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cb97breathing · 11 months
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~Daechwita (Chan x Reader / Hyunjin x Reader) - @cb97percent ~ I'd Tell You To Prove It - @smuttystraykidsthoughts ~Fueled By Love - @thevampywolf ~Death By A Thousand Cuts - @straylightdream
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~Favorite Girl by @hyunnieshannie ~Silk Ties - @daceydeath ~Do you feel my hand? It is there. - @blossomwritesthings
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~Loveless (Changbin / Hyunjin) - @jl-micasea-fics ~A Familiar Face - @skz317cb97
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~ Kkami by @hyunnieshannie ~Star Lost With You - @hyunjinspark ~The Boy is Bad News - @milkandhyunnie ~ Let's Stay Like This Forever - @smuttystraykidsthoughts
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~ EX by @hyunnieshannie ~ Close by @hyunnieshannie ~ Half Time Show - @cas-skz
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~Suggest pls
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~Suggest pls
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~Too Drunk for this by @hyunnieshannie
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~ SKZ Reacts to you having their bubble Part 1 | Part 2 by @hyunnieshannie ~
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~ Be a Good Girl by @hyunnieshannie
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serendipminie · 4 months
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Sooooooooo remember that moodboard I made for @224-12 for my ask game?
I’m now writing a vampire au for Seunghyub.
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hyubcore · 1 year
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[2:03 am]
you knocked on the window softly. your heart beat harder in your chest as you waited for the glass to be lifted by the boy on the other side, the boy you so intensely longed for.
jaehyun looked up at you as he pulled the blinds away, bringing his bright face into full view. you smiled small and he lifted the screen, crawling out of the window, standing in front of you.
"what are you doing?" he asked, voice quiet. "it's so late, you can't—"
"i was missing you. i always miss you."
jaehyun sighed, grabbing your hand. "we can't keep doing this. it's not...it's not right."
your parents hated jaehyun since the day they met. they found him too low for their standards of who you were supposed to be with—which to you, was complete bullshit. ever since, you had to keep your distance from jaehyun, only being able to see him in the late hours of the night.
you put your head on his shoulder. "i know i promised to stay away. but i can't keep my word—not when you're involved.
jaehyun put a hand on your head, carding his fingers through your hair. you leaned into his touch, savoring the moment, as you weren't sure if it'd be the last.
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nfthirstybites · 5 months
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THE SURPRISE
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"Happy Birthday, Seunghyub!" you muttered under your breath, practicing the lines that you were planning to tell Seunghyub in front of the mirror at the women's comfort room.
You held a deep sigh as you felt your heart throbbing so fast.
No matter what you do you can't ease the nervousness away.
You gave yourself one last glance into the mirror, checking if the long trench coat perfectly fits you before making your way to Seunghyub's studio.
Working hours are over and only a few staff are around.
And knowing how diligent Seunghyub is, you know that he was still working on his studio, even in late hours.
The throbbing of your heart won't fade away and the closer you get to his studio, the faster it becomes.
You actually both feel nervous and scared at the same time.
Because you think Seunghyub is mad at you. He had been ignoring you for the rest of the day after asking him why he was anticipating a gift from you.
Truth is, you actually know it's his birthday. You just wanna make fun of him.
But his sulky Seunghyub didn't buy it and took the joke seriously.
You held one more deep sigh before knowing at the studio's door and he answered instantly after.
The serious look on his face tells you that he was not really pleased to see you, that you even think that he wouldn't let you come in.
"What can I do for you?" You heard Seunghyub ask with his stern voice, folding his arms as you locked the door behind you.
"Are you busy?" You still dare to ask the obvious even though you instantly notice the scattered papers and his notebook on his table.
"Obviously," he answered, sarcastically.
But you ignored his sarcasm and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.
He didn't say anything and just watched you settle yourself.
"So what do you want?" He asked again, staring as if he was scanning you.
The beating of your heart doubled with the thought of him noticing your surprise.
His eyes move down and up until finally reaching your eyes, locking you into gaze.
You manage to look away instantly.
"If you really have something to tell me, hurry up coz I dont really have much time to play games with you today," you heard him say bitterly as he moved his gaze back to his monitor.
And now you struggle to find words to say until your eyes catch the can of beer that he is probably drinking.
"Nothing! I just wanna drink with you," you told him foolishly, grabbing the beer can instantly and taking a sip of it.
"Yah!! You are not drinking!" He cried, scolding you, taking away your hand immediately.
And you almost choke because of the bitter taste of beer on your mouth.
"Seriously, what are you doing? Are you already out of your mind?" He scolded you once more, handing you his water tumbler and some tissues.
"Sorry…" you muttered shyly, feeling really embarrassed and ashamed of yourself.
"Just stay still if ever you feel yourself getting dizzy," he added as he started working on his computer again. "And please just tell me what you really want,"
You don't know whether it was the alcohol or your free will but you just found yourself dragging Seunghyub closer to you.
"THERAPY!" you cried, giggling as you felt the heating of your cheeks.
And you caught him by surprise when you kissed his lips all of a sudden.
You instantly break the kiss amd.you giggled once more when you saw how shocked he was.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he blurted out, feeling your kiss.
You only giggle as you brush your lips against his for the second time, showering him sweet but aggressive kisses.
And it didn't take long for him to respond, making the kiss even longer.
You only break the kiss when both of you are completely out of breath.
Both of you are now panting as you notice Seunghyub staring at you with dark eyes, probably thinking of how to undress you.
You can't stop giggling when you see the look on his face.
"More?" you asked, teasing him as you found his way down his pants and kneel in front of him.
"Yah, what the hell do you think you are doing?" He hissed annoyingly at you.
You didn't answer, instead you moved your hand up and down along his now visible bulge.
You giggled once again when you heard Seunghyub groaning.
"Don't you dare tease me! " he growled in between deep breaths.
Now you are sure it was the alcohol when slowly unzips and pulls down his pants, revealing his now angry manhood.
"DON'T TEASE ME!" Seunghyub hissed at you once more.
But you answered him with silly giggles again as you started stroking his manhood up and down.
You hear him groan as you lick the tip of his length before slowly pushing it inside your mouth.
A smile curved on your lips as you watched Seunghyub groan and moan as you started sucking the tip of his manhood while pumping the base at the same time.
The sound of his deep breaths while his manhood went in and out of your mouth makes you feel things too.
You pull out instantly as you feel his member twitch inside your mouth.
You giggled once again at the sight of his juices spilling.
"YAH!" He blurted, panting. "That was it?"
You then slowly stood up in front him and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat that you are wearing.
"This is my gift," you told him, finally revealing your perfectly naked body.
"Happy Birthday, Lee Seunhyub " you greeted, giggling again.
A smirk curved on Seunghyub's lips before he pulled you to his arms and gave you more aggressive kisses.
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snoos-tattoos · 10 months
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Me and @jiungsbutterflytattoo : "let's go for a morning swim and spend the rest of our afternoon working on uni essays"
Also us: come home with kpop albums and brainstorm fanfic concepts together until dinnertime
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I got everybody except for Hun. Man's playing hard to get 😤
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Also got my oxygen, my meaning of life of course ~~~
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kbandtrash · 1 year
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Fell From the Sky (Hwayugi-inspired AU) (Part 4)
~Rachel~
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When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.
Cha Hun x Reader
(It has been a year almost to the day since part 3 lol if anyone actually reads this series I'm so sorry but I promise the next part will be the last one)
Warnings: mentions of violence, near-death experience
Word Count: 3.3k
“I think I fell in love with a human,” Kwangjin said, avoiding your gazes. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”
You and Hun exchanged worried glances with each other; you had never expected this, especially from Kwangjin.
“Your options are the same as ours,” you stated solemnly. You can continue meeting her in secret, you could descend to be with her…”
“Or I could come forward,” Kwangjin said. He didn’t like any of those options. “It’s so dangerous to visit the human world, but I’ve worked too hard to give up now.”
Two predicaments of love was too many. Hun leaned his head on your shoulder and you felt him sigh.
“How did you meet her?” you asked.
Kwangjin smiled. “Unexpectedly,” he answered.
The morning came hard and bright, without mercy. This was not the first time the boys had all ended up passed out at your house, but perhaps it felt more dangerous because there was some intent behind it this time.
Hun helped you pick the clothes that would aid your cause the most--that is to say nice, but not nice enough to appear prideful. Humble, but not humble enough to portray you as disposable. Luckily, the place the boys lived was close to you, so it wasn’t hard to stop at their place to pick something similar for Hun to wear. The others wanted to look nice as well, but they didn’t have the same pressure that the two of you faced. Everything had to be perfect, but those standards changed constantly and were nearly impossible to predict.
You approached the gates of the palace, and the boys stood supportively behind you and Hun. For the first time, you laced your fingers with his in public.
“Ah, I want to tease you,” Hwerseung sighed from behind you.
“Let’s see a kiss for good luck,” Seunghyub suggested cheekily.
You turned around to give him a dirty look as Hun protested vocally, but Jaehyun furthered the request. So the two of you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Two hundred years had passed, and what was the point of waiting any longer? So you obliged their silly demand, and as short as it was, it made your heart race. Perhaps soon you might get to do that whenever you wanted.
The stupid grin on Hun’s face must have matched yours. You felt confident now.
“Let’s go in,” Hun said. You nodded.
But the doors swung open on their own, revealing the court. The aura was a stark contrast from the joy you were sharing with your friends.
Your heart racing at a different beat, you looked again to Hun for reassurance. We’ll be fine, his expression seemed to say, although you could tell he wasn’t sure he believed that. So you entered the court and the gate closed behind you.
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“The elder gods were of a particularly bad temper that day,” Kwangjin recalled solemnly. “Even though lately, they’ve been less oppressive about courtship in the heavens,  they’re still volatile, and these two just ended up with the short end of the stick that day.”
“Did they force her to descend?” Hwan asked.
“No, she’s not descended like us,” Seungseok reminded him.
“They tried to end her life altogether,” Hun said, finally speaking up.
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“After all we’ve done for you?” one of the elders scoffed. “We gave you a second chance at ascension, and this is how you repay us?”
You tried to argue your case, but they were having none of it. “It’s been nearly two hundred y--”
“Your responsibilities to us outweigh your personal desires,” another deity snapped.
“Your arrogance is astounding,” another chimed in condescendingly.
You fell to your knees in a desperate bow. “Please,” you begged,” this is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”
Hun knelt next to you. “She has been nothing but obedient since the day she entered the gates of the heavens,” he pled, “and so have I.”
A discontented murmur raced through the council.
“Is this what you call obedience?” the eldest of the gods sneered, standing up and drawing their sword. They looked down at you and the eye contact sent chills down your spine. This was the end, and you knew it. “How impertinent.”
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“The elders were much angrier with her than they were with Hun, and they quite nearly killed her in their rage,” Kwangjin recounted solemnly. “We heard the commotion, and this could have been stupid of us, but we couldn’t do nothing. We opened the doors ourselves to try to intervene.”
Cheolmin’s eyes widened in shock. “And they still let you all live?”
Kwangjin wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. “We had to beg for our own lives before they would allow us to beg for hers, and even then, it didn’t look good for any of us.
“Until you stepped in,” Hun recalled.
Kwangjin lowered his head humbly. “I had my own reasons as well, you know that.”
“But it doesn’t change the fact that you saved everyone.”
Kwangjin looked up again, and there were tears in his eyes as he smiled. “I offered my status in the heavens as collateral,” he said. “I said I would descend if they would save her and leave the rest of them alone. Normally, I don’t think they would take a deal like that, but they were intrigued.”
Kwangjin’s phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the story.
“Ah, is it already that time?” Hwan asked, checking his watch.
“I can just tell her to meet me at home today,” Kwangjin said, unlocking his phone to answer the text.
“Why? Your wife hasn’t met Hun yet?” Seungseok wondered.
“She always meets you here after work,” Cheolmin added. “She’ll get suspicious.”
“We met once,” Hun said. “She helped me pick out the coat (Y/N) wore today.”
“That sounds like her,” Seungseok said with a smile, which quickly fell. “Does that mean she knows about (Y/N), too?”
“Not in detail, but she knows why I look after her,” Kwangjin answered, setting his phone down. “She’s coming like normal, so we should wrap up our story quickly.”
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The memory of the eldest deity’s sword piercing through your body woke you in a cold sweat. Your clock told you it was nearly 3 am, but you were wide awake now. The nightmare that had woken you felt too real to have just been a conjuration of your imagination, but it felt too far away to be true. As you grasped for the details of your dream, they disappeared, leaving a headache behind in their place.
Everything about the previous day had been so strange and so familiar. Truthfully, nothing about your life felt quite like it fit. You felt out of place from your surroundings and the people you knew, and now that you looked for them, all your memories were just out of reach. You had a feeling that Hun knew the answers because he was the only thing that had felt like he fit, maybe ever.
You curled up in your bed, trying to neutralize your pounding head by squeezing it between your arms. Tears leaked through your closed eyes as you tried to reach through the empty space to find something to hold onto, but it was trying to grab water. You knew there was something you missed terribly, and you felt it every day, but there was nothing you knew to be missing. 
Kwangjin’s restaurant made it feel better, and Hun had made you feel almost whole again, but that made no sense. You had never met him before--even though you had been in love with him for centuries.
You had been in love with him for centuries.
Centuries?
Images surfaced in your mind of a place, sunny and bright, where you had spent a long, long time. You knew it as somewhere you used to call home--and he had been there with you. That was the time you missed so much, and your heart ached more for it. 
While you still had the picture in your mind, you reached for your journal and wrote down everything you remembered. It felt more like an imaginative retelling of a dream, but you could feel it resonate in your heart as something that used to be part of you.
You woke up hours later with your journal and a pen still in your hand, the pages covered in not much more than chicken scratch. What of it that you could read was nonsense, and most of it was either, “I miss you,” or, “I love you.” Shaking your head and sighing, you closed the journal and set it back in its place on your nightstand. You must have slept terribly.
Looking at your clock, you realized you still had a few hours before you had to get up, so you gratefully wrapped yourself back up snugly in your sheets and dreamed another dream.
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Your grip on his hand and on reality became looser by the moment. Hweseung had tried to use some of his divine power to heal you, but it was pretty much useless against a wound inflicted by the elder gods. Your skin was ashen and cold from the blood loss, and even though Hun was shaking, he felt warm.
“Just a bit longer. You just have to hold on until sundown,” he encouraged you.
“I’ll never see you again, will I?” you whispered.
“I’ll find a way,” he promised. “I won’t let you be alone for long.”
His skin glowed in the golden hour of the sunset. You kept your focus on his eyes; his beauty distracted you from the pain, both from your wounds and from the thought of what would happen next. Your eyes welled up with tears as you fought for the strength to hold him in your arms.
The light was fading from the sky.
Kwangjin returned to the courtyard, the few things he was allowed to take with him wrapped up neatly in a bundle. “You’ll make it,” he assured you as he knelt down next to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”
You nodded weakly. “I’ll repay you,” you promised.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to repay.” He set his hand on Hun’s shoulder and then pulled him into an embrace. “Make sure Seunghyub eats enough. He looks too thin these days for how much he does.”
Hun realized the shift that was about to occur within their little group meant more than just you and Kwangjin going away. Responsibility was going to shift, and Kwangjin was leaving one last gift of guidance to help Hun manage it.
“Hit Jaehyun over the head if you need to--he needs to sleep whether he feels like it or not.”
Hun bit back a laugh with the tears that were threatening to spill.
“And even though Hweseung is cute, he knows it and he’s dangerous. Don’t let him get away with too much.”
You laid a light hand on top of Hun’s knee. “Let them help you, too,” you admonished. “Don’t be alone.” You reached for his arm and stroked it with your thumb. “Please.”
The last rays of the sun disappeared, and without knowing whether he accepted your counsel, so did your dream.
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You called into work sick, although it was ridiculous that you had to do that in the first place. You were a divine being; they should be shaking with fear and begging you to bless their company with good fortune.
With a pass of your hand over your burned coat sleeve, you restored it to its original state. You now recognized it as something Hun would have picked out for you, and it was now even more precious to you.
Having your memories stolen and your power repressed had never been mentioned as part of being sentenced to live on earth. You were done. You were far more powerful than you had ever let on, and at last, you were going to use it. However, now you were surrounded by mortals, and your anger made it hard to control your power, so you had to get out of here fast.
But you were not leaving without him.
Seungseok could feel you coming as soon as you got to the nearest subway station, and he was rightfully terrified. He knew he wasn’t the one who was going to get hurt, but he understood that that kind of power required a ridiculous amount of control, which you might not have right then.
“Hyung!” he shouted to Kwangjin. The store had yet to open, thankfully. “Hyung, she knows.”
Kwangjin understood what Seungseok meant by the sudden pallor of his face.
Hun was woken up by the buzz of Kwangjin’s wife’s phone, which was left for him in case of an emergency. 
“Hun, you have to come by the restaurant now.”
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around for his slippers. “You have three trained employees, and I am not one of them.”
“Hun,” Kwangjin snapped as the door to his restaurant flew open, “(Y/N) is here and she needs to talk to you now.”
Hun pulled the phone away from his face and looked at it. Had he actually just heard that? “I promised her I would tell her everything, remember? I can’t just go there because she’s curious.”
“No, you won’t need to tell her anything. She knows.”
This had to be a cool, wishful dream, because there was no way you had magically remembered everything overnight, not with whatever block they had placed on you. But, then again, you were determined and very powerful. If it could happen to anyone, it would be you.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He was still too tired to decide if this was real or not. His senses were all working fine, and his sense of balance was definitely correct. He definitely felt awake. The cold on his face outside definitely felt real, but even when he got to the restaurant and felt your aura, looked into your eyes, it felt impossible.
“You took too long,” you joked, really seeing him this time.
“I came as fast as I could.”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You took too long coming to find me here.”
He had left you alone on this world too long, you were right. He hoped you would let him make up for lost time, and he was not disappointed as you pulled him into your arms. 
Your energy was wide open in allowing him to feel all of your emotions. He was worried that it was so strong that the humans might feel it, but at the same time, he knew that this was only for him.
“We have to go back,” you said. “I need to make sure they know they made a mistake.”
Hun hid his face in your shoulder. “I just want to hide here for a little bit.”
“The longer you’re here, the longer the others are in danger,” you reminded him, but your tone was understanding. “I can’t let anything else happen to them.”
He held you just a little tighter for a moment. “Okay.” he conceded. “I think the kids want to talk to you first, though.”
Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok had been watching you not so subtly from the kitchen. Now that you knew who you were, you recognized them, too.
“Oh, I do know you boys,” you noted. “Where’s the fourth one?”
Hun cut in. “He’s ours now. You know we’re always best when we’re five.”
Oh, that was uncommon. “You’ll have to tell me that story another time,” you said, “after I get some revenge.”
Hun held you at an arm’s length to take you in. “You’re very different than you were before they forced you out,” he remarked.
He was right about that. You used to take anything, do anything asked of you. You were so quiet, especially as the time led up to your plans to come forward. He was relieved to see you changed like this.
“I’f fighting for you now--for us. Things are going to have to change.” You looked back over at the boys in the kitchen, and over to Kwangjin sitting at a table pensively. “You don’t want any part of this, though, do you?”
Kwangjin almost laughed as he shook his head. “I’m happy here now. I wouldn’t mind a visit every now and then, but I would never go back if I were given the choice.”
You looked back at the kids. “And you?”
“It’s been hard,” Cheolmin stepped forward, “but I think I would have to say the same.”
Hwan nodded. “It may be a bit boring, but it’s safe.”
“We get to choose what to do with our own lives now,” Seungseok said, “and that was something we would never have gotten to do as divine beings.”
“Our only duty is to ourselves and the people we love,” Kwangjin agreed.
The sentiment was so wonderful that you wished you could join them, but as you looked back at Hun and you thought of your friends and all the other divine beings you had met and loved, you knew your fate was going to be much different than that of Kwangjin and the boys.
“We should go.”
Hun nodded in agreement, although he was starting to think that being human would be a pretty nice deal, too. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” You raised an eyebrow and he glanced over at the other boys. “Maybe not in front of them, though, maybe.”
“Whatever you’re about to do, please go far away, because I don’t want to know,” Seungseok said, averting both his eyes and his whole body from the two of you. “I’m already getting so much TMI from the energy you’re both spewing right now.”
“Message received,” you laughed. “We’ll return and report once we win our fight.” Cheolmin opened his mouth for one more request, but you beat him to it. “And I will personally make sure that Dongsung stays safe.”
The boys exploded into touched whispers. “She remembered his name,” Cheolmin said with a sniffle.
“He’s our precious baby now. We take good care of him, too,” Hun told you.
“Even Hweseung?” you asked, surprised. “He’s not jealous?”
“Especially Hweseung.”
Now that your power was freed, you noticed that there was a lot that you didn’t think was there before. It was entirely possible that the elders had sealed away your power, and now that you felt the full extent of your broken seal, you were almost sure that had happened, because you felt as powerful as an elder god.
So, as you and Hun walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, you used some of this new power to take you to your apartment in an instant. You took advantage of your privacy immediately. You pulled him as close as you could get him, and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it.
He wasn’t expecting it, but he leaned into it, losing his bearings as quickly as he had gained them. This new confidence of yours was dangerously attractive, and he was a little scared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you now.
It really would be nice just to hide here for a bit like a human, but the sooner you returned to the heavens, the sooner he would be able to marry you properly, and then he could be all yours.
As his heart pounded and he gasped for breath, he told you it was time to leave. He kept to himself that if you didn’t go now, then it was going to be hard for him to keep controlling himself.
You were still almost as close as two people could be. He leaned his head forward so his forehead touched yours, and the next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your old house in the heavens.
Part 5
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fujikasa · 1 year
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hi michel! it's great to finally message you off anon! 🫶 (studioweus is a sideblog 😅)
i only got up to ep 2 of seunghyub's camp (summer edition) and it's so entertaining so far!! haha i wanted to keep watching 😭 the members are just effortlessly funny. esp the guess the member by their scent game LOL
ooh now that you mention seunghyub setting the main point in english, that's even more admirable 🥺🥺🥺 and yes definitely!! it's perfect for intl n.fia to pick up on 😭 the "don't be afraid of mistakes" in song bird is also such a powerful line!! (i should look up the eng lyrics transl to this song haha)
i've been listening to firefly more since you mentioned the lyrics, so i've come to appreciate this beautiful song more 🥺 also i accidentally left out the word 'empty' in my edit ffjdkdkd but we'll pretend it's there. i need a closed eyes emoji 😩
i hope you're having a good holiday/christmas!! ☺️ take care~ -studioweus
hi frankie, happy new year! i hope you had a relaxing holiday ^^ i loved your gift so much i audibly gasped 😭🫶 so no worries about the missing ‘empty’ at all! isn’t firefly just so so good??? i’m so glad they finally performed it live for &con3 (and if they perform it during the US tour… my life will be complete). i’m also happy that you’re enjoying seunghyub’s camps so far! they and the staff really just be coming up with the silliest activities lmao 😭
after you pointed out their lyrics i also looked up some more and they always sound so good even based on the loose (?) translations online. i really like this verse in flashback:
언젠가 네가 말하던 그 사랑 얘기에
착각 속 살았던 날 다시 돌아본대도
행복해 말하던 너의 표정의 의미가
놓쳐버린 행복인 걸 알겠죠
(off topic but i also really love onewe’s lyrics omg parting is just insane. there’s a line from star that inspired a fanfic i drafted too. one day i hope to write something inspired by an n.flying lyric 😭🙏)
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kingsunboo · 2 years
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What are ur Top 10 biases? Favorite food? Favorite scent? Favorite animal? Favorite blog or Favorite mutuals?
In mostly no order:
Sanggyun (JBJ95)
Jeongin (Stray Kids)
Xiumin (EXO)
Seungwoo (Victon)
Yonghoon (Onewe)
Sanha (Astro)
Lisa (Blackpink)
Jaehyun (N.Flying)
Johnny (NCT)
Keonhee (Oneus)
Beans and rice is one of my favorite meals for sure, the scent of a wick after you blow it out, probably biased of me but I'll say foxes but I also LOVE lizards if you count them 😅) and for favorite blogs, there's @meafides @zeegeetee @dashingwishes and I follow a lot of lovely fanfic blogs omg (@ all my writer moots I love you 💖) I also love all of my own blogs, the taste is exquisite lol thank you for asking
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hidinginthef0g · 2 years
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Thanks for tagging me @rinna0017
Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better!
Favourite piece of clothing you own?
I have an Adidas jacket I try not to use every day. It goes well with everything and I feel so nice in it.
Favourite time of the year?
I have to go with spring, because it`s the end of “ the dark time” and the summer is near.  +  The temperature is perfect (for me)
Favourite song?
Ooh, this is a hard one. I listen to a lot of different stuff so it changes quite often. But right now it`s 4242 by N.Flying. 
Comfort food?
Creamy Shrimp Pasta (don`t even ask)  
Do you collect something?
When I was younger I used to collect Spice Girls photocards and Pokemon cards, but now it`s just.. tattoos maybe
Favourite drink?
Water with mango flavor, loves it. 
Favourite fanfic?
don`t have any
Wanted to tag someone because I would like to get to know people here, but I`m too shy.  Trying though. 
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emeraldbabygirl · 3 years
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N.Flying reaction to you being on your moon
So I decided to write a thing. I’m not sure if this is a reaction but I know it’s not a headcannon..at least I don’t think it is. And I wanna start with this one and from here on out write the titles at the top and fix any previous works that are framed like this so it looks better? I’m still trying to figure out how I want my layouts to look like. Btw for some reason tumblr is whack and it’s not showing me any gifs of N.Flying except for like five and they’re all recent from the Moonshot mv and it’s not what I’m looking for. It’s been happening with me a lot not whenever I search for a gif it only spits up a few and they are recent like everything else got deleted? Idk it could be a bug on my end or just tumblr doing its stupid thing so this reaction unfortunately won’t have gifs :( I’m sorry
Seunghyub: Seunghyub was a man that would come running to you at the drop of a hat. He was very gentle and understanding with you while you were on your moon and he loved showering you with cuddles and kisses in hopes it would cheer you up cause he knew how moody you could get. You came home from work and not meaning to sound like a bitch you grumbled at his friendly greeting. Seunghyub was too smart to frown as he knew you couldn’t help it. He followed you down the hall entering you room and then the bathroom to draw you a nice bubble bath. He figured the light might be to harsh if you had a headache so he lit a couple candles around and found you in your room attempting to crawl into bed with your work clothes still on. “Darling come here I drew you a nice bubble bath.” He said pulling you out of bed. You grumbled and attempted to fight him like a cat afraid of water. “Come on now you don’t want to sleep in your clothes. You’ll feel better after a bath huh?” You huffed in defeat as Seunghyub led you into the bathroom. Helping you with your clothes he held your hand as you stepped in the warm water. You immediately sighed and began relaxing. Seunghyub let you close your eyes as he gently washed your hair and scrubbed your back. “Thank you for this Seunghyub really. And the candles are cute.” You smiled warmly at him. Seunghyub hands are covered in bubbles but he still cups the side of your face to kiss you. “Anytime Darling.”
Chahun: For the most part you were calm as far as mood on your period but your cravings for random foods and your appetite always increased. Chahun has picked you up from work and you were passing every fast food place and restaurant in the universe. Well that’s what it felt like. “Hunnnnn I want fried chicken..or a hamburger. Look there’s a sushi restaurant right there let’s get something to eat pleaseeee” you whined pressing your face against the window. “It’s late love, we’re going home. I’ll fix you something then okay?” Chahun said. You appreciated and loved Chahun cooking for you but you wanted greasy food right now and you felt bad about him always cooking despite you knowing full well how to. “Chahun..don’t you think you cook too often for me? I mean..wouldn’t you like a break? Besides I really want to go out.” The rest of the ride was silent. You sat at the table in sweats and watched Chahun shuffle around the kitchen. You loved watching him cook you just felt bad that he was always doing it and even when you weren’t hungry he still insisted. You felt even worse when you were on your period. Chahun finished up and plated food for both of you landing a kiss on the top of your head before placing your food in front of you. “I know you want fast food and I know you think I cook to much for you but I think home cooked meals are better on your tummy, especially during your lady time. Also you are my girlfriend and I enjoy cooking for you as a sign of love. Now eat up and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the evening.” You smiled taking a bite of food. Chahun was too sweet.
Jaehyun: Jaehyun always did his absolute best to cheer you up whenever you were having your monthly and most of the time he could get a smile out of you. Tonight though you were laying on the couch in tears from the cramps you were having and Jaehyun couldn’t seem to cheer you up. He tried jokes, dancing goofy, breaking one of his sticks on purpose but nothing was working, you were in too much pain. Jaehyun kneeled in front of you moving your hair away from your face so he could wipe the tears that were falling. “Sweetie I’m sorry you’re so much pain..is there anything I can do?” Jaehyun was sad seeing you like this. “Rip out my uterus please” you said. This sent Jaehyun into a laughing fit. The sudden outburst from him and seeing him roll around on the floor from how silly you were being put a small smile on your face but that went away when you got a cramp the felt like you got kicked really hard in the stomach. Jaehyun settled down and noticed your silent suffering. “Hey, let’s lay down on the bed it’s probably more comfy. I can make you some tea and..” Jaehyun stopped talking. You probably didn’t feel like getting up. Jaehyun decided to just sit with you and comfort you as best he good. He heated up a hot pack and placed it on next to your side. Running his hand through your hair helped you relax a little and the hot pack slowly started to help with the cramps. Jaehyun covered you up with a blanket as you drifted off to sleep and quietly cleaned up the living room.
Hweseung: Hweseung was use to how moody you were. He comforted you whenever you cried wheather it was cramps or you got sad, he bought you your comfort foods when you were hungry and cranky and he even put up with your random laughing fits. He knew how your emotions could get on your time of the month but he was confused this month as you kept initiating sex. You weren’t normally like this and poor Hweseung didn’t know how to go about it. “Fuck me Hweseungggg” you blurted out while you to were on the couch watching tv. Hwesung was so surprised he nearly spit out his tea. “W-what?” Hweseung said after catching his breath. Did he hear you right? “Come on I’m hornyyyy” you whined starting to attack his neck with your lips. “Babe, do you really feel like having sex right now? It’s messy and you might hurt more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..also you don’t want to get pregnant now do you?” Hweseung was very aware of the ovulation cycle and knew that today would be the best time to have sex if you were looking to make mini yous. “Yesss let’s make lots of babies please Hweseung. Fuck me I’ll feel better.” You said against his neck. Hweseung sat as you cuddled and crawled all over him. Hweseung himself wasn’t fond of the idea of period sex at all. He definitely thought it was a bad idea while you were menstruating but he didn’t want to upset you. After contemplating for awhile and going over the possibilities of you actually getting pregnant he decided he would go through with it. But he took to long as he could hear your light snoring as you must’ve conked out from exhaustion. Hweseung sighed in relief seeing you out with your head on his lap. You looked like a cat, it made Hweseung smile. He repositioned your head in a more comfy direction and rubbed your lower back while he continued to watch tv. He chuckled to himself at the thought of you falling asleep during sex. You were just too tired and you needed your sleep.
Dongsung: Dongsung was really good to you around your time of the month. He would give you hot packs if you were having cramps, cook for you or order anything you wanted, draw you baths or set clothes out for you after a shower. He would tend to your every need and you were thankful but he was always running around too much. “Dongsung,” you said coming out of your room after changing from your work clothes. Dongsung practically rushed to your feet with a concerned look. He was always so adorable it made you sad that he felt he had to tend to your every need. “Is everything okay babe?” He asked worry in his voice. You sighed. “Can we just watch a movie tonight. You always work so hard to help me and I just want you to stop and relax. Can we just have an easy night tonight? Please?” Dongsung nodded quietly and grabbed your hand and you both walked to the living room. “Can I still make popcorn though?” You smiled out how perfectly silly he was. “Yes of course, but hurry up please I wanna cuddle.”
I did Hweseung’s last so sorry if it’s kind of crappy towards the end. It took me two hours to finish this cause I was distracted from vibing to N.Flying lmao. Anyway I wanted to make this cause I’m in my N.Flying feels again and I just thought this would be a nice lil thingy. (Also side note I feel like Hweseung would be really sweet and neat during sex in general and even more so if it was period sex even though period sex is gross and messy but I just wanted to add all the aspects and things around your moon time)
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seung-jjanq · 2 years
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crying, shitting, throwing up. just found out seunghyub pays for his hoobaes' meals and not mine
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yinxiong · 4 years
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my crime (was loving you)
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muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)
genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff
word count: 3575
warnings: none
summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.
notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3
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Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.
Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.
It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.
Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.
Not even to her.
Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.
(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)
Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.
She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?
After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.
(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.
Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.
At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)
But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.
“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.
“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”
She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.
“Did you just call me pretty?”
He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”
She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.
So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.
“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”
“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.
“Why not?”
I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.
“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”
(I’d rather be the only one you have.)
“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”
We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.
“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”
(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)
He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”
The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”
“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”
“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”
He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”
She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”
(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.
But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.
After all, it’s never real in the end.)
“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.
“Who?”
“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”
Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”
“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”
“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”
“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.
“What the hell?”
“Shocking, I know,” Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”
Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”
“Looked like what?”
Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.
“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”
Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.
“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.
“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.
Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.
“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”
Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”
She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.
“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”
It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”
So she waits.
Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.
“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.
But that’s none of her business, really.
“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”
A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.
“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”
Her heart stops.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”
The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.
“Why?”
“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”
And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.
“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”
From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.
His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”
“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”
“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”
She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.
“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”
Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.
Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.
(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)
A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they 
(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)
Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.
Oh no.
(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)
Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.
That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.
“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”
She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”
“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”
Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”
That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.
Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.
“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”
He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”
“I know.”
Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”
“I know.”
He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”
Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.
“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”
“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.
He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”
“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”
His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.
“What—”
“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”
She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.
“You mean that? All of that?”
“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”
“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”
Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”
He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”
She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.
To kiss him.
A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.
When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.
“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”
Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”
“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”
“Can I pay in more kisses?”
She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”
(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)
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fin.
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kpop-cakepops · 4 years
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I Hate Love...
Hi all! I wrote this one with no name so you all can choose your bias to imagine this with. I personally wrote this with someone like SVT Wonwoo or NCT Jaehyun in mind. Idk, they were the only two people that came to my mind as I wrote it, but for sure let me know who you pictured as the guy in this piece.
Inspired by Muriel Box’s “I hate love..” quote.
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If I’d been half as smart about our love as she had been, maybe then I’d still be the one sitting next to you. 
If I’d been smarter, if I’d been funnier, if I’d been more affectionate, If I’d been prettier... so many “if’s” in my mind and none of them held answers, None of those if’s could tell me how we amounted to what we are now. 
Strangers.
Living together but separate, sleeping on the same bed but unaware... when did we become like that? When did we become those people? When did you stop loving me? When did you start looking at her the way you did me? When did I start noticing? When?
It started with an hour in the studio, an hour that suddenly became 3 days and 3 days were suddenly a surprise company retreat for the release of your song together... The same retreat that fell on our anniversary week. The same week I canceled the surprise trip to Venice because I simply “wouldn’t dare raining on your parade.” I was scared... a part of me knew you would have chosen to go on that retreat even if I hadn’t.
I used to love lunch. Watching you eat my food made me the happiest, I think. It was one of the only things only I got to enjoy, and suddenly even that was gone. There was no more expectancy in your eyes when I pushed the door of the studio open. I was suddenly greeted with a “I’m sorry, I already got lunch with her” instead of the usual “you’re finally here.” I don’t think you ever realized just how many times I had to force myself to smile and say that it was okay, that I’d see you once you got home, only for you to get home when you thought I was asleep.
The ending was probably the worst. I wasn’t surprised at all when she sent me a picture of you in her bed. She was evil for it, but in a sense, she was doing what she could to keep you by her side, even if it meant destroying the empty remnants of the relationship we had. She was fighting for you, and I... I didn’t have it in me to even try anymore. The only thing left for me to do was pack my things and try to make a run for it before you got home. 
Life hasn’t ever been the nicest to me. That’s why you were home early for the first time in 6 months. There you were standing at the door to our bedroom staring at my moving figure through glassy eyes, and there I was pretending you didn’t exist. You moved silently to my luggage and started taking it out, as if you had any right to do so, as if a simple unpacking would prompt me to stay. 
Before I knew it I was crying for you. Always the fool, I turned into the sobbing wreck I’d hidden from you all those months, because I didn’t want to hurt you, because I thought you loved me just as much as I loved you, but love isn’t like that. Love isn’t balanced. One person always loses. I lost. 
You tried to hold me in hopes of... of what? Of making me feel better? While you still reeked of her perfume? The same perfume that had haunted me for nights on end. How could you possibly think I wanted you to hold me? Why did you look so shocked when I shoved you away from me? Why were you looking at me as if I was the one leaving you?! Why?! WHY?! Why is it suddenly my fault?
You’ve been calling me a lot recently. Our mutual friends always tell me that you’ve stopped seeing her or that you miss me, but I act as if I didn’t hear them. Just because you don’t see her anymore, doesn’t erase the fact that you betrayed me like you did, it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t love me like I do... it doesn’t erase the possibility of you hurting me again.
Thanks to you, I decided not long ago that I hate love. I hate being in love and I never want it to happen to me again. 
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hyubcore · 1 year
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you bite your tongue as you try not to cry while jaehyun holds you close. you squeeze him tight, savoring the feeling of his arms around you.
"i'll miss you, dummy," you say quietly as he lets you out of his embrace. you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes, for you know if he were to see them, he'd make fun of you for crying and never let you live it down. you smile as you look up at him, and he tilts his head, looking at you admirably. you loved jaehyun, he was your best friend, and you were going off to college for the year, which was always a hard departure to make. he was your rock; you grew up together, you had become closer than ever.
"i have to tell you something before you go," jaehyun said softly, grabbing your hands. you guys held hands before, but never like the way he held yours in that moment. you wanted to cry again. "i really like you. more than a friend. and i'm sorry if that ruins things, but you deserve to know. it's not something i wanna keep to myself anymore."
your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to speak, but no words came out. you bit your lip, and jaehyun dropped your hands. "you don't have to say anything. just know that i love you, a lot."
you hugged him tight again. he slowly but surely hugged you back, and you kissed the area of his neck that you could reach. you felt his cheek swell against your head as he smiled to himself.
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nfthirstybites · 1 year
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"MARKED"
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I was sitting quietly at Seunghyub's couch at his studio when my crazy friend sent me a selfie. 
I instantly noticed the purple-pinkish  bruise on her neck.
"Hey, what's on your neck? Who bite you?" I replied to her 
My friend just sent me a laughing emoji. 
"What's so funny?" I replied back. 
She sent another laughing emoji and replied after. 
"I bet you didn't know what a hickey is? Poor you," she said. 
"A what?!" 
Then she replied to me with a lengthy message explaining what it is and started bragging  how "insanely good" her boyfriend is, especially during sexy times. 
And now I feel so annoyed cuz the way she bragged about her boyfriend feels like he was some kind of sex god when my boyfriend, Lee Seunghyub, was a top tier. 
He was so GOOD on EVERYTHING and  when it comes to bed he was HOELY but GODLY. 
Now I can't help looking at my busy boyfriend. His  eyes glued to his computer  while wearing his huge headphones and was obviously focused on working. 
While staring at him, I started wondering if he ever gave one mark to me too. 
But the thing is, I can't remember anything. 
Now something inside me fires up and makes me feel more annoyed than ever. 
I pulled out a single chair from the side of his room  and sat beside him. 
"Oppa…" I muttered softly, calling him out. 
Seunghyub did not react at first. 
 "Babe…" I muttered one more, snuggling close to him, clinging my arm around his. 
"Hmmm?" 
He still didn't look at me but I heard the music volume fade from his headphones. 
"Do you love me?" 
And that question finally made him look at me.
He took off his headphones and turned to me. 
"Now I wonder  where this conversation is going?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, folding his arms on his chest. 
"Are you that bored and you're trying to pick a fight?" 
"NO! I was just purely asking," I said, grinning  
"Then, what do you want? Are you hungry?" 
I saw him slide his phone that was laying on his desk towards me. "Go ahead and order something," 
"No! I want you to answer that!" I insisted. 
He looked at me with disbelief. 
"But babe you already know the answer to that," he reasoned. 
"It's just a YES  or a NO, why can't you just say it?" I told him whining as I poured my lips.
Seunghyub looked at me quizzically, obviously trying to figure out what I was thinking.
I saw him smiling, which had me wondering whether he finds me cute or he was starting to feel annoyed with me too. 
"Yup, you're just bored," he then said, coming up with an answer to his mind after staring at me for a moment. 
"No, I want a kiss," I murmured, looking away.
Damn, how am I supposed to tell him that I want him to give me a hickey? 
I'm not sure if he heard but suddenly pulled for a quick kiss. 
I was stunned and he caught me off guard that I didn't have time to react. 
"Just wait a little bit my love," I heard him say while patting my hair. "I'm almost done, we'll go home in a while," 
I saw him smile before his eyes pan away back to his monitor. 
And just like that I was defeated by him. 
I couldn’t help sulking when I realized that. But of course, my naughty self wouldn’t back down that easily. 
I watched as he worked on songs quietly beside and damn this guy never fails to look sexy while working and that thing never fails to turn me on. 
I found myself planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. 
He flinched and smiled for a moment and couldn't help but to feel proud for successfully distracting even for a bit..  
‘Coz we all know how serious and focused he was when he was working, it's not easy to disturbed and distract him. 
I decided to be playful and naughty even more, I moved my kisses down to his neck, laying soft nibbles on skin. 
But I was disappointed when he no longer flinched, had me thinking if he feels nothing or my kisses don't appeal to him. 
To my dismay, my soft nibbles turned into harsh ones that I started biting his skin hard. 
“OUCH!!!” he finally flinched. “YAH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he suddenly growled at me, with an angry look at his face. 
"WHY DID YOU BITE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?" 
I was trying my hardest  not to laugh and even though I know he wasn't that mad, I won't deny that still scaring the shit out of me. 
In fact, I could even hear the crazy beating of my heart. 
“Babe, what is wrong with you?” he asked me while touching the part that was bitten. I could still sense the annoyance through his voice. “I thought you weren’t trying to pick a fight?” 
“I am not, babe, I’m sorry,” I told him apologetically before pulling him into a hug. 
“I was just trying to give you a hickey,” I added, whispering. 
Seunghyub suddenly broke the hug and faced me. 
“A WHAT?!” 
He looked so surprised.
“A hickey…kiss mark,”  I answer shyly then I look away, feeling embarrassed.
“I heard you, but why?” 
“Coz… you never put on me before,” 
I could suddenly feel the heating of my cheeks. 
Now I can’t look at him straighly.. 
“What?! Babe are you sure you know what you are talking about?”
‘I do!” I answered. “They say that when your partner doesn’t do that it means he doesn’t really love you or you are not enjoying ‘that’,” 
I saw him grinned all of a sudden. 
“Babe, I told you to stop using that app,” he told me, still grinning. 
“What app? You mean tiktok? I didn't get that there that there, my friend told me,” 
“Then unfriend him/her now,” he joked, laughing. 
I started feeling annoyed and I gave him a look. 
“Whatever! You still never do that to me,” I said sulking, rolling my eyes on him as I looked away.
Seughyub smirked. “You talk as if you are so sure about it,” he teased. 
That made me look back at him. 
I really don’t remember seeing anything or I just didn’t notice. 
“You probably won’t notice it because I’m not putting it to the most visible parts,” Seunghyub continued teasing me and I stared at him, confusingly. 
And here goes another episode of me not knowing whether he was telling the truth or was just messing with me. 
And I hate it when I can't read his mind. 
I saw him smirking, teasing me more 'coz he knew how clueless I was. 
Making me feel annoyed even more. 
“LIAR! That's not true!" I hissed at him, annoyingly. 
"If you say so!" He answered, still teasing me as he went back to his computer again. 
I can't believe I was defeated for the second time. 
But my competitive self won't take my defeat. 
"LIAR!!!" I blurted out again. "You didn't even know how to it," 
I started teasing him.
He looked back at me instantly. 
I was shocked when he suddenly grabbed my arm and started kissing it. 
I close my eyes as I softly moan when he starts sucking my skin gently. 
And when he stopped, I was dumbfounded when I saw the mark on wrist. 
"Happy?" I heard him ask as he let go of my arm.
That wasn't what I wanted but I felt a smile curved on my lips. 
I knew I wanted something even more. 
"HEY! Do it to me properly," I told him, half protesting while flexing my neck. 
He burst out in laughter. 
"You really want me to do it there?" He asked again. "But you might not like the end result," 
"I don't care!" I blurted out, starting to feel impatient. 
Why do I feel this guy is testing me?
I love him so much but sometimes, I feel like changing my mind when he suddenly starts to be annoying. 
Seunghyub just laughed at what I said.
"No! Let's continue this at home," he said firmly and went back to his work after. 
While I finally lost it. 
I already knew I could never win over him. 
I went back on the couch sulking. 
I was so mad that I felt like throwing my phone at him. 
I know Seunghyub could see me sulking through my reflection on his other monitor. 
I could still hear him laughing at me while my eyes were fixed on my phone. 
I glanced at him for a moment and our eyes  met at the reflection and I mouthed 'I hate you' at him and he just chuckled. 
The next thing I knew he was already beside me on the couch, pulling me for a hug. 
But I pushed him away. 
But because he was really strong, he still successfully trapped me into his arms and showered my lips with sweet but aggressive kisses.
I was still mad so I still tried to push him away and tried not responding to kisses. 
But Seunghyub, as the naughty one, suddenly pulled my shirt up. 
He proceeded to unclasp my bra with one hand. 
His huge hands fell on bare skin as he started toying it playfully before placing my nipples inside his lips, sucking it hard. 
That made me  moan his name out loud. 
He let go of my nipples and showered my lips with aggressive kisses once again, letting his tongue explored my mouth playfully. 
His kisses shifted down my neck while his huge hands caressed my breast gently. 
Soft moans escaped my lips again when I felt him lay soft nibbles on my neck and sucked it gently.
Suddenly the spark inside of me ignited. I could even feel  the wetness slowly building down there.  
Now I want something more than just making out or a hickey.
I tried pulling Seunghyub for a kiss but suddenly stopped. 
The dark smirk on his lips already tells me he is up for something annoying. 
"BABE, Let's just continue this at home," 
I felt like punching him when I heard say that. 
Feeling really mad, I pushed him away immediately and fixed myself. 
He even tried to help me with my bra but I shove his hand away.
I lost again when he grinned at me. 
I stormed out of his studio and went to the comfort room to calm myself. 
But I don't know why when some of the staff saw me, they started throwing judging stares at me like there was something strange on me. 
'Coz I'm in the mood too, I ignored them. 
When I reached the women's comfort room, I received a call from Seunghyub.
"Babe, where are you? You forgot to wear my jacket," he said instantly on the other line.
"For what?" I answered, annoyingly. "I'm at the comfort room," 
"Check yourself in the mirror, babe," he told me, still grinning. 
I felt like my soul left my body when I saw what Seunghyub just did. 
A reddish-pinkish lays on my neck. And the size was really that eye-catching. 
No wonder why the staff stares at me like. 
"YAH! LEE SEUNGHYUB!" 
I heard Seunghyub laughing at the line. 
"I told you!" He said. "Wait for me there and let's go home, I'll give you more," 
And that was the last thing he said before he ended the line. 
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zerot0all · 4 years
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Oh this is my first time doing an ask. I was wondering if i could get 21 and 28 with Seunghyub from N.Flying 🖤
21. “If you’re bored…wanna have sex?”
28. “Mine.”
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“If you’re bored…wanna have sex?” Seunghyub questioned as he watched you scrolled through twitter on your phone after he ended his vlive. You always sat on the side, waiting for him to finish but tonight he took longer than promised and you got bored. After he mentioned sex, you were all ears, going to him immediately and unzipping his jeans. You stroked him a few times but your hunger to taste him took control.
“Mine.” You murmured just as you took his cock whole, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. Seunghyub smiled , loving the fact that he knew what got you excited. And as he began to moan softly, you sucked him till he came down your throat.
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