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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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when jeonghan realizes he's in love with you

friends to lovers (??), fluff, i'm not sure there's even a plot lol. just got this sudden, random urge to write bc i was listening to dream (kor ver) earlier. not sure the wc bc i wrote it on tumblr but it's Short 🤍 not proofread. enjoy!

Jeonghan has always claimed he doesn't think he can date a friend.

It's weird.

And he's pretty emotional (romantic?) of a person, so if there's no spark from the beginning, it's likely that his brain has categorized that person as a friend and nothing else. No chance whatsoever that he'd develop romantic feelings in the future.

Though he's also realistic, so he admits that there might be a 0.1% possibility that he might suddenly like a friend romantically. Who knows, right?

But not you.

Not because he thinks you're lacking, but because you've been friends for too long that Jeonghan was sure that if, and only if, there was a possibility that he'd fall for you, it probably had long passed.

He's seen almost every side of you, so have you his. Hell, he's pretty sure he even treats you almost the same way he treats Seungcheol and Joshua; surely, there's no way, right?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you glare, annoyed.

Jeonghan blinks owlishly; has he been staring at you? His eyes dart to your eyes and then down to your lips for half a second before he searches for your face, both intrigued and curious.

He doesn't register whatever's coming out of your lips, but is it just him or do you actually look flustered the more he stares at you?

"Jeonghan. Stop it."

"Why?"

"The right question is why are you staring at me!" You reaches out to turn his face elsewhere, your palm centimeters away from his cheek when he catches your wrist, his eyes still refusing to look at anything but you.

He sees you pout, and his mind suddenly thinks back about a talk he has with Seungcheol a few years ago, when his friend asked if he'd ever consider dating you because he thought you'd make a good pair.

You had pouted in disgust, told Seungcheol that it's gross to paint that kind of image between you and Jeonghan when you're clearly nothing but friends.

He didn't take that too personally, he remembers, he had simply laughed and agreed. But he also remembers glancing at your lips then, wondering how they'd feel against his, quickly removing the thoughts out of his mind because you're not supposed to think about friends that way.

"Will you be mad if I kiss you?"

Your eyes widen comically, and he would've teased you if he's in his usual mood. But he's not. And he wants to find out if there's a reason behind why he's been adamant about seeing your smile and wanting to stay close to you as much as possible.

"What? Are you drunk?"

"Will you?"

You pause for a second, your eyes searching for him, biting your lower lip before you shake your head no.

His thumb reaches for your lip so you'll release it from your teeth before he places his lips upon yours, his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the tips of his ears burning red.

The kiss (peck?) lasts for a short three seconds (or was it 3 minutes? He doesn't know, he can't think straight with you in this proximity). And when he pulls away, your breath warm against his face, he presses his lips together as if to see whether he can still feel you there or not.

"If you're making all that fuss just to kiss me." You whisper, avoiding his eyes despite the usual teasing tone Jeonghan's used to hear from you. "At least kiss me properly, will you?"

Jeonghan grins. If this is what being in love with your friend is like, perhaps it's not as bad as he thought it would be.

For the first time, he doesn't mind at all being wrong as long as he gets to be with you.

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mangocustard16 · 5 months

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home is wherever you are

| synopsis: Jeonghan's back from his crazy tour. He wraps himself up in you, soaking in the warmth and forgetting the world.

| pairing: idolbf!Yoon Jeonghan x gn!reader

| genre: fluff, comfort

| warnings: touch-starved jeonghan, skinship

| w.c: 490

| a/n: this is pure fluff, requested by @thepoopdokyeomtouched ♡

Jeonghan exhaled a sigh of relief; he has never been happier to kick off his shoes at the front door after spending so much time away from home. His feet slipping into the smooth cream carpet under him brought him comfort; it was an all-too-familiar feeling. The feeling of homesickness that had previously lingered over him had evaporated into thin air.

Two months had felt like an eternity, and the ache of separation melted away at that moment. His tour had been a whirlwind of stages and fans, but now he was here, back home with you.

You rushed into his arms, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace. Jeonghan held you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. The scent of his cologne mixed with the weariness of travel, creating a unique aroma.

"I missed you so much," he whispered into your hair, his voice laced with exhaustion and relief. The weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders as he held you close.

But beneath that relief, there was something else—something you could sense in the way his fingers clung to your back.

As you pulled away, you noticed the vulnerability in his eyes. It was a look you hadn't seen before, a mix of longing and a touch of sadness. Jeonghan had always been expressive, but this was different. It was as if he craved something more than just your presence.

"Hey," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, just… missed this." He gestured between the two of you, emphasizing the closeness. "Missed you."

Understanding dawned on you. Jeonghan, the idol who was constantly in the spotlight, had missed the simple intimacy that came with being at home. The whirlwind of the tour had drained him, and now all he wanted was to feel your warmth.

You led him to the couch, and without a word, he sank into it, pulling you down beside him. The television remote lay forgotten as he settled against the cushions, his head finding a comfortable spot on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, tracing patterns as you let the silence embrace you.

Jeonghan sighed a contented sound that echoed through the room. The world outside didn't matter; all that existed was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms.

As the minutes ticked by, you felt the tension slowly leave Jeonghan's body. The touch-starved ache seemed to ease with every gentle caress, as if your presence alone was enough to heal the fatigue he carried.

"I'm home," he mumbled into your palm, his voice soft but filled with love. Home, not just in the physical sense, but in the warmth of your touch, in the comfort of your presence.

And in that quiet moment, Jeonghan knew that his home was wherever you were.

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p0ckykiss · 6 months

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five ways to say "i love you" - jeonghan

summary - how jeonghan shows his love to you, through all five love languages

-> sick y/n, worried jeonghan, fluff, established relationship, soft jeonghan!!!!, whipped jeonghan

seasonal depression is a real thing. at least, according to you it is. personally, jeonghan had never experienced it. its entire premise just didn't really make sense, is all. watching the leaves change colors and fall was beautiful, and when winter rolled around the corner, so did the holidays and days off. if anything, wasn't that a reason to be happier?

a sneeze interrupts his train of thought, and jeonghan feels a pang in his chest at the sight.

it's officially been three days with you being flu-struck, and you both hoped it would've gotten better by now, but if anything it only seemed to have gotten worse. the time reads a quarter past two, and jeonghan can't help but sigh.

you've been stuck on the couch since noon, curled up in your warmest blanket trying to watch the latest sitcom episode. your drowsiness is palpable, and every time you reach for a tissue to blow your nose, jeonghan flinches.

if seasonal depression corresponded with your well-being, then maybe jeonghan relates to it more than he thinks. and though jeonghan is chock-full of sympathy, his urgency to comfort you proves stronger.

and so jeonghan begins to rack his brain for different methods to make you feel better. and somehow his memories digress to the day you both took the love language test, even before you started dating. much to his embarrassment, jeonghan doesn't actually remember what your love language is, and he's way too prideful to ask. luckily, the nostalgia ends with the spark of a lightbulb, and jeonghan smiles. he knows exactly what to do.

—

the quest to rediscover your love language begins with the first type: words of affirmation.

slowly, jeonghan saunters over to you, trailing his fingertips over the leather of the couch, then over the fabric of the blanket, gently and gradually, until they find their way to your shoulder, and jeonghan leans down so you're promptly face to face. the quiet chatter from the TV fills up empty space, but it's not enough to force jeonghan to speak loudly. so he doesn't. instead, he inches ever so closer, until he can make out every beauty mark on your face, and he breathes, hardly above a whisper, "you're so beautiful."

in an attempt to play the compliment off, you merely roll your eyes. you blame your illness, though, when you can't contain the slightest inklings of a smile forming, nor the red flush that threatens to overtake your cheeks. you pair a gentle slap against jeonghan's arm with the statement, "i look like shit," and the accusation, "you're just saying that to make me feel better."

if it was even possible, jeonghan moves in closer, propping one hand on the couch arm for support so he could lift his other hand to rest perfectly under your chin. jeonghan swipes his thumb over your skin, hot to the touch, but he can't tell if it's from a blush or from the fever. "you might be right," jeonghan concedes, humming as he takes in every detail of your current state—rosy nose, puffy eyes, dry skin, messy hair—and yet jeonghan can't seem to find any flaws. inspection complete, jeonghan searches for the one thing he knows he can find. ever so faintly, glimmers dance in your eyes, and when jeonghan catches them with his own, like he's done before a million times, he repeats himself. "you might be right. i could just be saying that to make you feel better." jeonghan tucks one of many stray hairs behind your ear before reaching down to cup your hands together, "but that doesn't make it any less true."

and jeonghan can see it, can physically see it, how all of your insecurities instantly crumble, like a house of cards collapsing upon itself, melting away to make room for new walls, sturdier this time, built from affirmations and confidence and care.

a verbal response isn't required. all you do is smile, subtly, so that your lips barely curve up, and you close your eyes. but even this speaks volumes, because it's your cue of absorbing all the good things around you, no matter how small. it's also jeonghan's cue to add one final speck of positivity to your realm with a sweet kiss to your forehead, before he takes his leave to give you your much-needed space.

—

mindless chatter continues to emit from the TV, and when jeonghan peers into the living room, he spots you tucked away in your same spot on the couch, only this time your head rested lower and your mouth hung open, blissfully asleep and temporarily free from the virus that ailed you.

jeonghan is quick to shimmy on his coat. braving the bite of winter air, it was time to do some shopping for part two, giving gifts, in his mission to determine your love language.

months of taking extra shifts, saving up, determined observations, and heavy research all culminated into this one moment. he was battling not one, but two, life-or-death decisions. the first was to pick which gaming console to buy, and the second was to pick which game to correctly pair with said console. his dedication to this plan, despite being executed weeks before the planned date, does not fail him, and fifteen minutes later jeonghan is walking back into your home as if nothing even happened.

luckily, you are still asleep, which gives jeonghan enough time to wrap up (literally) this phase of the journey and get a head start on the next: acts of services.

—

about a million things fly through jeonghan's head when he watches you ease out of your slumber, the most prominent thought being how adorable you look, but the most important thought being how sick you still must feel, and how it's engraved in jeonghan's soul to fend off your demons.

unable to contain his excitement, jeonghan approaches you with his arms tucked behind his back, very conspicuously hiding something. you don't even get the chance to sit up before jepnghan kneels beside you, looking up with the largest pair of star-filled eyes.

jeonghan brings both hands forward, so the two presents display themselves proudly between you. "i was going to wait until christmas," he shuffles the gifts into your arms, "but i can't stand seeing you like this." jeonghan balls his fists into his lap to prevent himself from tearing away at the wrappings himself. "i hope you like it."

piece by piece, bits of red and green foil fall to the floor. no amount of congestion or itchiness in your throat could suppress the yelp that burst from your voice. "jeonghan," you begin, but the growing lump of emotion in your chest was making it damn near impossible to finish your sentence. "you really didn't have to."

jeonghan beams. "yes i did. i know how much you miss your old switch."

"you mean the one i threw out the window because i couldn't pass that one stupid level of super mario?"

it's clear that you are very unfond of the memory, but jeonghan simply finds it all the more endearing. "that's the one."

the grin on jeonghan's face has yet to falter, and suddenly the swells of appreciation that lap at your heart transform into guilt. you imagine all the sacrifices jeonghan must have made in order to afford this, all the late shifts he had to seek out, just to buy you a replacement for something you broke in the first place. you swallow a lump of equal parts of exasperation and admiration down your throat, ready to air out further protest because you really don't deserve this, and you sure as hell don't deserve jeonghan.

and jeonghan can imagine all of your internal turmoil, of course he can, which gives him all the more reason to assure you that you do, in fact, deserve the entire world. it's also happily up to jeonghan to deliver it to you. one warm hand placed on your cold ones and a couple of soothing circles rubbed atop of them later, and jeonghan has effectively drawn you out of your own bubble.

"whatever you're worrying about," jeonghan exhales, "don't." when jeonghan senses the tension releasing from your body, he drives his point across with a home run. "plus," he nods at the game he bought to accompany the console, mario kart 8, "we can play together this time, too."

there's no reason to argue, you conclude, especially not against jeonghan. a deep breath resets your mentality, and you try your best to return to your usual self, biting back a smile. "you know I won't go easy on you, right?"

"oh please," jeonghan ruffles your already messy hair, "in your condition, you'll be begging me to go easy on you."

frowning, you take a moment to envision this unlikely scenario. unwilling to even entertain the possibility of losing to jeonghan, you dodge the challenge altogether. "how about we play another time," you mutter.

and at that, jeonghan jumps to his feet, grabbing the switch and the game in one fell swoop. "i knew you were gonna say that," he giggles, "which is why I prepared something else."

after quickly shooting a prayer to whatever gods were out there, you tentatively say, "please don't tell me you got another ridiculously expensive gift. this is more than enough." you're more than enough, you want to add, but don't.

jeonghan all but skips to the kitchen. "i wouldn't exactly call this a gift." a painfully slow thirty seconds pass until he returns to the couch in the living room, to you, carefully balancing a plate of various desserts in one hand, and cradling what appeared to be a lighter in the other.

you squint, double checking if you were actually seeing what you thought you were seeing. "what exactly would you call it, then?"

figuring that calling it an act of service would be much too blatant, jeonghan settles on "lunch."

"lunch?" you eye the plate, definitively making out two chocolate bars, a sleeve of graham crackers, and a bundle of marshmallows.

once his rendition of a charcuterie board is secure on the coffee table, jeonghan maneuvers his way onto the couch and under the blanket, shoulder to shoulder with you one and only. "you haven't eaten all day. and i know you probably don't want to eat a proper meal," jeonghan gestures at their awaiting food, "but I also know you crave sweets when you're sick."

it should be second nature by now, really, with how many times jeonghan so casually demonstrates just how well he knows you, maybe even more than you knows yourself. but jeonghan leaves you in awe every time, regardless.

s'mores are your designated comfort food. the entire process is just so enjoyable, from prepping the ingredients and assembling the structure, to trying to eat the whole thing in one bite lest the remnants ooze out the sides. and so you both do just that.

lacking anything close to a fireplace or a firepit, you roast marshmallows skewered with chopsticks above the dim flame from the lighter. as per the laws of physics (or something like that), the first marshmallow never goes well, and you both end up with a big black burnt chunk of goo. you effectively hurl yours in the trash, but jeonghan dares to take a nibble off his own. he learns that curiosity does, in fact, kill the cat, and jeonghan scrambles to wash out that terrible ashy aftertaste on his tongue. then he hears the faint sound of you snorting, and he concludes that it was worth it.

you tackle the issue of melting the chocolate next, but it's jeonghan who requests to handle this part because he doesn't want to risk you getting burnt.

and so you watch as jeonghan carefully heats the chocolate piece by piece over the fire. and you note all of jeonghan's habits you've picked up on over the years. how jeonghan's tongue peaks out from the corner of his mouth when he's super concentrated, how he furrows his brows when he tries to see better, how he forgets to blink when there's one specific thing on his mind. and you feel yourself likewise melting like the chocolate, because even to this day, you still can't fathom how you were so lucky to have jeonghan to call yours.

"i hope you're hungry," jeonghan announces, grinning ear to ear.

you reciprocate the expression. it's assembly time.

you make a mess. it was inevitable, honestly. there was only so much precaution to be taken from your comfy position on the couch, legs and feet all tangled up in each other. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

laughter outshines any noise from the long-forgotten sitcom playing on the TV. each bounce of your shoulder from an accompanying chuckle is followed by the blanket sliding down, just a bit. jeonghan tries to be slick when he drapes his arm around you, a front to make sure he can pull the blanket back up every time it threatens to slip. but this is you. you, who notice everything that jeonghan does for you. you, who's grateful for all of it. you, who don't think you can love jeonghan any more than you already do.

—

an impromptu nap is essential for their post-s'more recovery. the last two love languages, physical touch and quality time, are much harder to gauge. considering jeonghan's affection is usually on full display 24/7 and the fact that he counts his entire lifespan with you as quality time, he can only hope you treasure your moments together as much as he does. and honestly, at this point, jeonghan is much too tired to care about his quest to uncover your love language. the only mission on his mind is to get you as close as possible, and so he seeks to accomplish just that.

pulling you into his arms, you both slump onto your sides, feet dangling off the edge of the couch, hands wrapped around shoulders and backs, and eyes locked unwavering onto the other's. jeonghan slips his bicep under your neck, fashioning a faux pillow, and rests your head against his chest, just above his beating heart.

you squirm in a weak attempt to create some distance between you. (you're not successful.) "i'm gonna get you sick."

jeonghan only snuggles closer. "i don't care," emphasizing his point with a chaste kiss upon your forehead, and then, oh so gently, on your nose, both cheeks, and finally, still ever so softly, on your lips.

you've both long since outgrown the butterflies in your stomachs. what used to elicit sparks of electricity at every touch now resound in echoes of warmth. and lying here, in jeonghan's embrace, in jeonghan's comfort, in jeonghan's life, you feel so safe. you'd spend eternity with jeonghan if you could, but right now, when the passage of time has all but stopped as you continue to hold each other in your own beautiful world, what you have right now is all you want.

—

you both wake up as you were, still entangled in each other's body, each other's affection, each other's hearts.

you let yourself drown in the serenity that was jeonghan before you ask the question that's been tickling the back of your mind the whole day. "what was up with you today? you were oddly kind, even more so than you usually are."

an instant flush of red rises upon jeonghan's cheeks, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think jeonghan was the sick one, not you. "this is gonna sound stupid," jeonghan says.

and to that, your first instinct is to reach for jeonghan's hand and intertwine your fingers, still perfectly warm under the blanket. "nothing you say is ever stupid." it's true. on a scale of endearing to adorable, never once have you thought jeonghan resembled anything close to the word stupid.

jeonghan bites his lip, as he confesses, "i hated seeing how miserable you were, and i wanted to cheer you up, but i forgot what your love language is, so i thought i'd do one of each to see which one you like the most, but you were equally receptive to all of them, and i feel dumb for not knowing what means the most to you."

when you don't immediately respond, jeonghan sighs and chides himself. "i told you, it's stupid."

but you just laugh, sporting a grin so wide your eyes turn into mini crescent moons. "yoon jeonghan, you're ridiculous in the best way possible." you unlace your finger in favor of cupping your palm around jeonghan's cheek, still blazing from embarrassment. "did you know that?"

jeonghan flits his gaze downwards, uncharacteristically shy towards the one person he's bared his entire soul to. "could you still remind me what your love language is?" he sheepishly requests, adding on, "just for future reference."

you just smile, and you hope your words are enough to convey the intensity of the way your whole body swells with an undeniable warmth every time jeonghan does anything. "as long as it's with you," you use your thumb to tilt jeonghan's head back up, ensuring he can see just how sincere you are when you say, "i love it all just the same." and then you lean in, breaths already mingling, lips centimeters from meeting, hearts seconds from colliding, when you whisper, "i love you all just the same."

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seuonji · 7 months

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彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day, seems like fate is on his side through this journey, or is it?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest, mutual pining.

warnings ๑ profanity

word count ๑ 1.4k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

“we’re homee!” jeonghan walked into his boss’s office with yuna in his arms. he had yuna’s small sparkly pink bag slung around his shoulder and his hair was messy and hair strands covered the front of his eyes, courtesy of yuna playing with it. he honestly looked like a struggling single mother and seungcheol was humoured by the view.

“yuna!” seungcheol squatted and opened his arms. jeonghan quickly placed yuna down as she started to move around in excitement from seeing her father. she ran towards him with the same opens arms and wrapped them around him.

“thank you jeonghan, so sorry to trouble you with this, i can’t thank you enough,” seungcheol looked up to his secretary with doe eyes.

“it’s no worries, it’s my job to follow your orders, don’t be afraid to ask me to go again,” the secretary replied as he flopped onto the couch seungcheol had in his office.

seungcheol perked his head up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. seungcheol has known jeonghan for years and they’re actually pretty close so he knows what tasks jeonghan likes and dislikes. one of those tasks jeonghan disliked was undertaking tasks irrelevant to the main job. seungcheol knew his secretary found those tasks unreasonable. one time jeonghan was told to make orders for a party that didn’t have anything to do anything with the company and he very much remained sour for the rest of the week due to the hassle it was.

for someone with a mere position of being a secretary, he sure had string opinions. lucky for him, people seemed to let it slide.

jeonghan of course, always complied, it’s his job to follow what seungcheol says but he never hides his disdain for activities he isn’t fond of.

“really?” seungcheol titlted his head. seungcheol was sure this would be one of the tasks jeonghan was to dislike but perhaps since it was for someone he cared about, yuna, it was okay.

“…it’s my job?” the secretary ogled his eyes to his boss, confused on why he’d say that.

seungcheol bit his lip and his eyebrows pinched together hesitating to ask more. it’s not like it was a big deal but there must’ve been something interesting on why he’d be okay with going back but maybe he was just overthinking it.

“you’re right,” seungcheol laughed before dismissing his secretary, “well, i’ll be leaving soon. again, thank you for earlier. drive safe on the road alright?”

jeonghan nodded in response and said goodbye as he left the room.

seungcheol organised his desk and collected his things getting ready to leave. “how was daycare yuna,” he smiled making conversation with his daughter.

“fun!” she answered excitedly.

“what did you do?”

“i played with yn also they read a book to me today!”

“you really like yn huh?” seungcheol chuckled walking towards the exit as yuna followed.

“of course!”

he smiled at the pure child joy portrayed in front of his eyes. he’s happy he found a great daycare for his daughter to be at.

“that’s weird, even uncle jeonghan asked me if i like yn, who wouldn’t like yn?” yuna asked genuinely.

seungcheol stopped his steps in the middle of the hallway and his head shifted to yuna.

“what do you mean?”

“uncle jeonghan asked me if i liked yn, of course i do! how can you not like yn, you like yn too right dad?“ yuna of course asked in the platonic sense but that last part caught him off guard—

“when did jeonghan ask that?”

“just after we left earlier!”

seungcheol looked up to the ceiling and thought for a second.

what were the chances that his secretary is interested in you?

it was low honestly, however it was high at the same time! you two have known each other for what, 5 minutes? then again, jeonghan showed interest in returning to the daycare. moreover, he acknowledged someone working there, even asking a 6 year old about them? that meant something, seungcheol would know.

seungcheol continued walking and laughed under his breath. this is fun.

ah. how did it turn out like this.

you stood at the reception table almost frozen by the sight.

“yn!” yuna skipped into the building.

“yuna! hello, nice to see you today,” you greeted while taking her bag off her.

you glanced at the man who escorted her and again, his pretty face raised your heartbeat.

you inhaled deeply calming yourself down, “yuna, you can go inside first, i need to take care of something here,” you instructed as you opened the fence door to let her in.

“bye yuna,” jeonghan waved.

she went in and now it was just the two of you.

“hi mr.yoon,” you casually spoke and walked back to the computer at reception to mark yuna present.

“hi yn and please, just call me jeonghan,” he insisted with a kind smile.

you grinned and nodded, “mr.choi’s busy again?”

“yea, it was really sudden,” jeonghan squinted his eyes recalling how he ended up here. he wasn’t expecting to pay a visit today either.

—

a bit earlier…

“hey jeonghan, i’m so sorry but i’m going to need you to bring yuna to daycare today,” seungcheol informed as his eyes didn’t leave the papers on his desk.

“what?” jeonghan furrowed just eyebrows.

“schedules been busy so i can’t go. yuna’s bag is already prepared i just need you to bring her to daycare and make sure you walk inside with her. is that alright?”

jeonghan cleared his throat, “uhm, yea of course.”

—

jeonghan didn’t even organise his boss’s schedule to make him that busy. he was actually thinking about starting his plans next week, but somehow, things were in his favour.

“well thanks for bringing yuna, who’s going to pick her up later?”

jeonghan pursed his lips, could be him if he really tried, “i’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“oh alright, i’ll just call mr.choi then—“

“better you just have my number,” he spoke quickly which cut you off.

he struggled to get something from his pocket, “seungcheol been busy so best you contact his trusty secretary first,” he pulled out a mildly crumpled business card in his hand, giving it to you.

he’d been pinching it throughout the ride to the daycare wondering if he should give it to you or not. but he gave it cause what was the big deal? it was for the convenience. it’s not like it meant anything, it’s a business card, it’s for business matters.

“just call the number on the card or email me! but i don’t think i’ll see it until like, next month,” he said as he pointed to parts of the card.

you laughed at his wit and took the card in your hands, “thanks, it’ll definitely be a phone call that’s for sure.”

he laughed at the way you returned his energy, “hope to see you later yn.”

your heart dropped at his words but you didn’t take it to heart, “hope to see you as well?” you said with hesitance.

you two parted ways and he left the daycare with the same smile he had yesterday, only it was wider. there was really something about you that made him want to just grab a chair and talk to you for hours.

meanwhile, you were seated on the old, half-broken reception chair with jeonghan’s business card in your hands. you held back your excitement, gosh you had the number of the boy that kept you up last night.

but reality washed over you too quickly. you sighed and placed the card down, it was only a business number.

but hell did it feel like a step forward.

you glanced at the clock. it was almost 6, almost time for yuna to leave.

all of your co workers had clocked out and all the kids but yuna went home.

you were currently reading her a story book but since she skipped nap time, she was starting to doze off. you softly pinched her cheek yet she was still in the same state.

soon 6:30 came, by now seungcheol would’ve sent a message apologising and saying he was on his way, but there was nothing.

was it a sign to call him?

you scratched your head and looked at yuna. she was laying on one of the mattresses to catch up on some energy.

you slowly got up and went to find the business card.

once you found it, you quickly typed it into your phone immediately calling it. as soon as it connected, you placed your phone to your ear,

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

you furrowed your eyebrows but tried again. this time you even placed his name and added it to your contacts.

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

well shit.

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boorines · 7 months

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hi !! thoughts on mean, cocky dom!jeonghan? i feel like he’d be soo teasing and frustrating

anon .. what have u done to me…

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, cocky dom!jeonghan, he’s so mean, pussy slapping, use of slut and whore, profanity, dacryphilia just a tiny bit, orgasm delay, creampie, cumplay. smut. MDNI.

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dom!jeonghan makes sure you know exactly whom you belong to, chuckling derisively when he hears your needy, high-pitched moans.

“use your fucking words, baby”, he’d whisper against the shell of your ear, dragging a finger painfully slow down your stomach. smirking when he feels your back arch into his touch.

“j-jeonghan…”, you manage to choke out, but he isn’t satisfied.

“your words, slut. i haven’t even fucking touched you yet”, he growls. “keep acting like this and i won’t”.

“i’m s-sorry, please. fuck me, jeonghan. please”, you whimper. you feel his fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, before landing a harsh slap on your dripping cunt.

“fuck! god, jeonghan. p-please!”

“my pretty girl has such a dirty fucking mouth”, he breathes, delivering another sharp slap to your pussy. “and yet, can’t use the right name, hm?”

“no, please! d-daddy, please”, tears well up in your eyes as obscene moans spill out of your mouth.

“you sound so pretty begging for me, i almost feel bad”, jeonghan mock pouts. “is daddy being too mean?”, he adds condescendingly, no sympathy in his voice.

“j-just need daddy to fuck me. want to feel full”, you babble.

“fuck, you’d look so pretty stuffed full of my cum, wouldn’t you?”, he groans when he sees you buck your hips off the bed. “my little slut is so needy, feel how fucking hard you’re making daddy”, you don’t have a chance to respond before you feel the tip of his cock push against your folds. he’s so big it makes your mouth loll open, mewls sounding like sin tumbling out.

you’re not thinking straight, you can’t when your knees are pushed against your chest and jeonghan is drilling into you mercilessly. the wet squelch of his cock splitting you open joins the obscene, needy moans filling the room. one of his hands wrapped firmly around your thigh, two fingers on his other stuffed into your mouth. with every thrust, his length kisses the gummy spot inside your slick cunt and his fingers fuck deeper into your throat.

“my pretty whore can’t even talk like this”, he grunts, hair falling into his eyes. the pathetic sounds you make around his fingers make him want to ruin you. “yeah? fuck, baby you look so gorgeous being fucked dumb. do your fingers make you feel this full?”

the guttural sound you make sends him reeling, feeling his high getting closer. he’d make you cum first, he always does, but his plans for you tonight are very different.

“i’m going to fill you up”, he grunts, “you’re gonna take it, and you are not allowed to cum, got it?”

you nod weakly, willing to take whatever he’ll give you. he thrusts into you, harder but sloppier, and you feel his hips stutter against you. your juices coat your thighs and soak jeonghan’s cock, the tip abusing the spongy spot in your walls. you keep yourself from your high as you feel jeonghan’s warm cum spurt inside your heat, choking out a lewd moan.

“i don’t want a drop wasted”, he demands, pulling out of you slowly. he removes his fingers from your mouth and all you can muster is a weak ‘yes, daddy’, feeling empty and desperate.

“fuck yourself open on your fingers”, he instructs. your eyes fly open, looking at him in surprise. he quirks a brow up at the sudden action. “now, slut. and keep my cum inside you, i want you to feel it”.

you whimper as you bring your fingers to your entrance, letting out a low whine when you push in. jeonghan’s cum threatens to ooze out of your tight hole, but you can’t he said, and you hastily fuck it back in before it spills. you hear him grunt in approval and look up to see him push his hair off his forehead, eyes piercing your spread thighs. the sight of him is enough to make you whine with need.

“d-daddy, please, please, let me cum”, you beg, “i need you inside me”.

jeonghan chuckles, “i am inside you, pretty”.

the words are so lewd, so filthy because he is. he’s inside you and you’re filled with him.

heat creeps up into your cheeks as you pump your fingers into yourself, the squelch of his cum inside you making you mewl.

“you blushing, baby? we feeling shy?”, he taunts, grabbing your wrist and brutally shoving your hand into yourself, driving your fingers deeper into you. he watches hungrily as his cum leaks out of your hole, dripping down your ass and staining the sheets below you. “push that back in, slut”.

“god, fuck! please, i can’t anymore, i need you”, you struggle. you’re so desperate for him, needing him to fuck you dumb.

“i love it when you touch yourself like this, knowing you can’t get there without me”, he seems drunk on you, on your little noises.

he inches closer, getting ready to reward you for your obedience.

“you’ve done so good, baby. let me make it up to you, yeah?”, jeonghan whispers against your ear condescendingly.

and you know you’ll finally get what you need.

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heennnngggggarae · 5 months

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8.30 PM

Smoothing his furrowed brow, you asked him “What are you thinking about?”

Jeonghan looks at you for a moment before sighing. “I think I missed a few pieces of bricks,” he pointed to the half made lego set and the bricks surrounding it.

You checked the surrounding area before grabbing the instruction near the lego box.

“Have you checked the instructions yet?”

He sighed again before answering you. “I did and it only makes me crazy because the pieces are supposed to be the correct amount, but it’s not! I checked and count it individually because I thought I was getting crazy but I’m not, I know I’m not,”

That explains the mess. You put the instruction back down before rubbing his back to calm him down. “Okay, calm down, you’re not crazy, maybe there’s extra pieces around somewhere, I’ll help you look for it,” you said before standing up and starts to search around the area for stray bricks.

Jeonghan stares at you, carefully looking around in all four, skirting around the mess he created an hour prior before crawling and joining you.

A few minutes pass before you yell and stand holding up a plastic filled with tiny bricks, grabbing Jeonghan’s attention.

“Told you there’s extra pieces here,” you say excitedly dangling the tiny plastic before handing it to Jeonghan.

“What are you talking about? I literally asked for your help earlier, I knew there were extra pieces laying around somewhere,” he said smirking to himself. He knows he’s the one who was frustrated earlier but he can’t help it. He likes to tease you.

“I won’t help you, if this happens again,” You said before pouting at him.

He smiled at your reaction before kissing your cheeks. “Sorry angel, I won’t do that again,” But he will, you both know he will.

“Help me finish the lego set?”

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ikigaisvt · 9 months

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our dawn is hotter than day.

in which you and your boyfriend says i love you for the first time surrounded by his friends.

pairing: jeonghan x reader, seventeen x reader (in a friendship way lmao dw) words: 1.6k content: fluff warnings: talk of drinking (like two times but it's not a main theme), reader sits on jeonghan's lap, reader kisses jeonghan's cheek, they hold hands, jeonghan's tucks reader's hair away from their face, pda ig?, petnames (for reader: angel, baby / for jeonghan: hannie) note: jeonghan's instagram post from a few days ruined me,, he's my bf :( this idea was mostly @homerunhansol so credits to her for this story (and for making me delusional about hannie 🫶) thank you bb! minors can interact with this fic but pls don't follow! comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, pls don't forget

You thought when you would meet Jeonghan’s bandmates – his soulmates if we’re being truthful, that it would be nerve-recking. You thought you would be stuck to your boyfriend’s side, never letting go of his hand and always looking at him only, never meeting anyone’s eyes. No matter how many times he said in a reassuring tone you will be just fine, you didn’t believe him. You knew you were going to be anxious and there was no way around it. At least, you thought you knew.

What you never expected is – as the forever introvert you are, that you would get along with them this well. Since you walked into the place the 13 boys have rented for the weekend, it has been a constant exchange of laughter, smiles, drinks and food. Even the most introverted boys – such as Wonwoo or Soonyoung (who’s the shyest of the band, surprisingly) have opened to you. What you have realized in this little time together is that there is a snippet of Jeonghan in every single one of them. And that makes them feel like home, as if they always were just this much to you.

That’s how you find yourself, enjoying the night away, as it is still young, with 13 boys. You and Booseoksoon, which you have learned are the entertainers of Seventeen, enjoyed the karaoke together, singing at least 5 songs before the eyes of the other boys whom are clearly amused. A few times Chan joins you four to add some humor to the performance - and Seungkwan squeals every time or Jihoon adds some of his beautiful notes into the background. You have spent most of your night away from your boyfriend as he watches you from the couch, smiling and giggling, a beer in hand, at the way you are getting along so well with his favorite people in the world. It truly is a gift to see you this happy with the ones that made him into who he is.

As the night get deeper and colder, you find yourself at the campfire with most of the 13 boys – some of them being too tired to continue the night, to settle down and talk some more. Sat down on Jeonghan’s lap, in one of his comfiest hoodies, you talk and laugh with the boys as they share some of their funniest stories. You think your favorite one so far is about the famous Dokyeom and Seungkwan fight in Jeju.

It’s after almost an hour outside that you feel Jeonghan pulling you closer by the waist, resting his head on your back.

“Angel,” you hear him whisper softly.

“Hm, what is it, Hannie?” you answer quietly, turning around a little to see him look up to you with doe eyes.

"Are you enjoying tonight?" your boyfriend asks you, his eyes shining so much you wonder if the galaxy didn't find a home within him.

"Yeah, I am!" you tell him with a shy smile, knowing he's going to tease you with an I told you so even though it never comes. You see Jeonghan thinking about his next words, the teasing still ever present in his eyes when you hear a voice calling for you.

"Y/N!" Dokyeom says loudly to catch your attention, "Come talk with us!" he adds, sitting next to Seungkwan. You give them a thumbs up before turning around in Jeonghan's embrace, giving him a kiss on the cheek and squeezing his hand.

You spend the next hour or so sat down with Dokyeom and Seungkwan as you talk and laugh as if you knew each other for years. You only look up once or twice to look at your boyfriend, your eyes locking every time. If you were more attentive to him, you'd see how he'd be distracted by you, not being able to hold a conversation with anyone, including Seungcheol. He knew, when he first asked you to meet his members, that it would pull at his heartstrings. Despite all your beliefs, he knew you would fit in just well and they would welcome you with arms wide open.

He never really took the time to think about what it could mean for him. To see his favorite people love each other this much. He was hit with a wave of familiarity at the scene, as if his life always was like this, as if you were always just right by his side. However, what hit him the most at this instant, as he hears your laugh meld with Dokyeom's, was love. For some months he had been thinking of how much he loves you; he felt it mostly when you'd cook his favorite meal for him after he'd tell you practice was hard on this day, he could feel it in the way his heart would miss a beat when your eyes crinkle up in a smile or when you'd cling to his shirt, when he joins you in the middle of the night, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. But the moment he could feel it the most was right now: seeing you be your true self around his own people made him realize he wanted to provide this safe place for you for as long as you wanted him to. If you needed an island to rest on, he will be one for you.

It's after a few minutes, when Dokyeom decides to go to sleep and Seungkwan gets in a chaotic conversation with Chan, that you join him again, finding rest on his lap once more. As you talk lively with Seungcheol, the idea of playing mafia game pops up in the conversation which gets everyone excited.

After 2 mafia games - one won by Jeonghan as a mafia, the other one by the mafias again, which you were a part of, you can feel the sleepiness seeping through your bones. As you and your boyfriend were already eliminated from the current game, you fully let yourself rest against your boyfriend, your head in the crook of his neck, his hands keeping you still at the waist. You feel yourself drowsing off to the sound of Jeonghan's laughter, losing it at some of the boys' competitiveness.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, "do you want to go to bed?"

"No, no," you whimper, shaking your head slightly, "Wanna stay here. With you." you confirm, grabbing his hand tightly.

"Okay, angel." he says in a short chuckle, "But let me know when you want to go, hm?"

"I will, don't worry. Thank you, Hannie." you say sweetly, looking at him. The stars found a home in her eyes, Jeonghan thinks to himself.

"I love you." he says in a mutter, entirely to himself, thinking you're already dozing back to sleep.

Yet, he hears your giggle and feel the smile forming as your cheeks hit the curve of his neck.

"I love you too," you answer, still giggling. "Why are you saying this so suddenly?" you murmur, hiding your head deeper in his neck so no one can see the blush covering your cheeks.

"First of all, I didn't think you'd hear that and-" he says in a pout, as you look up at him, seeing a blush on his face.

"I can't believe the Yoon Jeonghan is blushing." you tease softly as you start to play with his fingers.

"And-" Jeonghan starts again, ignoring your teasing - even though a small smile makes its way on his lips, "I do really love you. Seeing you tonight, with all of them, tugged at my heartstrings." He explains, brushing your hair out of your face, "I felt like you were comfortable around them and it just makes me want to have countless days and nights with all of you. I just realized how I want to be with you forever." he confesses, still looking down at you, your eyes welling up with tears at his words.

"You know, why I felt this comfortable tonight?" you ask, waiting for his answer which comes in a shake of his head, "Because they really feel like you. Not in the I'm-in-love-with-you way- because yeah, I am in love with you, but- I just see parts of you within them. In their actions, in their kindnesses, in their words; that's why I felt so safe. They are people you love," you say as look around to see them still playing mafia game - Mingyu on his knees, begging Seungkwan not to kill him, making you snort, "You all grew up together, you taught each other how to be good people, and you did it pretty well. I don't think there'd be a single soul who would not feel safe with any of you." you tell him, holding his hand, "I was nervous about meeting them all, I wanted them to like me but tonight I realized it would be pretty damn hard to be hated by them-" you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting, "That's why I was so myself tonight."

"They'd never hate you." he whispers, "Not because they are good people - God only knows these idiots can be petty as well," he sneers, all the love in the world showing up in his eyes, "but because they saw how you made me happy, day after day. And that was enough for them to love you. It will always be enough." he tells you, eyes still locked, "Also- I am in love with you too." he adds as Seungkwan screams out in despair for losing while Chan stands up and does a silly dance to celebrate his victory, making you both laugh out loud at their antics. You look up briefly at the sky, seeing the stars still shining bright even though it is becoming brighter as the minutes passes by. I don't think I will be able to sleep anytime soon, you think to yourself as you feel your heart buzz with excitement, your boyfriend pulling you closer by the waist. But after all, as 13 boys once said, our dawn is hotter than day.

thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it 🫶

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 9 months

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brie, think about it for a sec: soft morning sex with jeonghan, he calling his s/o "angel, honey, baby" and a very heavy praising. like, please 😩 i can't stop thinking about it 😮‍💨

Hi anon, think about this for a sec: IM A JIHOON BIAS STOP POISONING MY BRAIN WITH THESE JEONGHAN THINGS. What are you expecting huh? Warnings? Like, mostly gender-neutral y/n minus anatomy, unprotected sex, Jeonghan is a tease, light begging, soft!dom Jeonghan if you squint, praise!kink, morning sex, pet names, as vanilla as it gets with me Is that what you want? (In this possible scenario, minors are not welcome to interact with this post)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you jjongjjongie's fans win... Here you go:

also i'm kidding. Keep poisoning my brain with these Jeonghan things as long as we all keep it a secret between us on this blog 🤭

You turned onto your side to look over at Jeonghan, who was propped up in bed, writing in a notebook of his. You two had been dating for a while and you still didn't really know what he wrote in it. Maybe it was a dream journal or just something to busy himself with as he waited for you to wake up in the morning.

You weren't really sure, and you never asked. Instead, you took this time in the morning to look at him.

When Jeonghan woke up in the morning and was sitting in your bed like this he always looked so... Perfect, angelic even. You loved to watch as his eyes searched the pages of the notebook he was writing in. You loved the way he would hesitate before writing something. Raising his pencil to briefly tap his lips before seeming to remember what he was writing.

He was usually so focused that he didn't even notice you staring at him.

When he woke up so early too, he tended to open the curtains that covered your window, letting in the morning light, to cast its golden rays over his soft skin.

It was moments like these in which you wondered how you could have possibly gotten so lucky as to date someone as beautiful as Jeonghan.

"It's not really fair, now is it?" Jeonghan voiced, dragging you out of your thoughts. As you refocused your attention on him and his actions you noticed him tucking away his notebook, securing the page he was on with a small movie ticket.

You recognized it. The flimsy stub from the first date you two went on together. A smile flickered across your face.

"What isn't fair?" You asked him softly. He hummed and patted his lap lightly. You obediently shifted your body, climbing out from under the sheets and straddling his lap. He smiled at you, and then his lips turned down into a small pout.

"You can stare at me all you want but when I get to look at you, you get too shy and turn away," he said softly. Your cheeks reddened a little.

"It's different when you're looking at me," you said softly. Jeonghan appeared skeptical, his hands coming to your hips so that he could rub small circles into your sides. You decided you needed to distract him from the topic at hand and leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

He hummed at the action, raising one of his hands to the back of your neck to keep you pressed there.

"Are you trying to distract me?" He asked you after breaking the kiss. You gave him a wide-eyed look in order to feign innocence. When he held his skepticality you let the look drop.

"Is it working?" You asked him instead. His eyes flickered down to your lips and he hummed again.

"I might be persuaded," he agreed softly. You draped your arms over his shoulders and tilted your head forward again, your lips catching his. At first he let you lead the kiss. His hand left the back of your neck in favor of slipping under your shirt.

His fingers trailed lightly up your sides, sending shivers through your body until he found your boobs. He cupped your boobs, giving them a small squeeze, and when that elicited a moan from you into his mouth, he began to massage your breasts.

He continued to let you lead the kiss, every now and then letting his thumbs flicker across your now hard tits, sending electricity through your body with each flick.

You were sure he meant for it to be innocent. Just something to do with his hands as your hands found their way into his dark strands of hair, your fingers tangling themselves in it, your hips beginning to lightly roll down on him as your core started to burn.

As it went on like that however Jeonghan began to lead the kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips, forcing them open, practically demanding submission from the act alone.

As you relinquished control Jeonghan lowered his hands back down your body, one of his hands dipping into your panties, reminding you of the fact that you had stopped bothering to wear pants to sleep.

For easy access? You couldn't quite remember. You did faintly remember coming on Jeonghan's cock last night, however... What a way to end the day.

Jeonghan's fingers found your clit and he began to rub it in small circles. You whined against his lips, a pleased sigh escaping them against his mouth.

He chuckled at your reaction, briefly breaking the kiss to place his forehead to yours.

"You're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, tilting up a bit so that his nose brushed yours in that of a butterfly kiss. His fingers dipped lower and you raised your hips a little for him.

"How so?" You asked him, your breath catching when Jeonghan's fingers began to rub between your slick folds. You shivered and ducked your head into his neck.

"Just... This," he asserted softly. "So pliant and willing to let me fuck you so early in the morning."

You groaned slightly at the mention of the time of day.

"Oh god don't even m-" He slipped a finger into you, making you arch your back slightly in surprise. "-ention the time. Am I going to be late?"

Jeonghan slowly worked his finger in and out of you.

"We have time," he said back. You raised your head, small pants leaving your lips.

"For what?" You asked him lightly, a smile flickering across your face.

"For this," he asserted, crooking his finger inside of you and eliciting another soft moan. "And for breakfast too, probably."

The thought of breakfast had your mind drifting away for just a second, wondering what you should make, only to be dragged back into reality by the addition of a third finger.

You squirmed a bit, but it only dragged his fingers deeper inside of you. You ended up just rolling your hips down on him, knowing that it was teasing his trapped, and hardening cock.

"I should do this more," Jeonghan mumbled, his voice becoming a little strained. "Fucking you in the morning? You're so warm... And soft... And plenty stretched out for me."

As he spoke he pulled his fingers from you. He made you watch as he sucked your wetness from his fingers, and only let you taste it through that of a kiss that he let you lead.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, throwing your whole body forward as you kissed him, rolling your hips down more insistently as the kiss dragged on until finally, Jeonghan was pushing you back by your shoulder.

Once you had relinquished your grip on him he had flipped you over, your back hitting the soft mattress, and your head falling in between two pillows. He wiggled you out of your panties, watching as a string of wetness clung to them before tossing them aside.

He dipped his head down between your thighs and pressed a kiss to the inside of one, the other, your clit, and then teasingly made a mess between your folds.

You were already ready for his cock, tired of the teasing, and let out a whine to vocalize your frustration. He laughed against your pussy... fuck.

"My baby is so impatient in the morning," he murmured affectionately. He left you for a moment, in order to ditch his underpants, before joining you on the bed again. He situated himself between your legs, letting his fat tip slide between your folds.

"Jeonghan," you bit out impatiently. Another soft laugh from him.

"What? You want me to just fuck you raw?" He asked you as if it hadn't been months since he fucked you with a condom on. "Do you have any condoms in that bedside table?"

His tip slipped into you and for a second you forgot how to be normal.

"R-Raw," you managed to get out. "Fuck me raw Jeonghan. Want to feel you... All of you."

You didn't have to look up to feel his satisfaction. He slowly began to slide his cock into you, bending over you so that his whole body was covering yours. His lips found the corner of yours so that he could leave soft pants of breath there.

"You're so perfect," he mumbled softly as his cock slid to a stop fully inside of you. You raised your hands to his hair again, only really feeling steady with them there. You moaned at him as a way to acknowledge his words, and luckily it satisfied him.

He began to fuck you slowly, lazily, the warmth of his breath on your cheek matching the warmth of the morning sun as it bathed you two in light.

You were admittedly a little desperate, tugging at the strands of his hair as he took his time with you. Your toes curled, both at the pleasure of feeling his cock press the perfect spot inside of you and at the frustration that it was so brief.

As Jeonghan set his lazy pace, he lowered one of his hands to your clit, only enhancing your pleasure. It was still gentle, and slow. Clearly, Jeonghan was in no rush this morning. But you weren't upset. With his thrusts came his praises.

One of his hands carded fingers through your hair with his thrusts, little murmurs of so perfect for me, and so beautiful, and the always dearly coveted i love you so much, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm as it went on.

Suddenly, Jeonghan shifted, placing the palm of his hand over your mouth muffling your moans in a way that had you whining all over again. You put your hand over his wrist, silently begging to be let to moan freely. A smile flickered across his red face.

“Sweetheart, you’re being so loud,” he whispered. “Do you want your roommate to wake up to the sound of you getting fucked by your boyfriend?”

The vulgarity of his words had you arching your back, your eyes fluttering shut as you shook your head, no.

“Then you gotta promise to be quiet,” he whispered. “Or I’ll have to keep your pretty little mouth covered.”

A frown flickered across his face.

“Even though, I love those little sounds you make. You sound perfect… My own little angel.”

You looked back up at him, nodding. He seemed amused.

“You promise to keep quiet?”

Another nod and his palm shifted from your mouth to the side of your face. At first, you let your moans leave your mouth just the way that you had let them before, but after a few moments, you remembered your promise and bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet.

Maybe that would have worked earlier, but it wasn't doing anything at this point. His cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside of you, and his fingers felt perfect on your clit.

"Play with my tits," you begged. "Kiss me," you added shamelessly. "Wanna come Han, wanna come on your cock."

Jeonghan's hand slid under your shirt, and obediently began to play with your boobs again, small squeezes, massaging them really as his thumbs flickered across your tits. When his mouth found your lips it was over for you.

You came apart under Jeonghan, desperately deepening the kiss, pulling him down on you. As you shook under Jeonghan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts he fucked you at that same pace, but you felt his cock twitching inside of you as you came down from your orgasm.

The pain of being sensitive was practically null at the thought of Jeonghan coming inside of you. You broke the kiss a little, your voice broken.

"Want you to come," you begged against his lips. His breath was coming in short pants. You could tell he was close, his pace becoming just a little bit less even.

"Yeah?" He asked, ever the tease. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," you begged lightly. "Please inside Jeonghan, wanna be full of your cum all day, please."

"Will it make you happy sweetheart?" Jeonghan asked lightly. "For me to come in your cunt? Fill you with my seed?"

You nodded eagerly, but he was still holding back.

"You have been so good for me," he mumbled softly, and his voice was hitching. You became a bit more insistent as you rolled your hips against him. "You sure you want to be so full of me? So perfect... So full."

You nodded excitedly.

"Please Jeonghan, please."

Your begs were a bit useless, Jeonghan's cock twitched and then he had pulled himself out of you, shooting sticky shots of cum all over the inside of your thighs, and at the base of your stomach.

Once he had finished painting your thighs, he leaned down on you again, pressing faint kisses to your lips as you both came down from your orgasms.

"You're the worst," you complained softly, once a few seconds had passed. He let out a soft laugh.

"Now that's not what you were saying-"

You pushed him off of you and he landed in the blankets with a small thud and a small laugh.

"You knew how badly I wanted that creampie," you whined, but Jeonghan just patted your head lightly.

"Oh did you? I couldn't really tell."

You let out another vocal protest, knowing that he was just teasing you but still not super happy with it. You squeezed your now sticky thighs together and sat up, pouting down at him.

He laughed again, the menace, and sat up as well. He scooped your cheek in his hand and gave you a brief, but deep kiss.

"I promise if you are that desperate to be fucked full of my cum-" Suddenly you were feeling very hot. "- Then I will fill you up nice and full tonight. Is that good enough for you, love?"

You held a stubborn silence for a few seconds before relinquishing to him a soft: "Fine."

Again he laughed at your attitude, and you got another soft kiss.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. The corners of your lips twitched up.

"I love you," you echoed. He seemed happy with that.

"Eggs for breakfast?" He asked you lightly. You nodded excitedly.

"Just let me shower first."

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

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“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

—

"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

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smileycarat · 9 months

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delulu thoughts: jeonghan ver

a/n: just me fangirling about jeonghan lolz, sorry for potential typos

whenever i see jeonghan, i automatically think he’s such a gentle kisser

don’t get me wrong, i do think he can have those more heated moments and such, and i would later love to explore that in another fic

but something about the thought of just lounging together on a sunday morning and him giving you the softest kisses throughout the day i aM SEVERELY UNWELL

just enjoying both of each other’s presence away from the public and the limelight that seems to follow him everyday

being in the comfort of your own home where he gets to let lose and relax without constantly being aware of what happens around him in public

having the opportunity to see how he’s like behind closed doors and to experience the way he cups your face with his sweater paws and kisses your brow-bone first, then your cheekbone, then your nose, and finally your lips with the most feather-like kisses there is

being able to wake up to him softly tracing the bridge of your nose and then softly your cheekbone as you wake

you being the first person he speaks to in the morning, his voice still rough from sleep, and you being the last person he speaks to before bed, his voice laced with sleepiness but still pushing through to make sure he wishes you goodnight even if you’re already asleep the moment your head hits the pillow

i think a lot of people would expect him to be slightly chaotic based of how he sometimes presents himself in gose or concerts and yes he can be chaotic, but he’s a gentle chaotic (idek if that makes sense???)

he will sometimes surprise you with the most odd things out of nowhere, like that one time you had a little bit of frosting on your nose from biting into a cupcake

mans is giggling at your appearance and you’re confused because you don’t know what has set him off this time and you’re just looking at him like ???

and he just jokingly rolls his eyes, makes a tsk noise while shaking his head but reaches out to hold your jaw to stop you from moving

then he proceeds to just lick off the frosting off your nose

“what? i couldn’t just leave you like this without telling you” he says after your wide eyed expression

“you could have used a napkin like a normal person!”

he giggles at the way you roll your eyes and pulls you back by the crook of your elbow as you start to move away

“look, we’re even now” he says after he smears frosting on his lips

you both could just be relaxing on the couch laying down and on opposite ends, but he always has either a leg or an arm extended to have contact with you

is completely the type to pull your legs up to his lap to rub at your ankle

or be the type to use his slender hands to knead at the knots between your shoulder blades

i could see him liking to lay down on top of you during a nap and kissing you right under your ear all the way down to your collarbone

this isn’t even in an explicit manner, he just likes to do it for the sake of doing it (also loves the giggle he gets out of you if you’re feeling ticklish)

i could see him as liking to be the one to stay in on his days off and just lounging in matching sweats with you

but also willing and always ready to take a quick trip down to the convenience store with you past midnight in your matching sweats and slippers to grab a snack

absolutely WILL hold your hand all the way to and from the convenience store even though it’s just a few minutes walk

beware, he does not like when you get separated by a street lamp and will pull you to his side so you don’t have to unlink your hands

just a few delulu thoughts about jeonghan <3

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twogyuu · 11 months

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taste of your kisses

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: suggestive b/c they kiss a lot 🧍‍♀️

wc: ~1.3k

a/n: wow! im writing a drabble about jeonghan after 3498900 years :D based on this vlive clip of Jeonghan when he first came back from hiatus courtesy of the one and only Kwon Soonyoung 💙

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It was already late morning when you finally heard Jeonghan shuffling out of your shared bedroom. The rubber soles of his worn Shin Chan slippers slapped gently against the cool hardwood floors and the hem of his matching pajama pants dragged softly with them. You made a mental note to start looking for them again - with how long they were on him and how often he wore them other than to bed, you knew by the end of the season, they would be faded and tattered.

A can of chilled grape-flavored sparkling water crackling quietly on one side, your phone resting face down on the other, you clacked away on your laptop keyboard, trying to finish a few emails before you know he would distract you. In fact, you already found that your mind was drifting to him; the way your lips instinctively curved at the sound of him groaning as he stretched his limbs over his head was a sure sign.

Jeonghan settled into the chair kitty corner to your own, his eyes still narrowed to shield himself from the sun peaking through the blinds and already mischievous, yet lazy smile playing on his lips. His cheeks were puffed, his lashes kissing the highs of face with each blink.

"Good morning," Jeonghan greeted you groggily, running a hand through his messy, dark brown locks.

"It's almost noon," you replied. You looked up from your screen and raised an eyebrow playfully.

He only giggled, resting his head in his arms. "Still morning then."

You snickered, turning back to your laptop, in hopes of typing the last few characters of your last name when suddenly, there was a painful screech of the legs of the chairs against the floor. You heard your can of sparkling water slosh in the can as it was pushed aside, the coaster replaced with Jeonghan's forearm. Before you could even blink, Jeonghan had already captured your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb, tilting your head just enough so your lips were just inches away from his own. He shifted in his seat, tucking one leg under his thigh and leaned closer. Your breath hitched when you felt the tickle of the skin of his lips graze across yours.

If there was one thing you were certain about Jeonghan, it was that he enjoyed skinship, but he was never one to initiate it - at least explicitly. Whether it was out of pride or diffidence, it was almost expected of you at this point in your relationship to reach for his hand or randomly back hug him and peck his cheek when you were out with his friends and their respective partners. If he was feeling extra needy, he'd make an off-handed comment like, "Oh wow, it's chilly today," when it was humid and in the 90s Fahrenheit, or he'd purposely bump into your side and ease up against you on the couch so you would take a hint.

This was a new breed of Jeonghan. Maybe it was all the bleach he inhaled when they dyed his hair?

There was a quiet smack as Jeonghan pressed his lips against yours. He chuckled softly, the vibrations tingling your skin and sending heat up your spine. You were the first to pull away, a hand flying to cover your mouth. Your eyes were blown wide as if he was a stranger who had just vandalized your personal space.

His smile only widened out of satisfaction at your surprised reaction, and as if to tease you more, he swiped his slowly tongue across his lips.

"Blackberry?" he breathed, satisfied as he tilted his head to the side, coyly.

"It was grape," you muttered.

He hummed and frowned playfully. "I'm not sure about that."

"It literally on the -"

"I think I need to try again."

At this, your mouth fell agape, hand slipping into your lap. "W-what?"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs imprinting softly into your skin.

One.

Two.

Three.

Jeonghan sat back and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes pointed towards the ceiling, pretending to ponder the flavor that he claimed to coat your lips.

He couldn't be serious, right?

"I still think it's blackberry," he announced.

"You're kidding," you deadpanned, a little breathless.

"Should I check again?" Jeonghan asked innocently.

You pushed his hands off your cheeks. "Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?"

If he was sleepy before, Jeonghan was wide awake now at your accusations.

He smirked, leaning back into his seat. "Is it so bad I want to kiss you this morning?" he glanced over at the clock on the stove. "Or perhaps afternoon now - it's 12:01."

"B-but you never . . . it's not like you to . . . Yoon Jeonghan doesn't . . ." your voice trailed off. Silently, you cursed yourself for not being to have a coherent thought at the moment. It was as if the series of silly kisses were making your brain malfunction - they weren't even kisses, but mere pecks.

This time, Jeonghan stood up. He wasn't far, so a two steps was suffice for him to be hovering over you, a hand resting on the back of your chair, the other gripping the table.

"Maybe it's time for a change," he whispered before capturing your lips once more. Though you wanted an explanation, your body reacted quickly to him, eyes fluttering shut and leaning into him as you tilted your head to give him better access. His tongue swiped across the line of your lips and like always, you let him in. You could feel him grinning into the kiss at how easy it was for you to succumb to him, giving your bottom lip one harsh suck before continuing.

You found yourself gripping onto the front of his baggy beige t-shirt, though you weren't quite sure if it was because you were afraid of falling from cloud nine or you were just eager, excited that for once he was being upfront about what he wanted.

"Maybe it is grape," Jeonghan mumbled into the corner of your mouth. Breaths mixing as you both came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours, noses nudging. He crinkled his at this, being a ticklish person.

Rather than this being like other times where he chased your lips, you found yourself chasing his. One peck, two pecks, three pecks, then a fourth. The last one lingering a moment longer than the others - Jeonghan could tell.

"Told you," you said back, your voice low.

At this, Jeonghan only chortled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. He settled into your lap, legs flailing on either sides of your thighs, silently praying that the chair would sustain both of your adult bodies and his slippers had enough grip so he wouldn't slide too far. He nestled his nose into the crook of your neck, letting out a small hum, signaling that he'd give in.

"I always knew it was grape," Jeonghan confessed, his voice muffled. "It was on the can."

"I knew it, you minx," you squeezed his waist.

"It was cute though," he shot back, "You can't deny it - you liked it."

You sighed, relenting. "I did."

"We should kiss more often."

"Maybe."

"That's a yes, then."

Your laptop pinged, reminding you of your emails.

"You're distracting," you muttered, ignoring his comment. You started pushing him off of your lap.

"Great! I'll see you after I shower?" he chirped and lifted himself off of you.

"Are we really doing this?" you moaned. You positioned your hand over your keyboard again, but still pouting in his direction.

He puckered his lips and looked to the side like he was thinking hard. He faked a sheepish smile; you could see the playful glint in his dark brown eyes. "I mean, we could kiss . . . in the shower?"

"You are undeniably cute," you sighed, "but don't push your luck, Yoon."

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icyminghao · 10 months

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02:35

pairing: boyfriend!jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): none

summary: you fall asleep on call with jeonghan, and he has an epiphany.

“Go to sleep, y/n, you still have work tomorrow,” Jeonghan tries to convince a sleep-addled you.

You had been calling Jeonghan for about three hours now, having lost track of time while exchanging snippets of your days.

“I’m not sleepy,” you lie, very obviously stifling a yawn. “tell me about your dinner with the boys earlier, Hannie.”

Jeonghan sighs. How can he ever refuse you when you pull out his favourite nickname? And so Jeonghan begins recounting the events of the dinner, from Soonyoung’s drunk attempts at kissing an infuriated Jihoon, to Seokmin belting to Adele like he had bills to pay.

“And then we went home and I called you, and here we are now,” Jeonghan finishes, chuckling softly at his phone screen. You were out cold, having probably dozed off halfway through his long ramble.

Jeonghan’s lips gradually curl up into a soft smile before he realises it, too engrossed in taking in all your features. You looked so relaxed and completely at peace, and Jeonghan’s heart swelled at the thought of you allowing him to see you like this.

“Hey, Jeonghan-hyung, there’s this new diner— is that y/n?” Seungkwan bursts into Jeonghan’s room suddenly, and Jeonghan jolts in response before hissing at Seungkwan to be quiet.

“They’re sleeping,” he whisper-shouts, and Seungkwan whispers an apology back. Jeonghan returns his attention to your sleeping form on his phone screen and sighs.

Seungkwan takes in the situation before him, and slowly smiles knowingly. “You love them, don’t you?”

Jeonghan’s eyes widen in surprise. “I… I mean…”

Silence looms over the two men as Jeonghan leaves his sentence unfinished, but Seungkwan can almost hear the gears turning in Jeonghan’s head.

Love. Jeonghan has never thought about it, but looking back on his time spent with you, he feels like he’s already felt it since forever. He counts down the hours and days until he can see you again every time you part, and he just feels so safe whenever you’re in his arms. Your laugh is easily the best song he’s ever heard, and he finds himself constantly trying, and trying to elicit that beautiful sound out of your precious lips.

Jeonghan lets out a chuckle after a while of letting the realisation sink in, eyes softening at your peaceful figure.

“Yeah. I love them.”

a/n: this was inspired by this tiktok, again completely self-indulgent ><

taglist (send an ask to be added!): @slytherinshua @xomingyu @belladaises @pepperonidk

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spacequokka · 3 months

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Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader Genre: Fluff, College AU Rating: G Summary: A question mark. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: None.

Punctuation had never been more menacing. Your hand shook as you stared at Jeonghan’s text message, unable to come up with a response fast enough. All he wanted was to see you, to come up to your dorm room for a little bit. It wasn’t like he expected anything special. The anxiety was irrational. Knowing that, you quickly typed a response before you chickened out, okaying the impromptu visit.

Roughly 536 seconds later, there were rapid knocks on the door. Oh, boy. Okay. Here we go. Keep it together, bitch. Don’t throw yourself at him. With a deep, steadying breath, you pulled the door open. “Jeong—”

You couldn’t even get his name out before his arms were around you, smushing your face against his chest as he nuzzled the top of your head. “It’s been forever!” He was breathless, as if he’d used the stairs instead of the elevator. His glee was contagious and you hugged him back, joining in swaying from side to side. “I’ll never leave you behind again.”

You laughed. “It isn’t like you can always take me with you. I still have classes and stuff.” The hug lasted beyond what you considered platonic but you weren’t going to complain about it.

He huffed before finally letting go. “Yeah, I know. But once you graduate that won’t be an issue.” He booped your nose and moved away from the door. “You’ll be free to travel with me.”

You headed to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. “Um, not really. Gotta pay off the student loans somehow, meaning I’ll be working.”

Jeonghan plopped down on your bed. “Okay, so we’ll find you something remote! Something on the go.” He took the water you offered.

You shook your head, dropping it for now. He wasn’t in the mood for logic and arguing with brick walls wasn’t your thing. “Have you gone home yet? I’m sure your parents missed you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you kicking me out already?”

“No.” You shrugged. “Just asking.”

He shook his head as he took a sip. “You’re closer to the airport than they are. My stuff’s still in the car and everything.”

You raised a brow at that. “You’re staying here?”

Jeonghan nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, I figured that would be okay. Unless you’ve got other plans?”

“No,” you said quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…unexpected.”

He grinned. “Surprise!” He sprawled out on the bed, beckoning you over. “Come on, sit with me.”

You hesitated for a moment before joining him on the bed, careful to keep some distance between you. Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind, his attention focused on the ceiling. “You know,” he said after a moment, “I missed this.”

“What? Sitting on my bed?”

He chuckled. “No, just… hanging out with you. Talking. Being together.” He turned his head to look at you, his gaze softening. “I missed you.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but there was a warmth spreading in your chest. “If the Instagram posts were any indication, you seemed like you were having the time of your life.”

Jeonghan’s smile faded slightly. “It was fun, but it would’ve been better with you there.” You felt your heart skip a beat as his words sank in.

“One day, you’ll find someone to take on all these fancy trips.” You whispered as you picked at the blanket. “And you won’t even think of me.”

Jeonghan reached out and gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. “That’s impossible. I could never forget about you, no matter where I go or who I’m with. You’re my rock, my confidant, the person who understands me like no one else.” He pulled you down beside him. “And I’ve been around this floating rock more than enough times to know if I could take anyone with me, it’d be you.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Treasure, you’re stuck with me forever.”

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seuonji · 6 months

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彡 i love you all the way. — yoon jeonghan

notes ๑ after getting rejected by your long term crush, jeonghan makes a proposal. little did you know, this proposal is fully a win to him, as long as you say yes.

keys ๑ best friend!jeonghan, crush!joshua

genre ๑ angst, fluff, highschool au — preview

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you were seated at your desk with jeonghan sitting infront of you. he was immersed in a comic he’s been fixated on lately. his legs were tucked under your desk so his knees were hitting yours. you occasionally kicked his shins but he still didn’t move. he wasn’t from your class, he just visited you every lunch break.

“he rejected me,” you monotonously blurted out of the blue.

“hm? joshua?” he peeped over the comic he was reading to see your face.

you bit your lip and nodded, hands fiddling with the comic book you stole from jeonghan’s bag.

his eyes averted back to his comic but he was interested to know more, “do you know why he rejected?”

“said he doesn’t have time for a relationship, what a load of bull,” you eventually placed the comic into your desk and smacked your hands unable to hide your frustrations of the situation. “how much you wanna bet he’s lying?”

“yn, you and i both know he’s not,“ jeonghan tilted the book downwards so you could see his done expression.

it was true, joshua was someone that cared about doing well academically. along with that, he was captain of the track team at school. to top it all off, he offered to teach kids in the music club how to play the guitar.

it was admirable really, plus, it was attractive. he knew how to balance his life amazingly well yet, he didn’t know where to fit a significant other into his schedule. but perhaps it wasn’t something meant to be fit in. at least not yet.

another admiring aspect of joshua was that he knew where his priorities lied however it was something you couldn’t help but resent.

because joshua did like you. you were someone he made exceptions for. he met you through his busy schedules so naturally you thought, this could work.

you planted your face onto your desk. “how could he reject me, we hangout all the time. what was missing?” you sulked.

“nothing was missing, he just has some priorities ynnie.”

your head was still on the table and jeonghan sighed.

“hey, be thankful he thought it through. it’s true he’s busy, you know that. even if he did accepted you, he would be able to only love you halfway, don’t you think?” he tapped your head with the book as he lectured you.

you let out a deep sigh, jeonghan couldn’t be more right. underneath it all, you knew you would’ve gotten tired of meeting him only for a few hours a week. you’d also get tired of the late replies and ultimately, in that list of priorities he had, you wouldn’t even place top three.

it just wasn’t meant to be.

you sat upwards and with a helpless tone, you answered, “i guess.”

jeonghan breathily chuckled as he pinched your hair in between his fingers. just as silence creeped in, jeonghan spoke.

“wanna date me in the meantime?” he tilted his head.

you were apalled, astonished even but you answered and went with it. it was definitely just one of his jeonghan jokes anyways.

“why would i accept, this totally goes against what you said earlier. joshua may only love me halfway but you don’t love me at all.”

“what do you mean? i love you all the way, is it my fault you didn’t notice?”

you sat there amused, his words were yet to register in your head, “you hypocrite!”

but then you finally heard him.

“wait— you what?—”

you were cut off by the bell,

“oh, there’s the bell, i’ll see you later yn,” he slid out the seat, placing it under its respective desk. he patted your head and smiled, “think about it, it might be fun.”

just as he was about to walk to the exit, he bent down and whispered in your ear, “i’ll let you pretend i’m joshua.”

the last thing you heard was his steps descending further away from you. you were left with so much uncertainty but one thing is for sure, this was not one of his jeonghan jokes.

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How To Score a Yes - YJH

PAIRING: Yoon Jeonghan x reader SYNOPSIS: How does your suitor, Yoon Jeonghan, score a 'yes'? WORD COUNT: 891 GENRE: Fluff, university au, student-athlete! yjh, courtside reporter x basketball player CHI'S NOTE: 🗣 GO SEXY, GO SEXY, GO SEXY SEXY LOOVE! Happiest of birthdays to Jeonghan, hanniehae! 💗

You wring your fingers together, wishing you had taken the seat your fellow courtside reporter offered you. Gosh, who knew being on the sidelines was this intense? But you should know better, because, after all, this is the varsity championship basketball game.

Your knees are jelly and your gaze on the scoreboard is so intense that you can feel an impending headache. It seemed like once the opposition scores, home court would immediately follow. At this point, it resembled a game of tag. Taking a quick break from looking at the scores in fear you could pass out from the nerves, your eyes land on Jeonghan.

Sweaty and focused, he still looks handsome despite how grueling the game has been. He takes his responsibility for the team seriously, what with being the well-known and strict captain of the Roaring Tigers basketball team. He had a lot on his plate leading up to this game as it’s been three years since your university was last announced as champion. Yet, he’s been consistent in courting you which is why you’ve made up your mind.

His team just needs to win.

And they do, with just a difference of two scores flickering on the scoreboard as the arena erupts in thunderous cheers and chants. Your legs have not escaped the jelly-like sensation so when you walk over once the cameraman signals you, your legs are like a baby deer’s. Putting on a smile, he counts down then the red, blinking light is on. You catch Jeonghan’s eye and his beautiful grin causes your heart to sing.

“Wow, what a game! Congratulations to the Roaring Tigers who have snatched up the championship title with fervour. Also, congratulations to Team Quartz who played incredibly well. We’ll be back shortly with interviews from the players.”

Just as the cameraman gives you a thumbs up, you’re lifted off the ground from behind and spun around. You squeal which causes Jeonghan to laugh. The joy that he exudes is contagious and it’s clear in his eyes how happy he is with the win. You hope you can magnify his happiness once the camera starts rolling again.

“Great work out there, captain”, you wiggle your eyebrows and he shakes his head as he pulls you closer to him by the waist.

He shrugs, “well, it’s because you’re here. You’re my lucky charm, baby. What can I say?”

“Talking up the courtside reporter so they can say good things about you on camera is a lousy move”, you quip and he playfully rolls his eyes.

Your eyes spot the cameraman again and you inhale deeply and why is what you want to do next more nerve-wracking than the game? It was a good thing that Jeonghan came to you first so you could interview him, otherwise, you could get cold feet.

You try not to pout when you pull away from him. He winks and mouths a ‘you got this’ just before the red light on the camera appears.

“We’re back! Right now, Yoon Jeonghan is with me, who is the captain of the Roaring Tigers. How does it feel getting the championship title back after three years?”

Jeonghan nods at your question, “It feels surreal. We practiced a lot to make this happen, so seeing it come to fruition…it’s a great feeling.”

“I bet it is,” you smile at him and huff out a breath, which is met with him tilting his head in concern.

“What was running through your mind when you shot the ball in the last five seconds of the game?”

He pauses and purses his lips, “to be honest…nothing. I just shot it without thinking much and it actually went in.”

“What would run through your mind if I said yes?” You swear you can see question marks floating above his head and you know he realises what you mean when his mouth drops open. Jeonghan covers his mouth in an attempt to cover his smile but his gaze tells all. The filming team gives a whoop of delight because you’ve told them about this, to which they’ve eagerly agreed to do.

Jeonghan pouts, “Baby, don’t joke around. You’re saying yes to me being your boyfriend?”

You grin and nod at him. “Congrats, captain. You’re my boyfriend, any thoughts on me saying yes?”

Your eyes flutter close when he kisses your forehead, your heart cartwheeling because you can feel him smiling. You laugh when you spot one of the filming crew slapping the arm of the person next to them in giddiness. Jeonghan pulls you flush against him, his arm naturally finding its way around your waist as he takes the mic from you and looks into the camera.

“This is the biggest win I’ve ever achieved. If you’d excuse us, I’d like to take my significant other out on a da- ow!”

Your cheeks rival the summer heat as Jeonghan playfully grimaces from the slap you delivered to his stomach. “That’s all for today. Thanks for tuning in to today’s game and interviews, see you then!”

He embraces you and you don’t know how he still smells amazing despite being sweaty. Jeonghan kisses your forehead, then your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I love you. Thank you for saying yes, have I mentioned that I love you"?

You laugh, your chest warm with adoration, “I love you, too".

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holdinbacksecrets · 9 months

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smitten

college soccer player!jeonghan part 3

part 1 part 2

“hey, i haven’t seen you all day.”

your roommate stands in the doorway to your bedroom, finding you at your desk drowning in assignments and the final draft of your midterm.

“i was at the library all morning trying to get this paper done. is everything ok?”

she’s wearing a blue bow identical to the one left on your dresser that morning. her skirt matches its deep shade, and you realize it’s quickly approaching 7pm.

“of course! it’s game day. i wanted to tell you you don’t have to come tonight if you don’t want to. hana—i think you know her… choppy bangs, green eyes—apparently she’s smitten, so she wants to join me or us if you’re still interested.”

lia’s eyebrows raise, and you can tell she’s hoping you’re still interested, but she’s worried about dragging you along while on pursuit of a boy as if that would ever bother you, as if your own footsteps and love-covered fingertips haven’t submerged into your own version of a boy pursuit.

“i am. i was going to take a shower within the next ten minutes. we still have an hour right?”

she smiles, nodding excitedly. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”

“before you go, who does hana like?”

lia’s smile widens, and she runs her fingertip along the length of your door, swiping vibrant blue polish across a striking white. “jeonghan.”

your heart sinks and melts into the acidic jealousy existing in the pit of your stomach. jeonghan? jeonghan… of course.

you feel deflated as you approach the bathroom, reaching for your towel before switching the light on.

the last thing you want is for this to get complicated. if hana makes a move, what are you supposed to do? for all you know, you’ll be standing beside the girl for two hours, listening to whatever smitten sounds like and pretending you didn’t dream about the same man the previous night or stare at his message about bandaids and lollipops… smitten.

shampoo stings your eyes while you contemplate sharing your own feelings for jeonghan with lia. she’s pushed you a little bit, knowing your history of having interest in athletes, but the years of your friendship have taught her a few things. those things include only sharing what you want to and keeping things close to your chest. your heart is as far from your sleeve as it can get, tucked away safely in the dark warmth within your chest. of course jeonghan has started to shine rays of light, creating beautiful sunbeams and beginning to swell what’s been hibernating in its safety zone.

lia is perched at the bar stool eating a bowl of cereal when you leave your bedroom. she quickly takes a look at your outfit, happy to see a bow of your own pinned to your jacket. your denim shorts have blue ruffles stitched along the curve of each pocket, and you can feel the familiar rush of anticipation. nothing beats an october night, with it’s comforting chill and the scene of a game only a short walk away. you look forward to these evenings all year. jeonghan is the best part, unexpectedly so.

“i didn’t touch the honey bunches of oats. there’s only enough for one more bowl if you’re hungry.”

“thanks, lee.”

you top the cereal off with milk and eye your roommate nervously, hoping she’ll pick up on your desire to say something. you’ve never been good at sharing feelings, especially when you’re afraid of stepping on another’s toes.

“i can feel you staring me down. is there something on my face or on your mind?”

lia palms her bowl, bringing the ceramic to her lips to savor the perfectly sweetened milk before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“this season, i’ve never felt like your tag along. you like seokmin, but i’d still go even if you didn’t. even if i didn’t like someone else on the team, i would still go.” members of your family have played the sport for as long as you can remember. in your life, fall doesn’t exist without a soccer ball.

lia doesn’t jump in. you hoped she would push you just a little further, but this is all on you.

“yoon jeonghan is in my environmental ethics course, and we’ve established some kind of unexpected friendship, but my feelings are stronger than that. about hana… i don’t know if there’s anything going on between them. the last thing i want to do is make anyone uncomfortable or embarrass myself.”

lia smiles, but you miss the softness in her expression, watching your cereal float instead.

“you don’t need to worry about hana. she picks a new guy every week, and she’d certainly turn her focus to someone else tonight if you tell her about jeonghan.”

lia taps the counter, earning your gaze. “thank you for telling me. i’m trying to keep my composure, but please know i’m internally squealing and running around the counter to hug you. now, finish your cereal. i’m sure someone is excited to see you.”

the sun begins to set as you walk through campus. you can see the lights from the field come into view, and lia squeezes your hand. she’s always been a cherished friend and supporter, and relief has embraced you knowing the feelings you’ve kept quiet are now a secret shared.

hana is standing beside the ticket counter and waves when she notices the two of you. not a single speck of blue is found on her outfit, but lia quickly pulls a bow from her purse, securing it in her friend’s hair.

after the three of you have paid, hana asks where you two usually sit.

“this one likes to sit at the top so she can see the entire field.” guilty.

“the boys can see you better from the front.”

lia bites her lip but guides the three of you to the middle row, keeping the viewing peace.

both teams are warming up, and your eyes settle on the field while hana and lia chat beside you. you catch bits of the conversation, amused by your roommate’s monologue about how much seokmin’s hair has grown since their last home game.

then, you see him, and your lips part. you lean forward and zero in.

he’s mesmerizing. watching him feels like the sweetest treat.

his dribbling matches the rhythm of your heartbeat, and your lips spread into something consumed by pride, admiration, and hopeful desire.

his confidence has never gone unnoticed, even in its subtly, but it radiates when he’s wearing cleats, his uniform and is existing on the forest green turf.

you’re silent for the first quarter, clapping when it’s appropriate to do so, mouthing calls as the referees blow their whistles, nodding along to the ones you deem just.

the second quarter is smooth. your team is taking the lead: 1-0, and the reaction from lia at the sight of seokmin’s assist is something worth remembering.

she kissed your cheek, asking twice: “did you see that?!”, before heading down the stairs for popcorn.

hana slides across the bench to close the space between you as half time starts. her voice is just above a whisper, “lia told me about jeonghan, so any cheering i do tonight is for choi seungcheol.” she sends you a wink and you nod, feeling a weight leave your shoulders.

during the final quarter, the blue hawks are sailing, and you nearly miss it. your eyes were fixed on the bag of popcorn only seconds prior, but you see him when you’re pleased with the amount of the salty snack in your cupped palm.

it’s jeonghan’s corner kick, in the corner closest to you, and you see him search the stands before landing on your figure. he smiles, and brushes his fingers across his shirt, mirroring where your bow is clipped to your jacket. cute, he mouths before turning to face the field again.

“holy shit.”

“he’s all yours, babe.”

after the game has ended, students start to leave while others who know players stick around, creating small packs around the fence. the three of you stay in the stands until the team exits their huddle.

hana waves quickly, sending you a knowing wink before running down the bleachers. lia pats your knee. she practiced words of admiration for seokmin that morning in the bathroom mirror. you give her a final good luck before she sets off down the metal stairs.

time ticks by and it’s just you now. the soccer fans have left, and jeonghan is one of the last players on the field. you watched him take the bag of soccer balls to the shed behind the field, finding yourself admiring the stars while you waited.

the sound of your name shifts your stare, and you find him leaning against the railing.

“i should’ve given you my practice jersey.”

you stand and descend the bleachers, approaching the man with reddened cheeks and messy hair.

“what would that’ve made me?”

he smiles, and you want him to say it.

“i imagine you’re going to be much more than a good luck charm.”

“you don’t need one.”

“i have my superstitions.”

“oh really? do you have a couple marbles in your pockets?”

jeonghan’s cleats meet the pavement, and he waits for you before heading toward the main campus.

“i didn’t think about that.”

“i guess all the marbles are in your schedule…. probably wouldn’t do you any good to keep more in your pocket.”

“mmm, i think you’re on to something.”

“and i guess if i keep coming…”

“if you keep coming, we’ll keep winning, and eventually i’ll ask you to go on a date with me.”

“but you’re going to keep it open— unknown and leave me with anticipation.”

jeonghan laughs— no, it’s more like a giggle that penetrates your skin and finds the shelter where your heart lives, shining the most light it’s seen since you experienced the ocean three years ago.

“i’m not going to leave it open.”

he stops beneath the streetlamp. you’re in front of snow hall, where this all started.

“saturday night, can i take you on a date?”

his eyes are sparkling, and this man has far more than sunbeams. he has stars too.

“yes, of course you can.”

“as long as you’re alright with comedy shows.”

“i’ve never been.”

the look in his eyes is intriguing, and you have no doubt you’re about to be introduced to something magical.

“boo seungkwan knows how to put on a show, and i cannot wait to take you.”

his gaze shifts to the bow on your jacket, and you swear his expression melts. sore muscles are easy to ignore when you’re in front of him with exciting possibilities existing in your eyes and smile.

he’ll certainly fall in love with you.

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