it’s really our fault either. It’s just...who we are. I can’t give you what you want and you can’t give me what I want.” 
Jisung sobbed out horribly, then buried his face in his hands. 
“But I fell in love with you...?” His voice was terribly cracked. 
You watched as tears dropped into your lap and made little wet dots on your jeans. “I fell in love with Changbin...” 
His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, but still glistened, like the way that oil would slick in rainbows with the snow. 
“Then what are you doing here?” He asked one more time, but now he had appeared to be utterly broken. 
You rose from the bed, looking down at him and drying your face. “I...think I know why.” 
“And?” 
Outside of Jisung’s window, the view was similar to your own: city lights in an array of colors; each of them like stars on the ocean. On the wall adjacent from his bed, you noticed there was a crack. You had never realized that it was there before. 
“I’m admitting something that I should’ve a long time ago.” 
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You had likely forgotten to close a window in your apartment somewhere because the winter cold had pervaded the whole space. It took you about ten minutes to realize that it was in your bathroom from when you had taken a shower earlier to air let out the steam. 
The second thing that you noticed was the crumpled up blanket resting on the couch from before. For some odd reason, you felt the strong desire to wrap it all around yourself like you could capture some essence of him in it. Sure enough it did smell like that scent of his that you had grown so used to. You let the blanket trail behind you has you made your way to your room to pull on one of his shirts over your head. 
“Who told you that you could look so cute in that?” He had said one time. 
[23:16] Bin
me: can i call you? 
[00:18] Bin 
me: if you’re asleep, can I call you in the morning? if that’s okay? i said things that I didn’t mean...i just didn’t know it then. 
i’m so sorry 
how i treated you...you didn’t deserve that 
i understand if you’re mad at me. you have every right. 
i’m sorry that i couldn’t see that things that you were trying to show me. 
i see them now. 
You had thought that now the snow had finally faded into the edge of the winter that near it’s conclusion. Early March, and you wanting nothing more for spring buds to peep from the snow capped floral beds on street corners and for the white hugging the trees to dissapear forever. The winter had felt as if it had lasted for a year--even though this year you had seen less snow than other years. 
There had been a time when you firmly believed that once the snow melted, it would get better. Snow was a bitter memory, and it was curse that had to happen each and every year. 
The night that you had met Changbin, it had been cold. Cold like the winter that you had tried to hide from. You hadn’t thought of it until now, but he was much like the way that snowflakes melted on your skin. It reminded you of the icy coldness of the world for fleeting moments, then faded just as quickly as it arrived. The little wet mark of him warmed on your skin. 
Outside of the miniscule window to your living room, snowflakes got caught up in the edges of the frame, and sprinkled the surface of the glass in their variety of gorgeous fractals and unique shapes. A full moon was painted into the sky with a brightness that could’ve paralleled the sun on this clear night swimming in deep azure. 
You hugged the fabric of one of his shirts even closer to your frame, pretending for a moment that it was him that had been hugging you and not the cotton. 
“I’m so sorry.” You cried out weakly to the empty room. 
Your phone screen flashed with the time: [00:42]. You wondered, maybe he really had given up like he said that he would’ve. Maybe he walked home in the shivering cold, hands shoved into his pockets and decided that he was done waiting; that you weren’t worth his time and the effort. Maybe he walked in his front door, closed it behind himself, and said the words, This is it. No more. Maybe he walked into his room and cried. Maybe he didn’t. You couldn’t decide if you had wanted him to cry for you or not. Both hurt. 
[01:13.]  
Your eyes dragged with sleep, but your mind moved faster than the pace of your dry eyelids. Dust had settled on the white sheet that you had drawn over the painting in your room. On the underside of the sheet, globs of acrylic had dried and turned into multicolored flecks: a bit like the sheet was a piece of art and and of itself. It was nearly finished, and only had about one more quadrant left that was void of color. 
Your wooden pallet had been resting by the window, so it was cold to the touch--as were the little aluminum bottles of paint resting beside it. You used your shirtsleeve to dry away one tear that had battled its way to your lid, then sat back on your desk chair, facing the easel head on. 
Black first. Then deep blue, then bright yellow, burnt orange and gold. 
Hairs brushed over the canvas, and swept in wide strokes back and forth. With an empty mind, you smeared over the dark colors that faded to the edge of the canvas into the glowing light of the edge of the alleyway painted here. His figure was prominent, even though you couldn’t see his face. He wore black clothes that were simple. Frankly, you didn’t really remember what he had worn that night, but it didn’t matter much. Neon blue and red restaurant signs met on as reflection on his dark black hair. 
It was as if your chest and hand had been weighted down even further, but you fought through it to raise them. While you let the tears fall at first, they dried after long and made the skin of your cheeks tout. The room was silent, and so it was outside with the drifting snow. Soon, the painting would be finished, and you could sleep. You couldn’t sleep until then. 
if your art didn’t mean anything, what even was it? 
The pink lights lining your room provided the only light to the room, however not much else was needed than that. 
You bit your lip, now mixing yellow with red. 
If you couldn’t tell him. You hoped with every fiber that this would. 
[04:51] Bin 
me: if you’re up to it, can we talk? or, i can call you? 
goodnight  
wait its morning 
good morning then. 
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Chan was good at keeping his promises. There was not one time in your whole time in knowing him that he hadn’t kept a promise, no matter how absurd it might’ve been. He had promised you to buy you ice cream on the first day of snow, and he had promised to share his lyrics with you, no matter how much they would make him cringe. He promised that if you ever needed someone to watch your guilty pleasure reality shows with, he would be over as soon as he could. Next to Felix, you had figured a long time ago that if there were ever people in your life that you were destined to meet, he was one of them. Admittedly, there had been a time when you had harbored a crush on him, but as usual, you had been best at getting in your own way before anything could’ve happened. This, and you loved him as a friend too much. 
Too many jell-o shots were both of your enemies. Halfway into the driest seven minutes in heaven of your life, and halfway into your confession to him, he had passed out right in your arms. You were lucky that he had forgotten the event entirely. Or, he was keeping his promise that you had hurriedly made asking him to forget that it ever happened when you and Felix carted him out of there. 
While he was good at keeping promises, you more so wished that he had forgotten that one. 
Chan had promised that he would personally use his ID card to get into the soundproof booth in the music department to scream. 
You hadn’t ever taken him up on the offer until today. 
It was nearly midnight and unopened text messages still sat in in empty bubbles on your phone screen. 
Even though you had consistently texted “good morning” and “goodnight” for three days straight, the action of sending them didn’t make you feel any better. 
Chan didn’t ask any questions, but merely let you through the halls which echoed from your squeaking wet shoes. The green light of emergency signs appeared to be the only guiding lights, but Chan knew the way well. 
“Careful. The floor is slippery. They mop after everyone leaves.” He hushed in the silent hallway. 
Your fingers and lips cracked from the cold and felt tingly warming up in the dry heat of the building. The two of you turned two more corners, then Chan carefully wrapped his veiny and red hand over the handle to the door marked with “Studio Five.” He tapped his key to the reader, and it beeped with flashing green and orange lights. 
“Here. This is the entrance to the booth. I’ll enter from that door to get to the other side of the glass. You don’t...want me to go in with you?” 
“Want me to wreck your ears?” You have him a feeble smile. 
He mustered his own kind of strength that he had been keeping up just for you. “Hm. You’re right.” Your friend clicked on the light, and it burned your eyes at first compared to the black hall. “Take...all the time that you need, I’ll just be over there. If you wanna...talk about things, I’m here for that too.” 
The booth was an ugly shade of lime green, and you wondered how anyone could ever be creative in a place such as this. On the other side of the tinted glass, you watched as Chan flicked on the light, then made his way to push the button to the little intercom system. His voice buzzed with a tinny sound. 
“No one can hear you, so....go nuts.” 
The walls were too padded with black foam insulation, and for a moment you considered how strange it was, that you, had entered that place to scream--not make music like the room had been used to. Even though the walls were lime green. It still brought a sense of sadness to your chest. 
The room spun lightly behind your eyes, and you panted out frantically. 
What the hell am I doing in here? 
[23:29] bin 
me: I hope that you sleep well tonight. i’m thinking of you. 
“Is everything okay in here?” Chan’s voice said over the speakers. 
“W-what am I doing here?” You repeated the question, feeling panic rise up your throat. 
“Getting your anger out?” He tiled his head. “I-I don’t know why else because you didn’t tell me. You angry at someone? Something?” 
“N-no? --I mean, yes...I-I don’t know.” You said with uncertainty. Suddenly the foam walls of the room started to close in. “I need to get out of here.” 
“Woah! Woah! Y/n! What’s--” Chan chased you out of the room, back into the empty hallway with the squeaky floors and the green light. 
“Hey, let’s just...take a breather here for a sec.” Your friend reached out to smooth down your arms. “If you wanna talk about it, I can help maybe?” 
You tore from his gasp, then slumped against the wall to slide all the way down and sit on the cold linoleum floors with the heaters pumping steadily above your head. 
“He’s not...messaging me back, and I think that I royally fucked up this time. I think that I finally did it, I finally pushed him too far.” 
“Who? Changbin?” Chan crouched down to sit next to you. “Is that what this is about?” 
Shallow breaths filled up your lungs, “I think...I think I just lost everything that I could’ve had with him, and it’s all my fault...I’m fucking angry at myself, Chan.” 
“A-are you sure?” 
“I basically told him that I didn’t know if I wanted to be his girlfriend...after everything that’s happened, everything that he’s done and how patient he’s been...but...there was Jisung an-and...I realize that I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean any of it, I want to be with him so fucking badly and I was just too caught up to see it and--” 
“--Stop!” Chan barked. “Stop and give yourself a second to breathe! Did you realize that you’re not doing that? 
You hadn’t. Nor had your noticed your shaking hands. However, Chan had seen them, and held them with his. 
“You said that you do want to be with him but you told him that you didn’t?” 
Somewhere in the hallway, one of the emergency floodlights blinked with a harsh white light. 
“Yes.” 
“And did you tell him that you didn’t mean it?” 
“I have but he hasn’t gotten back to me? He would always get back to me, no matter what it was--it makes me worry--” 
Chan cupped your hands then brought them to his chest where he held them earnestly. “Some things are out of our control, Y/n. And, I hate to say it but, now, I think you need to come to accept the possibility that maybe...” His gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I wish I could say something more or better but I’m not him and I can’t know...” 
You scoffed, “Is that supposed to be comforting?” 
Chan tsked, as he often would do with a little sarcastic drag to his voice. “A long time ago I promised you that I would always be honest with you, and you know that I hold to my word.
He rubbed his thumb into your hands. 
“Do you want me to say then to go running after him? Throw it all to the wind? Even if it doesn’t end up going your way?” 
“...Maybe.” You swiped a tear from the corner of your right eye. “Would it be worth it?” 
“Maybe.” He sighed. 
A silence filled the hall and the space between you two, and Chan kept holding your hand. It was a simple touch, but you hadn’t realized that you had craved something as such. 
“Y/n? Can I say something?” 
“Yeah?” 
“Even if it isn’t him that it ends up being, I think that you should know that you still deserve happiness in someone. Even after all that you’ve been through, you still do. It sounds like to me...you’re finally realizing it.” He smiled with a bit of a wrinkle to his lips. “I’m proud of you.” 
You squeezed his hand. “Thank you. Its...been a long time coming.” Your head hit the wall behind you with a slight thud. “I’ve been painting recently. And...it means something to me. I feel like I found something, like I’m seeing something for the first time in a long time and it makes me really... full. Like he does.” 
Your friend let go, then went to play with his shoe-laces. 
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was the final straw?” 
“He just...loved me different. Better than I ever could myself, and I think that it made me realize that in order for me to love him too, I had to make peace with myself, and just...” You breathed out a laugh, “...Chill the fuck out. But--I know that I can’t let go of it forever. What happened, made me. I can’t give that up, but that doesn’t mean that I should wallow in it forever. I don’t deserve that.” 
Chan leaned to give you a light slap to the arm. “Look at you.” 
“I...saw Jisung too.” 
While anger laced his voice, Chan remained level headed. “...And?” 
“Me and him just dug ourselves into a deeper hole. Even he...he could do better. He needs a “Changbin” too. You know? I can’t be that for him. I never was even close. I feel sorry. I should probably see him one last time...” 
The image of Jisung’s disparaged face burned in your memory in the midst of it all. Somehow you had forgotten that he had gotten feelings tangled it up in it all, and you had just left. Through all that you had been through with him, you couldn’t let it just go so easily. 
“There’s a lot of things that I need to make right.” You sighed out with finality. Next to you, your best friend did the same. 
“Whatever happens, Felix and I will be here for you. Like always.” 
“Mm. Thank you, Chan. Really. Thank you so much. The two of you are the best friends that I could ask for. I don’t know how you put up with me...” 
“Ahhh, don’t mention it.” He shoved his shoulder into yours playfully. “Ya know, if this goes south, we could just date.” 
“What?!” Your head whipped over to him so hard it hurt. 
“As I recall, about a year ago all it took were some jell-o shots...” 
You smacked him upside the head, causing him to burst out laughing in that empty hall. 
“I told you to forget about that!!” 
“I’m just joking!! Jeez! Can you take a joke!?” 
You laughed with him, your goofy and kindhearted best friend. You realized it hadn’t happened in quite some time. 
“Yeah Changbin is alright, but me and Felix are forever. Got it?” He teased, and you slumped your head on his shoulder. 
“I know.” 
In your pants pocket, your phone vibrated and flashed with a white light. 
[01:36] L. Minho 
minho: i fucking hate that i’m in this position 
but 
bin’s in a bad way and i’m fairly certain that he hasn’t told you about it all 
idiot. 
anyway, his parents are being shitty assholes and i think that he really needs you right now, even if he isn’t saying anything about it. actually i know that he does. 
i also wanna ask you to kindly resolve whatever shit that you have going on before you walk in our door. out of kindness for both yourself and him. 
sorry not sorry. i really do love the both of you and it hurts me to see it be like this. 
i suggest that you come over as soon as you can. 
Your heart beat its way into your throat with a million emotions, but out of them all, fear for Changbin ached the most. 
 “Chan, I have to go.” 
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It was likely Minho who had buzzed you in. 
Luckily, the night had somehow gotten warmer--at least warm enough to where you couldn’t see your breath in front of your face any more. Unfortunately though, you had still worn the shoes that Changbin would scold you for wearing on snow-packed nights. Luckily, the snow had started melted too. 
The door clicked when it unlocked, and you slid inside the glass entrance that was smudged with fingerprints and the wet from dog’s noses pressing on the surface. 
For a reason unknown to you, you decided to take the stairs--even though he had lived on the seventh floor. Partially you had decided that you had done so because it meant that you had more time with your thoughts; more time to decide if you really had resolved all the shit that you needed to leave on the outside of his doorstop. 
You thought back to the painting sitting finished in your room. It waited in all of it’s beauty for the sun to shine on it and the rest of the world to see it. For him to see it. It was for him that you had painted it in the first place. Every ounce of pain and confusion was lathered across the canvas, it was bare for anyone to see after you had kept it concealed for so long. 
He would see it. 
You took each step slow and carefully, and listened to the way that the sound bounced off of the walls and how the carpet matted on each stoop.
Chan had said, “Even after all that you’ve been through, you still do.” 
Minho opened the door after three clicks wearing a bathrobe and slippers. For being so distressed like his message had said, he looked perfectly cozy. You remembered that Minho really was one to keep it all together when shit would get intense. Somehow he had the ability to write whole papers over the course of one day and had passed tests after studying for only four hours. You wished you could manage as well as he could. 
“Fuck. It’s late.” He rubbed his eyes. “Come in. Take off your shoes please.” 
You did so, and rubbed your toes into their carpet. It was almost as if you were waiting further instructions, but you knew full well what you had to do. 
Minho glared at you expectantly. “Well? Shits left outside?” 
“Shits left outside.” You repeated with a nod. 
“l’ll let him explain. It isn’t really my place. Just--listen to him okay? I think that’s what he needs right now.” 
The apartment itself was a bit barren, the only things that were placed in the small space were the things that the inhabitants needed: a dining table, a leather couch, a TV set, a few beanbags and a kitchen kept clean by Minho. It was strange seeing a place so organized and...neat. It was as if this apartment was from an other side of the world compared to what you had grown used to previously. Changbin’s thick and dark black coat hung on one of the dining chairs, the same that he had worn the night that he had last seen you. You wondered if it had been sitting there these past few days. 
“Go on.” Minho flapped his hands to usher you down the hallway to Changbin’s room. At the end of the hallway was the bathroom, and seeing it flooded your skin with the feeling of warm water and defrosting skin, lips on lips with heated desire; tracing fingertips that got caught with the translucent stream of water as they brushed down spines and hips. If you could’ve gone back to then and done it all over...you wondered if you would’ve. 
“Knock first.” Minho mouthed. 
You did, breath hitching when it opened slightly, and you called out his name. “Bin? Its me. Can I...can I come in?” 
His hesitant voice called back to you, “Yes.” 
He was a crumble on his bed, black socks twisted up with his dark bedsheets and his hoodie riding up his back to expose a sliver of skin where he laid facing away from the door. His beautiful dark hair was knotted. 
“B-Bin? A-are you okay?” You advanced forward carefully, reaching out to touch his arm. You had never seen this confident and headstrong man reduced to something so small, it broke your heart into shards to see him as such. You didn’t know what to do with yourself: sit with him? Stand? Crawl in to bed next to him? Unspoken words filled the air, and he sniffed out loudly into it. 
“Thank you for messaging me still.” Was what he had said first. “I saw them a little bit ago. I was...too scared to open them at first...your messages. I was...ashamed to...” 
“--Bin,” You took two steps closer. “You don’t have to explain yourself.” 
He sniffed in with a clogged nose once more. “I’m sorry.” 
Two more steps. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t listen to you, and took all of your patience with me for granted. I really don’t deserve it. I tore you up, and that was awful of me. You somehow ended up being collateral damage to me figuring my shit out and I can’t say I’m sorry enough. I understand if you don’t want to keep this going that we--” 
“--Can you get into bed with me?” He suddenly interjected. Changbin twisted his hand back as if he knew that yours was there in some superhuman way, and grabbed at it. “It’s...cold.” 
Your heart paused, uncertain if you had heard him correctly. 
“Please?” Changbin muttered. “Two bodies is warmer than one.” 
Silently, you crossed the room and shimmied off your coat so it fell to the floor. It had been partially absentminded, but you had pulled on one of his shirts that day. It was light grey, and had nearly lost all semblance of his scent on it. You pulled the covers over both of you, peering just enough to see his puffed and red eyes and red wet nose. Seeing him like this, you had to fight every instinct to pull him into your arms, but rather keep a respectful distance. 
From seeing the way that he dominated the stage to how he looked under the soft glow of your pink lights, to how he had looked as thin and as fragile as glass now, it had all finally made sense to you. As brash and forthcoming as he was, it wasn’t all of who he was in the slightest. If anything, it was who he had pretended to be. 
Tears fell over his pink lips. “I didn’t tell you because...I was embarrassed. Fuck,” He laughed a little, “It’s so fucking pathetic. I’m so pathetic for getting so messed up over this all. I-I shouldn’t. That and...it’s not something that you should--”
“--Don’t you dare say that I shouldn’t worry about this Bin. How many times do you need me to say it?” You traced his dark hair over his ear. “What happened to being each other’s problems?” 
He smiled with a weak grin, then wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “Minho didn’t tell you?” 
You shook your head. “He said that you should be the one to.” 
Changbin sighed out, then pulled the comforter up to his nose, adjusting himself to meet your eyes with his that were strained with pink. 
“They’re disowning me. For real this time. They asked me to do a legal name change and everything...as if...they’re cutting me out of the family line. Fuck, I mean, they basically are.” 
His chest shook with an inhale, and a thick and burning mucus felt as if it had clung to your throat. It was anger and rage, the kind that was so foreign to you, it even started you to feel such a thing. 
“Bin, I’m so sorry. They’re...they’re fucking less than human is what they are. Treating you their own son like this...like they think that they can reverse time so that you were never even born of them...” Under the sheets your knuckles clenched so hard it bit the skin of your palms. “I-I’m sorry too...that you were going through this by yourself--” 
In one single motion he had spread out his arms to circle them around your upper body and pull it into hm. 
There he was again. Rosemary and cedarwood. 
You were in shock, but feeling the warmth from his body on yours made you shiver--it was the contact that you had craved so intensely now that you had it, it was so all encompassing that your brain scrambled feeling it. 
“Thank you for coming.” He whispered to the top of your head. 
Your hands snaked around his body, and you held him back. 
In that very moment, you had decided that you would spend the rest of your life holding him back if he would let you. If there was someone out there listening to your thoughts, you prayed that they would let you hold him. 
Changbin patted to top of your head with a trembling hand.
“What the fuck do I do?” 
Your fingers tugged at the thick cotton of his hoodie. 
“They said that either I meet with them to sign away my name, or I pack up, and go back with them as if nothing happened. They said that they were willing to “forgive” everything that I had “done” if I chose to come back home with them, so to school, and forget everything that I’ve ever written, performed...” 
“They said that??” 
The young man remained silent, but instead nuzzled further into you. 
“They said that they could arrange for a meeting with their legal team to finalize it in as little as two days if I decide to do it. Those assholes expedited the whole process and called up their lawyers to make it happen as quick as possible...” 
“Bin...” You cooed, and smoothed up and down his back. Being close to him like this you could nearly feel his own heart breaking in his chest against yours. 
“Do I forget everything that I was to chase this...dream? Or do I go back, get their support, live a normal life...” 
“--Stop.” You gently pushed his hand away to look up at him. “This, all of this is your life Changbin. It’s what you’ve worked hard for relentlessly and it’s what makes you happy, isn’t it? Yeah, it’s harder to do, but you’ve gotten so far, people love you! You’ve made a name for yourself, people want to hear your music--” 
“--Yeah, my names gotten itself out there a little too well for my parent’s opinions.” 
You wiped a tear cascading from one of his exhausted eyes. “They should be proud of you, not trying to suppress you.”  
“They...don’t want me to be Changbin any more. Do you know how that feels? I’ve lived my whole life being me and now they just want to take away the very last thing that I have that they didn’t touch?” He stifled a sob. 
“Hey! Just because you change it on paper, doesn’t mean we have to call you that!” You laughed out gently, “If you want to get a driver’s license or something it might be important...but, you’re always going to be Changbin to me, and Minho and everyone else who knows you. A name is just a word. You make up who you really are.” 
Changbin laughed out, then returned his hand to pat at your head. 
“Who told you to say that?” 
You chuckled back at the way that he had turned your words back on you. “No one.” 
“I’m just me, but...” Under the covers, your legs intertwined. “I think that if we compare a life of missed oppurtunties to a life where you leave a couple things behind, its worth leaving.” 
Body heat swirled between the two of you, and it was as calming as a song. Changbin brought his hand down to caress the side of your cheek with as much gentleness one would with those fragile snowflakes. 
Past his shoulder, your eye caught a small piece of paper that had been pasted to the wall above his desk: right in a space where he could see it if he had sat at his desktop. It was crinkled and held several creases and the lead that had been used to draw on it had smudged as if it had rubbed up against itself. 
It was a picture of a bench, some Christmas lights, and the city skyline behind it.
Tears flooded your eyes, and then fell freely onto his his fingers where he held your face. They caught in the corners of your mouth, and heated up your eyes. 
“Woah, hey, what is it?” Changbin rubbed away the wet and pulled you even closer to him. 
“Y-you kept it?” Your voice wavered. 
“Kept what?” 
You pointed a shaking finger to your drawing posted on the wall, and his eyes widened at first like he was embarrassed, then he slowly faded into something much softer. 
He nearly whispered the words, “Of course.” 
“W-why?” 
“It reminded me of you and that night. I think that I realized something then.” 
“What’s that?” He wiped your tears once more, stretching the skin of your face as he did so. 
“I realized that, well...I’m in over my head here.” He laughed out lightly. “Do you need me to say it again? I love you a fuck ton, alright? Getting over things, and healing from things...it’s not easy. You...don’t have to apologize for the mess of things and what it did to you. It’s not your fault.” 
You threw your head into the crook of his neck to sob openly. But I hurt you. I made you wait...I-I don’t wait you to wait any longer.” 
“And I made you wait too. My stupid...my parents fucked me up too, and I couldn’t get over the fact that this fucking mess that they made of me put a wedge between me and you. I didn’t feel like you deserved...I’m a mess too. A fucking nervous, cocky bastard at times and I don’t know how to talk about it. Isn’t that pathetic?” 
“What?? No--” 
“You wanna call it even then?” He grinned out, and it was his sly little smile that you had found yourself thinking of after you had seen it for the first time those months ago. 
“I--” 
“Damn. It does feel kinda good to talk about things.” He joked. 
You cried out his name even harsher, then melted into his whole body. He was boundless in the way that he had understood you, and how he had looked you without condition or pause. 
You don’t have to be scared any more. 
With your face muffled in the fabric of his shirt, you let the words fly of your tongue with reckless abandon, and it felt as if you had finally been rid of the crushing shroud fogging your mind, and chaining your heart. 
“I-I want you to be...my Changbin. An-and I want to be--” 
“--Wait!” Changbin pulled you back by the shoulders with a new and wild smile on his face that only grew wider by the second. A type of excited panic flamed in his chocolate brown eyes. “Willyoubemygirlfriend???” He said at light speed. 
You were confused as to why he had said it as such, but you nodded, finally feeling the sense of respite that you had searched so hard for. “Y-yes?” 
Changbin startled you with his sudden crack of laughter, then squeezed you so tight that it became hard to breathe. Once he let go looser, he bowed in deep to press dozens of kisses on your mouth and around it. Most of them missed the mark, but that didn’t matter to him. He only stopped for a couple moments to mutter the words, “I wanted to say it first.” You would’ve laughed had he not been attacking you incessantly with more and more pecks that you struggled to keep up with. 
“I-I’m sorry again that I made you wait--” 
Changbin rolled his weight over to lean carefully over your body tangled up in the sheets, then kissed away at your lips with “don’t say that’s “ quietly. “Thank you for trusting me.” He said quickly, then returned, pouring out oceans of admiration onto your lips until they felt a little raw. You kissed him back too, and you kissed him like you wanted to spend your whole life holding him back. His blissful little “oh’s” tickled at your lips, and you giggled at the way that they vibrated. 
Once you had properly kissed nearly all of the air out of each other’s lungs, you laid back, gasping, and each still a bit bewildered. 
“Thank you for trusting me too.” You turned your head to look at him where he lay with quickened breaths quaking his chest. 
“When I go through with this name thing, can you...be there?” 
“Yes.” 
“Thank you.” He said, barely loud enough for you to hear. His strong hands fell down his shirt which you wore; down to the small of your back where he snuck up the fabric. His fingers tickled at your tiny hairs there. 
“I have one more loose end to tie myself. One more place that I need to make peace.” 
Changbin nodded. “Mm. We’ll get through it together.” 
To your surprise, Changbin then took to pulling his sweater over his head, revealing his bare chest, then pulled off his pants from his legs a bit awkwardly under the covers. 
“W-what are you doing?” 
He giggled, then pulled at the hem of your shirt for you to do the same. 
“Trust me.” He whispered. 
You held his eyes as you did, and your bare skin too met the crinkling edges of the sheets which were a bit colder than you had expected. Changbin watched as you did so with a prideful little grin. 
“I-I’m confused.” You hugged your arms over your cold torso. 
“You’re so gorgeous.” He merely muttered, uncrossing your arms for him to look at you fully, then pulled you by the under sides of your chin back to his lips. He pulled gently at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Clothes were getting in the way.” He hushed, then set to unhooking your bra behind your back. 
“Getting in the way of what?” 
“Me being as close to you as I possibly can.” 
While he had said the phrase calmly, it still sent heat rising straight to your cheeks. 
“I want to hold my love like this for as long as she’ll let me. Can I?” 
Your two bodies met in the middle, flush, buzzing with a kind of giddy energy that only heightened the more curious that your hands got eating up each other’s presence. 
“As long as you’ll let me do the same.” 
You couldn’t quite tell, but it had almost felt as if Changbin had scribbled little invisible messages into the skin of your back. 
“Isn’t it obvious?” He answered. 
You took his wrist to kiss at the line of a scar that lived there. Naturally, Changbin blushed rosy from the action--then promptly pretended that he just hadn’t. 
~🌹~
Bunch of (Ro)ses! 
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travellvogue · 5 years
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HIDDEN LOVE
CHAPTER 1- FIRST TIME
come round i’m bored
The text popped up on your phone as you sat at home, laying on the sofa watching Netflix. You’d been friends for a while, the two of you always flirtatious but nothing more then just flirty banta, always being teased by people about your friendship being so touchy-feely.
be there in 10 x
you replied quickly, spraying yourself with perfume, grabbing your phone and keys and heading off towards his house. He only lived around the corner so the car journey was short, consisting of singing along to some old classics from One Direction, playing ‘Little Things’ twice as it was his favourite.
He was waiting at the door for you as your car pulled up, leaning against the door frame in his signature grey joggers and a tight, long sleeve shirt, brown hair a mess as curls pointed in different directions, slight dark circles under his brown eyes as his lips spread into a smile, making the overgrown stubble on the top of his lip more evident. He looked handsome, you couldn’t deny that. He smelt like his infamous cologne as he greeted you with a hug, tucking his head into your neck like he always did, feeling so familiar, so homely. “Hi babe” the nickname made your heart flutter, even though you knew it meant nothing to him. “Hi” you replied back with a smile, looking up at him as you examined his face, his bushy eyebrows raising with his smile as his eyes crinkled. He lead you into the all too familiar house, alcohol bottles perched on the kitchen unit as he reached over to open one. “Want some?” “Uh yeah sure” he knew you weren’t a big drinker, not one to get drunk enough to not remember the evening the next day. The two of you had been spending more time together since his recent split, you where his release in a way, the only person who would sit for hours and listen to him rant on about how she only wanted him for his money, that once she got her lips pumped up and nose job done she was no longer interested.
“I miss the sex though” he blurted out as he paced around the kitchen, 3 drinks in, the filter on his mouth long gone as he spilt all the truths, once again moaning about his ex, like always. “You can’t just hold onto someone cose the sex is good” you explained to him but his typical horny-boy-brain was having none of it. “Ohhh yes you can Y/N” he laughed at himself, smirk on his face as you looked at him a bit lost, his body was a lot closer to you now, you could almost feel his heat and he looked at your with intense eyes, making your tummy feel funny. “Who would want that?” you asked, unsure as to why you’d only want someone for there body, not their love. “Babygirl...” you shivered at the name as he came closer, looking into his deep brown eyes as he looked right back at you licking his lips. “... I think you’d understand if you tried” his face was close to yours as he smirked whispering into your ear, breath tickling your skin, the small stubble on his chin scratching your softly. “Dele” you stated his name, the easiest name for you to say, not sure why you were moaning it though, not sure what the next move would be. “Y/N” he replied back and his hands fiddled with the bottom of your top, lifting it up enough for his hands to travel underneath touching your bare skin. It all happened quickly, in a tipsy haze, as your body gave into his touches, wether it was the alcohol in your system or your own will realising just how much you needed him, how you’ve always needed him, either way you enjoyed what was happening. His hands where now burning your skin, every touch becoming less and less innocent as you moaned slightly at the grip he had on your body, kisses trailing down your neck along your collarbones, leaving a damp trail and small red marks. “Up” you motioned for you to jump up and wrap you legs around his waist, his hands resting on your bum as the kisses never stopped, carrying you up the stairs.
You reached his bedroom, fumbling through the door, nearly tripling over a pair of shoes scattered on the floor. He laid you down on the bed, as the sheets moulded to your body, his eyes dark with lust, you’d never seen this side to him, but god it was turning you on. As he crawled between your legs, resting them on his shoulders as he looked up at you as a sign to continue, and you knew you should’ve left it there but somehow you found yourself nodding erratically.
The room filled with moans, as he showed you how good sex could be, your previous partners coming no where close to his abilities. Your long acrylic nails scratched down his back as he told you how good you felt, what a good girl you where. It shocked you that somehow you had ended up in this situation, your best friend telling you to moan his name louder.
“Wow” you both lay out of breath, chest rising and falling, the loss of contact making you feel cold. “That was incredible Y/N” you could hear the cockiness in his voice, the smirk, the ‘I-told-you-so’ tone. But now what, were does your friendship go from here.
All your questions went answered in the morning as you woke up to an empty bed, a note on the pillow scribbled out in a rush reading ‘At training see ya soon x’. Showing yourself out of the house you traveled home, wondering how ‘soon’ he meant, as you expected to feel a sense of shame and disgust in yourself, but the emotions weren’t there. You felt good, like you could do it all again...
ahhhh chapter 1!!! sorry to everyone who wanted it to be T, I just thought it would fit Dele better, doesn’t mean T won’t make a lil appearance😉
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smosh-stuff · 7 years
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Show me what I'm lookin for- TD
aka love is hard and Lasercorn gets emotional support: a saga (slight nsfw but not really)
“I’m not gay,” Lasercorn huffs out when he and Sohinki separate for air.
“What?” He deadpans back. They’re practically folded into eachother on Sohinki’s bed, and the glow of the tv is turning David’s hair a wilder shade of orange. “You’re shitting me.”
“I don’t think so?” Lasercorn says, and if he didn’t look so distraught, Sohinki would have already shoved him off the side of the bed.
“If you say "no homo”, I’m going to slash your tires,“ Sohinki replies lowly.
"I don’t have a car,” Lasercorn reminds him, “and I wouldn’t say that.” He blinks twice at Sohinki uselessly, mouth already on the verge of dissolving into a pot giggle.
“So you’re not gay?” Sohinki says, “but you’re not running away screaming?”
Lasercorn shrugs and shakes his head again. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s just like- I’m not straight, but I’m not gay either?” Sohinki’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and he shrugs back, but nods like he understands whatever it is that David is trying to hard to deliver to him through the points where their skin touches.
“Yeah,” He finally speaks, and nods like he can see all the way through the other’s brain, “not a bad thing at all.”
“Can we do that again?” Lasercorn blurts out suddenly, wholly ruining the moment but kicking Sohinki’s heartbeat into a frenzy.
Lasercorn uses too much tongue for his first kiss and knocks their teeth together, but yeah, it’s not bad. Not bad at all.
/
“Sohinki says you want to kiss me,” Mari informs him, pleased as punch.
“I was pretty sure we passed that point?” Lasercorn asks from where his face is nearly level with her belly button. He’s been grappling with the fastener on her jeans for, like, two minutes after offering to return the favor from earlier. He risks a look up to see her, hair wild and largely evacuated from its elaborate braid, still wearing his shirt.
Mari hums, seemingly content to leave him desperately fumbling. “That’s not what he meant, Davey.” Even though he bristles at the nickname, she cards her nails through the short hair near his neck and waits for him to look up again. In the dark, the sharp stare he returns feels like it can carve flesh from bone.
“I don’t know how to tell you how terrified I am of messing up,” he says, after a pause that feels like eternity. It’s not quite the right place for this conversation, but it’s been inevitable since she entered their little bubble and the look of pure pity she’s sending his way is doing a number on his ego.
“Then don’t,” Mari offers,“ because I haven’t told you guys how scared I am either. I think we’re supposed to be,” she rubs a thumb across a patch of peach fuzz near his cheek, “I think that’s how you know you’re in the right place.”
Lasercorn kisses like she’s something softer then, like they’re not two fuck ups in their friend’s basement, and pulls pants down with a triumphant noise that she swallows like it’s honey.
Sohinki finds them in the morning in a coil of limbs, and reminds them that at least he didn’t take pictures.
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“Here, let me pay,” Lasercorn jabs Joven once in the side with his free hand, and slides cash across the counter with another. Before he can protest, the half-asleep Taco Bell cashier is handing them a soggy paper bag and their drinks, and Lasercorn’s already charging at him for his food.
“Why so charitable all of the sudden?” Joven asks.
“Not charity, chivalry,” Lasercorn corrects him, “you drive, I pay.”
Joven wrinkled his forehead in the way that meant he was about to recount everything possibly wrong with the statement. “I always drive, and you never pay, so what gives?”
Lasercorn kicked his leg in the least aggressive way possible under their table. “Can’t I just try to be a good boyfriend?” Said boyfriend snorted in response.
Joven noticed the wilt that accompanied the question, and his hand shot out to steady the other’s shoulder before he could even pull his hood over his head. “You don’t have to prove that, man. I’m sorry I laughed.”
“It’s whatever.”
“It’s not,” Joven pushed his glasses up his nose absentmindedly, “I love you, you know?”
Lasercorn paused at that, at a loss for words. None of them had even touched the subject of the “L” word yet, and he found himself grasping for an exit.
“And you don’t have to say it back!” Joven continued. “I know it’s a hard word for you, I get it, but I mean it, so don’t worry, alright?” He looked so earnest that Lasercorn bit back the thought of bolting for the door and rolled his eyes.
“This is why I snuck in cinnamon twists, you sap.” He snickered at Joven’s easy smile.
“See tin man, you do have a heart!”
Joven eats the chivalry thing up with a goddamn spoon, and even kisses David on the front porch, ignoring the fact that they’re both going to his own house to play video games. Maybe Lasercorn does have a heart, because it thuds so hard that he can barely think.
(there might be a part two with everyone else if anyone actually likes this lmao)
AHHHH! I love this! Lil Lcorn learning to love (Get a load of that alliteration)
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mint-svga · 6 years
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7. 18. 21.
Hi there! 
7. Ughhh this was soo difficult, but I’ll have to go with the HYYH era! They accomplished so much during this time :’)
18.  If I had to pick...probably Rapmon. Slightly awkward but passionate about the things I love haha. 
21. AHHHH, it’s so hard to pick just one! I’m not exactly sure what they mean by features...so I guess I’ll do both something about their physical features and their personalities!  
- Rapmon: HIS DIMPLES and the thing he does when he covers his face when he’s shy and laughing loool. He’s such an awkward dork, I love it. 
- Jin: His lips and his lil nose scrunch laugh. I always imagine a halo anytime he cracks a joke. I love how enthusiastic he’s gotten as of late :’)
- Suga: His hands and his quiet caring side. I have NO idea why I’m attracted to them, but they’re very nice to look at...as strange as that sounds. He’s also very caring towards his members on the sidelines which I really love and appreciate.
- Jhope: His dancing skills and his ears. I find his ears really cute for some reason! He also catches my eye every time during dance practices. I’m not sure why, but there’s definitely an aura about him.
- Jimin: Definitely his eyes and the way he cares for his members as well. I love the way they crinkle when he laughs. I also love how much attention he gives his members.
- Tae: His nose and his enthusiasm. Tae has a pretty prominent nose but it looks really attractive on him as he looks fairly proportionate....face wise? Haha. I also love how enthusiastic he is sometimes during interviews and such.
- JK: His teeth and his shyness. Ah this little bun. The way he smiles and how he gets all shy despite his sassiness towards the older members is very endearing.
Thanks for your ask, love! 
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http-lovecore · 7 years
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LISTEN!!! Ross is already getting them crinkles by his eyes which means him getting grey isn't fAR OFF I'm already dead thinking about it
You're rIGHT IM NOT READY I LOVE ROSS I WANT HIS BEARD TO GET A LIL LONGER AND GRAY LIKE AHHHH FUCK!!! ME!!!! UP!!!!!
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