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hyunnieshannie · 1 year

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Be a good girl.

Group: N.Flying Pairing: Seunghyub x Female!Reader Word Count: 1,972 Content/Warnings: SoftDom!Seunghyub Sub!Reader Sexual Content, mentions of choking, mentions of alcohol, harsh words. (anything else I may have missed please let me know to be added)

A/N: Requested piece.

Laughter, the entire room is full of laughter. You’re silently enjoying the atmosphere of the company party. You don’t typically enjoy outings with a large amount of people. But for some reason this one was alright, maybe it was because you knew you had no obligation to be there and could leave at any time without feeling bad, maybe it’s because you had an excuse to speak to your very attractive coworker but either way you were enjoying it. The chatter started to die down and your boss went to make an announcement on the small stage the bar had set up for the live band. “So as you know,” he starts off, “the company has been doing fantastically this year!” Your coworkers cheer, “so good job to marketing for everything they’ve done, with the new strategies Y/N suggested we’ve seen sales almost triple!” you jokingly bow to your coworkers as they clap. Before you were hired in, the company struggled to make their sales. When you joined the marketing team you made a few suggestions and boom. Suddenly you were getting high praises from your manager, and soon enough you were rewarded with multiple promotions and landed a secure spot as the head of marketing by the end of your first year. After he finished his announcement he heads off stage and the music continues playing. After a few more drinks of liquid courage you found yourself making your way to your favorite coworker.

“Seunghyub” you say boldly, he was standing at the bar alone sipping at his drink smiling at the people dancing awkwardly around him. His tall well built frame leaning back against the bar, he was dressed in his suit from work as if he’d just come from there with no time to head home to change. You loved seeing him come to work everyday with a sharp black three piece suit. He smiles at you as you walk up to him,

“Ah Y/N just the person I wanted to see,” he says, you blush at the comment but quickly take a sip from your drink to disguise it as a wine blush.

“You did now? I wonder why” you say smugly, the two of you have always joked around to the point where coworkers would tell you to just get a room and get it over with already, but both of you always denied that you even meant it like that. ‘He’s just a flirtatious person,’ you had explained to another coworker who retorted with ‘so why isn’t he like that with me?’ And that’s when your crush began. Realizing he truly was only like that with you. He runs his hand through his long dark hair, the silver rings which adorned his fingers caught your eyes. Fuck. You thought to yourself as your attention is still drawn to his hands.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He laughs, “And before you hop on me,” don’t mind If I do, you joke internally, “yes. I finished figuring out the numbers for the next marketing project” he winks, and the two of you laugh together as you settle beside him leaning against the bar. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of but you can feel his eyes on you, you dare not look up at him in case he averts his gaze. Nor do you want to get caught staring at him. “Hey,” he says softly, “I’m getting bored.”

“Heading home then?” You try to hide your disappointment you wanted to spend more time with him,

“I think so, but uh.” He pauses trying to find the proper words to say to you, “did you, need a ride home?”

“What?” You ask,

“Well you’ve been drinking and I’d prefer to drive you then to let you drive home drunk. Or get into a cab with a stranger” he says, you look up at him, his face shows that hes still thinking of something else he wants to say.

“Sure” you smile, at least you’d be able to spend a few more minutes with him. You grab your things say your goodbyes and the two of you head out. Hopping into the passenger seat as he inputs your address into his GPS system. The two of you ride with music playing he jokingly sings along to his favorite songs in attempt to make you laugh. It works. And by the time you reach your house you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts. Spending time with Seunghyub has always been such a pleasure you wish you could do it more often outside of work. He parks in the drive way and you turn to thank him. But he says nothing. Just stares deeply at you.

“Hey uh, y/n”

“Hm?” You say as you collect your things

“Fuck.” He mutters, before turning the key shutting off the car, “I’m sorry.” He says, but before you could ask what he could possibly be sorry for he presses his lips directly against yours, you don’t pull back as he’d expected you to but instead you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and before you know it you’re being walked back into your house, his lips never leaving yours, you fumbled your keys struggling to open the door. He kisses you hungrily like he’d never get the chance to again. You finally get the door open and he can’t hold himself back, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him, he kicks the door closed as he walks you to your room, throwing you down on your bed as you look up at him, “fuck y/n… you don’t understand how long I’ve waited to do that…” he leans down hovering over you holding himself up with his hands as he dips in for another kiss, biting at your bottom lip, slowly moving his kisses away from your lips and trailing them down your jaw and neck, he feels your body tense up and he kisses you, and comes back up. “We can stop if you don’t want t-“

“Please…” you look at him with such desperation and a switch within him flips. He attacks your neck, biting and leaving marks all over you as if you claim you. In such visible places like he wants to show off to the world that you were his property.

“Fuck Y/N”,he groans as he begins to push your dress up above your hips, making his way between your thighs and placing light kisses on the inner most sensitive parts of them, pushing your underwear to the side and looking right back up at you “all this and it’s just from kissing?” He smirks, “I can’t fucking wait to see what you’re like when I’m inside you” your body reacts to those words, as he dives into you. Licking you, while he pushed two fingers into you. You lightly gasp at the action which boosts his ego for a moment, he sucks your clit while you reach for his hair lightly tugging at it causing him to grunt into you sending the vibrations up your body, he hooks his fingers and your legs act on their own trying to shut themselves and all he can do is smirk into you. He knows he’s driving you mad and plans to make it worse. He pulls his fingers out, and climbs back on top of you, “you’re going to be a good girl for me tonight,” he says before shoving his fingers in your mouth, you suck on them as he watches you intently, “how can anyone be this hot.” He says before leaning down and kissing you, tasting you on your own lips, you could say the same thing about him.

You reach down, and fiddle with the button on his pants, tugging down at them releasing his already hard member from the restricting confines of his boxers. You push him gently, and he obeys your command, laying back on your bed as you make your way down on him, lightly giving him kitten licks on the tip, before taking it fully into your mouth. He throws his head back, and grabs a fistful of your hair, he doesn’t push you down and allows you to work your way down on your own, sucking on him as he groans from the pleasure of the feeling of your mouth on him. To him at this moment nothing is more perfect than the sight of you expertly sucking on his dick, if he could he’d take a picture of it and carry it on him everywhere he would. But for now he’s happily engrained it into his mind. But that’s enough. He can’t handle it anymore. He needs you. He needs to be inside you. He forces you up and pulls you up into a harsh kiss throwing you on to your back before pulling away to catch his breath. “Do you have any idea as to what you do to me?” He says, you whimper a bit as he slowly rubs your clit with his fingers, “all this time you didn’t fucking notice. All this time, I was left alone and wanting you. Every-time I saw you at work all I could think about was taking you on my desk,” you whimper at his words, and he smirks, “did you have those same thoughts? Did you also wonder what it would be like if I had thrown you up against the wall of my office? If I had just fucked you right on the table with the chance of one of the others walking in? God how pretty you’d look with me in you as someone walks in, would you have hid or shown off just how perfect you’d look sprawled across my desk?” You can’t take it anymore all you want is for him to be in you, your body twitches and he laughs, “that’s right baby girl. Beg for me.”

“Please…” he inserts his fingers again, “fuck. Just fuck me. Use me. Please” you beg. He smirks and happily does so, removing his fingers and harshly pushing himself into you. There’s no time for you to adjust to him stretching you, as he thrusts harshly into you; you both of you moan loudly as he continues on. He reaches for your throat, and squeezes lightly, you whimper at the action and it sets him off. Seeing you so submissive to him, now THIS is the most perfect image of you. He thrusts hard into you, making you clench around him, he holds himself back as he feels his high approach, making sure you get yours before he does,

“You’re so perfect.” He pants “A perfect little slut. Made just for me” you can feel the knot in your stomach forming fast, and by the way you dig your nails into his back, he can tell you’re about to burst. He continues at his pace, lifting himself a bit higher to reach your deepest parts, his high approaching faster than he’d like but he knows in just a few moments you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath him. One final push into you and your nails dig into him hard, he kisses you thrusting faster chasing his own high. As you melt into him, whimpering from the overstimulation as he finally lets go groaning as he fills you, the feeling of his warmth inside you is oddly pleasing to you as it’s the first time

You’ve let anyone do so. He falls beside you bringing you close into his chest. Just holding you there

“Fuck.” He says trying to catch his breath, “I’ve waited way too long for that” he strokes your hair the two of you clearly fucked out and tired,

“So have I.” You said, he kisses the top of your head, lightly. “This isn’t gonna make thins weird at work right…”

“Never, baby.” He sighs, he kisses you gently again, “you’re mine.”

“Am I?” You laugh,

“Yes. And I’m yours.”

#n.flying #n.flying smut #n.flying seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying 18+#n.flying fluff #n.flying fic #seunghyub smut #seunghyub fluff

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kbandtrash · 2 years

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N.Flying at the Amusement Park

~Rachel~

Went to lagoon last week and I was. inspired

Masterlist

Seunghyub

Warms up throughout the day and cools off at the end

Likes to start with the more cutesy easy rides and build up to the roller coasters as the day goes on

And then goes back and redoes the ones he liked the most

But at the end of the day he’s all about the slow classic rides

He’ll hold hands with you in line even when it’s hot outside

He kinda looks at the other people in line and has to make sure they know you’re an item

He’ll sneak kisses on rides when he’s sure no one else can see

And at the top of roller coasters before you fall

He prefers mid to back of the trains so really he’ll kiss you and then you drop

He’s not necessarily afraid of bigger coasters he just has to give himself time to work up to them

He’s the type to look around at the top of the Ferris wheel and take pictures

And then when you say “wow the view is gorgeous!”

He looks at you and says “yeah it is”

And then he’ll kiss you again

After the sunset Ferris wheel he will occasionally go back and do coasters again because lines are short

Or whatever you want to do because he’s pretty okay with being dragged around too

Hun

There for the vibes

Will go on roller coasters but you kinda have to bribe him

More about people watching and face paint than adrenaline

He likes some of the chill ground rides like swings and stuff

But roller coasters definitely aren’t his first choice

You go and get cat whiskers and then cotton candy and ice cream and you walk around

Just kinda admiring the sights and sounds until you finish your treats

Then like Ferris wheel, big swing ride, tilt-a-whirl, bumper cars

The biggest ride he’ll volunteer for is the boat swinging thing

You can talk him into roller coasters and those like you’re attached to a seat and flung around like a ragdoll things idk

But honestly he doesn’t really like them especially the flingy rides

He also really doesn’t like rides where you get wet but if it’s really hot outside he might be up for it just to cool off

The only rides he refuses to go on are the rise and drop ones

Hate is not a strong enough word

But he does like to take pictures after more intense rides just to see how funny his hair looks

And to remember that he spent a fun day with you doing things outside of his normal comfort zone

Jaehyun

Screams

Every single ride he screams bloody murder

Unironically

It’s his idea to get on in the first place

In line he’s like getting anxious bouncing up and down wringing his hands

Like “oh man I don’t know this is kinda scary are you sure it’s safe????”

And then you get on and he almost shatters your eardrums

And then you get off his legs are all shaky

You ask “hey are you okay like was that too much”

He just turns to you and says cool as a cucumber

“Yes come on”

“Let’s do it again”

And so the cycle repeats

Like maybe the chiller rides he’s not screaming necessarily but you know this man he opens his mouth and a lot of sound comes out

One of those swingy spinny rides “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO FUUUUN”

Something unexpected though is he loooves hyping up little kids going on rides they’re barely tall enough for

High fives all around “you’re so brave!!! Wow you must be so cool if you want to do this roller coaster”

And then when everyone gets off after Jaehyun was screaming the whole time the kids just laugh at him but he just plays it off like “oh you’re much braver than I am”

He winks at you like there’s some inside joke you’re in on

Like boy I’ve been with you all day don’t act like you’re pretending here

Hweseung

If he doesn’t almost pee his pants is it even worth it??

Did he even have fun if he didn’t almost throw up???

The whole point of the amusement park is the adrenaline rush

Giggles like a madman instead of screaming

He actually hates the dropping feeling in his stomach but he has convinced himself that he loves it

He’s gotta sit at the back of the coaster or else the suspense of waiting for the drop kinda kills him

The part he actually does like is the g-force pressing him down into the seat

But this weird little adrenaline junkie has managed to convince himself that the dropping feeling is the best part

It’s kinda cute though he always holds your hand when you’re going down

As you get to the top it’s like clockwork

Like lightning his hand reaches over to your lap bar and he’s squeezing like your hand is the thing keeping him in his seat

Also he doesn’t like really scream because his vocal cords but he does make this really funny “YEEEEEEEEE” sound

And when you get off he’s all bouncy excited like “oh man that was awesome let’s do another one!!!”

Still holding your hand because sometimes he forgets and sometimes (always) he just likes holding your hand

Dongsung

Very content to be dragged around and do whatever you want to do

He is suspiciously good at finding cameras on roller coasters (if there are any)

And he warns you so you can do something ridiculous together

Or he doesn’t warn you and you end up with a picture of you in your natural habitat with him making a stupid face or looking like a bored statue

He likes getting little souvenir trinkets so he has something besides pictures to bring back memories later

Usually gets them in matching pairs for couple items

Or sometimes it’s just a gift for you

Or a little thing for himself

He does not like spending any other extra money though

All the carnival games or the pay-extra rides are a waste to him

He gets grouchy over park food prices too

(Which is totally reasonable)

So he is not wont to buying ice cream or cotton candy or anything outside of sustenance

He also says eating in the park is a waste of time because you paid to get in to go on rides not to pay more and sit around eating

He is quite serious about sunscreen though he does not want either of you burning and having a miserable time the next day

He wants to leave with no regrets

Masterlist once again

#n.flying #n.flying x reader #n.flying fic #n.flying fiction #lee seunghyub x reader #cha hun x reader #jaehyun x reader #hweseung x reader #dongsung x reader

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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REALLY? IN A CAFE?

genre. fluff. warnings. seunghyub is so down bad. pairing. seunghyub x fem!reader. wc. 644. request. requested by @blue-jisungs for the 1500 follower event here!! a/n. so this went a little longer than it was supposed to WHOOPS but likeeee i got so excited to be writing for seunghyub and just n.flying in general I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ITS DEVASTATING?? also i rly love how this turned out

As Seunghyub watched you order, eyes practically sparkling with joy at the thought of eating, there was only one thought that crossed his mind. Well, not really crossed, more like trampled and stomped and plagued like some sort of disease. But it wasn’t unwelcome— or maybe it was, since the nervousness and butterflies and embarrassing heat that crept up to his ears were all side effects of it.

He wants to marry you.

He didn't just want to, he needed to. He’s planned the proposal about a million or more times in his head and even wrote down some bad cheesy speeches about how much he loves you and how he wouldn’t be able to live without you. At this point, the only thing stopping him is his own nerves. He knew he would stumble over his words and probably cry. Just the thought of going down on one knee and asking you that question had his heart racing uncomfortably in his chest.

“—and one caramel latte. That’s all!” You turned back to Seunghyub and he had to avert his gaze to the window before you could notice how much he had been staring. But as soon as he heard giggles escape from your mouth, he knew he’d been caught.

“Baby, your ears are so red!”

You pointing it out was enough to make him shrink a little in his chair out of embarrassment, and not just his ears, but his entire face coloured a deeper shade of crimson.

Worst of all, he noticed that you had gotten up from your chair and walked over to him. Your hands cupped his cheek, and before he could even ask you anything, you’d placed a kiss on his nose. You pulled away just to press another one to his forehead amidst light laughter.

He almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was so unbelievably in love with you that it was slowly driving him insane— and all he could imagine in that moment is you delivering those same kisses but with a ring on your finger. He could imagine waking up next to you and being able to call you his wife. He knew that you would adore calling him your husband just as much as he would go crazy over hearing you say it.

Everything felt so light in the seconds after you kissed his face. The nervousness went away, and so did the racing of his heart. Even the weight of the ring box in his back pocket didn’t feel heavy anymore.

Seunghyub knew it wasn’t the best moment to do it. He knew he also might regret it later— not that he had been planning anything big, but just that doing it in a small cafe wasn’t the most private of places.

But he simply couldn’t wait any longer. Every single cell in his body was buzzing, and before his brain could think better of it, he was pulling the ring box out from his back pocket and letting the 4 words slip from his mouth as you still cupped his face.

You were shocked to say the least when one second you were cooing over your boyfriend’s blushy face and the next second he was asking you to marry him. You weren’t quite sure what spurred him on, not that you cared in the moment. You were agreeing without hesitation as soon as you heard the question, elation filling up your entire body.

You would have prodded him about why he chose to propose at that moment, but as soon as he had finished slipping the ring on your finger and pressing his lips to yours, the food you had ordered was ready. You had no choice but to slide back to your seat, tossing your fiancé a look that he knew meant he would definitely be getting some questions about this later.

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enihk-writes · 3 months

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[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

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sunjakes · 1 year

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enhypen members as mini playlists

genre: fluff word count: 187 a/n: drafted this at like 1am so i could give y’all smth before i finally drop my sunghoon fic 😭 i hope these playlists make sense to y’all bc they all feel so enha to me

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

too much to dream - allie x golden - cory wong feat. cody fry love - dean feat. syd four - daisy never gonna be alone - jacob collier feat. lizzie mcalpine and john mayer saviour - jacob collier

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

enmu - haze let me let you go - one ok rock never - mag.lo feat. o_super baby turns blue - virgin prunes girls & boys - blur it’s not living (if it’s not with you) - the 1975

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

wasteurtime - kevin walkman pretty boy - the neighbourhood the adults are talking - the strokes fangs - matt champion pink bubblegum - lavi kou tungs - the frights

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

ditto - newjeans two birds - regina spektor then, now and forever - cnblue rises the moon - liana flores lady - official hige dandism daydreaming - daisy

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

sunkissed - khai dreams 突然 do love me! - hkt48 strawberry blond - mitski dance, baby! - boy pablo girlfriend - hemlocke springs lovefool - n.flying

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

buttercup - jack stauber mercury - steve lacy someone to spend time with - los retros notion - the rare occasions on the way - nct dream homage - mild high club

↪︎ nishumura riki 西村力

wachito rico - boy pablo u - millennium parade different state of mind - kid bloom runaway - dios hikiniku - haze restore the feeling - daniel caesar feat. sean leon and jacob collier

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princewonwoo · 2 years

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I was tagged by @ambivartence 🫧 thanks a bunch for the tag ^w^

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL

p - Polaroid Love // Enhypen

r - Runaway // Eric Nam

i - Into the I-LAND // I-LAND (aka. emotional damage)

n - Naughty boy // Pentagon

c - cry for me // TWICE

e - EOEO // uniq

w - win // ateez

o - One Way Lover // Eric Nam

n - No diggity // ONEUS

w - What U // SPEED

o - OMGT // MADTOWN

o - Oh really. // N.flying

Tagging: @sun-jakes @snowy-meowl @lavender-nyx-rose @softforqiankun @changbinniez-princess @jisungs-tummy @batmanq @jeonwonhi @koos-euphoria @jl-micasea-fics @myungho @raibebe

You really don’t have to do that, especially if you have a long ass name xD

#tag game #there are more songs that start with O than I expected xD

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nflyins · 10 months

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WELCOME TO KYOUNGHOON!

rin. twenty seven. she/they. ace. multi boy group stan <3 tracking #usersrin for visual content.

v. i ult shinee. astro & exo, as well as ateez, n.flying & seventeen. i post about lots of groups, though. including p1harmony, the boyz, zerobaseone, verivery, wei, btob, and got7. my favourite soloists are woodz, holland, dpr ian, and eric nam.

v. you can find me at hwanginyeop (main, dramas), wouyoung (atz), leedokyum (svt), sfnine (sf9).

v. occasionally i create content, but not often. however i would appreciate if you didn't use it for your nsfw fics because it makes me uncomfortable. thank you.

#🤭🤭🤭#rin.txt

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kanouseis · 1 year

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OH MT GOD WAIT ABD ALSO. 1 3 5 6 9 10 11 12 13 FORR ONE PIECE TOO 😜😜🫶

1 – character you relate most to

uhhhhhh ace. i will not elaborate. see 5

3 – fav ship

dont have any tbqh

5 – fav character and why

you cannot make me choose here okay live with it. one is ace (i wrote a 6k essay about him do i even have to explain. i have a weak spot for found family and ace is just, well, yknow. gestures at everything) second is law (childhood nostalgia lmao also classic case of lesbian cohet crush. love this dude w his polar-coded crew all the heart symbolisms and the found family Okay)

6 – image associated with the fandom

a whole bunch of theorists and ppl with weird opinions (sorrynotsorry). im not very involved there tho so

9 – fav fic

n/a i havent read any

10 – song for a ship

n/a see 3

11 – song for a character

moonshot by n.flying; ace

thursday's child has far to go by txt; law

no explanation just vibes

12 – fav hc

dont really have any im not a hc person but female characters as sapphic <33 espicially lesbian nami is dear to me if anything

13 – what would you do in this universe

knowing me id be a law-abiding citizen but maybe id secretly join the revolution because im cool like that

#key reply #oz-in-wdrlands

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wnpil · 1 year

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hi! my name is sabrina and i'm ceo of the wonpil nose appreciation society.

stats: — age: twenty seven — pronouns: she/her — orientation: biromantic — zodiac: taurus, may 10th

— i'm a multi stan and my ults are day6, the rose and onewe. — i also stan n.flying and xdinary heroes! — you can also find me @userfic for fic related content (mostly atz and skz)

i'm tracking #userfic for all things fic and kbands! my tag is open for anybody to use, so please don't hesitate to tag me in your writing/original visual content.

#intro post #do not rb

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hyubcore · 1 year

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[11:07am]

you bite your tongue as you try not to cry while jaehyun holds you close. you squeeze him tight, savoring the feeling of his arms around you.

"i'll miss you, dummy," you say quietly as he lets you out of his embrace. you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes, for you know if he were to see them, he'd make fun of you for crying and never let you live it down. you smile as you look up at him, and he tilts his head, looking at you admirably. you loved jaehyun, he was your best friend, and you were going off to college for the year, which was always a hard departure to make. he was your rock; you grew up together, you had become closer than ever.

"i have to tell you something before you go," jaehyun said softly, grabbing your hands. you guys held hands before, but never like the way he held yours in that moment. you wanted to cry again. "i really like you. more than a friend. and i'm sorry if that ruins things, but you deserve to know. it's not something i wanna keep to myself anymore."

your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to speak, but no words came out. you bit your lip, and jaehyun dropped your hands. "you don't have to say anything. just know that i love you, a lot."

you hugged him tight again. he slowly but surely hugged you back, and you kissed the area of his neck that you could reach. you felt his cheek swell against your head as he smiled to himself.

#n.flying #nflying #n.flying fic #n.flying fanfic #nflying fic #nflying fanfic #nflying fanfiction #n.flying fanfiction #n.flying angst #n.flying fluff #kim jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun fanfiction

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yinxiong · 4 years

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my crime (was loving you)

muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff

word count: 3575

warnings: none

summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.

notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3

Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.

Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.

It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.

Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.

Not even to her.

Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.

(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)

Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.

She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?

After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.

(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.

Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.

At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)

But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.

“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.

“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”

She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”

She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.

So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.

“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”

“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.

“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”

(I’d rather be the only one you have.)

“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”

We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.

“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”

(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)

He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”

The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”

He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”

She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”

(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.

But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.

After all, it’s never real in the end.)

“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.

“Who?”

“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”

Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”

“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”

“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”

“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.

“What the hell?”

“Shocking, I know,” Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”

Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”

“Looked like what?”

Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.

“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”

Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.

“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.

Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.

“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”

Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”

She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.

“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”

It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”

So she waits.

Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.

“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.

But that’s none of her business, really.

“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”

A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.

“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”

The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.

“Why?”

“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”

And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.

“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”

From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.

His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”

“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”

“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”

She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.

“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”

Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.

Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.

(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)

A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they

(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)

Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.

Oh no.

(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)

Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.

That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.

“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”

She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”

“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”

That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.

Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”

He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”

“I know.”

He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.

“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”

“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.

He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”

“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.

“What—”

“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”

She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.

“You mean that? All of that?”

“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”

“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”

Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”

He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.

To kiss him.

A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.

When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.

“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”

Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”

“Can I pay in more kisses?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”

(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)

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Fell From the Sky (Hwayugi-inspired AU) (Part 4)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

(It has been a year almost to the day since part 3 lol if anyone actually reads this series I'm so sorry but I promise the next part will be the last one)

Warnings: mentions of violence, near-death experience

Word Count: 3.3k

“I think I fell in love with a human,” Kwangjin said, avoiding your gazes. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

You and Hun exchanged worried glances with each other; you had never expected this, especially from Kwangjin.

“Your options are the same as ours,” you stated solemnly. You can continue meeting her in secret, you could descend to be with her…”

“Or I could come forward,” Kwangjin said. He didn’t like any of those options. “It’s so dangerous to visit the human world, but I’ve worked too hard to give up now.”

Two predicaments of love was too many. Hun leaned his head on your shoulder and you felt him sigh.

“How did you meet her?” you asked.

Kwangjin smiled. “Unexpectedly,” he answered.

The morning came hard and bright, without mercy. This was not the first time the boys had all ended up passed out at your house, but perhaps it felt more dangerous because there was some intent behind it this time.

Hun helped you pick the clothes that would aid your cause the most--that is to say nice, but not nice enough to appear prideful. Humble, but not humble enough to portray you as disposable. Luckily, the place the boys lived was close to you, so it wasn’t hard to stop at their place to pick something similar for Hun to wear. The others wanted to look nice as well, but they didn’t have the same pressure that the two of you faced. Everything had to be perfect, but those standards changed constantly and were nearly impossible to predict.

You approached the gates of the palace, and the boys stood supportively behind you and Hun. For the first time, you laced your fingers with his in public.

“Ah, I want to tease you,” Hwerseung sighed from behind you.

“Let’s see a kiss for good luck,” Seunghyub suggested cheekily.

You turned around to give him a dirty look as Hun protested vocally, but Jaehyun furthered the request. So the two of you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Two hundred years had passed, and what was the point of waiting any longer? So you obliged their silly demand, and as short as it was, it made your heart race. Perhaps soon you might get to do that whenever you wanted.

The stupid grin on Hun’s face must have matched yours. You felt confident now.

“Let’s go in,” Hun said. You nodded.

But the doors swung open on their own, revealing the court. The aura was a stark contrast from the joy you were sharing with your friends.

Your heart racing at a different beat, you looked again to Hun for reassurance. We’ll be fine, his expression seemed to say, although you could tell he wasn’t sure he believed that. So you entered the court and the gate closed behind you.

“The elder gods were of a particularly bad temper that day,” Kwangjin recalled solemnly. “Even though lately, they’ve been less oppressive about courtship in the heavens, they’re still volatile, and these two just ended up with the short end of the stick that day.”

“Did they force her to descend?” Hwan asked.

“No, she’s not descended like us,” Seungseok reminded him.

“They tried to end her life altogether,” Hun said, finally speaking up.

“After all we’ve done for you?” one of the elders scoffed. “We gave you a second chance at ascension, and this is how you repay us?”

You tried to argue your case, but they were having none of it. “It’s been nearly two hundred y--”

“Your responsibilities to us outweigh your personal desires,” another deity snapped.

“Your arrogance is astounding,” another chimed in condescendingly.

You fell to your knees in a desperate bow. “Please,” you begged,” this is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”

Hun knelt next to you. “She has been nothing but obedient since the day she entered the gates of the heavens,” he pled, “and so have I.”

A discontented murmur raced through the council.

“Is this what you call obedience?” the eldest of the gods sneered, standing up and drawing their sword. They looked down at you and the eye contact sent chills down your spine. This was the end, and you knew it. “How impertinent.”

“The elders were much angrier with her than they were with Hun, and they quite nearly killed her in their rage,” Kwangjin recounted solemnly. “We heard the commotion, and this could have been stupid of us, but we couldn’t do nothing. We opened the doors ourselves to try to intervene.”

Cheolmin’s eyes widened in shock. “And they still let you all live?”

Kwangjin wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. “We had to beg for our own lives before they would allow us to beg for hers, and even then, it didn’t look good for any of us.

“Until you stepped in,” Hun recalled.

Kwangjin lowered his head humbly. “I had my own reasons as well, you know that.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you saved everyone.”

Kwangjin looked up again, and there were tears in his eyes as he smiled. “I offered my status in the heavens as collateral,” he said. “I said I would descend if they would save her and leave the rest of them alone. Normally, I don’t think they would take a deal like that, but they were intrigued.”

Kwangjin’s phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the story.

“Ah, is it already that time?” Hwan asked, checking his watch.

“I can just tell her to meet me at home today,” Kwangjin said, unlocking his phone to answer the text.

“Why? Your wife hasn’t met Hun yet?” Seungseok wondered.

“She always meets you here after work,” Cheolmin added. “She’ll get suspicious.”

“We met once,” Hun said. “She helped me pick out the coat (Y/N) wore today.”

“That sounds like her,” Seungseok said with a smile, which quickly fell. “Does that mean she knows about (Y/N), too?”

“Not in detail, but she knows why I look after her,” Kwangjin answered, setting his phone down. “She’s coming like normal, so we should wrap up our story quickly.”

The memory of the eldest deity’s sword piercing through your body woke you in a cold sweat. Your clock told you it was nearly 3 am, but you were wide awake now. The nightmare that had woken you felt too real to have just been a conjuration of your imagination, but it felt too far away to be true. As you grasped for the details of your dream, they disappeared, leaving a headache behind in their place.

Everything about the previous day had been so strange and so familiar. Truthfully, nothing about your life felt quite like it fit. You felt out of place from your surroundings and the people you knew, and now that you looked for them, all your memories were just out of reach. You had a feeling that Hun knew the answers because he was the only thing that had felt like he fit, maybe ever.

You curled up in your bed, trying to neutralize your pounding head by squeezing it between your arms. Tears leaked through your closed eyes as you tried to reach through the empty space to find something to hold onto, but it was trying to grab water. You knew there was something you missed terribly, and you felt it every day, but there was nothing you knew to be missing.

Kwangjin’s restaurant made it feel better, and Hun had made you feel almost whole again, but that made no sense. You had never met him before--even though you had been in love with him for centuries.

You had been in love with him for centuries.

Centuries?

Images surfaced in your mind of a place, sunny and bright, where you had spent a long, long time. You knew it as somewhere you used to call home--and he had been there with you. That was the time you missed so much, and your heart ached more for it.

While you still had the picture in your mind, you reached for your journal and wrote down everything you remembered. It felt more like an imaginative retelling of a dream, but you could feel it resonate in your heart as something that used to be part of you.

You woke up hours later with your journal and a pen still in your hand, the pages covered in not much more than chicken scratch. What of it that you could read was nonsense, and most of it was either, “I miss you,” or, “I love you.” Shaking your head and sighing, you closed the journal and set it back in its place on your nightstand. You must have slept terribly.

Looking at your clock, you realized you still had a few hours before you had to get up, so you gratefully wrapped yourself back up snugly in your sheets and dreamed another dream.

Your grip on his hand and on reality became looser by the moment. Hweseung had tried to use some of his divine power to heal you, but it was pretty much useless against a wound inflicted by the elder gods. Your skin was ashen and cold from the blood loss, and even though Hun was shaking, he felt warm.

“Just a bit longer. You just have to hold on until sundown,” he encouraged you.

“I’ll never see you again, will I?” you whispered.

“I’ll find a way,” he promised. “I won’t let you be alone for long.”

His skin glowed in the golden hour of the sunset. You kept your focus on his eyes; his beauty distracted you from the pain, both from your wounds and from the thought of what would happen next. Your eyes welled up with tears as you fought for the strength to hold him in your arms.

The light was fading from the sky.

Kwangjin returned to the courtyard, the few things he was allowed to take with him wrapped up neatly in a bundle. “You’ll make it,” he assured you as he knelt down next to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nodded weakly. “I’ll repay you,” you promised.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to repay.” He set his hand on Hun’s shoulder and then pulled him into an embrace. “Make sure Seunghyub eats enough. He looks too thin these days for how much he does.”

Hun realized the shift that was about to occur within their little group meant more than just you and Kwangjin going away. Responsibility was going to shift, and Kwangjin was leaving one last gift of guidance to help Hun manage it.

“Hit Jaehyun over the head if you need to--he needs to sleep whether he feels like it or not.”

Hun bit back a laugh with the tears that were threatening to spill.

“And even though Hweseung is cute, he knows it and he’s dangerous. Don’t let him get away with too much.”

You laid a light hand on top of Hun’s knee. “Let them help you, too,” you admonished. “Don’t be alone.” You reached for his arm and stroked it with your thumb. “Please.”

The last rays of the sun disappeared, and without knowing whether he accepted your counsel, so did your dream.

You called into work sick, although it was ridiculous that you had to do that in the first place. You were a divine being; they should be shaking with fear and begging you to bless their company with good fortune.

With a pass of your hand over your burned coat sleeve, you restored it to its original state. You now recognized it as something Hun would have picked out for you, and it was now even more precious to you.

Having your memories stolen and your power repressed had never been mentioned as part of being sentenced to live on earth. You were done. You were far more powerful than you had ever let on, and at last, you were going to use it. However, now you were surrounded by mortals, and your anger made it hard to control your power, so you had to get out of here fast.

But you were not leaving without him.

Seungseok could feel you coming as soon as you got to the nearest subway station, and he was rightfully terrified. He knew he wasn’t the one who was going to get hurt, but he understood that that kind of power required a ridiculous amount of control, which you might not have right then.

“Hyung!” he shouted to Kwangjin. The store had yet to open, thankfully. “Hyung, she knows.”

Kwangjin understood what Seungseok meant by the sudden pallor of his face.

Hun was woken up by the buzz of Kwangjin’s wife’s phone, which was left for him in case of an emergency.

“Hun, you have to come by the restaurant now.”

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around for his slippers. “You have three trained employees, and I am not one of them.”

“Hun,” Kwangjin snapped as the door to his restaurant flew open, “(Y/N) is here and she needs to talk to you now.”

Hun pulled the phone away from his face and looked at it. Had he actually just heard that? “I promised her I would tell her everything, remember? I can’t just go there because she’s curious.”

“No, you won’t need to tell her anything. She knows.”

This had to be a cool, wishful dream, because there was no way you had magically remembered everything overnight, not with whatever block they had placed on you. But, then again, you were determined and very powerful. If it could happen to anyone, it would be you.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He was still too tired to decide if this was real or not. His senses were all working fine, and his sense of balance was definitely correct. He definitely felt awake. The cold on his face outside definitely felt real, but even when he got to the restaurant and felt your aura, looked into your eyes, it felt impossible.

“You took too long,” you joked, really seeing him this time.

“I came as fast as I could.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You took too long coming to find me here.”

He had left you alone on this world too long, you were right. He hoped you would let him make up for lost time, and he was not disappointed as you pulled him into your arms.

Your energy was wide open in allowing him to feel all of your emotions. He was worried that it was so strong that the humans might feel it, but at the same time, he knew that this was only for him.

“We have to go back,” you said. “I need to make sure they know they made a mistake.”

Hun hid his face in your shoulder. “I just want to hide here for a little bit.”

“The longer you’re here, the longer the others are in danger,” you reminded him, but your tone was understanding. “I can’t let anything else happen to them.”

He held you just a little tighter for a moment. “Okay.” he conceded. “I think the kids want to talk to you first, though.”

Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok had been watching you not so subtly from the kitchen. Now that you knew who you were, you recognized them, too.

“Oh, I do know you boys,” you noted. “Where’s the fourth one?”

Hun cut in. “He’s ours now. You know we’re always best when we’re five.”

Oh, that was uncommon. “You’ll have to tell me that story another time,” you said, “after I get some revenge.”

Hun held you at an arm’s length to take you in. “You’re very different than you were before they forced you out,” he remarked.

He was right about that. You used to take anything, do anything asked of you. You were so quiet, especially as the time led up to your plans to come forward. He was relieved to see you changed like this.

“I’f fighting for you now--for us. Things are going to have to change.” You looked back over at the boys in the kitchen, and over to Kwangjin sitting at a table pensively. “You don’t want any part of this, though, do you?”

Kwangjin almost laughed as he shook his head. “I’m happy here now. I wouldn’t mind a visit every now and then, but I would never go back if I were given the choice.”

You looked back at the kids. “And you?”

“It’s been hard,” Cheolmin stepped forward, “but I think I would have to say the same.”

Hwan nodded. “It may be a bit boring, but it’s safe.”

“We get to choose what to do with our own lives now,” Seungseok said, “and that was something we would never have gotten to do as divine beings.”

“Our only duty is to ourselves and the people we love,” Kwangjin agreed.

The sentiment was so wonderful that you wished you could join them, but as you looked back at Hun and you thought of your friends and all the other divine beings you had met and loved, you knew your fate was going to be much different than that of Kwangjin and the boys.

“We should go.”

Hun nodded in agreement, although he was starting to think that being human would be a pretty nice deal, too. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” You raised an eyebrow and he glanced over at the other boys. “Maybe not in front of them, though, maybe.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, please go far away, because I don’t want to know,” Seungseok said, averting both his eyes and his whole body from the two of you. “I’m already getting so much TMI from the energy you’re both spewing right now.”

“Message received,” you laughed. “We’ll return and report once we win our fight.” Cheolmin opened his mouth for one more request, but you beat him to it. “And I will personally make sure that Dongsung stays safe.”

The boys exploded into touched whispers. “She remembered his name,” Cheolmin said with a sniffle.

“He’s our precious baby now. We take good care of him, too,” Hun told you.

“Even Hweseung?” you asked, surprised. “He’s not jealous?”

“Especially Hweseung.”

Now that your power was freed, you noticed that there was a lot that you didn’t think was there before. It was entirely possible that the elders had sealed away your power, and now that you felt the full extent of your broken seal, you were almost sure that had happened, because you felt as powerful as an elder god.

So, as you and Hun walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, you used some of this new power to take you to your apartment in an instant. You took advantage of your privacy immediately. You pulled him as close as you could get him, and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it.

He wasn’t expecting it, but he leaned into it, losing his bearings as quickly as he had gained them. This new confidence of yours was dangerously attractive, and he was a little scared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you now.

It really would be nice just to hide here for a bit like a human, but the sooner you returned to the heavens, the sooner he would be able to marry you properly, and then he could be all yours.

As his heart pounded and he gasped for breath, he told you it was time to leave. He kept to himself that if you didn’t go now, then it was going to be hard for him to keep controlling himself.

You were still almost as close as two people could be. He leaned his head forward so his forehead touched yours, and the next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your old house in the heavens.

Part 5

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