#kwon soonyoung fluff
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Burnt Coffee
Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x gn! Reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: Running a cafe hadn’t been as glamorous as you initially believed. You loved your job; the cozy aroma of the different roasts, the hum of the espresso machine, the foam art you tediously practiced until a cute bear face stared back from the surface of a cappuccino. But any new shop comes with quirks, like the fire alarm that goes off almost every morning. Luckily, the fire station is just across the street and you unknowingly have one of the fireman wrapped around your finger.
Warnings: coffee shop owner reader, firefighter Hoshi, pockets of angst, crying, lots of mentions of food and coffee, firefighter jihoon and his baker gf, crying, kissing
Length: ~4.6k
Note: second valentine's fic! surprise! written for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub. Happy Valentine's @idyllic-ghost / @bee-buzzez !!! i hope its the cafe au of your dreams
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“I’ve got an iced dirty chai with oat milk at the end of the bar!”
A sour-faced woman scoffs, “That isn’t what I ordered.”
“Well, is your name Samantha?”
“No.”
“Then it isn’t your order.”
The exchange between Seungkwan and the woman rings familiar. Sundays bring out the best in everyone it seems. But you're too busy handling the never ending line of drink tickets to scold him for poor customer service. Focusing on the machine, you pull shot after shot; inadvertently covering yourself in errant splashes of milk and coffee. The rush of the morning is still going strong but you hone into the rhythm and let your mind fall away from anything beyond the cups resting atop the counter next to you.
But as always, the steam from the milk frother continues to heat the space above; right where the over sensitive fire alarm was installed.
The shrill blaring freezes everyone in place. A few children scream in shock, making the vein on your temple throb. Your ears ring with each pulse as your head falls into your hands.
Every single morning since you opened Fika two months ago the alarm went off without fail.
And then he would show up like clockwork.
The bell attached to the wooden door chimes as Soonyoung breaks through the threshold of the cafe. Grimaced faces greet him. The shrill fire alarm with flash lights blares into the industrial space, bouncing off the walls to echo inanely.
“Earlier than usual.” Soonyoung chirps as he saunters past the line, easily rounding the bar to access the screeching piece of junk inconveniently placed above the espresso machine.
You step out of the way, face flat and mouth tense. “Busy day.” You explain.
The alarm cuts off as swift as it started, Soonyoung stepping back to smile down at you.
“I can hang around in case. Seems like that line isn’t going anywhere.”
“Yeah, sure. Do you want something to drink?” You offer stepping back to the line of cups littering the metal counter.
“Ooo, buying me drinks already? Aren’t you presumptuous?”
The wiggle of his eyebrows is meant to be suggestive but they only make him look like he ate a mouthful of sour candy.
“Nevermind.” You huff, stepping around the man as you grab the next cup in line and start working. “Go save a cat in a tree or something.”
Sensing your waning mood, Soonyoung cuts the act. “I’ll just have my regular.”
“You know where the cups are.”
A full cup of brewed coffee joins him on the opposite side of the counter. Soonyoung plants himself in his usual chair, chin resting on his curled fist as he watches you work your magic.
On slow days he’ll chat your ear off until the fire station calls him back. But on days like today, he’s content to in silence; obsessed with the sureness of your hands, the strong pout of your lips, and the way everything seems pulled into your gravity.
Maybe he has a crush on you.
Scratch that; Soonyoung definitely has a crush on you.
And everyone knows. His supervisor, Jihoon, knows. It’s why Soonyoung is always the one to come and fix the faulty alarm in the shop. His best friend, Seokmin, knows. It’s why Seokmin and his fiancee constantly batter him with texts about when he’ll ask you on a date. If someone went to space and looked down they could see how much he likes you without even trying.
You hit a lull and Soonyoung takes his chance. “Got any special plans this week?”
“We’re doing themed baked goods on Wednesday.” You call over your shoulder.
It’s not what Soonyoung was asking about but he takes it in stride.
Your employees also know about the fireman’s feelings. It’s why Seungkwan throws a pitying look his way along with a deformed muffin. Subtle rejection tastes like blueberries and brown sugar.
“Will you save me one?” Soonyoung asks.
“Is free coffee not enough?”
“Who said I wouldn’t pay for it?”
You never let Soonyoung pay for anything at the cafe. Despite how much he enjoys free food, it always makes him feel a bit guilty. It’s why you think he only drinks black coffee with a lethal amount of sugar when in reality he’d take some fancy espresso drink any day.
You laugh as you continue to work through the next batch of orders. “We’ll see if there are any left.”
“I’m a civil servant!”
“Serve in silence please!” Seungkwan barks, earning a few chuckles from the other customers sitting at the bar.
The back and forth continues and eventually the line dwindles to nothing as the morning lulls on. Soonyoung downs two more cups and manages to haggle Seungkwan for an overly toasted slice of banana bread with a singed corner he planned to throw out anyway.
The entire time Soonyoung watches you. Even covered in splashes of milk and coffee stains, he’s still enamored with you as you lean over the bar and jot notes in the ever expanding list of repairs and updates the shop needs.
And just when Soonyoung opens his mouth to say something, anything, the shrill beep of his phone cuts him off.
“Damn, I gotta head back.” He curses. “Just call if you need me again, okay?”
“Will do.”
You don’t even look up as he walks towards the door.
“Satan is one the phone for you.”
“Please be less specific.” You beg Seungkwan, grabbing the receiver still on hold.
“Bakery lady.”
Steeling yourself, you unmute the phone and bring it to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Y/N?”
“Yes.”
“I was reviewing orders for Valentine’s. You're only doing the usual? I thought we talked about special items. I already bought the ingredients so if you changed your mind it’s putting me out of money.”
“No, we need at least two dozen of the cupcakes and two dozen of the cookies on top of our usual order.”
“That’s not what the order form says!” The old crone hawks through the line.
You ask her for a moment while pulling out your laptop and settling into a seat far away from the clusters of customers still strung throughout the cafe.
Wiping your face, you stare at the illuminated screen of your computer with the order form pulled up. “I have the form on my screen right now and it clearly says—”
“I don’t care what you’re looking at, it’s not what I have on my end!”
“Are you sure you’re looking at the form for Fika on Second street?”
“I’m telling you I’m—oh.”
The deflation in her tone pulls a smirk across your lips. “Hm?”
“Alright so two dozen red velvet cupcakes and two dozen heart sugar cookies?”
“Yep.”
“Alright, I’ll have it on Wednesday.”
“Thanks.”
Click.
The table shakes with the impact of your forehead. The clatter of your mug draws attention from the few customers around but none pay much attention.
“Everything okay?” A voice asks from above.
“Great. Wonderful.” You say into the wood.
“Good. Because the espresso machine is broken…again.”
You rise from your seat, face indecipherable as you walk past the counter, through the back storage area and into the alley behind the building.
Several seconds pass before you release a guttural scream. It's gritty, ripping apart your throat as all bubbling exhaustion breaches your lips. The noise echos between the brick walls before escaping to the sky above. Several pigeons flee to the rooftops for safety while mice and other vermin scuffle along the walls in terror.
Seungkwan watches from the door, eyes wide as you continue to belt for the trash bags and city rats witnessing your meltdown.
Your voice fizzles as you run out of air. Closing your eyes, you take two deep breaths. Inhaling the scent of stale storm water and whatever else perfumes the back alley until the stretch of your lungs burns from the inside out.
And then you turn and walk back inside as if the entire thing never happened.
The block is only illuminated by streetlights at this hour. Not even the earliest of early birds litter the narrow sidewalk as you push into the empty cafe and begin prepping for the Monday morning rush. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air, the whir of the grinder harmonizing with the jazz playlist curling down from the speakers.
The calm before the storm.
Slowly the first shift employees trickle in just before opening; relieving you to commandeer the office slash storage room in the back, intent on knocking out the mountain of paperwork and following up with the repair man about the alarm he said he would be back to fix last week. But first, the phone blinking with unread messages.
“This is Megan. We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warr—”
Message deleted.
The next message is a young man reporting his credit card missing and visiting your shop. You call and let his voicemail know no one has seen anything but you hope he figures it out.
“Hi Y/N. This is Cheryl with Harmony Bakers. Just wanted to let you know I won’t be able to get that special order for Valentine’s Day. Or your regular order for tomorrow. We’ve decided to close up shop. Sorry about the inconvenience.”
The words don’t hit at first. But your brain slowly catches up to what Cheryl is saying. Canceling. She’s canceling two days before Valentine’s.
Your attempts to return her call fall flat. Six tries and all ring once before dropping into an automated message reporting her voicemail is full, no doubt from the other shops she’s also shafted with the impulsive decision.
No holiday treats. No regular food items. No back up. No plan B.
Failure, failure, failu—
The pad of paper littered with notes sails into the not so far wall only to slap against the plaster and slip to the ground.
You can only focus on one problem at a time. Or at least the problem whose solution won’t send you to jail. And that means heading to the front where the day is starting to pick up.
The boys have things under control but the line is lengthening and you’re a great way to relieve the pressure. Immediately an invisible song pulls you into the rhythm of their work; drinks and food hit the end of the bar almost as fast as the orders came in.
Soonyoung comes in and waits at the counter as usual. The alarm seems to be granting mercy given the horrible state of affairs from this morning.
The customers not so much.
“God, how stupid are you that you messed up a simple order? It’s a fucking americano and you made it taste like ass.”
The man standing at the end of the bar, hands flat on the counter in an attempt to physically dominate the space, always complains. His iced drinks are too cold, his hot drinks are too hot, the weather is bad, taxes are too high, the list continues on and on. And somehow it's always your fault.
Usually its little barbs under his breath but today he’s out for blood and you’ve already had enough.
Your teeth grit together so hard it feels like the forced smile plastered on your face might crack them into dusk. “Like I said, I can remake it for you if you’d lik—”
“Why would I want you to remake it? You clearly have no idea what you’re doing. Get someone else.”
“I got it.” Seungcheol steps forward.
The older man gives him an apprehensive look. Seungcheol is harmless but he knows how to be scary when he wants to be.
“I’m gonna go…restock something…” you warble, all but sprinting to the back.
Plastic sleeves of cups and boxes of straws bear witness to your breakdown. The six am tantrum clouds in and your carefully built dam of control explodes. Hot tears streak your cheeks, dripping off the jut of your chin with every gasping breath from the knot in your throat tangling tighter and tighter. All you can hear are ugly gasping breaths as you rock back and forth in the dark.
The sliver of light spilling in from the cracked door doesn’t register given the way your face is buried in your hands. Soonyoung has half a mind to pretend he never entered the cramped space. He’s never seen you so… small.
A shrill squeak of the hinge alert you to the new presence. Bloodshot eyes find his wide ones and you swipe at your face to hide the evidence of your distress. You go to speak but barely manage a croak before the tears come again.
“Shit,” Soonyoung whispers. “It’s okay, it’s alright.”
The warmth of his chest makes you cry harder, tears spilling onto his neck as you hide from the world. He smooths the flat of his palm across your back.
It's anyone’s guess how long you stay there. Soonyoung’s cheek rests on the top of your head, arms firm around your shoulders. The faint smell of smoke tickles your nose. Smoke and pine from his cologne. It tethers your mind, lulling the frantic breakdown and giving you something to focus on other than how horrible the day has become in the span of a few hours.
No baked goods. Horrible customers. And now you’re being held by the handsome fighter from next door with snot dripping from your nose.
Soonyoung hesitates when you shift in his hold, arms tightening for a second in case another bout of tears crops up. But you pull far enough away to send an embarrassed grimace his way before looking anywhere else.
“Sorry.” You say, turning to snatch napkins from the shelf next to you.
His hand continues to rub your shoulders as you dab your eyes and blow your nose.
“It’s okay. That guy was a jerk.”
“I don’t care what he said.”
Soonyoung stares in disbelief, waiting for you to continue.
“My baker canceled on me, and the espresso machine is held together with duct tape, and there's a million other things going wrong, not to mention the fire alarm. And I just…”
Squeezing your eyes tight to prevent the moisture swelling in the corners proves unhelpful. To Soonyoung’s credit he stays silent, allowing you all the time you need to get your thoughts in order. But the hand on your back continuing to trace abstract shapes between your shoulder blades lets you know he’s there when you’re ready.
“It’s just been a rough week.” You say to the floor.
The admission lifts the ten pound weight off your chest. Soonyoung isn’t an employee you need to guarantee everything is okay to or a customer requiring a mask. He’s a…friend? It feels generous but if he was anything less you doubt he’d be where he is now.
“Is there any way I can help?”
You blow your nose into the tissue before laughing wetly. “I don’t suppose you have a magic wand, do you?”
“Just broke mine actually.” He winces sarcastically.
What’s another thing on your never ending to-do list? Along with the desperate need to buy more supplies for tomorrow, how difficult can it be to conjure artisan baked goods out of thin air?
“Actually,” Soonyoung perks. “Jihoon’s girlfriend works at a bakery. Pete’s? No, wait. Penny’s?”
“Petunia’s?”
“That’s the one! Maybe I can ask her if she can help?”
“Good luck.” You snort. “They couldn’t even fit me into their normal rotation.”
“We won’t know until we ask!” He chips, thrilled he can help.
Soonyoung jumps up, a cruel chill invading the space he once occupied. Like the sun moving behind a cloud and leaving you at the mercy of a cool breeze; there and gone before you can delve into what it means.
You hand him the order form you usually give your baker to relay to Jihoon’s girlfriend. While he steps out to ask for a miracle you focus on tallying how many cups, napkins, lids, and other miscellaneous items you need from the supply store across town. A few lone tears appear, falling without much preamble but the worst is out and stained on Soonyoung’s shoulder. You’ll get through it. With Soonyoung’s help you’ll get past everything, even if his efforts fall flat.
Seungcheol and Seungkwan confirm they’ve got things under control as you take your leave. Soonyoung is just visible in the dissipating morning fog hanging in the street. He paces the sidewalk, speaking into his phone animatedly before spotting you trying to sneak past him to your car.
“Thank you! You’re the best!” He cheers before hanging up and pocketing his phone.
“So?”
“They’ll do it! One of the other shops dropped out last minute and they have a lot of extras. Maybe not all the usual stuff but Rita said she can pull together most of the stuff on the form.”
Body frozen, you stare at Soonyoung with an open mouth and eyes wide. There’s no way he solved half your workload with one phone call.
“She also said they can try and work you into their usual orders. If that’s something you’re interested in…” Soonyoung trails off, glancing at you nervously.
In a blink your back in his arms, squeezing him so hard your arms hurt.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You chant into his chest.
“Of course.”
Stepping back, you blush at your own impulsiveness.
“Um, well…” you fumble, clearing your throat you get back to the task at hand. “I need to run to the store so I’ll see you later.”
“I can come!”
“No! I mean, you’ve already helped so much. I’d feel bad dragging you along.”
“Don’t worry about me, I'm just trying to make sure you don’t start crying again and cause an accident.”
“Okay, rude.”
Soonyoung ignores you, already strutting down the street.
“Your cars this way, right?”
“No.”
“Listen, I wanna come with you. I have nothing else to do today.”
“Cool,” You laugh, continuing the opposite direction Soonyoung headed. “but my car is still this way.”
The drive is pleasant. You learn more about Soonyoung in the thirty minutes it takes to get across town than you’ve learned in the weeks he’s been coming to the cafe. He has an older sister, he likes to volunteer at the youth center down the street in his time off, and he cannot work a computer if his life depends on it. You also learn more about his coworker turned best friend who also happens to be the boyfriend of your new god.
“Yeah Jihoon and I started the same day. He comes off kinda cold but it's all an act.”
“Oh, really?” You laugh, pulling into a cramped parking spot.
“One hundred percent. You should see him with Rita. I never saw him blush that much until they started dating.”
“How’d they meet?”
“Funny story.” Soonyoung shares, climbing out of the passenger seat. “So the bakery she worked at before had a fire. No one was hurt and they put it out before we even got there! But we went to make sure everything was clear. Well, Rita was there and I swear it was love at first sight for him.”
“That’s sweet.”
You both make your way inside the sliding doors; Soonyoung pushing a flat cart behind you through the aisles.
“He’s definitely mellowed out since he met her. Doesn’t work as much, thank god.”
“What about your girlfriend? Do you guys have the same Hallmark meet cute?”
“Oh! I don’t have a girlfriend.” Soonyoung mumbles, ears turning scarlett.
Your face heats as well. Whatever force compelled you to ask such a prying question revels in satisfaction to hear Soonyoung is in fact single. A tidbit of information you’ve never wondered about before.
“Sorry I couldn’t get you anything for today.” Rita says as she helps unpack everything onto the counter.
The cafe is scarce of customers, far past closing time but Rita said they’d be too busy delivering to their other customers in the morning to spare a trip to you. What's another Tuesday at the shop? It isn't like you have time for much of a social life given the million things you need to do.
“Really don’t worry about it. You're saving my life by getting me this stuff for tomorrow.”
“Well Soonyoung made a bargain I couldn’t refuse.”
You pause for a moment. Soonyoung didn't mention anything beyond the payment Rita quoted and later sent via email. Did he promise something from the shop on your behalf?
Swallowing the budding annoyance, you continue to work like nothing is wrong. “Oh?”
“I mean an entire month of covering Jihoon’s shifts? What kind of person passes that up?”
What?
Soonyoung offered to sacrifice all his free time to help you. Soonyoung who you barely know beyond the fact that he pretends to like black coffee. The man chews with his mouth open. Soonyoung who let you ruin his sweater with tears and snot from a horrible day.
“You didn’t know?” Rita asks, face full of mirth.
“Ugh, no,” you cough. “He didn’t tell me that.”
“I was shocked when he offered. He wouldn’t do that for just anyone.”
But he did it for you.
“Yeah.”
“Y/N?”
You find Rita smiling like she knows some big secret. If you had to guess, it's probably the same thing you're realizing now.
“Soonyoung’s a great guy.”
Words fail you because you know Soonyoung is a great guy. He held you when you cried, he comes in everyday without fail to turn off the alarm, and he just sacrificed a month of his life because it would help you.
Once you and Rita unpack the remaining cookies and cakes, she takes her leave but not before dropping another wink when she spots Soonyoung approaching from the direction of the fire house.
“Rita.” he greets at the door, holding it open for her exit.
“Hosh.”
And she’s gone without another word.
“How’s it going?” Soonyoung asks, rounding the counter to join you.
“Great!” You blurt with too much enthusiasm. “Rita ended up making everything we needed.”
A second set of hands assists in packing the glass display case in preparation for tomorrow's chaos. Soonyoung listens well. Patient to a T as you direct him to tweak things just so from the opposite side of the bar.
“Thank you for all your help this week. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here to help.”
He continues to unpack the few remaining goods beneath the counter as he responds. “It’s not a big deal. What are friends for?”
“Hmm and you agree to cover all of Jihoon’s shifts for your friends?”
Leaning back against the opposite counter, you watch Soonyoung’s shoulder tense and his ears erupt into bright red. He’s so still he doesn’t even seem to be breathing at the shock of being caught. Each passing second heightens the smirk curling your lips.
“Oh, you heard about that?” He asks into the counter.
You saddle up beside him, dropping your head until his eyes meet your own. Each inch of space you claim next to him sends him away like an opposing magnet; until your sandwich between him and the hardwood.
“Yeah, I heard.”
Soonyoung backs away nervously but not before you catch the way his eyes cut to your mouth. Who knew all it took is a smile and batting your eyelashes to make chatty Soonyoung clam up? The shyness bubbling on the edge of your conscious fizzles with the new knowledge; instead, curiosity takes its place. How much more can you make him blush? What would he do if you grabbed his hand? Or if you took a chance and kissed him?
“Soonyoung?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have a crush on me?” You smile around each word.
He opens his mouth to argue but it's moot with the way you gaze at him, eyes shining with mirth. Like you're laughing at some shared joke. Soonyoung will tell you whatever truths you want to hear if it means you’ll keep looking at him like that.
“Yeah.” Soonyoung whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear him.
“Good.”
You step into his space with finality, chests brushing with each breath.
“Good?”
The edge of your teeth pinning your lip down is the only thing preventing a smile from ripping across your face as you answer. “Because I have a crush on you too.”
“Oh…” He nods, head dropping dejectedly and then it hits him and whips back up so fast his eyeballs rattle. “OH. You do?”
He watches you nod, slowly angling himself to connect your lips. When Soonyoung realizes you aren’t going to push him away, evident by the hand fisted in his sweater, he goes for it.
The curve of your lip, the breathy sigh you release into his mouth, the way you seem to go boneless with each pass are all committed to his memory. Soonyoung reminds himself to be good. That this is the first time he’s kissing you and he should be a gentleman; gentle, chaste, respectful.
And he would succeed but you’re acting like you have no interest in any of those things. You whisper another heavenly sigh into his mouth, trailing a hand in the short strands of hair at the base of his skull forcing Soonyoung to focus on batting away the demons at the edge of his mind rather than giving into temptation.
But when you tug to angle his head better the delicious sting drowns Soonyoung so quickly he has you pinned to the counter before he realizes what's happening.
Sometime later, when your lips are swollen and the floor sways beneath you from the flood of giddiness coursing through your veins, you and Soonyoung part. The crisp air of the late night tries in vain to nip at your face but you’re too distracted by the calluses on the side of Soonyoung’s thumb and the way they rasp against your knuckles as he walks you to your car.
The cafe is in full swing by the time Soonyoung comes in Wednesday morning.
All morning he paced across the cramped common room of the fire station. Sure you let him kiss you but what did it all mean? He knows you like him but did you like like him or just like him? Should he have asked you on a date? Would that be too forward? Did he mess things up by not immediately asking you out despite the fact he was so love drunk he ran into a pole after watching you drive off?
He fights the idea of running across the street and demanding answers. You’re definitely too busy to spare a second and tame the butterflies in his stomach. And how pathetic would he look if he asked you to explicitly dictate how you feel so no wires end up cross? And on Valentine’s day no less?
Luckily, he’s saved by the bell. Or rather the fire alarm.
He watches you work like a tornado, pausing only to smile at him the same way you did last night when he did not so safe for work things against the very counter lined with coffee cups and steaming mugs. Flashes of memory heat across his face.
You thank him with his usual coffee and one of the cupcakes you set aside just for him. Except this time his paper cup is scribbled with a heart and something else.
Be my Valentine? _Yes _ Also Yes _ YES BUT LOUD
At some point he should tell you about the sensitivity setting on the alarm and how all you need to do is nudge the tiny lever to the right if you don't want it going off every time the steam builds up. But the way you beam at him when he steals the sharpie from behind your ear and checks all three boxes on the cup makes Soonyoung decide it’s a secret he’ll keep for now.
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"it's just me."
you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.
"soonyoung--"
"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."
you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"
"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."
you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.
#nonranghaes.thoughts#seventeen drabbles#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#hoshi x reader#hoshi fluff#kwon soonyoung x reader#kwon soonyoung fluff#nonranghaes.svt#hi sorry i just. needed to write something short n soft#tw for medical stuff in the tags but i need to call hospice abt a catheter bc shes... getting weaker ultimately#which. i dont know if i should be Worried or if this is normal for someone in her condition yknow?#we've started tracking how much she eats bc shes never rly ate much like. Ever. and its hard to know when shes fully pulling back from food#most of the time though its just... quiet. she just sleeps a lot. i dont know what to make of it...#anyway sorry for the small vent here im just... getting through it all ig#i need a soonyoung to cuddle with and to help me feel like i can make it through this
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little stars | kwon soonyoung
SYNOPSIS. in which you find a beauty mark on your boyfriend that you haven't seen before.
PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS. kissing, terms of endearment, reader has a birthmark on their neck and beauty marks of their own!! (tad bit self-indulgent cuz i have a kinda obnoxious birthmark on my neck), soonyoung makes a tiny suggestive joke
WORD COUNT. 1.7k
"You have a mole on your neck."
Your words were enough to catch Soonyoung's attention, and he looks up to you all of a sudden, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you perched on top of the bathroom counter and peering in his direction. His hand stops mid-brush in his mouth, and he blinks at you with toothpaste foam still lingering at the corners of his mouth, and it all makes for such a cute, endearing sight.
"A mole?" he repeats, voice muffled by the toothbrush. He spits into the sink, rinses his mouth, and turns to face you with an intrigued look.
"Yeah, right there. It's a tiny one," You say giddily, chuckling at his reaction, before pointing to the spot on your own neck to give him a reference, and he's immediately trying to look at himself in the mirror. "It's cute, actually. You've never seen it before?"
Soonyoung squints at his reflection in the mirror, craning his neck to get a better view.
"I... I guess I just never paid much attention," he admits, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
You tilt your head in thought, still watching the way he inspects his own neck. The beauty mark on his neck was indeed microscopic to the eye, but now you can add it to the little mental list in your head of little quirks that make your adorable boyfriend who he is. Plus, it's another spot you can pay a tiny bit more attention to when you want to shower him with affection.
"Okay, wait, come here." You motion for him to come up to you, and he complies immediately.
As he stands in front of you in between your legs, you dangle your arms on his shoulders, and his hands instinctively come to your waist. Then you gently tilt his head, guiding him to expose the spot on his neck. Your fingers graze the mole lightly, tracing its outline with a feather-like touch. Soonyoung shivers slightly at the contact, but he keeps his eyes fixed on you.
With a faint, teasing smile, you bring him closer to you so you could softly plant a kiss on the spot where his mole resides. Soonyoung's breath catches in his throat, momentarily frozen by the brief touch of your lips on his skin. When you pull back, his eyes meet yours, the bathroom light reflecting in them like a constellation, and there's a softness in the way he looks at you.
"I have... other ones too, you know," he mutters quietly.
You quirk up a brow, smirking smugly. "Oh, I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Like..." You turn his head just slightly, leaning in close with your warm breath hitting his skin, making him shiver. "You have one right here on your ear." Then you shift him back to face you, and your hand makes his way to the sleeve of his shirt, and you lift it up a bit so his bicep and shoulder is exposed. "You have another one right here."
Each touch upon his skin makes Soonyoung feels he's discovering more about himself than he ever has. Sure, he's known he has beauty marks on him, but they've never received this much attention before, and it feels surprisingly intimate and sweet. The small act of appreciation makes his heart swell in his chest.
"And here," You continue, tracing the outline of another hidden detail on his forearm. "You have a tiny freckle. I bet you didn't even notice it."
Soonyoung can't help but grin dorkily. "You've been studying me," he accuses playfully.
There's a mischievous yet innocent look to your face as you respond, "Maybe a little."
There's a pout to his face when you bring your eyes back up after you point out the little stars on his skin. Your words, not his𑁋he absolutely melted at your words when you first mentioned it. His hands are still positioned on your waist, rubbing in place there up and down soothingly.
"I... I feel like a bad boyfriend now," he murmurs, almost in shame.
Worry etches across your face; the smile to your lips drops a little. "Why's that?"
"Well, I..." He pauses, and you see the way his cheeks darken with a slight blush. "I-I want to study you too."
It's a lot more than just that too, but it's hard to exactly voice that without sounding weird. He wants to commits every part of you to his memory, to make sure he never misses a spot, that every detail of you receives the love it deserves. He wants to know the little stories behind your freckles, the histories etched in your scars if you'd let him𑁋just, all simply and humanely, you.
Your heart flutters at his words, a certain warmth spreading through your body, and you reach your hands to cup his face lightly. A soft smiles plays at your lips as you lean in to plant a small kiss to his mouth, and it seems to fade away the sulkiness to his face.
"Baby, you're not a bad boyfriend at all," You reassure him. "And... you can study me too. You have all the time in the world to do so."
A genuine, even eager smile tugs at his lips, and he leans in for another lingering kiss. You can taste the remnants of mint from the toothpaste on his lips. His hands slide from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer. When you finally pull away, the two of you a bit breathless, nothing but contented grins play on both of your faces.
"Okay, let's start with the obvious." You angle your head a bit so he could see the birthmark to your neck. "You already know about this one."
He does. He knows it very well𑁋it's one of his favourite spots to kiss.
Soonyoung leans in, mirroring your earlier actions. His lips meet the delicate skin of your neck, a gentle kiss planted on the birthmark. It's a tender, affectionate gesture that sends a shiver down your spine and a giggle to escape from you, and you notice the satisfied look to his face when he pulls away.
"There's a mole here. On my cheekbone." You point to a faint, small one on your face, just a little bit below the edge of your eye.
You feel the way his finger traces the beauty mark with the pad of his thumb. The soft touch sends a tingling sensation through your skin, and even more so when he presses yet another peck to the spot, his lips lingering for a moment longer.
"And then, um..." You bring your index finger to the collar of your shirt, lowering it down to reveal another very small beauty mark on your collarbone. "There's another one right here."
His eyes light up with curiosity as he follows the path of your finger. Then he leans in, kissing the spot to your exposed skin very delicately, like a promise. Your breath hitches as his lips meet your collarbone, the tender touch sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Soonyoung's eyes remain fixed on the spot he just kissed, his expression nothing short of adoration.
"Are there more?" he asks excitedly.
His curiosity makes you chuckle. "Of course there are more." Without hesitation, you lift up your shirt slightly to reveal another beauty mark above your navel. "Here's one that's been hiding."
Soonyoung's eyes light up with excitement as he lowers himself down to inspect the newly revealed beauty mark. He traces the outline with the tip of his finger, committing its shape to memory.
"Pretty," he whispers, before placing a gentle kiss on the hidden mark.
"Are you just going to kiss every single one?" You tease, a playful glint in your eyes as he comes back up to you.
"Hmm, it's how I remember where they are." And it's another way of saying, I see you, every part of you, and I love it all, he thinks.
His response makes you laugh, a melodic sound that fills the bathroom with warmth and comfort. Soonyoung looks up at you fondly with a playful twinkle in his eyes, and you can't help but admire the genuine joy that radiates from him. With every kiss he places upon your skin, each one seemingly lasting a bit longer than the previous, you swear your heart can't take much more sweetness.
Yet, you're completely enchanted by the way Soonyoung gazes at you, as if you're the most precious thing in the world, and you find yourself eagerly anticipating the next one.
"I think I've memorized all of you now," Soonyoung claims, hands coming to rest on your thighs as you pull back from him slightly.
You run a hand through his hair, before cupping his face in your hand. "Really? Already?"
He tilts his head slightly, trying to suppress the chuckle bubbling in his chest, but it doesn't last long at all, and you catch the hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I... I think I have to practice a bit more, you know..."
A shy smile plays on Soonyoung's lips as he glances down, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your thighs, a hint of a blush colouring his face, and they tint with a deeper shade of pink as he shyly meets your gaze.
"I mean, I don't want to miss any details, you know? It's important." You're important to me, he says in his head.
Gosh, he's so sweet and he's yours𑁋this cuddly, adorable, loveable, affectionate man is yours.
"I don't mind at all," You reply, tapping his nose lightly. "You can take all the time you need."
The curve to his lips is cutely lopsided as he brushes his lips up against yours once more. His hands, which are still resting on your thighs, tighten their grip ever so slightly, not in a possessive manner, but as if he's grounding himself to this very moment, and he wants nothing more than to savour every single second of it.
When he pulls back, you feel the way his fingertips are unconsciously drawing patterns on your thighs.
"I think," he whispers. "this is my favourite part of the day."
You giggle, a light and airy sound that fills the space between you. "Even after all the ramen we had earlier?"
"Well, that was fun, but this..." he hums. "I could get used to this."
You can't tell if he means specifically just kissing and memorizing you, or just being here together in the comfort of his apartment, where once a spare toothbrush had grown to become yours, where the spot by the door became the spot where you also place your shoes next to his, or that the right side of his bed is precisely the spot you always sleep in whenever you come over. Whatever it is, you think you can get used to it too.
"Me too," You confess, trailing your hands up his arms and giving them a little squeeze. "Me too."
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few months ago; kwon soonyoung (svt)
pairing : switch!reader x fratboy!switch!hoshi (svt)
words : 3.8k (approx.)
theme : oneshot, fluff, smut, mutual pining, fwb to lovers, smut with slight plot
warnings : smut (18+), cursing, oral, degradation, praise, a little bit of spanking, overstimulation, jealousy, soft-rough and passionate sex, appearance of jihoon!
unedited so please don't mind any weird sentence framing, I will definitely proofread it when I get some free time <3
request by @aaniag <3
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things between you and soonyoung were strictly inclusive, unofficial, secret, confidential— however you may say it. just a few months ago, you were just friends, sending each other random texts, partying, hanging out occasionally, hyping each other up for new dates; just a few months ago, you were unaware about his skills.
now, in your five years of knowing soonyoung, you knew just how great and genius of a dancer he was, just how strong his vocal prowess is and how- if he put in any effort— how well he could rap.
you remembered how happy he was when he introduced himself with his college stage name— hoshi. and you were so glad because finally he would be able to showcase his moves on larger grounds.
but you weren't talking about those skills, were you?
you sipped your drink as liquor burned down your throat, wincing you looked around the party only for your eyes to land at jihoon— one of the best friends of soonyoung. his permed black hairs traced his delicate face as he seemingly ignored the obscene music of the wild frat, drinking and indulging himself in his alcohol. you didn't and would never understand how a person like jihoon landed soonyoung as his friend.
and there, your thoughts drifted back to soonyoung again, just a few months ago, soonyoung had become a gym rat, just a few months ago you had haphazardly slurred, "you're so fucking hot soonie~" in his ears and just a few months ago, soonyoung had kissed you so ferociously that you were almost fooled into thinking that he wanted you for years.
just a few months ago, you and soonyoung abashedly woke up tangled in each other's arms, just a few months ago you both had embarrassingly admitted that it was the best sex of your life and just a few months ago hoshi put forward the notion of being friends with benefits, strongly emphasising the point of 'no strings attached.'
you adjusted the strap of your little black dress as you forcefully looked at jihoon and came to admiring his features again, how soft and pale his skin looked, how cold he seemed yet his words were always warm and how his biceps bulged out of his simple white shirt with its sleeve rolled up.
you remembered how you had scoffed at people who were "friends with benefits", mocking them for having commitment issues but never had you ever assumed that you would be stuck in the same pickle with a tag of "strictly friends with benefits" on your head.
oh how you despised soonyoung for making your heart mushy whenever he did something even remotely romantic and how you hated him for giving you best orgasms every. single. time.
you couldn't fall for soonyoung, you can't fall for soonyoung, you must not fall for soonyoung.
you reminded yourself as you looked at jihoon— he looked like someone who would want a committed relationship, who could make you feel secure with his words and not to mention he was terribly hot. you both had talked a few times and you wondered, well why not shoot the shot?
you should probably refrain from taking decisions under the influence.
you gathered your courage as you walked up to jihoon who warmly smiled at you as you sat opposite to him, starting a small talk. you vaguely remembered how jihoon laughed at one of your remarks, how you had sneakily held his hand, how his eyebrow quirked up with a smirk etching on his face. but instead of your talk with jihoon you remembered seeing soonyoung for the first time that day, his hair dyed to blonde as he rowdily danced on the centre table, soon his eyes met yours.
you reluctantly peered your gaze away from soonyoung to jihoon, who laughed at your innocent bambi eyes.
"are you trying to make soonyoung jealous, y/n?" jihoon had asked, inching closer to you.
"why would I try to make him jealous?" you muttered, tracing circles on jihoon's knuckles as you heard his deep chuckle.
"well— aren't you both very close?"
"did soonyoung say something?"
"not exactly."
"then we aren't," you muttered as you leaned towards jihoon, who gently grasped your shoulder as he whispered, "if you want a kiss, I will give it to you— it won't mean anything, but are you sure you aren't making any mistake?" jihoon asked, his eyebrows scrunching up in worry as he steadied you.
you eyes captured soonyoung's again as bile rose up in your throat, you felt happy that you were hitting on jihoon, who was sober than most and was probably wiser than you.
"sorry," you mumbled, "gonna kiss you."
"go ahead doll," jihoon replied as you captured his lips in yours, with the corner of your eye you could see soonyoung flinch. the kiss wasn't much— although you were sure that it was because of how hard your heart raced when you seemingly made an eye contact with soonyoung in middle of the kiss. though you must applaud jihoon for his skills.
"hmm, work done?" jihoon asked as he smirked at you while you hunched back in your seat.
you didn't see soonyoung getting up and walking towards you until he stood right next to you and said, "sorry jihoon-ah, need y/n's help for something."
jihoon waved him off as soonyoung grabbed you by your arm, nearly yanking you off to one of the rooms as he closed the door behind him.
you could see that he was seething under his calm demeanor, you could see that he was furious.
his mouth attached to your throat as you gasped feverishly, was soonyoung jealous?
"trying to get into jihoon's pants now, aren't you slut?" hoshi spat as he pushed you against the wall, one of his hands situated between your head and the wall as you remembered how once you had smacked yourself hard into the wall when you were messily making out with soonyoung, making you both flutter into laughter.
your heart felt warm because after that, soonyoung always took care to not push you as fervently into the wall.
"didn't get my attention for a few days and now you're turning into a whore? that too in front of me?" he raged as his lips trailed small kisses down your face, his hot breath fanning your cold skin. "that too my best friend! aren't you becoming gutsy baby?" he growled as he slammed his lips onto yours while you reciprocated the gesture. his tongue swirled around yours as he explored your mouth, his teeth bit your lip as you hissed in slight pain, making hoshi's other hand which had caged you slide up your dress.
"soonyoung~" stop, stop making me fall for you.
"so the little doll can speak now, can't she?" he whispered against your face as your thighs clenched together— maybe you will address the issue of your heart some other day.
soonyoung passionately kissed you again, his lips nipping on your lower lip as his hands were now buried in your hairs, angling your face to kiss you into frenzy, kissing you farther, deeper.
"you liked it when jihoon called you doll, didn't you? you want me to stop and call jihoon?"
"don't stop..." you mumbled as you broke in front of soonyoung, he was like a drug— insatiable, ethereal— you could never stop loving that face.
"you would have loved it if it was jihoon instead of me, wouldn't you?"
he whispered as he slid his hands underneath your dress, sliding your panties to the side as he pumped in his fingers without any warning, making you gasp as you chanted his name.
there was a slight anger and desperation in his voice as your knees buckled because of instant friction, you leaned onto soonyoung's shoulder as you gasped everytime his fingers performed wonders for you.
"no soonie- no one can fuck me like you."
"yeah, that's why you were flirting with jihoon like a whore."
he was angry, you could see it, you could feel it. as much as soonyoung was open for anything, he despised sharing— something you found odd for the label of no strings attached at all.
you were so near now, so full, and wanting so much more than soonyoung was offering you right now.
your hands trailed under his shirt as you felt his abs, making soonyoung chuckle.
"look at you, so drunk on me when I have just touched you— makes me think, would you touch jihoon like that?"
no. i wouldn't. i can't.
you had fucked other boys when you got yourself into this relationship with soonyoung— he knew that too, so why was he so stuck on jihoon?
soonyoung effortlessly unzipped the back of your dress making your breasts spill out as he latched his mouth on one of your breasts, swirling his tongue, nipping on your skin, sucking your nipple slowly while he efficiently fucked you with his fingers as you whimpered. you were close, so very close.
"soonyoung— i— I am close."
"go on, get off on my fingers, remind yourself just who can get you off in a span of a few minutes, just on whose fingers you depend on."
your cheeks burned with slight shame at his honest words as you chased your high, rolling your hips as much as you can as you came, moaning out his name, chest rippling with regret— you knew you were falling for him more with each passing second.
and it wasn't just because he was hot.
you should address the matters of your heart now, you know you won't be able to speak up again.
"soonyoung stop," you whimpered as you leaned onto his shoulders, your legs giving out because of the sudden and rushed orgasm and because soonyoung wasn't stopping.
"please stop— red."
and that made soonyoung snap back into reality, you never said 'please stop', you never had ever used the word 'red' either.
his anger quickly faded down as he gently held you, concern evident in his eyes as he cursed at himself, his world came crashing down on him. how could he not understand that you didn't want him to do that? how could he even potentially hurt you?
"what happened y/n? shit— are you okay? I'm so sorry— did I go too far?"
you shivered as you hugged soonyoung closer, tears welling in your eyes, you wanted to comfort him— tell him that you didn't mind his actions at all but you couldn't speak, your heart felt heavy, it almost drowned you in your own wallows. hell, you were heartbroken even before confessing.
"y/n, speak up baby—" he whispered in your ears as he gently set you down on the bed, scrambling towards the water bottle which laid in the room, after a while you realised it was soonyoung's room.
plushies of tigers were scattered across the bed, creating an odd feeling of warmth amongst neutrally painted bedroom. his room was surprisingly clean and nice— probably coz he was looking forward to fuck some girl.
he rushed to get you water as you gulped it down, looking up at soonyoung and his concern lidded eyes, you made up your mind.
"soonyoung, we can't do this."
"can't do what? did i hurt you y/n? was i too rough in my approach? did i make you feel—"
"you made me feel good soonyoung," you stopped his rambling.
sighing you looked down at your feet and then at your discarded dress— you were sure you would have laughed at your situation if you weren't the one experiencing it.
"then why—"
"you make me feel too good," you cut him off, sucking a deep breath you continued, "so good that I can't even look at other guys, I don't want to date anyone anymore; hell, I don't find anyone attractive. i went on a few dates—"
"you went on dates?" soonyoung questioned as his brows quirked up, a slight frown visible on his face as he sat on the floor in front of you, his hand caressing your bare thigh as he tried to comfort you. "sorry— please go on."
"i- i went on dates and could never like anyone, i thought it was because you had suddenly become so much more attractive to me but it's not even—"
"you find me attractive?"
"duh. soonyoung, I don't just find you attractive, I find you to be endearing, funny, cute— every single positive adjective. my heart burns when I look at you having fun with other girls, being all giddy when they flirt with you I found you beautiful before you became a gym rat and i—" you halted, his words of no strings attached running in your mind, "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to keep up my side of bargain, it's not no strings attached anymore, I want this to stop before I like you more."
a silence, great, now you have messed up.
"why do you want us to stop?" soonyoung asked as you noticed a newfound glimmer in his eyes, he got up from the floor to sit next to you, snaking his hands around your waist he pulled you closer, his hot breath fanning your face as he said, "why do you want us to stop when I like you a lot too?"
"what do you mean?" you asked, unable to process his words.
"dummy, i had a crush on you for years— that day, shit... that day when I woke up next to you, I panicked, I wanted to experience that again, i was selfish, I wanted you in any way I can and shit that sounds toxic, i—"
"soonyo—"
"hell, I'm sorry, sorry for being a coward, sorry for not opening up sooner."
you kissed him, maybe it was the liquor speaking, or maybe it was because of the state soonyoung had left you in before he confessed, you kissed him. your hands buried in his hair as you pulled him closer.
you were grateful that your feelings were reciprocated.
soonyoung moaned in the kiss as you swivelled your hips up and straddled soonyoung, making him fall on the bed.
soonyoung was being mean by not discarding a single article of his clothing and leaving you naked.
your hands effortlessly unbuttoned the silk cloth as it fell around from his torso, still worn but unbuttoned.
your lips trailed down his sternum as he whimpered slightly at your touch while you left fleeting kisses all over his chest. your teeth grazed his abs as you sucked on his skin, leaving your marks along the trail as you smoothly unbuckled his belt while soonyoung's shivered, panting, yearning for more.
you unzipped his jeans and pulled down his underwear as his cock sprang out of his clothes, you lazily looked up at soonyoung who writhed under your gaze, a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he murmured, "please..."
"please what soonie?"
"please touch me," he whimpered, too hard because of your prior actions.
you grinned as you stroked his dick, peppering kisses as you licked him slightly, making him shiver underneath you. you took him in your mouth, bobbing you head as your tongue swirled around his shaft while he moaned, oh so pretty.
"y/n— ah, just like that. oh lord."
you took him out of your mouth, your lips ghosting his slit as you swirled your tongue against his angry tip, making him close his eyes under pleasure.
a smile stretched on your face as soonyoung whimpered numerous of his whines, you took him in as far as you could, enjoying the way his hair stuck on his face due to sweat, he was a whimpering mess all underneath you. your teeth grazed his dick slightly as he shot forward, holding your hair firm in his grasp as you caressed his hand which held you.
"gonna cum— y/n—"
you finished him with a lick at his head and he busted, all in your mouth and you made sure to take it all.
"shit y/n— why are you so hot?" ho groaned, his hips stuttering under you as you got up.
"slow down baby~" you whispered in his ears as you bit his earlobe making him groan as he pushed you down on the bed. slowly inching his face towards your pussy he kissed your inner thighs, peppering small licks and kissed on your lips before his tongue entered your slit, making you hiss as your back arched, an illicit moan escaping you as his tongue expertly swirled around you, him sucking your skin and his hand rubbing the bundle of your nerves. he was so drunk with your pussy, so buried in pleasuring you, his tongue lapping with your juices, scavaging your insides, he knew you so well in span of just a few months, he knew how your body will react to any lick of his.
"soonie~ ha— lord~"
you could feel his lips stretch into a grin around your lips but he didn't stop, you moaned under him, chanting a string of his name, oh how you needed him so much, was he a drug?
he slowly inserted a finger in you as you gasped, you could feel a tight knot in your stomach, you could feel soonyoung's tongue inside you, his fat finger pumping inside you, his plush lips grazing your sensitive mound and sucking you. you nearly screamed your head off pleasure.
"soonyoung— stop— gonna cum, ah~"
he momentarily removed his lips from your pussy, a small grin breaking out on his face as he chuckled dryly, "cum on my face princess, wanna taste you so bad."
no one knew you better than soonyoung and no one could make you feel this much ever.
you cried out as you came, all over him as he smiled at you fondly. you loved it when he was soft, you loved it when he looked at you with love lidden eyes and you certainly loved it when he was rough with you.
your eyes glimmered with mischief as you whispered, loud enough for soonyoung to hear.
"sorry for kissing jihoon, soonie."
you could see his demeanor shift, you could see the way his pupils dilated as his brown soft eyes glimmered with a new found lust.
before you knew it you were grabbed by your hip and pulled up, a gasp escaping your lips as soonyoung's lips attached with your now sensitive pussy again, he licked you again and again, smothering kisses on the bundle of your nerves as his fingers pumped into you, you were so sensitive, so tired, your voice broken with how much soonyoung was giving to you.
"soonie— ah... too much, oh god."
you had forgotten how to form basic sentences, only a prayer of his name and a whine of him being too much escaped your lips as your eyes rolled back while you chased your high again.
you came embarrassingly fast as soonyoung pushed you down on the bed, turning you over and propping your ass up.
"ha— trying to take hoon's name and making me jealous, slut?"
he coldly said as his hand came in contact with one of your butt cheek, the slap reverberating around the room as you moaned, his hand almost instantly coming to caress your ass, you knew how soft he was with you, he wouldn't want to even accidentally hurt you ever.
"you loved it when he called you doll, didn't you?"
he whispered as he lined his dick against your pussy, teasing your slit as his dick brushed your lips, you were too far gone into the pleasure, you were too sensitive, you were almost sure you couldn't take it.
but soonyoung didn't give you a warning, his cock slid inside you swiftly as your back arched with the feeling of fullness.
a moan escaping your lips as his fat cock brushed your insides.
"should I say it now, hmm? doll?"
your pussy clenched around him as soonyoung groaned, his hand grabbing your ass and his other hand situating on your hip as he emptied out only to ram into you with full force.
"liked it when I called you doll, didn't you baby?"
"ah yes— soonie~ oh god."
"my pretty slut loves it when her boyfriend is fucking some sense into her, doesn't she?"
tears welled up in your eyes as you could feel his cock into your abdomen, you mind going hazy with the amount of force soonyoung put in with every bit of his thrust.
"yes! oh god yes!"
"my little slut loves it when i empty out my thick fat cock inside her, doesn't she? or does she want someone else's cock?"
"no soonie~" you whimpered, your mouth agape as you tried your best to answer him, "uhm- ah- oh only you, it's only you!"
"only me?"
"your soonie- only yours, yours, yours, yours!" you whimpered, your body too weak because of consistent orgasms, you started faltering when soonyoung's hand came around your waist as he helped you prop up, you now laid against his chest as his dick hit you in all the spots you couldn't even have imagined.
"your soonie~ oh god~ yours."
"hmm? is my baby feeling hazy?"
"soonie—" even you could understand you were too gone out of your mind as your fourth orgasm of the day approach you, you were too fucked out, you could almost see stars.
soonyoung's hand circled around your abdomen while he felt his dick so deep inside you, he groaned with the image now fully plastered in his mind as he whispered, "fucked you dumb baby, you want me to fuck you like this everyday? show you who you belong to?"
his lips bit numerous hickeys on your neck and collarbone as you tried to speak but you couldn't, your words now a mess of different incoherent letters as soonyoung chuckled at your state.
"you're doing good baby," he whispered in your ears as you tried your best to match your hips with his rhythm, but you were so tired.
"good job, princess~ now, let go baby, cum with me," he whispered so sweetly in your ears as you let go of all the pent up stress in your body, you even squirted while, coming together with him as you shivered, your body limp as you laid down right on soonyoung's bed. your body twitching with overstimulation as you could feel soonyoung pull you closer as he swept your hairs behind your ears and lightly kissed the side of your forehead.
"be mine?" he asked, his fierce eyes now as soft as a hamster's, you gave into his touch as you whispered, "always yours."
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" you are my home "
pairing : kwon soonyoung x gn!reader
"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"
warnings : none
word count : 0.5 k
a/n : probably my favorite from this series (:
Don't get it twisted, you really do love having Soonyoung around so much. You love waking up to him every morning. Love seeing his toothbrush on your counter. Love spending your nights curled up with him on the couch watching comedies.
Nothing makes you happier than Soonyoung. But you're a little worried if he's happy.
Ever since you gifted him a key to your apartment for your second anniversary, he'd been living with you day in and day out. Filling your empty draws with his clothes and making his presence a permanent part of your life. He really only leaves for practices, schedules, and meetings with his members.
If someone from the outside were to describe your situation, they'd probably assume he'd officially moved in. Which again, you're overjoyed about. But your apartment is quite some distance from his parents and you've noticed he's been Facetimeing them more and more. You know he's close with them, so it confuses you how he hasn't gotten homesick yet.
Your worries boil over as you're cuddled up on the couch one night. "Soonyoung, can I ask you something?"
His eyes pop open and he stares up at you with an innocent expression. His head still rests in your lap, your fingers never ceasing their ministrations in his hair. He nods, "Is everything okay? You look upset."
"Everything's fine, I was actually wondering if everything is okay with you?"
He blinks up at you, not quite understanding the implication. "What do you mean?"
You chew at your lip. "We'll, it's just . . . I've noticed you've been calling your parents a lot as well as your members and I just want to you know I don't expect you to be here all the time."
"Do you not want me here?"
"No, no! It's not that at all, I love having you here! I just don't want you to be unhappy because you're with me instead of home. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go back every now and then. Ya know?"
At that, Soonyoung sits up and faces you. A look of genuine confusion plaguing his features. "You are my home, why would I be unhappy here?"
You're a little taken aback by his answer, and it takes a moment for your heart to stop fluttering long enough to follow up. "Oh, I guess I just assumed you missed living in the dorms and being closer to your family."
He thinks for a moment. "I do. But I'd miss you too if I lived in the dorms still and then I'd really be unhappy. So it wouldn't really solve anything anyways if I left." It's so simple, the way he explains it. Yet so Soonyoung.
"Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense." Your cheeks hurt from how wide you're smiling. You never thought it'd be possible to love someone this much.
"And just to be clear, you do want me here, right?"
The look on his face makes you giggle. "Yes, Soonyoung, I absolutely want you here."
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seventeen!BSSline × reader (separately)
summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing this tradition, here's how I think Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Hoshi would confess their love.
comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡
part1 ; high school romance ; fluff!! ; 3k wc; @kflixnet
the biggest thank you goes again to my fav girl and proofreader ( @sobun1est ‼️) and to the sweetest anon who requested this<3
BOO SEUNGKWAN [ 부승관 ]
None could ever understand how much you feared that guy. Boo Seungkwan. That boy with hazel eyes and dyed platinum-blond hair, walking around proudly and always with a smile on his face, was the most dangerous threat to you.
He excelled in all subjects, and was always ready to answer questions - often saving the distracted part of the class - always punctual and attending class...
You had begun to bond with him after you were assigned as a partner in a project. Before that moment you had never been interested in that boy who seemed only to adore attention and seek approval; but since that biology project, you've become fond of him and begun to know him for who he truly was.
He turned out to be a hardworking boy who secretly cared deeply for his close friends. He was caring, intelligent, and constantly prepared with practical solutions. You noticed how Seungkwan hid his deep insecurity by boasting about himself, yet at the slightest compliment, he would turn away to hide his shy smile.
At the same time, he was able to express his affection through gestures, and often he surprised you with how much he remembered about you. Things you might have mentioned only once were indelibly marked in his heart.
Since you two became friends, he smiled at you more and regularly invited you to participate in class discussions, encouraging you to raise your hand when he was sure you knew the answer.
You had become more interested in classes as a result of his reassurance, and you would always gaze at the person who had encouraged you to raise your hand, still with a bit of anxiety. But he would gaze at you proudly, nodding and lowering his hand to allow you to speak.
Still, you feared that gaze from him because of his power over you. He had been like a burst of self-confidence that had unexpectedly disturbed your life. Time passed, and you decided, for your own and your friendship's sake, to ignore all of the strange emotions that were beginning to bloom…
At school, he was not really well-liked because everyone stopped at his arrogant appearance and few tried to get to know him. Few others observed his intriguing personality; and you were the only one there as much as he sighed with glazed eyes, wondering why he was getting the disliked stares in school. All you could do was sit with him and reassure him with gentle words, that entirely melted the character he had worked so hard to perfect in the sight of others. This friendship quickly developed into a different feeling.
And after a beautiful love confession, you two started dating.
Everyone still viewed you as two close friends... but only you two and a few careful observers noticed your joined hands, brief kisses, and sweet glances which had shown themselves throughout time.
As you became more active in class, many of your classmates showed interest in you. Many people wanted to be your friend, and many boys admired your brilliance and beauty while unintentionally ignoring the horrible stares directed at them by your boyfriend. It had never occurred to you to think about other people's love confessions for you; but on the other hand, your lover had finally revealed his jealousy, which he kept to a minimum so as not to burden you.
On February 14th, it was decided that he would tell the world about the two of you - if you were okay with it. Because you were cool with it - for you, being with an amazing person like him was more than enough - he decided to confess in the final days of the year.
Most romantically, he knew by giving you the first button on his uniform. You had no idea this was part of his plan, so you went to school silently on a hot summer Friday. You entered the classroom and sat at your desk while waiting for your boyfriend to come and your class to start. Like a ray of sunshine, he entered and immediately turned to you, smiling.
He walked up to your desk and after a very quick touch, he at in his seat behind you. You turned to talk to him, but the teacher entered the classroom and interrupted you at the start of class. While the time for you seemed endless, your partner at the back desk was starting to break out in a cold sweat, wondering if his choice to confess to you in front of everyone was a good idea. The next hour, your class had planned a class reunion to say final goodbyes before leaving school. When the teacher walked away, you turned to your boyfriend. Only to find him standing there, his hand clenched in a fist, reaching out to you.
"With that, I promise my love and devotion to you, Yn, thank you for this year together, thank you for letting me be your boyfriend, thank you for taking care of me and letting me take care of you, thank you for letting me know you and for getting to know me, thank-" but before he could finish, you interrupted him with a quick kiss. Your hand had been linked with his, and the button was handed to you. You smiled as you hugged the boy, whose sparkling eyes were now lined with tears due to the anxiety.
The class burst into applause, divided between those who celebrated love, those who saw confirmation of their theories about your relationship, and those who shivered at having lost all chance of high school love on that beautiful last day of school.
LEE SEOKMIN [ 이석민 ]
Lee Seokmin, the theater kid. You and Seokmin loved being actors during the high school years. In the first year, you chose the drama class and from there continued to pursue your passion. It was what brought you closer together, and you had learned to always set aside time in the afternoons to read over the scripts for the show you needed to prepare. Sometimes you two would go over the parts in the park, sometimes at each other's houses, and sometimes even hang out in some corner of a random bar where you would silently act out their assigned parts. You soon become a duo, two friends forever connected by their passion for acting.
Indeed you and Seokmin had both shown skills in acting!
You had at first entered into a friendship competition, but as you grew more mature, you abandoned this useless impression and began to be friends.
Everyone thought you were an inseparable duo now. Teachers were always putting you in roles that showed your collaboration and energy. Your roles varied extensively; most of the time, you were the lead friends or a minor duo.
All this stayed the same until the final play of last year.
This play was based on a text written entirely by your drama teacher. She had admitted that it was an unpublished piece she had written during her high school years, and had never dared to put it on stage. It was based on her personal experience, and in particular on her love story (with the drama teacher!) during her high school years.
As a goodbye to your class and a homage to her past years, she proposed a staged performance of that romantic comedy.
At the revelation of what it was, all of you burst into exultant applause that was soon replaced by silence and some laughter as she began to choose the roles.
Dk was proposed to be the male lead, everyone cheered, and he happily agreed. You expected to have the best friend role, as it had always been. But the silence fell, and your cheeks-along with Seokmin's blushed when it was announced that you would be the female lead.
You smiled and nodded awkwardly as you looked at your dear friend.
So this is how you found yourself, lying on the grass in a park, rehearsing the script with your friend. The show was just a few days away, and you always got to the last scene where he removed the button from his uniform and handed it to you to declare his love. Right after that, there was a simple hug, but, during rehearsal, in that hug, you both lost yourselves a little more than expected - that's why you found yourself repeating that specific scene almost a hundred times.
He would pretend to undo the button on his shirt, and when he handed it to you, there would be silence, and you would approach timidly for a hug. There had never been any awkwardness about physical contact in your friendship, so why was it so difficult to hug your friend without your heart racing and hyperventilating?
Rehearsals soon ended, and you found yourselves on the last day of school ready to perform the entire play. The final scene aside, you had gotten along very well in your assigned roles. You had found that you were very similar to the characters you were to play and very comfortable in your acting. The performance began for the best. A few breathing exercises but soon you were leaving confident and ready. About an hour passed so smoothly, and the time came for the final scene.
When you were alone on stage, the lights were focused only on you, and the room filled with people fell silent.
Dk looked into your eyes and moved slowly towards your face. A knot formed in your throat, and for a brief time, you believed you saw genuine sparkles of love in his eyes. He looked perfect as he removed the first button of his uniform and handed it to you. Without saying anything, you took that button and linked your hands.
He approached and gently pulled you into his arms. You wished that hug could last forever, and hoped to melt with him forever in that moment.
Without you having any more control of your mouth, and without anyone hearing you whisper to him: "Dk, I think I love you." But before he could answer or even acknowledge it, an outburst of applause brought you back to reality.
Yet before you had any regrets, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you.
Everyone in the theater class was taken aback; the kiss was not in the script…Was he still acting or actually confessing!?
After only a few seconds, everyone realized he had done what your drama teacher regretted not doing at the time. Your heart began to race, and the audience continued to cheer for the success of your performance. After a few moments, you separated, but you could both focus just on the sensation of the kiss. You blinked many times to ensure that you were not dreaming. And no, you were not dreaming.
You had the most stunning smile you'd ever seen in front of you, and it could warm your heart even in the coldest conditions. And that cheerful and loving smile was dedicated exclusively to you, the one who had always managed to make it possible.
KWON SOONYOUNG [ 권순영 ]
Kwon Soonyoung was the most chaotic and unintentionally funny boy in your class.
He was constantly the center of attention for teachers and pupils due to his too-loud comments, daily naps, and constant delay. He never seemed worried about the tests, so you could only overcome your worry and finish the test with a lot of effort. He did not excel in all subjects, but his calm and cheerful temperament was enough to attract your attention.
You admired him as he laughed heartily about who knows what with his friends. He wasn't rude, and everyone at school loved him. And despite his popularity, he had never become arrogant; Hoshi was still the same funny boy. You had known him for years, since you were neighbors, and you were very close as children; then fate would have it that as you grew up you grew apart a bit and ended up just being friends in the same class in senior year.
Sometimes he would come to talk to you; and occasionally, you would go home together, but he would frequently stay out to hang out with his groups while you were out with some of your friends.
After a hectic week filled with tests, and school projects, you both found yourself rushing to catch the bus to school. Both of you were exhausted for different reasons, and you two found yourself watching the bus pass by, breathless and still tired from the previous days.
You hadn't talked to each other all week because you were both so busy with your duties, and on that Friday, you looked at each other defeated, but you didn't say anything. You two just started to laugh.
Nobody knows why you laughed at your misfortunes, but you both did so passionately after looking into each other's eyes.
"Yn...what if we skipped school?" He suddenly proposed.
You were not unfamiliar with him at times skipping school, but he had never offered it to you.
Just now his eyes sparkled with the excitement that he might convince you, as you hadn't yet declined the offer.
"We can go to the beach, and I will buy you breakfast!"
And, let's be honest, it wasn't that that changed your mind... it was his lovely puppy eyes that would have convinced anyone.
You nodded, and he quickly directed you to a bus that would take you to a beach you used to visit as children.
The simple fact that he remembered that beach you loved so much made your heart melt.
You went to pick up tickets at the station's ticket booth.
Your heart was racing from the anxiety of what you were doing, and a smile gradually appeared on your face because you would be doing it alone with Hoshi. A thousand tremors silently flooded your body at that instant, but the decision had already been made, and you had to stick to it. Trying not to let your fear overwhelm you, you chose to concentrate on Hoshi as he checked the bus timetable. You only noticed then that he wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather a white tank top with a baggy blue shirt over it and long black slacks; he probably hadn't planned to attend school that day.
You also observed his slightly tired eyes, emphasized black circles, slightly cracked lips, and tiring face. He rapidly moved his finger to check the timetable, keeping his eyes half-closed so he could read the fine print.
Your bus would have passed by in two minutes, leaving you waiting for him on the bench at the bus stop. You wanted to ask him how he was doing, as you were concerned about his appearance. But you observed his blank expression and slight smile, so you decided to find a way to cheer him up.
Soon, you were able to start the conversation, and as you did, his eyes brightened and his smile returned, along with a flush on his cheeks. The bus soon arrived, and you got quietly, excited about the experience. Naturally, you sat close to one other, and he handed you the earphones through which you shared music during the entire trip.
You were willing to speak with him, but before you knew it, he was fast asleep; and since you let his head rest on your shoulder, he was eternally grateful for those thirty minutes of sleep.
You quickly found yourself at the beach bar, watching the waves crash on the beach and the sun gleaming in the sky mirrored in the sea. Meanwhile, Hoshi, holding your breakfast, stood mesmerized, staring at you.
He smiled and looked at you as if he were a painter admiring his muse.
Time went between nostalgic conversations and strolls along the waterfront.
And the more you talked, the more Hoshi accepted his feelings, which he had before resisted to the point of tears.
Hoshi loved you.
He'd had this sensation for a while now, and as you watched him, he couldn't help but do the same. He would watch you laugh with others, and constantly talk about you to everyone. He would talk about your past friendship, how much he wanted to be close to you again, and how amazing you were both inside and out.
Hoshi admired your beauty, kindness, and intelligence. He admired you from a distance and gave you quiet glances when he couldn't speak with you. He kept an eye on you from a distance and made sure you were safe.
He made sure you were never alone, and that even when you were exhausted, you didn't let school get to you.
He liked you from afar.
But he didn't realize he was in love (his friends (especially seungkwan) had been telling him every day for at least two months) until he heard you mention your “future partner”.
You were sitting on the coast, gazing fixedly at the horizon and chatting about your future. And he had at last understood that he was the one he wanted to hear about in that way from you.
He wanted to be the one to be looked at by your beautiful eyes like that.
Hoshi was lost in thought. All he wanted to do was let you that he liked you. But why? How? When?
At that moment the impulse took over and...he randomly tore off the button of the shirt he was wearing. It was unexpected; in the meantime, he only managed to say your name, so you looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Here," he said, handing you some buttons taken from his shirt. (He intended to remove only one button, but ended up removing at least three.)
You gazed at him, confused as ever, as you took the three buttons he handed you.
"Let me be the one to stand by your side - he said, staring at you genuinely with his dark brown eyes …pretty, please? "
Words were not enough to express how confused you were. You smiled and water reflected in your eyes, whilst his were lit by the sun. At that moment, no artwork could have captured the intensity of your emotions.
You instinctively nodded, and the whole boy's body relaxed; his gaze softened, and he nearly fainted when you gave him a short kiss on the cheek in answer to his buttons.
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Recipe for disaster
genre: fluff, established relationship
pairing: Soonyoung x reader
summary: You should've known better than to leave Soonyoung alone in the kitchen to make some pancakes. After all, everyone knows that Soonyoung + kitchen makes a recipe for disaster
warnings: a little bit of a cooking fire
note: This fic has genuinely made me laugh so much, and I hope it'll make you laugh too. Enjoy reading <33
Soonyoung is good at many things, but cooking is definitely not on that list.
In fact, you've learned (the hard way) that if you leave him alone in a kitchen, there's a 50 percent chance something will end up on fire (most of the time it's food, but you swear one day it's going to be your house).
So, when you woke to the sound of clattering coming from the kitchen paired with the empty space next to you on the bed, it was easy to put two and two together.
Hurriedly shuffling out of bed, you make your way to the kitchen where you're met with the sight of a singing Soonyoung clad in your tiger-print apron that he gifted you for Christmas, as he gets out a big bowl from the cabinet.
"Love, what are you doing?" you ask with a tense smile, interrupting your boyfriends' cooking and singing session.
"I'm cooking breakfast for you! Pancakes!" Soonyoung exclaims with a smile. "Surprise!"
You feel your heart melt when you hear Soonyoung's loving intentions, but that fondness quickly turns into fear when you see him beginning to measure the ingredients.
Or to be honest, It shouldn't even count as measuring, it was more like eyeballing.
Eyeballing, but he wasn't really using his eyes.
You watch in horror as he attempts to pour a little bit of salt from the bag into the bowl, but ends up tilting the salt bag a bit too much, causing a huge amount of salt to end up being poured instead.
"Oops." Soonyoung says with a sheepish smile. "It's okay though, I'll just add more of the other ingredients so it'll cancel the salt out." Soonyoung says with a confident smile, assuring you everything is fine.
"You can just take out some of the salt-" you begin to suggest before becoming speechless at the sight of Soonyoung pouring half a bag of flour into the bowl, then squinting and pouring a bit more for good measure.
"Soonyoun-"
"Wait this breakfast needs to be a surprise," Soonyoung interrupts you at the realization as he starts to gently push you out of the kitchen.
"I think I could help you out a little-" you start to protest.
But your boyfriend quickly pushes you back into your room and assures you everything will be alright. "Rest a little more, I'll tell you when things are ready." He says while tucking you back into your bed. "And don't worry, I got this all under control. Nothing will go wrong."
It only took 15 minutes for things to go wrong.
"AHHHH—FIRE!!!"
You jolt up from the bed the second you hear Soonyoung's hysterical scream from the kitchen.
"THERES A FIRE! HOW DO YOU MAKE IT GO AWAY."
Quickly jumping to your feet, you hurriedly make your way to the kitchen. When you reach the kitchen you're met with the sight of a panicked Soonyoung as he frantically tries to fan out the smoke that's coming from the stovetop.
"I was going to the bathroom but then I forgot the stove was still on so I—AHH" Soonyoung begins to explain before yelping at the sight of another bright orange flame appearing.
"No, don't fan the flames you're making it worse," you say with a groan as you quickly run to the sink to wet a cloth and throw it over the flames.
As you and Soonyoung watch the flames slowly subside, you both let out a sigh of relief. Coughing because of all the smoke, you slowly stand up and begin to clean up the mess.
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to make you a nice breakfast and now it's all ruined—" Soonyoung says, the disappointment evident on his face.
"It's okay, you tried your best. Let me help you cook next time though," you say with a reassuring smile as you give Soonyoung a small pat on the shoulder. "How about we order some carry out for breakfast instead?"
"Okay! Let me get my phone," Soonyoung says with an excited smile as he gives you a small peck on your smoke-covered cheeks and runs to his room in search of his phone.
You let out a small laugh before shaking your head. Needless to say, you wouldn't be letting Soonyoung anywhere close to the kitchen anytime soon.
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are your requests still open? if they are then can you write a, hoshi x f!/gn reader where hoshi falls for a quiet but well-known (not popular) STEM student of his school and tries to approach her but is always unable to until he gets so mad and desperate that he literally walks up to her in a hallway?
(did this request stem from reading your gut-wrenching angst about soonyoung the other day? yes.)
PAIRING || Soonyoung x Female Reader
GENRES || Angst, Fluff
WARNINGS || seungkwan uses shit once
WORD COUNT || 1.9k
A/N || congratulations anon, you've finally done something i've been to dying to attempt: write a god damned fic thats more than 1.5 but less than 10k TT thank you so much for requesting this! and asdfghjkl poor yn did deserve a proper ending in that fic. requests are open !!!
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[02:10]
he watched you through the corner of his eyes, his lips quirking up involuntarily into a small smile when he saw you giggling at the book you were reading.
“did you even hear what i was saying?”
soonyoung flinched at the sudden voice intruding his blissful thoughts of you, glaring slightly at the two boys standing opposite to him, one looking mildly amused while the other looked thoroughly annoyed.
“what?” he asked seungkwan, causing the latter to roll his eyes.
“seriously, if you like her so much, why don’t you just tell her that?” seokmin asked to which soonyoung shook his head. “i would tell her but there’s no way she would like me back. i mean, she’s such a perfect student! all straight a’s and perfect attendance and behaviour and what not. and i’m…the complete opposite.”
“excuse me?” seungkwan said. “how are you the complete opposite? okay, maybe you don’t get straight a’s but its not like you bunk class, talk back to professors or act like a complete delinquent or something. and who knows, she might like you back.”
soonyoung looked at him dryly. “might?”
“well, i’m pretty sure she would have noticed your fifteen failed attempts to talk to her-”
“oh god, please don’t bring that up.” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.
talking to you shouldn’t have been that hard. it wasn’t like you were a very popular student and had a huge crowd around you (well, you were still very well known and always had people asking for your help in something or the other but that shouldn’t have stopped him from trying to flirt with you) but the number of times he had tried to approach and had failed was really, really embarrassing. how ill fated was he that right at that moment something would pop up and you would leave or someone else would call you away?
and just how big his crush was on you that he was this desperate even after so many attempts? soonyoung had always considered himself as a fickle person, if he couldn’t get to know the person he liked within a few attempts, he would just forget about it and move on in life.
but you, you had caused him to be stuck in the exact same place for months like glue. what had started as an ordinary admiration had quickly turned into infatuation and before he knew it, he was heads over heels with you.
soonyoung loved everything about you. he adored your mannerism, your dedication and hard work and especially how you always managed to take control of any situation thrown at you. and also, he loved, loved your cute smile and the sound of your laughter.
“hey, y/n’s free now.” seokmin commented. “why don’t you go and talk to her now?”
soonyoung looked up and turned to you, his heart skipping a beat when you too happened to look in his direction right at that time. you smiled at him softly and waved, and all he could was chuckle back nervously trying not to look like he was going to melt then and there.
“you’re right!” he said, looking back at his friends in happiness. but all of a sudden that happiness was filled with nervousness, when he realised he was finally getting to talk to you. “wha-what do i say to her though?”
“just say you want to talk to her, you dumbass.” seungkwan said, slightly slapping his arm. “say you want to talk to her, take her to the ground, and then say you really, really like her.”
“and if she says no?”
“then say you respect her choices and will always be waiting for her. and that you’ll try your level best to also show her why she should come to you.” seokmin said.
“what the hell? are they getting married or something? why are you so romantic for no reason?” seungkwan asked, looking at seokmin dryly.
“and why are you so anti-romantic?” seokmin countered back, but soonyoung had already drowned out his friends’ banter, turning back to look at you.
you had gone back to reading your book and he braced himself for the worst.
it's now or never, soonyoung.
taking in a deep breath, he got up and began walking towards your desk. but just as he was about to tell you ‘hi’, you got up and swung your bag across your shoulder, picking up your books. soonyoung froze and unfortunately the two of your eyes met again, your eyes widening when you realised that he was about to talk to you.
“oh hey. uh, sorry i need to run to the staff room. mr. park said he needs me.” you said, flashing him a quick smile before running out of the classroom.
all soonyoung could do was stare at your disappearing figure, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
wow. just wow.
he turned back to look at his two friends, who too flinched and looked equal crestfallen.
“it’s okay.” seungkwan muttered, patting his back as he made his way back to his seat. “maybe, uh, maybe next time-”
“yeah, sure.” he snapped, flopping down on his seat gloomily.
next time.
the next time soonyoung got a chance to talk to you was when his professor decided to hold a joint class in the lecture hall. as he and his friends entered the lecture hall, his eyes fell on you (you just happened to catch his eyes always even if it was in a crowded place; soonyoung swore that it was because of goddamn beautiful face) sitting in the second row all alone.
and even before he could turn back and signal his friends that he was going to sit there, he found himself darting to the second row, ready to grab the seat next to you.
but his legs came to a screeching halt when your friend sat herself down on that very seat, foiling soonyoung’s plan in every single way.
what do i do? should i sit behind her? or should i-
“what are you doing soonyoung? come and sit in the front row. you too, seokmin and seungkwan. didn’t you three tell me you’re finding microelectronic circuits hard?” the professor barked from the stage. soonyoung felt his cheeks flame up, clutching his book hard as he prayed you wouldn’t think he was stupid (well, he was but that was a different matter).
begrudgingly, he made his way to the front and sat down, seokmin and seungkwan on either side of him.
“shit that was a great attempt.” seungkwan muttered, opening his books.
“thanks.” he replied dryly.
“talk to her after class.” seokmin whispered back. “i saw her look at you in-”
“pity?”
“i was going to say she looked at you with regret, but okay.”
“that is pity.”
“no, that is the regret of not getting to sit next to you.”
“thanks, seok.” he muttered, rolling his eyes. he loved the amount seokmin hyped him always but sometimes it got out of hand like now. he could finally understand why seungkwan got tired of him.
it was like the entire universe was against him because time seemed to take forever to pass. seconds felt like they had been stretched to hours and soonyoung could feel himself getting more and more impatient with each passing second.
finally, after what felt like a million years, the professor concluded the session. trying not to look like he was in an immense hurry, soonyoung got up and stretched a little, packing his belongings in a hurry, pausing in between each time when he remembered that he had to slow down a little.
“dude, what are you doing?” seungkwan hissed all of a sudden, smacking him lightly. soonyoung looked at him in confusion before looking up to your now empty seat. wait what- “she already left!”
true to his friend’s words, you were already walking out of the door, arm in arm with your friend. panic seized him as he hurriedly stuffed the rest of his things into his bags, before following you out into the hallway.
the hallways seemed even more crowded than usual and soonyoung had to literally push his way to finally get to you.
he found you standing a few feet away from him but even then, you were talking to someone, that someone in this case being the campus heartthrob choi seungcheol and he felt a prickle of annoyance creep in.
you were laughing at a joke he had probably just made before handing him over a notebook, being the helpful angelic person you were.
now soonyoung was really annoyed.
hell, he had worked so hard on his grades hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in front of you and that maybe one day you would notice him, and here was seungcheol, just flashing his killer dimpled smile and easily asking you for notes.
maybe it was his jealousy, or maybe it was the fact that he was tired of being unable to talk to you, but he found himself marching up to you, clearing his throat when he came and stood beside the two of you.
you looked at him in mild confusion before smiling softly at him. “hi, soonyoung! could you just give me a minute-”
“no!” it came out louder than he had expected it to be and he immediately regretted his actions when he saw you flinch lightly.
“hey dude, how about you calm down-” seungcheol began pushing him back slightly but that seemed to set his gears in motion.
“i like you!”
soonyoung felt the entire hallway freeze as your eyes widened (probably in horror) and he felt his entire face heat up in embarrassment. oh god, oh god, what had he just done?
“ignore- ignore me.” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he balled his fists, turning around swiftly to walk away.
great. now he had ruined every single chance he had with you.
soonyoung began walking away quickly, wanting nothing more but to melt into his friends’ arms but then he felt someone catch him by his wrist.
“wait, soonyoung-” he turned back to see who it was, and to his surprise he found that you were the one who was holding his wrist. but you quickly dropped his hand when the two of your eyes met, looking down at the floor. “i, uh, i didn’t get to answer you.”
“huh?” was he hearing things correctly?
“your- your confession.” you muttered, before looking up to meet his eyes. he felt his heartbeat quicken at the new determined look on your face. “you said you liked me.”
hearing the words come out of your lips caused his stomach flip, and he averted his eyes away as he slowly nodded. “yeah,” he muttered. “yeah, i like you a lot. but i’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore-”
“i like you too.” you whispered, and he looked back at you in surprise. you gave him a shy smile (that nearly turned his knees to jelly), before repeating your statement. “i like you too soonyoung. a lot.”
“oh.” was all he could say, before snapping back to his senses. “oh. i, uh, i- oh. i-i- like you too. oh god, i’m so sorry. i’m- i’m just so-”
to his delight, you just laughed lightly, before smiling at him fondly. soonyoung too smiled back, feeling like the happiest person in this world.
“that was terrible, wasn’t it?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. oh my god. i’ve done it. i’ve confessed to her and she likes me back too!
you nodded, glaring at him mockingly. god, you were so adorable. “it was terrible. you’ve got to make up for it.”
this time, he laughed. “how does a canteen date sound like?”
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[get a taste] “What is that?” Soonyoung mumbles against your lips. He leans back slightly so he can look at your face, but not far enough to let go. “New lipbalm?”
You smile. “How did you know?”
Returning your smile with a dazzling one of his own, Soonyoung leans in for another quick peck. “I just do. You taste different.”
“Think you can guess the flavour?”
“I can try.” Soonyoung curls his lips into an exaggerated pout, almost touching them to his nose. He sniffs loudly, and you laugh. “Hmmmm... raspberry?”
“Nope.”
Even though he guessed incorrectly, Soonyoung smiles, and there’s this mischievous glint in his eyes. He kisses you again. “Peach?”
“Not peach.”
Another kiss.
“Coconut?”
“Getting colder.”
That doesn’t bother him. He kisses you again, this time for even longer to really get a taste, and it’s only your mingled laughter that ends the kiss.
“Hmm...” He smacks his lips. “Papaya.”
You tilt your head. “Are you just guessing wrong so you can kiss me more?”
Soonyoung’s hands travel up to your cheeks, cradling your face between them. “Of course not, my love. I have some integrity, you know?”
He leans in once more and moulds his lips to yours, then retreats and closes his eyes in thought.
“I’ve got it,” he says, opening his eyes with a smile. “Avocado.”
You snort and smack him on the shoulder. “It’s strawberry, you dork!”
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svt - long distance relationships
pairing: svt x gn!reader
prompt: different scenarios/reactions dedicated to svt being in a ldr with u :)
warnings: fluff n some slight angst on account of being apart from one another. usage of terms of endearment (baby/baby/honey). food mentions. kind-of implied smut in vernon’s part if that’s how you choose to interpret it (if nothing else it’s just two idiots in love making out). intentional lowercase + no proofreading.
daisy’s notes: it took me 300 years to write again.......
choi seungcheol
seungcheol was... the whiniest person in the world when it came to the fact that you two were far apart. this wasn’t true all the time--he was still a mature adult who recognized that you couldn’t just up and leave your job and neither could he--as his friends had no idea just how pouty he could be (except for jeonghan, who lived with the guy and overheard plenty of mealtimes where he was talking about buying you a plane ticket himself). but on the nights when it was the worst for him? it was the absolute worst. he’d explained the feeling to you as being “skin hungry” for you to come visit him again and just hold him for a few minutes. maybe even a kiss would give him the strength to wait for when life started working out and one of you could move.
he’d been walking around his apartment when he called you that day, headphones in and listening to you talk about your day while making dinner before he let out the longest sigh.
“everything okay?”
“i want you.”
you looked back at your phone to see seungcheol was straight up pouting again. “well, you’re talking to me--”
“i want you here.” you could see him flop down onto his couch. “i want to hold you.”
“one of those days?”
he frowned at that. “don’t you get them?”
“all the time,” you admitted. you just didn’t go into theatrics over them as much as your pouty boyfriend did--partially because you knew he’d tease you a little over it before legitimately looking up ticket prices. “we’re working on it, honey. you know that.”
another sigh. “i do. i just want to kiss you again.” you looked over to see him just watching his screen, entranced by you while you cooked. he told you once he liked watching you cook: it made him feel a little closer to you in the domestic sense. “if you come visit me, i’m not letting you leave.”
ah. he was pulling out the fake threats again. the last time he said that, he cried on you the night before you had to leave and almost wouldn’t let you go at the airport before making you promise to call him as soon as you were home. “oh?”
“hurry up and come see me again,” he said. “or i’ll die. do you want me to die? i’ll die if you don’t come see me soon.”
you fought back the urge to laugh. “i’ll try, cheollie.“
(and maybe you’d start looking up tickets after you finished your call with him that night, texting jeonghan to ensure that your arrival would be a surprise when it came.)
yoon jeonghan
jeonghan texted you more than your own family and friends did. almost every morning you woke up to a text asking if you’d eaten yet, reminding you to drink water, saying that he hoped you slept well. of course, the time difference meant that he was sending these to you later in his day--but it was sweet to know that he was always watching the clock and trying to ensure that you were being taken care of. sometimes his texts would be accompanied by selfies he’d taken, whether they were when he was alone or out with his friends, just so you wouldn’t ‘forget his handsome face’ (you told him that there was no way you would, but jeonghan was one to tease).
these texts became more and more common whenever you had plans to visit one another--typically you visiting him purely because it was easier for you to travel than him. which is where you were now: listening to him talk about all the things he wanted to do with you and the places he wanted to go.
“there’s this new cafe that opened a few months ago,” he said, lying on his stomach as he talked to you over video call. “joshua and i went--you’ll like the cheesecake there.”
you continued folding your laundry, nodding along. you’d set your laptop up nearby so you could watch the cute, enamored look on his face. “really?”
“mhm.” he stifled a yawn. “i’m just ready for you to be here. joshua’s excited too. i think he’s tired of hearing me talk about you.”
“i’m sure he’ll be ready for me to leave once i get there,” you teased.
“my friends love you,” he said. “not as much as i do. but they love you.”
you set another shirt into your suitcase. you’d be leaving for your flight in a few hours. “hannie,” you said, looking up. “you can go to sleep.”
“i’m fine--”
“baby. you’re about to pass out.”
he stifled back another yawn, purposefully leaning out of frame. “i’ll sleep when you leave.”
you pouted at the sight of him giving you that stupidly charming smile, “hannie. i love you. please go sleep.”
he sighed before smiling at you. “okay,” he said, shifting and moving the camera so you could still see him. “i love you. i’ll rest extra well for you.”
joshua hong
“i’ve been working on a new song,” joshua said, tuning his guitar. “do you want to hear it?”
you knew that joshua knew the answer would always be a resounding ‘yes’ to that question. music was how the two of you bonded, and it was always fun to hear what he was working on between work and life. he already had takeout ready and waiting while you were waiting for your delivery to get there (apparently the traffic had been bad), so your boyfriend was keeping you entertained while you wait.
(you’d told him that he could go ahead, but he insisted on waiting for you--he liked your mealtime calls because sometimes it felt like you were a little closer to him than you were.)
he strummed the guitar, and you could already see his lips twitch into a smile. “sunday morning, rain is falling--”
he’d always start with that just to hear your laugh, so full of love, before you complained. “you aren’t funny, you know.”
“that’s why you laugh,” he said. he plucked at the strings before reaching out, flattening out the music he’d written. “it’s still a work in progress.”
“i know, joshy,” you smiled. “i wanna hear.”
he began to play, and you just smiled as you listened to him begin to sing. he’d written a love song, and you could only watch the way he lost himself in his music before fumbling with a chord before he stopped.
“i’m still working on it,” he reiterated. “i was thinking about showing it to some of the guys.”
you rested your head in your hands. “i like it. it’s pretty.”
“good,” he said. “it’s about you.”
you mocked surprise. “nooo--the love song my boyfriend wrote about distance meaning nothing is about me?”
he laughed softly, so warm and equally full of love as your own laugh. “i think jun will like it,” he said. “i showed him the last love song i wrote you and he liked it.”
you felt your face grow warmer, about to say something when there was a knock at your door. “food’s here!” you hopped up, calling back to give you a second.
you liked having at least one weekly mealtime between the two of you, if not more. it was another way of showing intimacy while you two were away from each other. not every mealtime call was the two of you (sometimes he had friends who would join in when you insisted to your slightly-possessive boyfriend that it was fine, that the two of you could continue to call by yourselves afterward), but it was always nice to have your boyfriend all to yourself.
wen junhui
every single time you went to visit jun, you swore that the two of you were falling in love all over again. you’d trudged off your flight, dragging your bag behind you through the airport as you internally cursed how long these flights always were. you’d gotten sleep, so thankfully you weren’t running off of nothing, but did it really matter when you always walked away feeling more tired than before?
but the one thing that would always reinvigorate you was the sight of jun standing in the airport, immediately opening his arms to you. every single time, you’d end up running to him to hug him tight as he squeezed the life out of you--something he always promised was coming. you loved jun’s hugs because of how secure they made you feel.
“get a room,” soonyoung whined from where he was standing nearby when jun started to pepper kisses across your face. “i’m sleepy.”
he looked sleepy. how early did jun wake him up? he’d mentioned that he was getting soonyoung to drive him since he’d be too giddy to drive once he had you back in his arms.
jun said nothing as he captured your lips in a quick kiss, chaste and sweet since the two of you were in public. “i missed you,” he said, completely ignoring soonyoung. “i love you. did you sleep well? you can sleep in the car--”
“i’m fine, honey,” you said, pecking him on the lips. “we should go before soonyoung passes out.”
soonyoung had thanked you in the moment just to tease jun a little further about how much he looked forward to having you there again. the entire time, jun held your hand in the car, quietly whispering to you how much he’d missed you. soonyoung dropped the two of you off at jun’s apartment, and soon enough you were curled up on the couch in jun’s arms with your bag left by the entryway.
“you look tired,” he murmured, pulling you in closer. “you can take a nap. i’ll make lunch for us when you wake up,” he said, already pulling you into his chest.
“i’m not tired,” you whined. “i wanna go out with you.”
“we’ll go out later,” he promised. “i love you. it’s okay if you need to sleep a little,” he traced hearts onto your back. “i can wait a little longer.”
you shut your eyes, face smushed against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. “i love you, too,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him. “don’t let me sleep too long.”
(he would, just to watch your sleeping face a little longer and ensure you napped long enough to feel refreshed. even if it earned him some gentle scolding from you because you wanted to make the most of your time together, jun was simply glad to know that you felt better and that he could finally take care of you again.)
kwon soonyoung
“where is it? did you get rid of it? i can’t see it.” soonyoung kept leaning as if he could get a better look of your bed from where you’d set up your laptop at your desk.
you already knew what he was talking about as you leaned a little more out of the way, letting him get a clear view of the tiger plush he’d bought you a few weeks ago. you’d sent him a picture when it arrived, and another when you curled up with it one night. “he’s still there,” you said. “i would’t get rid of it.”
soonyoung smiled. “bring it over. i have to see it closer so i can charge it with love.”
you rolled your eyes with a smile as you stood up, grabbing the plush before sitting back down. “why do i have to get it?”
“i have to see it!” he pouted, “i have to see it’s eyes.” he gestured to his own, “i’m using my tiger’s gaze.”
soonyoung was hamming it up. you already knew that he knew you were stressed again, and that this was his way of making you smile. and... it was working. you hugged the plush to your chest, watching him as he opened up his meal.
“you don’t have to do that, soonie,” you said. you liked the cute way he’d always glance up with a smile.
he cupped his hand under his chopsticks as he pushed his food toward the camera--a gesture that was familiar to you. “for you.”
you always wanted to tease him with a “i can’t eat that yet,” but you just giggled. “it looks good.”
“wonwoo ordered too much for him and cheol,” he said. “so i stole it,” he beamed. “i’ll give you the first bite when you’re with me.”
you sighed wistfully at the thought. “soonyoung...”
“i know... i’ll do it next week,” he said, “when i come to see you.”
you looked up. “wait--”
he reached off to one side, grabbing a folded piece of paper and holding it up. “surprise?”
you gasped, “soonyoung!”
“i can cancel them! i just wanted to surprise you,” he said, “and your roommate and i worked it out--”
“you’re really coming to see me?” you hugged the plush tighter to your chest, smiling.
he nodded. “i’ll be there soon,” he promised. “and i’ll give you the first bite when we eat together.” he paused, looking up, and you could hear wonwoo’s voice. “oh? ah, yeah, i can come help--” he looked back to you, “i’ll be back in a minute. i love you!”
and you smiled even harder as he got up, hugging your tiger plush closer to your chest. soon it’d be soonyoung in your arms instead, and you couldn’t wait for the moment to arrive.
jeon wonwoo
“hold on, it’s sending...”
wonwoo had been on a video call with you one night--a common occurrence between the two of you. with the time difference between you, you could see the sunshine peeking in through his blinds while you were finally settling in for sleep. most of these calls were usually the result of wonwoo telling you about his morning so far: the morning jog he went on beforehand, the place he stopped in to get breakfast to bring back to his apartment... little things. he’d been telling you about a stray he saw on his way back home and the short video he took while feeding it a treat.
you pulled your blankets closer to you with it twisting around your legs a little more. “i’ll watch after we get off call,” you said.
“i know,” he said. “but you can see the cat on the thumbnail. you said you like orange cats, right?”
you smiled, pulling the plushie that wonwoo had sent you months ago closer to you. “yeah...”
he looked up from his breakfast and then smiled after a moment. you liked the shy smiles wonwoo would give you whenever he saw you cuddling with it, never commenting on it. “i bought you something, too, by the way.”
“wonwoo...” you pouted. “you keep buying things...”
“it reminded me of you,” he said. “you’ll see what it is next time you come here... or the next time i compile enough to send over.”
you had made him promise a while back that he would only send any gifts if there were multiple. gift giving wasn’t really wonwoo’s love language (he always swore he preferred spending time with you more than anything else), but he had told you that everything reminded him of you now. even if he didn’t send things to you, he liked having things around.
(”it makes me feel like you’re here,” he had said. “jihoon asked why i have a jacket that doesn’t fit me here. it’d fit you, though. i’ll send it soon.”)
he had reached into his pocket, pulling out a braided bracelet with a little charm attached to it of your favorite animal. he looked up, noticing the way that your eyelids were beginning to droop. “if you’re tired, i’ll let you go--”
“noooo,” you whined. “i wanna see your cute face.”
“i love you,” he said, “but your health is more important.”
“you never say that when it’s you losing sleep.” you pouted, pulling the plushie closer to you. “wonwoo...”
“i’ll talk to you after you sleep,” he said. “okay? sleep well. dream of me.”
you always would smile so cutely whenever he said it, all because he said it so casually. he’d tell you one day that that smile was the reason why he said it.
if he couldn’t see you in person yet, at least he would leave you smiling when he had to end the call.
lee jihoon
this was... new. new in a good way, but still new. today was the first time that you were coming to see him, and now he was holding your hand, and his heart was racing in his ears.
lee jihoon, for all that he was, was completely in love with you. most people would probably kiss their partners at some point after meeting them for the first time. jihoon wanted to (believe him, he’d been daydreaming about kissing you for weeks after you announced you’d be visiting him in a month), and yet all it took was holding your hand for him to grow even more flustered. he’d daydreamed about holding you in his arms for the first time.
the bad part was that it took him two days to actually initiate any kind of skinship with you. he was holding your hand now, yes, but the past two days were filled with your hand brushing against his and jihoon’s face going red (and seokmin pointing it out the other day when you stepped away to get your drink at the coffeeshop you’d gone to). you knew that this was coming, though. he’d talked to you about it about how he’d want skinship with you, but he’d be a little awkward.
“you’re the first person i’ve really liked,” he had said while on call with you. “i want to, i just need time.”
and you had agreed easily enough to it: you understood him, after all. but the first time you took his hand after asking, he felt his heart race in the absolute best way before slowing back down.
he was with you. that was all that mattered at the end of the day.
lee seokmin
every single day, you received at least a thousand texts from seokmin. probably. you stopped counting months after you two started dating since the number was well over twenty when it came to pictures alone. he’d send you pictures of the sky, or of a dog he saw when he was on a walk, or flowers that reminded him of you, or the cafe he was visiting with his friends...
pretty much every place he went, he sent you a picture of. sometimes he’d send you pictures of himself with his friends, too. the latest was one he took of himself and mingyu while the two were getting dinner, a ‘wish my date was cuter’ tagged onto it. you teased him for insinuating that mingyu wasn’t a cute date and that you wouldn’t mind a date with mingyu.
“but what about me?” he had whined when you picked up the call a minute later.
you hummed, as if you were considering it. “mingyu has money...”
“sunshine,” he dragged out the name. “i have money. i’ll buy you a ticket here right now to prove it--”
you had to stop him because you knew he would if he did have the money. “seokmin... you know i love you.”
“yes?”
“why do you always send me pictures? i love seeing them and knowing what you’re up to,” you said, “but you don’t post all of them to instagram or anything.”
he went quiet for a moment. “it feels like you’re here with me if i show you things,” he said. “so i like sending you pictures until we go on a walk for real. do you want me to stop?”
you had to hide your smile lest the people around you started to judge. “don’t. i like it. you’ll just have to show me all these places in person someday.”
(and he would, gladly, the moment that you were finally within arm’s reach.)
kim mingyu
“are you sure you don’t want me to buy a ticket? i could do it. i can afford it.”
due to your boyfriend having a roommate to pay for half the rent and a big-city chef job, this offer was always on the table. hell, he’d asked you if you wanted to move in with him before. you shot the offer down since you were only five months into dating (kim mingyu was, in the words of his friend minghao, madly in love with you to the point where it was kind of cringe to see if you were anyone but you or kim mingyu), but you knew it’d always be on the table, too. he kept up jokes that he could move you in any day, though, and all you had to do was say the word.
outside of all of that, you would listen to him as he walked you through whatever recipe he was making for himself (and his roommate) for dinner that night. it was nice to watch him cook. it felt domestic in a small way, and you were pretty sure that was why mingyu liked it, too.
“i went to the museum today,” he had said once. “i’ll have to take you when you come.”
yet the next time you visited him a few months later, you spent the entire time cuddling in his apartment. he just laid out on his couch with you on his chest, arms wrapped securely around you. you’d tease him about all the things he wanted to show you, but he just kept his eyes closed as he held you close.
“i’m recharging,” he said. “i have to cuddle with you while i can.”
“i still wanna go out.”
“five more minutes,” he promised. “and then we can go.”
(sometimes you swore you had the world’s clingiest boyfriend.)
xu minghao
minghao sent you selfies far more than you expected him to. he told you that it was so you could cycle through them for your phone background with a confidence you hadn’t exactly expected from him. he’d asked for more pictures of you so that he could do the same.
(you did just that, actually. you liked having plenty of pictures of his handsome face on your phone.)
so when the two of you visited one another, most of your time was spent going out and doing all the sappy couple-y things that you weren’t able to do. the rest was spent in your apartment with minghao practically clinging to you the entire time. his friends would never believe it (minghao was in the habit of denying being clingy while his love for you was never in doubt) unless they saw pictures.
they never would, unless minghao decided to share them. you kept yours in an album that would never be seen by anyone outside of your relationship. you liked knowing that minghao was yours and the way he acted when the two of you were alone.
that was what brought you to now. minghao had arrived at your apartment not even an hour ago, and he was lying with his face buried in your shoulder as he inhaled the scent of your fabric softener. to everyone else, he’d merely say that he enjoyed cuddling with you. not that he was enjoying the warmth of your body, or the way that the two of you seemed to fit together perfectly, or the fact that he missed kissing your lips because it felt like the two of you were made for each other.
(minghao’s friends always said he was a romantic. you never knew how far that went until the two of you grew serious.)
“i love you,” he murmured against your neck, eyelids shut as he basked in the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. “i don’t want to leave.”
you almost wanted to tell him a quiet ‘then don’t.’ but you chose against it, instead wrapping your arms around him. “i love you, too.” i don’t want you to leave, either.
boo seungkwan
you were pretty confident you knew the exact layout of almost everywhere seungkwan went.
seungkwan facetimed you almost constantly. he always told you that you didn’t have to show your own face every single time, but he liked having you as part of his day. whether he was at his apartment, or at his favorite grocery store, or going for a walk in the city: seungkwan tried to bring you into it as best as he could. as much as you always appreciated his mealtime calls, you liked watching him go about part of his day with his headphones in as the two of you talked.
“soy sauce is in the other cabinet,” you had called out while he was making ramen one night for the two of you. it wasn’t fancy, but he insisted on spending one night in with you while you were visiting. he looked back down, brows raised before opening the correct cabinet. he paused, before pulling down the bottle he was looking for.
“how did you--”
you looked back from the couch. “i told you,” you hopped up, making your way over to him, “i know your apartment really well. like i know the grocery store you always go to,” you wrapped your arms around him before pressing a kiss into his neck.
he grew sheepish. “do i really call you that much?”
you nodded, planting another innocent kiss against his shoulder. “mmhm. it’s okay,” you squeezed him gently, “i like knowing your daily routine.”
seungkwan smiled as you planted another quick kiss against his neck again, especially when he felt the way your lips curled upward. he whined a little, “you’re distracting me. i’m trying to be a good boyfriend and make us dinner.”
“okay,” you started to pull away, only to have seungkwan catch both of your wrists.
“i didn’t say leave,” he said. “just... stay here and stop kissing me when i can’t kiss you.”
(he’d laugh a few minutes later when you pecked him on the neck again, just basking in the sweet parts of being together.)
chwe vernon
despite claiming to paying full attention to the movie, vernon was constantly touching you in a way that said he’d stopped paying attention twenty minutes ago.
it wasn’t sexual in the slightest. he just kept finding little ways to touch you. to pull you closer to him in little ways so that he could bask in the feeling of your skin against his own. whether it was playing with your fingers idly, or slipping his hands underneath your shirt just so he could feel the warm skin at your hips (you had gasped the first time because his hands were like ice and he’d sheepishly apologized), to the arm that he kept draped around your shoulders.
“you’re touchier than usual,” you finally mused aloud.
he looked at you, blinking once, twice, before realizing how clingy he was starting to get. “sorry, i’ll stop--”
“it’s okay,” you said. “just... you’re never this touchy.”
“well,” he started, “it’s almost two in the morning... and your flight is in a couple hours...” he sighed, “so i think i’m just trying to enjoy holding you while i can.”
you leaned forward, kissing him as his hands fell to your hips. “it’s okay,” you said. “let’s just spend the next few hours together, okay?”
“i really don’t want you to go.” he squeezed your hip. “baby--” he paused, unsure of whether to continue speaking. you watched him lick his lips, look off to the side for a moment, and then make up his mind. “seungkwan’s gonna tell you i’m moping tomorrow.”
seungkwan always did. he’d sent you a picture, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, of him just standing in the kitchen and staring at the mug you’d bought him with this upset look.
“and then you’re both going to go out with chan tomorrow night,” you said, “and sing your hearts out at karaoke because both he and seungkwan know how to distract you. i’ll be back before you know it,” you kissed him one more time. “just a little longer, okay? and then we’ll have our little apartment together and we can get a cat.”
“i know. i just love you so much, you know?”
you did. every little thing that he did was proof of that, but you could always tell by the look on his face alone. “c’mon,” you said. “let’s make the most of our time, yeah?”
he kissed you that time, drawing you in closer as the movie continue on, forgotten by the two of you. “yeah,” he said, about to slant his mouth against your own again, “let’s.”
lee chan
waiting on your boyfriend to make it off his flight was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences for you when it was the first time you two were meeting one another in-person. you’d met chan on an online forum, kept talking, eventually started crushing on one another... and the rest was history (once someone named seungcheol finally pushed him to confess to you, that is). he’d sent you plenty of pictures of every step he took: arriving at the airport with said-person-seungcheol dropping him off because he said that his hyung was a gracious one sometimes (useless any other time, he’d jokingly tell you, but the drive to the airport was still a nice gesture), getting out of security, eating a small meal because he’d stupidly skipped breakfast while too giddy to see you. the moment his flight landed, he’d sent you a picture with a “i’m almost there!!!” and a thousand heart emojis after it to help illustrate just how excited he was.
the moment chan saw you, he nearly dropped his bag before booking it toward you. only to stop steps away from you, suddenly nervous.
“hi.” he said after a moment, and you could see the gears turning in his head.
anxiety took hold faster than you liked. did he... not actually like you now that he was meeting you in person? “hi, channie,” you said, forcing a smile to cover your nerves. “how was your flight--”
“i really want to kiss you right now,” he confessed, face growing more red as he gazed at you. “can... can i hug you?”
you cracked a genuine smile, opening your arms to him. “yes, you--”
before you could say ‘can,’ chan had already stepped forward and drawn you into his arms. he hugged you tight, and you could feel just how toned his arms were as you were squashed against him. you felt yourself getting choked up as it set in just how real all of this was.
chan was here. he was standing with you, he was holding you. you could feel the warmth of his body against your own. he was with you.
and you felt yourself tear up. “channie,” you snaked your arms around him, shutting your eyes. “i’m glad you’re here.” your arms feel like home. is that cheesy to say? is it too soon...?
“i... i had a plan,” he said, “for when i first saw you. i told cheol that i was going to walk up to you and--and say something charming,” you could hear the way his voice was wavering, emotions finally catching up to him before jet-lag ever would. “just to see you laugh. and--and then i was going to tell you i love you, because it’d be in person for the first time and--”
“i love you, too, chan,” you mumbled.
“no, you can’t--” he drew back, roughly rubbing at his eyes with one arm. “you can’t say it yet. i didn’t--i didn’t say it right.” he held you by the shoulders. “i love you,” he said slowly, before cracking into a teary smile as he pulled you back into his arms. “i love you so much,” he laughed lightly, “i wasn’t supposed to cry--”
“it’s okay,” you shut your eyes. you never knew how much another person could feel like home until now. “i love you, too. i’m glad you’re here, chan.”
you could feel him nod. “i’m glad you’re here, too.”
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“babe look, it's snowing!”
you smiled softly as your overexcited boyfriend pressed his face against the window. “honey, it snows every year,”
“yeah but it's still pretty!” soonyoung whipped his head back to look at you. “you're prettier though,”
you closed your book and waddled over to him, blanket over your shoulders. he was right, it was very pretty watching the world be enveloped in a soft blanket of snow.
“did you know,” you started, putting the blanket over soonyoung and your laps. “that if you confess to someone during the first snowfall, they’ll accept it?”
he looked back at you, eyes wide in wonder. “really? then… i love you!”
you giggled and kissed his cheek. “i love you too, soonyoung,”
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hi angel!! congrats on 500 followers 🫶 i'm so proud of you and i hope u know u deserve every single one of these milestones (and even more!)
i'd like to request hoshi + “you can hold my hand, if you want.” !!
looking forward to seeing you hit many many more milestones🩷 once again, congratulations!
JUST THE TWO OF US? - k.sy
500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )
pair : ksy x gn!reader.
prompt : “ you can hold my hand if you want. ”
wc : 1.1k and some change.
notes : just fluff ! barely proofread.
jeonghan is a shit. jihoon is also in on the games. i probably swore once or twice idk. literally warning free otherwise this is just a sweetie pie fluff for my sunshine bby.<3
( i love u literally so much. thank u for sending this<333 i am kissing ur forehead holding ur hand rocking u to sleep and running through fields of daisies with u as we SPEAK. mwah. mwah mwah mwah mwah. i hope this u enjoy this.<3)
You’re never going to forgive Jeonghan for this.
It was supposed to be a group thing. When the plans were made a few days ago, there were six of you all in talks to go to the movies together, and as far as you were concerned, Jeonghan had booked the seats all at once so you would all be next to one another. He'd given you the time, told you where he’d wait for you inside the theater lobby, refused to accept reimbursement for the ticket (he quite often told you just to cover his snacks, instead), and you didn't think anything more of it. Even last night when you’d messaged Jihoon to ask if he needed a ride, he’d told you that he was going to hop in with Soonyoung so you didn't need to worry.
Which means that obviously, he's in on this too. He's on thin ice, as well.
Because when you walk through the doors at 7:15 on Friday night and turn to the left to meet your friends by the GODZILLA standee, there's only one person waiting for you. Leaning against the wall, eyes glued to his phone, shifting his weight impatiently from one side to the other. Soonyoung. He looks stressed, biting on his bottom lip, seemingly typing out quite an aggressive series of messages: if the increasingly creased space between his eyebrows is anything to go by, all of them are going unanswered.
He doesn't look up until you're standing right in front of him, wrestling your own phone free from the pocket of your jeans. When he does, and he realises that it's you, he lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Thank God you're here," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was starting to think this was some kind of a set-up."
You laugh quietly, tapping your screen and opening your text thread with Jeonghan, scrolling back to find the messages concerning tonight's plans.
"The others aren't here yet?" you ask distractedly.
Soonyoung shakes his head. "I thought maybe everyone was stuck in traffic, or something," he says. "Wait – are you on your own?"
It's your turn to frown, now.
"Yeah?" you say, glancing back down at your screen. You definitely have the right date and time. "Where's Jihoon?"
It falls silent for a moment as you stare each other down, matching confused looks plastered on both of your faces.
"I thought... he was coming with you?" you say in unison.
The ball drops for Soonyoung first. He slumps back against the wall as he connects the dots in his brain and he brings both his hands up to his face, rubbing the tips of his fingers into his eye sockets. You watch him, concerned: he looks genuinely distressed, and when he re-emerges from behind his palms, his cheeks are brightly flushed, face scrunched up in a way that you're not sure you've ever seen before.
"I'm so sorry," he says wearily, tipping his head back against the wall.
You don't get a chance to challenge him on the apology. At the same time as he says it, your phone pings with a notification; you bring it within range to find a new message from Jeonghan. A picture message. A screenshot, of a movie reservation, except there aren't six seat numbers listed. There are two. And it's not in his name, it's in yours. Underneath, another message pops up, just as wordless as the first. It contains one single wink emoji and a thumbs up.
You get there too eventually, and under your breath, you mutter, "that scheming little shit."
What's more annoying is that Jeonghan joked about doing exactly this a few months ago when you asked, in what you thought was a very nonchalant manner, whether Soonyoung was seeing anyone, what his 'situation' was. After some questioning, he excitedly offered to set the two of you up on a date, if you were interested. When you pleaded for him not to, he teased that he'd find a way, and that he'd catch you out when you least expected it: you never thought he'd follow through though, especially not after this long. You were sure he'd forgotten, just as you had..
You can't believe him. You really can't.
"I guess... it's just you and me," you swallow, acknowledging that this really isn't the fault of the man standing across from you and that it isn't fair to be grouchy with him when he hasn't done anything wrong. Besides, he looks mortified: hands balled up down by his thighs, cheeks still stained pink, a few beads of sweat starting to glisten at his hairline.
"I–... yeah," he grimaces.
"I'm really sorry," you sigh, tapping your pointer finger against the back of your phone. "I didn't– I really didn't have a clue he was doing all this. If I'd known..."
"Hey, no, don't be," Soonyoung insists, shaking off his discomfort and stepping away from the wall, taking a step closer to you. "Why would you-...?"
He trails off and in the seconds that follow, something... happens. Multiple expressions appear on- and vanish from- his face, replaced just as quickly as they come and immediately replaced by another that you don't have quite enough time to read. You're sure the same thing happens to you, too. There's a conversation shared that doesn't result in any words being said aloud, but even so, things are acknowledged. Things are understood. Soonyoung stands up straighter when the threads knit together in his brain and he slides his phone into the front of his hoodie, kicking at the ground with the rubber toe of his shoe as he pulls out his wallet instead.
He starts to take a few slow steps towards the concession stand, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you follow. Your tickets get printed, you head into the screen and settle into the seats Jeonghan booked for you, and while you wait for the movie to start, you make a little small talk. It's nothing groundbreaking. You catch up on the things you've missed in the few months since you last saw him, crack a few jokes, share a few shy smiles, grin as you sip at the drink he insisted on paying for. You bump hands as you simultaneously reach for the popcorn bucket. It takes him a whole ten seconds to get over it.
(He doesn't need to know that it takes you even longer.)
Soonyoung's fingers bounce idly on the arm of the chair the whole time, like he's twitching to do something with them, fighting against a strong, overwhelming impulse. And as the lights grow dimmer and the people around you start falling quiet, you lean over to him, close enough that you can whisper something straight into his ear.
"You can hold my hand, if you want."
So... he does.
He doesn't let go, either: not until the movie ends and you leave together and he walks you all the way back to your car. Not until he asks if you'd be interested in going out on another date: one that he gets to plan. And there are a million reasons you say yes to him, of course, but when he looks so pretty blushing under the lights of the parking lot... how on Earth could you ever say no?
(He squeezes your fingers and gently tugs you closer until you're falling into him: then, he catches you with an arm around your waist and his lips on yours. The salty aftertaste of the popcorn on his mouth lingers long after he says goodnight, and you consider, on the drive home, that maybe you can forgive Jeonghan this one time.)
(Just... not before you make him squirm a little bit, first.)
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heads up! reader wears makeup. thats all :3
soonyoung has way too much trust in you.
his eyes are shut as you look down at the eye shadow palette in your hands, trying to decide which color fits the look you're working on better. you'd been trying to learn this new eye shadow trend, and soonyoung offered to essentially be your canvas. if you learn it while applying it to him, then you'll be able to do it on yourself, right? that was his logic at least, and he'd said something about letting your own skin rest considering you'd wasted several of those round cotton pads wiping off too many rounds of eye shadow by now. so now you're sitting on soonyoung, his hands resting on his stomach as he relaxes, letting you figure out what you're doing.
"are you sure you're comfortable?"
"mmhm." he doesn't budge. "are you making me pretty?"
it earns a giggle from you. you'll have to wipe off this attempt anyway. maybe you'll ditch it, actually: is it really worth it wasting all of your makeup on one trend that'll probably be gone before you know it? you didn't even like it all that much to justify spending so long on it. "you're already pretty."
his noes crinkles a little when he smiles. you reach over to get another cotton round, popping open the cap of the micellar water. he doesn't move as you wipe away the eye shadow and wipe away the remainder of the product.
"you can open your eyes again."
he does a moment later, blinking at you curiously. "did you figure it out? i wanted to see--"
"nah," you shake your head. "just giving up for today. other people make it look so easy," you sigh.
"mmhm... but you'll get it if you want to," he pulls you in, pressing a kiss against your lips. "you're smart like that."
maybe soonyoung trusts you just the right amount, actually, to give you the confidence you were lacking.
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you're alright, i guess | kwon soonyoung
SYNOPSIS. in which you accidentally miss the bus and decide to stay the night at your date's place for the first time.
PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader (ft. chan as soonyoung's roommate)
GENRE. fluff
WARNINGS. chan makes like a sex joke, kissing
WORD COUNT. 2.9k
notes: hi everyone this ended up being a lil longer than i thought but it was saur cute to write so i hope u enjoy :') tagging @etherealyoungk hehe
Maybe you do lose all track of time when you're with someone special. Perhaps that's one of the aspects of starting to fall for another person𑁋that it's just so easy to lose track of time because you're too caught in the moment since the entirety of this day had gone right.
On the other hand, Soonyoung had spent the past week meticulously planning this date with you. This is only his second date with you, since the first one he was a nervous wreck the entire time and was terrified that you didn't want to see him again by the end of it (he sobbed when he got back to his place). But when you told him you wanted to see him again, he made his roommate Chan remind him every morning that yes, you do want to see him again and that he wasn't hallucinating.
The date didn't even require much planning, it was mainly because Soonyoung kept overthinking every little detail.
"How about we go to this ice cream place instead because Y/N prefers something simpler? Or maybe raid the convenience store to have a picnic by the Han River?" Soonyoung suggested to Chan one evening, who was currently sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in his phone.
Chan looked up, his eyebrows raised. "You're planning this date like it's a military operation."
Soonyoung let out an exasperated sigh, pacing back and forth in their living room. "I need to cover all bases, Chan!"
"Hyung, you don't need a battle strategy for a date. It's supposed to be fun and relaxed."
"But what if Y/N doesn't like ice cream, or they have allergies or something they never told me of? And what if the convenience store doesn't have the right snacks? What if I mess it up?"
"Christ, hyung. You're overthinking this," Chan muttered, before letting out a sigh. "You really like them a lot, don't you?"
Soonyoung only flopped back down on the couch next him. It's almost overwhelming how much he does like you. "Yeah..."
By the time the date rolled around, he offered to pay for your snacks from the convenience store for the picnic and the ice cream by the end of it.
It wasn't extravagant nor entirely too simple, but he likes to think it was just the right amount of perfect to make up for the jittery disaster he was for the first one. And from the pretty smiles to your face that he caught glances of from to time, perhaps he was a bit more successful than he thought.
The time was probably around ten o'clock now, and you both find yourselves strolling side-by-side down the tranquil, quiet cityscape, the path ahead illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. You had an arm around Soonyoung's, telling him about something that happened when you were younger, and he was listening intently, hanging onto every word that left your mouth, occasionally getting distracted from how the city lights seem to dance in your eyes or how you glow when you spoke.
"And like... everyone stared at me! I can't believe I was the first person to spell in every freakin' round."
Soonyoung tries to imagine it𑁋a younger you participating in the school spelling bee standing awkwardly by the microphone in front of the entire school. The thought makes him grin.
"Cute," he mutters aloud, yet the grin to his face disappears when he feels a flick at the yellow cap he was wearing. "Hey! What was that for?"
You only pout, and Soonyoung swears you look even more cuter. "It's not cute. It's embarrassing."
"Well, it's cute because it's you."
You roll your eyes, chuckling at his words, but the flush to your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him.
His eyes linger on you for a few moments, and when you look up to meet his gaze, you catch sight of the most endearing smile to his face, one that melts your heart and brings a sweeter taste to your mouth than the ice cream you had earlier. It looks like he wants to say something, but before he can, there's a gasp that leaves your mouth at a moment of realisation.
"Crap, that's my bus over there!" You exclaim, pointing down to a bus farther down the street that was accepting the last few people inside and getting ready to close its doors.
Almost instinctively, you reach down to grab Soonyoung's hand before you're dashing down the street and dragging him along in a frantic sprint towards the bus stop. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you used all the remains of whatever energy you had left. However, by the time you both arrived at the bus stop, it was already half a block away from you.
"Dammit," You groan out frustratingly, letting go of Soonyoung's hand to catch your breath. "That was the last ride back home."
Soonyoung stands beside you, also panting heavily from the impromptu sprint. Once he catches his breath, he leads you to the seats under the bus stop, giving you a few moments to recover yours as well. And in that short amount of time, he lets himself think, his hand wandering to the urge to place over yours on your thigh, but he hesitates and retrieves it back.
"Sorry, I-I should've been more aware of the time," he says sheepishly.
You shake your head, managing a small smile back at him. "It's not your fault. I didn't even notice the time either."
His apologetic expression eases, yet the few moments of silence that passes afterwards does nothing to rid of the nerves that was crawling up his spine. He tries to think of other ways𑁋maybe a taxi, but the street appears almost barren of any𑁋but no other solution seems to come up, other than one last one.
"Um..." He clears his throat nervously. "Do you... want to stay over at my place for the night? It's, uh, not that far away, and we can figure out a way for you to get home tomorrow. If-If you want to, of course."
You feel your heart flutter to his suggestion, a mixture of nervousness and anticipating racing through you. Soonyoung feels the pang of regret to his chest at the sight of your contemplative expression. He shouldn't have asked that. What if he made you uncomfortable?
"Would you... be fine with that? What about your roommate?" You ask him, remembering that he mentioned another boy named Chan or something that also lived with him.
Soonyoung can sense the slight hesitation in your voice, and it makes his nervousness resurface.
"Chan's cool, I promise," he reassures you lightly. "He wouldn't mind."
You take a moment to think it over. Staying over at Soonyoung's place is a big step, especially for only your second date, but there's something about his sincerity and the way the entire night you've felt at ease with his presence that makes you want to take that leap of faith. Plus, you didn't have much of a choice anyway since you lived on the outskirts of town and the buses had stopped running for the night.
So you look back up at Soonyoung, noticing the way he's anxiously awaiting your response from the way his fingers seem to be kneading at the loose strings of his pants. With a warm smile, you reach out and gently place your hand on his.
"Okay," You tell him. "I'll stay over."
It takes nearly every muscle in his face to relax from your words, the relief washing over his features and the corner of his lips curving upward into a grateful, precious smile.
"Okay." He lets his hand interlock with yours, and he has to refrain himself from squeezing it too tightly out of excitement. His heart does a little dance in his chest as he stands up, gently tugging you up with him.
It's a peaceful walk on the way to his place, and the night air is crisp and cool like a tender graze against your skin as you make your way through the streets and into the local neighbourhood of apartment complexes. The city seems to have a different charm at this late hour𑁋quieter and more intimate. Soonyoung is careful not to let go of your hand, as if afraid you might disappear if he does. His brain still can't even process that you're about to see his place for the first time.
As he leads you inside the apartment building, you follow up a flight of stairs to where his apartment stood. He clumsily fumbles with the keys in his hands as he stands in front of the door, finally managing to unlock it. With a shy smile, he pushes the door open, gesturing for you to enter first.
He follows in behind you, and for a moment you both find yourselves a bit squished together in the entryway, the warmth of his body close to yours as you take off your shoes. There's a fleeting tension in the air as your eyes meet, and then you both chuckle nervously, breaking the moment.
"Hyung? Are you home now? How was the date𑁋" A sudden voice makes you and Soonyoung turn your heads simultaneously, and you're met with a younger boy whom you presume to be Chan, appearing exhausted with disheveled hair as if he had just woken up from a nap. You quietly greet him with a friendly smile, and he offers you one back in return.
Tackling the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Soonyoung gestures you to follow him into the living room, where you place yourself down comfortably on the couch.
"Can I get you something to drink or... anything?" Soonyoung asks you.
"Yeah, just some water is fine," You answer, before letting your gaze travel around the room.
The living area is very homey, a bit messy with some folded laundry at the ends of the couch, an empty can of soda and some snack wrappers sitting on the coffee table. You can't help but chuckle to yourself at the sight, finding the small mess endearing rather than off-putting; nonetheless, you still feel comfortable and welcomed.
When Soonyoung enters the kitchen to retrieve your water, he's pulled to the side by Chan.
"A reminder would have been nice if you were bringing them home," he mutters lowly, a bit of an annoyed tone to his voice.
"They missed their bus, what else was I supposed to do?" Soonyoung whispers back as he fills up a glass with water. "I-I couldn't just leave them stranded there."
Chan just sighs, giving the older boy a few pats on the back. "Just... don't do anything weird, okay? Keep it PG. And if I have to block my ears or whatever just, like, knock on the wall."
Soonyoung feels the heat in his face as he gives the younger boy a light smack to the arm. "We aren't𑁋it's not like that!"
That was enough for a round of laughter to leave Chan's lips and for you to catch sight of Soonyoung's slightly embarrassed expression once they enter back into the living area together. Chan only shoots one last knowing glance between the two of you before uttering out his goodnight and disappearing into his own bedroom.
"Sorry about the mess, by the way," Soonyoung says as he hands you the glass of water.
You take in the glass in your own hands, your fingers brushing momentarily against his. When you take a sip, you feel a refreshing wave hit you all at once. "It's fine. You weren't expecting company anyway. And... it feels cozy. I like it."
Your words make Soonyoung's eyes soften. He takes a seat beside you on the couch, not too close to invade your personal space but close enough that you can still feel the warmth of his presence. It's comforting, you think, because despite the quiet moments in between, you both feel contented in simply being together.
You know Soonyoung tried his best to make this date perfect, since your first one was more on the awkward side. But there was something about him𑁋whether it was his endearing clumsiness, the way he genuinely cares about your comfort and happiness, or the amount of effort he put in to actually want to get to know you𑁋that made you feel like this was right where you were meant to be.
"Do you... want to see my room?"
You glance up at him curiously, placing your empty glass on the coffee table. "Can I?"
Soonyoung leads the way, and you follow him down a short hallway to a door on the right. However before he opens it, he turns to look back at you. There's a sense of anticipation in the air, as if he's eager to let you into this personal part of his life but also a bit (very) nervous about what you might think.
"Wait, let me just... tidy it up a bit," he murmurs as if in shame before you have a chance to respond. He quickly steps inside the room, leaving you standing in the hallway. You hear some shuffling and a few muttered apologies to himself, and then he reappears back out with a sheepish grin.
He pushes it open, revealing a cozy and small bedroom. The walls are painted a soft shade of blue, and there are posters of various artists and bands you recognise like SHINee and BIGBANG. His bed is hurriedly kempt with a couple plushies of what seem to be tigers, and there's a desk piled with notebooks and a laptop.
There's a shelf in the corner of the room filled with collections of ticket stubs from concerts, a row of trophies and medals, and a stack of old photo albums. Then you take a seat at the edge of his bed, taking one of his tiger plushies in your hands and smiling to yourself. It's incredibly soft to the touch, carrying a scent of the remnants of Soonyoung. You can't help but snuggle it for a moment before placing it back on his bed.
"Here, I got some clothes you can sleep in," Soonyoung says after rummaging through his drawer.
"Thanks," You take the piece of clothing in your hand: a large hoodie that he bought at a concert a while ago.
He leaves you for a few minutes to allow you to change. Once he comes back in, it takes him a few moments to get used to you wearing his clothes with a hoodie that's slightly oversized on you, his cheeks deepening with a rosy hue that stretches up to his ears as he takes his place right next to you on the bed.
As the night goes on, you both start to feel a sense of exhaustion from the day's events. Soonyoung offers you his bed while he'll take the couch, but you decline. You don't mind sharing his bed; in fact, you'd prefer it.
"Are... Are you sure?" he asks, a hint of concern, hesitation, in his eyes. "I-I can sleep on the couch. It's completely okay."
You nod with a warm smile. "I'm sure. Plus, it's your bed, anyway. You deserve to sleep in it."
He seems to relax at your response, his tense shoulders loosening as he takes in a deep breath, and he finds himself crawling under the covers right next to you. It's strange, considering you're only two people who are still getting to know each other, yet the closeness feels natural and comforting.
You lay on your sides, facing each other, with only a few inches of space separating you. The room is dimly lit by a soft, warm glow from a bedside lamp, and the sounds of the city outside are barely audible.
"Hi," Soonyoung whispers, face cutely half-buried in the pillow.
You faintly grin, whispering in his same tone, "Hi."
For a moment, the two of you only lay there, only carefully studying each other's faces.
"You're really pretty," Soonyoung admits shamelessly, his words making you giggle and the heat sprout to your face.
"So you've mentioned," You tease him back playfully. Many times.
Soonyoung chuckles softly, the sound muffled by his pillow.
"I really like you, you know," he tells you, and it's so quiet that you can barely hear it, but his words send a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You prop yourself up on one arm, keeping your eyes on him. "Is that why I'm in your bed right now?"
Despite the darkness of the room, his cheeks tint a deeper shade of pink. He shifts slightly, scooting more closer towards you so he can face you more directly, his eyes locking onto yours.
"Partly, yes," he replies, voice low. "I feel comfortable around you, and I... I want to get to know you better. It's... a bit scary how much I like you."
You can feel the weight of his words, and you're not sure how to respond. Instead, you reach out, gently cupping his cheek with your hand, and guide his face toward yours. Your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. Soonyoung doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours slowly, gently, enough to feel like you're flying. The kiss deepens just slightly, but it's not rushed, as you feel his hand come to rest at the small of your back to rid of whatever distance was left.
And when you pull away, the two of you a bit breathless, Soonyoung only smiles.
"Does that mean you like me too?" he asks, as if the kiss you just shared wasn't the obvious answer.
"Hm." You look at him square in the eye, resisting the urge to smile though you can feel your lips twitching. "You're alright, I guess."
Soonyoung just grins, leaning in once again so that his lips hover over yours.
"You're so mean." he pouts, before kissing you again.
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golden; kwon soonyoung
kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x f!reader
warning : smut (18+), pet names, slight bondation, fingering, praise, degradation, masturbation just pure smut with many things.
genre : smut / fluff / established relationship / smut with small buildup
words : 2.6k (approx.) the website said that—
synopsis : your boyfriend is awfully handsome, you know that, everyone knows that so how are you expected to not want to fuck him every single day, when he looks so homely and husband like in his fendi shorts and black hoodie? { intentional lowercase }
unedited
tag : @kflixnet , @dearharshii , @feat-sun
you chuckled as soonyoung's sister reminded him about that embarrassing thing he did years ago only for him to rebuke with an equally embarrassing moment of her, as they wore their shoes to go for a walk, their parents already a step ahead of them.
"you sure you don't wanna come with us?" soonyoung asked as he looked back at you, his eyes soft, "i can stay back with you if you want."
"trying to make yourself less terrible of a boyfriend?" his sister laughed as soonyoung hit her arm lightly, she got up and went out of the house, giving you both a little private time to talk.
"i'm sure soonie, you got a break after so long, you should spend more time with your family."
"but what if you feel lonely?" he asked, his lips in a pout as you nearly cooed at your boyfriend's cuteness.
"i won't, i do have a phone to entertain myself, plus i am really tired after that meeting, i would feel good after a rest," you smiled, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend a good bye as he grinned, but his eyes lingered on your mobile a little longer,
"yeah, you do have a piece of entertainment," he muttered and you didn't quite catch the meaning but he had already stood up and jogged towards his family.
you merely shrugged as you stepped back in the house, making a beeline towards your boyfriend's room. soonyoung's room was quite spacious and his closet was huge, instead of fiddling with your phone you opted to rummage through his closet, in hopes of finding hoodies and shirts you could steal from him.
brand deals or not, soonyoung had an immaculate fashion sense, you just couldn't help it, his clothes smelled of him and you looked so cute in them that you would take his clothes, he didn't mind it, he would never mind it, because he was the one who tossed his own clothes to you when you complained you had nothing to wear, saying, you look quite ravishing in his shirts and more often than not, it did lead to somewhere else.
you found one of his white hoodies which looked so cute on you that you couldn't help but want to take a picture of it,
as soon as you opened your camera your eyes found a new picture sitting in your camera roll.
your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as you looked at soonyoung's picture, which he apparently took in his room before going out, his sweater was raised till his mid-riff, his abs beaded with sweat, his veins more prominent because of his golden bed light, and his fendi shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, you could see every vein which travelled to his dick.
you sucked in a breath, you had noticed how handsome and hot he had looked in his fairly casual wear, but this picture was something else, this picture elicited a very strange response from you, but you were in his family house! how could you ask your boyfriend to fuck you?
but they were currently on a walk right? no one would know if you took care of your problem right now? in soonyoung's room?
you got out of your shorts hastily, still wearing your panties as you imagined every time soonyoung had his digits inside you, playing with your clit, stretching your folds out as his fat fingers would pump you slowly, before giving you what you wanted, he would build up tension, he would slide his fingers on your clothed pussy, gathering more and more slick before he would discard your underwear giving you the real pleasure.
you moaned at the recollections as you tried to replicate what soonyoung does to you, how he would rile you up before fucking you, how he would stretch you out before giving you his cock.
how he would whisper filthy things in your ears as his hand would be buried knuckles deep in you.
"soonyoung~" you whimpered as your touched yourself from your panties, the clot bunching up in your slit as you hissed from the sensation, too deep in your desire and imagination to register that soonyoung had texted you, quite a lot of times, in the past ten minutes.
your fingers patted your slit as you imagined soonyoung's hand palming you, your other hand went towards your breast as you groped yourself from the hoodie.
just as you were going to discard off your panties, the door to soonyoung's room shot open, your boyfriend standing on the door frame as his pupils dilated and his mouth hung open after seeing your condition.
"soonie? what are you doing here?" you whimpered, your body starved of touch as soonyoung stepped inside, locking his door he typed out a message on his phone before diverting all his attention on you.
"i texted you, you didn't reply so i was worried and came back sooner," he whispered as he pranced towards you, his picture was still on a display on your phone and you looked so messy, so needy, so fucked, soonyoung groaned, watching you.
"i- i am sorry," you whispered, your cheeks red because of the way your boyfriend was eyeing you.
"why did you stop?"
"wh-what?"
"continue baby, give me a show," soonyoung said as he pulled out a chair from his desk, sitting in front of you, "if i knew how touched starved you were, how needy you were, i would have never left your side."
"continue."
"with- with you watching?" you whispered out, you and soonyoung had a lot of great sex before but, nothing like this— not ever like this.
"you're touching yourself in my hoodie, you're bold, aren't you? if you're so needy then proceed, give your boyfriend a show," he growled, his voice deeper than before as he leaned towards you, his face inches away from yours.
with a shakey breath, you hunched up soonyoung's hoodie trying to remove it before he stopped you, "don't even think about that, love, you will get off on your fingers in my hoodie and I will fuck you in my hoodie."
you gasped, more turned on by his words, your juices making your panties dampen even more as some spilled towards your inner thigh, you touched your clothed clit.
"so wet, soonie~" you moaned, trying to keep your voice to minimal.
"aren't you, sweetheart?"
"all for you, soonie~" you whispered as you buried your panties deeper into your slit, you knew soonyoung would lose composure soon, you could feel it.
"hoshi- ah," you moaned out as soonyoung growled, he pushed you on the bed, pouncing on you and capturing your lips in a needy kiss, he pulled your hand away from your slit, capturing it on top of your head as your other hand laid innocently on his shoulder, he grinded on your pussy as you moaned and he took that as a chance to insert his tongue in your mouth, exploring you, as his teeth nibbled on your lower lips as tears welled up in your eyes, you were so hot, so starved, so needy.
soonyoung kissed your cheek before trapping your other arm above your head, he hiked up his hoodie, trailing kisses on your clavicle to the valley of your breast. his other hand groped your clothed breast as his teeth pulled down the fabric of your other breast, his tongue swirling around your areola as lips situated themselves on your nipples, lightly sucking on you, biting you.
"soonyoung~" you whimpered rolling your hips up, "want you so bad."
"patience baby," soonyoung chuckled, pushing your hips down as his hand travelled to your damped panties, pushing the fabric aside he inserted a finger in you.
"my baby did all of the work early, hmm? gathered her arousal so it's easier for her boyfie to fuck her dumb," he whispered in your ears as he inserted another finger in you.
"who are you so needy for darling?" he asked as pumped you, you were a moaning mess under him, unable to conjure up a sentence when all you could chant was a string of your boyfriend's name.
"tell me baby, use your pretty mouth, who are you so needy for?"
"you, soonyoung, you— so needy, so hot— ah, all for you," you choked out, gone to the pleasure.
"good girl," soonyoung muttered as he replaced his fingers with his tongue as your moans got higher, his tongue swirled in your inside, as his other hand played with your bundle of nerves, you were so close, so very close.
"gonna cum, hoshi~" you said, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his tongue, he was so good, you could never pleasure yourself in a way soonyoung did.
"cum princess, let your king taste you," soonyoung spoke as you came, spilling all your juices as you whimpered and writhed in slight ache of your release. sweat beaded your face as your mouth hung open, your eyes rolled back to your head as soonyoung grinned at you, picking you up and seating you on his lap, he said, "grind on me baby."
it was so unfair, he was fully clothed and you were practically naked, only wearing soonyoung's hoodie which was hunched above your breasts.
"you're not fair soonie, take off your clothes," you whined as your hands travelled to his hoodie, pulling it up as soonyoung stopped you.
"do what as I say, princess, you don't want to be begging for release all night do you?" his tone was harsh as you gulped, you obeyed, knowing full well soonyoung was capable of being that cruel, just because he was soft to you, didn't mean he didn't have any edge.
you rolled your hips on him, you pussy sore because of your release earlier, but in no time you were close to your second.
"you're so filthy baby, can't keep your hands off me even for a day," soonyoung whispered in your ears, his tone full of adoration as he fished out his phone from his shorts,
elder kwon
- noona, y/n and i are having a movie marathon, don't disturb us.
you were so near, so near your edge, you were already near your second orgasm for the day and knowing soonyoung, you were in for so many more.
"i'm close soonie~" you whispered in his ear as you bit his earlobe, too drunk in your pleasure.
"cum princess, cum on the shorts of your boyfriend, show me how much you need me~" he cooed as you had your second release of the day, your body tired as you panted on his shoulder. he held you close to him as you came, stroking your back and head and saying how much of a good girl you are for him.
suddenly you heard the main door click as panic bubbled in your chest, soonyoung lightly kissed your forehead as he laid you down on his bed, he got up and turned on his tv, switching to any random series as he double checked if his door was locked.
"soonyoung~ i am so tired," you mumbled, your voice hazy to even yourself as your body writhed from the overstimulation.
soonyoung removed his hoodie in a swift motion, his abs now on full display as you felt yourself turned on again, you couldn't help it! your boyfriend was really hot.
"come on princess, you can do a couple more, can't you?" he whispered, his tone so soft that your heart almost melted, he got out of his shorts and underwear which were stained with your cum as you gulped.
there would never be a day when you weren't in awe of his dick.
"come on princess," soonyoung came towards you as he stroked your slit with his cock, you moaned out of anticipation, rolling your body forward you yearned for any friction, "knew you could do it," he groaned as his cock caressed your folds, slowly he entered inside you, his cock stretching you out, gasping as your folds clenched around him, you were still so tight, so hot.
"you take me so well baby," soonyoung whispered as his kissed you lips, he gave you sometime to adjust to him, you could feel his cock twitching, soon he started moving, his pace fast from the get go.
"so tight baby, so filthy— ah, wanting to fuck me in my parents' house, you're a bad girl aren't you?" he growled in your ears as his words turned you on even more, tears escaping your eyes due to overstimulation as you moaned along with your boyfriend, your pussy still aching from your past releases as soonyoung filled you up even more, you were losing your mind, you could feel his dick hitting all the spots. soonyoung's hand groped your breasts as he attached his lips to one of your breast, providing you more and more stimulation.
your eyes rolled back, you could see stars.
"ya dumb yet baby?" soonyoung growled as he could see the outline of his cock in your abdomen, his heart swelling.
"you feel it?" he asked, his hand touching your abdomen as he thrusted in you. "you feel my cock stretching you?"
"so big— so tired, so full, soonie~" you moaned, rolling your hips along with him.
you couldn't form sentences at all, silly words dripping from your lips as you chanted your boyfriend's name, too on edge.
"who do you belong to princess? whose cock do you beg for everyday?" hoshi inserted his thumb in your mouth as you sucked on it, trying to keep your voice down.
"yours, oh god, yours hoshi— yours— ah" you whimpered as you came, your voice heavy as you nearly screamed.
soonyoung got even wilder if he could as he fucked you through your high, approaching his own high as pulled out from you, pumping himself he came on your breasts, his cum coating your body as now both of his clothes were ruined— his hoodie and his shorts.
he sighed as you looked at you, your pretty tear stricken face contorted in pleasure as you whimpered and writhed with over stimulation.
soonyoung lightly caressed your face as he kissed you all over, a grin on his face as hugged you closer to him.
"so tired, soonie, so full, yours~"
"come on baby, i will wash you up, alright? you're my baby" he whispered as he kissed the side of face, his eyes soft— only for you.
... continuation of the ask i sent to alicia T_T
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i saw ur requests were open and i don’t know if u do these but can u do a type of bfs post? like a soonyoung is the type of bf to… post! ur writing is so cute i think this type of piece will be so fun to read ^_^
ahh that’s so cute!! i could give it a whirl anon, i hope u like it!! soonyoung will be the death of me
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bf!soonyoung who loves to hide small special somethings around the house for you to find after a bad day. could be anything from your favourite chocolate bar to tickets to a movie you’ve been meaning to see. smiles shyly at you when you find them and returns the hug you give him a hundred times tighter.
soonyoung who’s super touchy. he places soft kisses on the back of your hand every single time he holds one of yours. his hands will always snake behind you if he’s sat next to you and play with your hair. won’t hesitate to leave drawn out kisses to your lips when you’re at the table with friends. he’s so lucky to have you, PDA be damned.
bf!soonie who has a tiny subconscious possessive streak. he’ll shoot withering glares at anyone who so much as looks at you the wrong way. will make his presence as your boyfriend more prominent with a firm hand around your waist when you both meet new people at dinners or parties. soonyoung who will whine over the phone when you tell him the barista at your cafe was vaguely, maybe, possibly, flirting with you. “babyyy, you should’ve let me come with you, of course he wants you”.
bf!soonyoung who will drop everything the second he hears you’re not doing well. down with a fever and he’s next to you in bed with a cold towel wrap and medicine. overwhelmingly bad day and you’re tucked into his chest on the couch, his hoodie still damp with your tears but he doesn’t care. he’ll stroke your hair and press soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks until you doze off. papercut? he’ll shake his head in mock judgment but still carefully wrap a band-aid around your finger with a quick kiss to the area.
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