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niki-phoria · 2 months

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YOU'RE MY ONLY LOVE FROM HEAVEN

pairing: non idol!yeonjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 789

includes: mentions of studying, yeonjun is a little cocky, written with a jock x nerd dynamic in mind but it doesn't really come through lol

“you’re staring.” you just barely catch the mischievous glint in yeonjun’s eyes when he meets your gaze. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he props face against his hand.

“you’re handsome,” you retort. the flicker of surprise that flashes across his face fills you with pride. everything about yeonjun drips with confidence - from the relaxed way his eyes scan your expression to the compliments that leave his lips with ease - which only makes it all the more satisfying in those rare moments when you’re able to fluster him.

he’s smiling now, absentmindedly pushing a hand through his hair as he chuckles. with his bangs pushed back, even if only slightly, you’re fully able to see his features. there’s a barely noticeable pink tint on his plump lips. despite the eyebags you can see lingering underneath his eyes, you’ve never heard a complaint dare to escape his lips.

the report you were supposed to be writing is all but forgotten when yeonjun leans a little closer. the space separating you is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. he’s close enough for you to touch, but not enough to feel. it’s infuriating. and, even worse, yeonjun knows it.

“is your flirting always this bold?”

you cock your head at him in mock confusion, glancing back down at your still-open textbook in a poor attempt to return to your studying. “who said i was flirting?”

yeonjun only offers a soft hum in response. a momentary silence falls over the room. for a second, the only noise you can hear is the soft ticking of a lonely clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of how little time you have to finish your work.

unfortunately, your peace doesn’t last for long.

the chair beside you achingly scrapes against the floor before yeonjun slides into the seat beside you. his knees knock against your own as he dramatically opens his books, flipping mindlessly through the pages before he settles on his destination with a satisfied hum. “what did you get for number seven?”

the question is so innocuous it almost catches you off guard at first. you wait for a second, waiting for a snarky remark that never comes. “twelve.”

“thanks.”

when you turn to glance at yeonjun again, you’re almost shocked to see him already staring at you. it shouldn’t fluster you nearly as much as it does. he softly smiles, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair out of your face. “choi,” you do your best to sound intimidating, though you can even hear the way your words falter. his fingers trail along your jawline before finally settling against your cheek; his thumb gently brushes against your cheek.

“y/n,” he murmurs. yeonjun’s gaze lowers to stare at your lips before he meets your eyes once again. his touch feels like it’s igniting fires against your skin. “is this okay?”

you manage a simple nod in response. yeonjun smiles softly in return. you’re half expecting him to pull away, return to his playful teasing and maybe copy down a few of your answers onto his own paper. but he doesn’t.

instead, he leans in a little closer. your heartbeat is even faster than before. you feel hyper-aware of everything around you: yeonjun’s hand still resting against your cheek, the limited distance between your bodies, the way his gaze lingers on your lips for just a little too long.

yeonjun stops when there are still a few centimeters between your faces. there’s enough space for you to pull away - to turn back to your work and pretend like this never happened. to go back to the way it was before.

but you don’t. you don’t want to.

his lips part slightly. you’re not sure what he’s about to say.

your body moves faster than your mind. tentatively, you press your lips against yeonjun’s. a second passes before he reacts. and then, you both decide there’s no going back now.

yeonjun’s lips are soft against your own. they smell faintly of mint - so light it’s barely there. your bodies mold together perfectly.

yeonjun’s cheeks are dusted a light pink when you pull away. the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself. “oh, wait,” you freeze when yeonjun reaches over, carefully pulling a stray eyelash off of your cheek.

you can feel heat spreading throughout your entire body. your heart races in your chest. you’ve never felt like this before. or at least, you’ve never noticed it before.

yeonjun smiles as he rests the thin strand of hair on his finger, holding it up towards you. “make a wish.”

despite yourself, you chuckle softly, closing your eyes before you gently blow it away. i wish to feel like this forever.

notes: my apologies for the lack of fics, my motivation has been HORRIBLE lately <//3 not proofread, so pls forgive any mistakes !!

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songmingisthighs · 7 months

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Temptation Touched My Tongue

group : txt

pairing : perv devil!soobin × reader

genre : fantasy, smut

wc : 3.5 k

warning : explicit smut, unprotected sex (nopity nope), pervert behaviour (peeping), masturbation (f), unrealistic depiction of sex ???, soobin is desperate and depraved idk he's nasty but he couldn't help himself :(, dubcon (??), monster cock!soobin, i do not know how to label this shit because i suck at labeling and i do nawt know what this crap falls under. possessiveness?, toxic idea of 'belonging', a wee bit blood ?? (nothing major like the shinning's elevator scene, it's literally a bite to the lip). idk anymore man

a/n : i need to stop starting new shit at 3 am and just get the fuck to sleep

buy me coffee ?

The night was amazing.

You finally went out on a date with the cute guy you met at a library. And when he dropped you off back home, not only did he promise to call you and set up a next date, but he also kissed you. Choi Soobin was beyond your expectations. Outside, he looked soft and kind but his mouth. Damn his talented mouth, especially his tongue. It surprised you how his tongue felt like warm honey that melted when it tangled with yours and you swore you tasted sweetness as you two kissed.

Choi Soobin affected you so much from his kiss that you now found yourself on your bed, legs spread wide open with your finger furiously rubbing your clit.

"F-fuck," you moaned as you flick your bundle of nerve, making your thighs tremble as your muscles tighten. As you continue pleasuring yourself to the thought of Soobin and his talented tongue in your cunt, pleasuring you which hopefully would pleasure him too. The sounds you were making were loud and obscene but you lived alone so no one would complain about your obnoxious moans this late nor did you have to worry about anyone barging into your room to see you bare naked. Honestly, you were rather embarrassed that you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of your date, you couldn't even bring yourself to turn the lights in your room on. But what were you supposed to do? Since the kiss, your body was burning up and you just had this urge and Soobin's name repeated over and over in your head along with explicit imaginations. Specifically over his cock. You wondered about his cock, what it feels like and how it looks. The thoughts just kept pouring in but you can't stop, your body couldn't stop your desire for Soobin and it was pathetic, you felt disgusting. Tears began pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. Which was unfortunate because you would've been able to see the man outside your window panting like a dog, eyes glued to your glistening cunt as his hand grabbed onto his cock from his trousers.

Soobin knew he targeted the right person when he saw just how pretty you looked with the remnants of tear that glittered in the moonlight and the flush on your skin that made you look adorable. Plus, as a devil (literally), he could feel how hot your body was for him. He knew that you were thinking about him, imagining him doing things to you, but he couldn't do anything until you gave him verbal consent. You have to call out for him even just a tiny bit and Soobin hoped to listen to you call for him, acknowledge your want for him so he could have his way with you. All of the ways he could think of.

"Baby, baby please," he moaned, hands pressing against the window next to his warm cheek. Soobin let his tongue loll out, allowing his pants to fog up the cold window. "Baby, I want you, please I need to have you, I need to taste you," he begged, fingernails scratching the surface of the glass hard enough that streaks appeared in their wake as the devil drag his fingers down like a cat trying to claw his way in. The bulge in Soobin's pants was starting to hurt but the pain just drove his desire for you even more. It was as if his confines were a reminder that without you, his release seemed pointless, futile even because it wasn't you. For him, it's you or no one whatsoever.

Just as Soobin was about to make his presence more known (despite how risky it is in case you rejected him), he saw your legs clamp shut and your body arching beautifully. Soobin was truly mesmerized by the way you looked, his jaw was dropping in amazement. He could only imagine how you would feel as you cum, cunt clenching on his cock with a vice grip. Soobin started to get dizzy with possibilities because he was seeing you cumming before his eyes. Oh how he wanted to lick your slick away, remove the trail it created and replace it with a trail of his spit. He wanted to make you his officially.

And then it came. The moment Soobin has been waiting for.

"Soobin, fuck, please, I want your cock in me," You whimpered, letting some tear drop from your eyes.

For a moment, Soobin's breath caught in his throat (not that he needed to breathe, it was just a habit at this point), unable to move as he was too surprised to process what he had just heard. Then he felt it, he felt the pull that was planted by the temptation that had taken over your body, the very driving force that caused you to need to masturbate to the thought of Soobin. The same temptation he ever so gently placed on your tongue, the sweetness of sin that you succumbed to.

"Finally."

Without wasting a second, Soobin made himself appear in your room, completely naked with only his glowing orbs made completely visible in the darkness.

You were trying to catch your breath as you contemplated why the fire within you hadn't died down. There was a slight relief when you managed to make yourself cum but for some reason, the desire only doubled. "Fuck, I need something," you grunted, sitting up on your bed to calm yourself down slightly so you could hopefully walk out of your room to grab a glass of water without needing to rub one out again. But when your eyes focused on the objects in your room, you gasped when you saw the silhouette of a tall man standing in the shadow of your room. "What the hell!?" You screeched, grabbing your blanket haphazardly from between your legs to hopefully cover your breasts and cunt that was still leaking arousal. "Get out of my room!" you told the person, pointing at the direction of your front door. For some reason, your words sounded half-hearted even to you. The man looked very familiar even though it was just his silhouette and you knew you should be afraid of his glowing eyes, but you couldn't find it in you to actually be afraid. If anything, you were drawn to them. The more you looked straight at them, you more you could make out the golden specs.

The figure chuckled darkly, effectively breaking your train of thought. "Oh honey, my sweet sweet dumb girl, how could you tell the person you just thought of as you made yourself come to go away?" To say that you were surprised when the man stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight was an understatement. Your mouth hung open to protest, ask if it was really Soobin, contemplate if that was the same Soobin who you just went on a date with, tell him that you think it was a dream, anything. But you can't seem to say anything. It was as if your mouth wasn't cooperating with your brain. You weren't sure what you were looking at exactly because you were still trying to figure out why your date is in your room. Then you accidentally looked lower, straight to his monster cock that's standing upright. The tip reached his belly button and God you wanted it in your mouth. In your pussy. You want to be the one who made it cum.

Soobin felt his chest swell with pride from the way your eyes were hungrily staring at his cock. Be it his influence or your own desire for him, Soobing felt his dick twitch when the hand that was holding your blanket up to shield your nakedness from him lowered to reveal your breasts before it dropped completely to reveal your clenching cunt and parting legs as if inviting him to nestle there. A smirk bloomed on Soobin's face and he couldn't help but start pumping his dick, coaxing pearly white liquid to leak from his slit. Your tongue darted out automatically as if wanting a taste and your hips rolled upwards. The movement somehow made your arousal become more prominent on Soobin's nose. He could smell how needy you were and he loved it because it was him doing that to you, there was nothing else in your head other than him and the need for him to fuck you silly with his big cock.

"Didn't you say you want my cock? This cock?" When Soobin dropped to his knees on the bed in front of you, you instinctively sat up straighter and your knees bent a little higher. "Good girl, you're presenting yourself so well for me," Soobin smiled. The sight of him smiling at you was so ethereal, he looked like an angel but his words held nothing but the promise of sinful pleasure. The dichotomy of this man was thrilling, it left you wanting more before anything could even happen. How was that even possible?

"Is that where you want me to bury my cock in? Your dripping pussy?" he mocked, causing you to whimper in shame as you tried to close your legs, suddenly hyper-aware that your cunt was free for him to see. This displeased Soobin however. He let out a disapproving growl that was way louder than you expected, the vibration shot right through your pussy, and you couldn't help but clench. Easily, Soobin grabbed hold of one of your legs and pulled you closer to him, "Did I tell you to cover what's mine?" his angelic smile was replaced by a disdained scowl almost immediately. "N-no," you squeaked out. Again, as if it was a light switch, Soobin's expression changed to a more pleased one when he heard your reply. "At least my baby knows to respond to me. You're so good for me aren't you baby? You're made for me, that cunt is made for me," he said as he dropped to all fours and placed himself right above you.

Soobin could feel your breath hitch the moment his face came close to you. He was addicted to the way you shied away due to his size, both body and cock. Especially his cock. The memory of you eyeing his bobbing cock will forever be engraved in his mind. Despite the very sexual position you both were in, you somehow managed to maintain such an innocent stature at the sight of his cock lining above you, giving you a rough estimation of how far he would reach. Truly, if that moment was real and not a dream like you thought it was, you would need to receive medical attention come morning because he was definitely going to rearrange your gut.

Gently, Soobin cupped the side of your face and he let his thumb trace your bottom lip gently, "Will you let me fuck you now? Will you let me use my cock to pleasure you and then cum inside you to make you mine?" He asked with such genuine that it sounded more like a love confession than permission to fuck you. Your body tingled in excitement as your cunt fluttered at the thought of his cock splitting you open. Soobin's eyes watched your every movement, awaiting your response with much patience. Not that he minded anyway, he loved the sight of your tongue peeking from between your lips to wet the bottom lip slightly. To coax an answer out of you, Soobin even lowered his hips so his cock was resting on your cunt. You gasped when you felt the hard appendage slip between your folds and started rubbing, nudging your sensitive clit every so often while fulfilling its mission to be completely covered in your arousal. The feeling was dizzying, there was a slight painful edge as you were still sensitive from your previous release, but the heaviness was heavenly.

"Fuck yes, Soobin, I want you to fuck me and then cum inside me. Make me yours," you moaned out.

That was all Soobin needed to draw his hips back and push into your pulsing hole. The size alone was overwhelming enough to accommodate, you hadn't realized that his length seemed never-ending. As Soobin continued pushing inside, you wondered where you got the confidence to even let him in you in the first place. "S-Soobin!" you whimpered, eyes shutting as your body tried to curl inwards but Soobin was having none of that, he wanted to see you as he get his whole cock inside you. With steady hands, Soobin pushed your body back by the shoulders. "You can do it, you're my good girl. MY good girl," he emphasized, wanting you to realize that as his good girl, you were going to receive everything he had to give you. It wasn't until your body started convulsing and your breasts pressed to his chest that he realized what was happening. Soobin stared at you with wide eyes and muscles clenching in response to your pussy clenching on his cock as you came on him hard. The suddenness of your orgasm caused Soobin to halt his pushing in order for him to witness you coming undone just from him trying to get himself inside you. Your nipples rolled against his smooth skin, inviting him to take hold of one breast in his large hand that immediately rolled one pebbled peak between his fingers expertly. The stimulation was so overwhelming that your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you didn't even realize that Soobin had taken advantage of your orgasm-hazed state and slick to push himself all the way until you felt him nudging your cervix. "Fuck, Soobin! S-so big, so g-good," you stuttered, hands finding their way to his back, scratching his fair skin as if to emphasize your fucked out state. The sting from the scratch was welcomed with a deep grunt from Soobin who closed his eyes as he paired the pain and the pleasure from how hard your pussy was gripping him. In his mind, it was proof that even your body didn't want him to go anywhere, it wanted him to stay nestled like that because you truly are his.

Your mouth hung open when Soobin started rolling his hips, pulling slightly back before pushing in again experimentally. You let out a long moan at the first snap of his hips which made Soobin chuckle, "Does it feel good, baby? Do I feel good? Am I filing you up?" Soobin knew the answer but he desperately wanted to hear it directly from you, he wanted to see you replying to him like the good girl you are. You nodded furiously at his question, "I-I can feel," you gasped loudly when Soobin hit a particular spot that made your knees snap around Soobin's slender waist, "I can feel you everywhere, Soobin!" Your hips rolled upwards to meet his hovering one as your hand dropped to begin a trail from where you and Soobin connected, "I can feel you in my pussy," your hand then moved up before it rested on your stomach, "And in my tummy," you moaned. It was barely anything, but the simple use of the word 'tummy' made Soobin exhale shakily, eyes blaring before he grabbed your knees and pushed them apart as high and as wide as they could go.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

That was the last thing you remembered clearly before Soobin started pistoning inside you. If you thought you were loud when you were touching yourself, now you straight up sound like you were murdered. Well, you believe part of you was anyway. "S-Soobin!" You squealed loudly, hands now finding purchase on his wide shoulders. Soobin couldn't even respond to you as he was enjoying your cunt. He had a manic look on his face; a crazed smile with his tongue lolling from the side, drool dripping from his watering mouth to your skin, slobbering all over you like a dog at the sight of his favourite treat. Which technically was true, you were his favourite treat and he once again felt glad that he chose you.

The pace he was going was purely animalistic, a speed that can't be achieved by a human being and it was only then that you considered that Soobin might not be human at all. He was too perfect, too sinfully perfect to be just a human being but you couldn't seem to care, you couldn't find it in yourself to find it wrong if he was indeed not a human being. In fact, the mere thought got you chasing his lips, frantically pulling him down so your lips could meld together. It was the sloppiest sex you've ever had but you didn't mind, you couldn't seem to mind. Not even when you heard your dripping pussy squelch or felt spit run down your chin, especially not when Soobin hit that one spot that got you seeing stars and toes curl. The sudden hit caused you to bite down on Soobin's bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood that you instinctively licked away. If Soobin wasn't whipped for you before, he was definitely beyond whipped for you now.

It didn't take much for the tension to build back up in your body, a sign of your oncoming orgasm. Above anything, it was rather understandable that you would be cumming once again so quick as you had orgasmed two times before. But you still felt embarrassed that it came so quickly. So you detached your lips from Soobin and looked away with your eyes shut, willing yourself to not cum just this. Unbeknownst to you, Soobin didn't like you separating from him if he didn't initiate it because he knew if he initiated it, it was because he wanted to do something more. So he sat back on his heels, the movement made him pull his cock away slightly which managed to jolt you up in surprise. You saw the scowl on his face and before you could even ask him what was happening, he had expertly flipped you over on your stomach without pulling out before resuming his abuse on your cunt.

"How dare you pull away from me! You, who was thinking over me while you were touching yourself," he growled menacingly. You couldn't see his face but you felt how displeased he was simply by how he was treating you. "I'm sorry Soobin, I-" You couldn't even let him know why you pulled away because Soobin had slapped you on the ass harshly that you were sure you'd feel it when you sit down the next day. "I don't need your pathetic excuse," he scoffed as he shifted your legs into a position he wanted, "Remember that you're mine, baby, you don't get to do things your way anymore," you could practically hear the smirk on Soobin's voice and frankly you found it hot. He had managed to slip your right leg between his legs as your left leg was bent to the side with his left knee anchoring under it. "I'll make you not forget that you're mine," he said as he grabbed your arms and used them as anchors on both sides of your head.

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wooyukh · 13 days

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ᡣ𐭩 TXT as random instagram dms

[ we are so BACK. 🕺🕺🕺🕺 silly lil imagine to test the waters bc im actually shaking in my boots rn ngl. ]

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qqtxt · 1 year

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omgomgomg i cant let this thought go help meee but imagine the cliché bad dream trope with txt specifically the one where reader wakes up from a bad dream where the dream version of bf!txt was cheating on them then they wake up and get angry at irl txt lmao (im not really thinking angst but lighthearted and soft hours)

*smacks them awake with a pillow*"WHO IS SHE?!"

Them: 👁👄👁 "Babe I just woke up wdym..."

oh my goodness this is too real. i have done something similar to my bf before and he's really just 💧👁👄👁💧 this made me giggle so i just had to write a little something! I'm still a little stumped with my studies but i really wanted to write something out so this is a bit short and not really proofread! so apologies in advance but i do hope it's okay! 💖

[🌸] bitter dream, sweet reality w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff, crack 🌸🤡 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / soobin and yeonjun get roasted for nothing ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 400 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,591 words ✿ in which you dreamt that he cheated on you and you smack their face with a pillow [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut!

[🐰] soobin soobin lets out a whine when he feels a smack to the face. as he opens his eyes, he flinches when he notices you're already looking at him with a frown on your face. the worry overtakes him too quickly as he sits up, hands to your shoulders, "hey... you okay?"

"how can you ask that when you did what you did?" you mutter under your breath, looking away from him with a huff. he gapes, blinking a couple of times to recuperate.

"i-i just–what did i–"

"you cheated on me. in my dream. you suck."

initially, soobin's stumped. listening to your words, he was ready to apologise until he realises that–"wait, in your dream? i cheated? on you?" he chuckles when the words sink in, and he watches how you cross your arms in front of your chest. "you can't be serious, right? why would i ever cheat on you?"

when you press your lips to a thin line and refuse to look at him, he takes it as his cue to–"ah..." he hums softly, relenting as he wraps his arms around you. it was easy enough to curl you in given that he makes use of his figure; effectively nudging you towards him and engulfing you in his embrace. "i apologise on behalf of dream soobin, but real life soobin won't ever do that," he gives you a gentle shake, "hm?"

"hm," you nod, putting your arms around him to snuggle closer towards him. sure, you might've hit soobin in the face with the pillow but the way he's able to hug you like this might've been all the more worth it as he smiles into the side of your face like a hopeless romantic.

[🦊] yeonjun yeonjun nearly falls off the bed as he comes to wake from the hit to the face. he can't quite believe he's woken up just from a hit but when he snaps his eyes open and turns to the side, he's a mumbling fish.

"what?! who? what's going on?" he frantically looks around, and then he spots you sitting up with a pillow in your hands, nearly looking like you're about to squish it to death. "yah..." he murmurs, a hand reaching out to you but his brows furrow when you dodge his touch, "what's wrong?"

"you cheated on me."

his eyes visibly widen as he swallows.

"me? when?"

"in my dream. last night. i don't like you."

he didn't intend to but you make it very, very hard not to smile. the corner of his lips already tug upwards at the thought of you being frustrated at the fact you thought he would cheat on you, or even comprehend that.

"look at me, please?" he tries to reach out to you and this time he manages to put a hand on the pillow you're holding. he tugs at it and you let go of the pillow so he can put it back next to him as he puts his hands in yours to give a squeeze. "c'mon now, the quicker you look at me, the faster we can go back to sleep."

you reluctantly look at him and that's when you see it. the way his eyes look at you with love, overflowing with warmth. the way he's so infatuated with you that he couldn't ever, possibly do it.

"how could i ever cheat on you when i get to look at you look at me like this? do i need to run up to the rooftop to profess my love to you to the entire world? because i would, let me just grab my slippers and–"

you make a noise that crosses between a whine and grumble, squeezing his hands. that alone was enough for yeonjun to be able to get you to lie down next to him as he cuddles you in bed until you fall asleep with a smile on both of your faces.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu merely groans at the soft plush feeling he feels on his face. he doesn't bother opening his eyes, only reaching out blindly until he hooks his arm around what feels like your waist and he pulls. he whines a little when you don't oblige it makes him peel one eye open to see you frowning at him. instinctively, he shrugs it off and shifts closer towards you instead, nuzzling against the side of your arm, "what time is it? it still looks dark to be awake..."

when he doesn't hear a response, he huffs and opens his eyes, now noticing the way you're still frowning.

"nawh... what's wrong? can't sleep?"

"i was peacefully sleeping until you decided to cheat on me in my dream."

his first instinct is to laugh, then drag poor, innocent yeonjun into this.

"the day i ever cheat on you is the day that yeonjun-hyung turns into a bird,"

"..."

"...okay, not funny. but look at me," he sits up on his elbows, turning to look at you properly even though he has crust in his eyes and he looks like he needs to sleep for another year and a half. "i'm so hopelessly in love with you that i still feel like i don't see you enough,"

"i'm with you every night," you counter, with a scoff of laugh that he holds onto with a grin, "exactly," he nods. "so how can i possibly cheat on you?"

when you don't respond, he knows he's won when he's able to lay back down and lure you into his arms.

"better?" he hums, burying his face in your neck as you cuddle against his chest, as he moulds into your back with a sigh. "better."

[🐿] taehyun taehyun's half-sleepy, half-confused when he wakes up from the fluff of a pillow that greets him awake. it takes him a while to process that okay, i'm awake and to notice that oh, you're the one who woke me up when he notices the pillow in your hands, a frown etched to your lips, brows furrowed. he sighs and sits up, tilting his head at you, "can't sleep?"

you keep silent, fidgeting with the pillow that taehyun shakes his head.

"c'mon, pretty thing. i can't help unless you tell me what's wrong," he shifts a little closer, placing a hand on top of yours, lifting his brows just a little on instinct, "hm?"

he sees how your features change in the dark and he shouldn't laugh but he does when you're all pouty and sulky.

"you're a cheater, kang taehyun."

"me?" he snorts, giving your hands a squeeze, "since when?"

"since last night, in my dream."

you watch as your words seep into his brain, and it shows on his face when his lips turn from an 'o' to a small smile.

"that's not fair, now is it? i can't control dream taehyun, but at least i can control real-life taehyun," he moves to wedge his hand between yours and grips onto one of it, his thumb brushing the back of your hand, "and real-life taehyun would never do that to you."

"promise?" you know you sound childish, maybe even a little irrational but it's the way taehyun nods with such firmness and genuity, even locking pinkies with you that makes you feel at ease, "promise."

[🐧] kai kai is the definition of clueless and flustered upon being smacked to wake with a pillow to the face. though, he's surprisingly not as panicky as imagined when he sits up with a sharp intake of breath, eyes rapidly blinking as he adjusts to the darkness of the room and calls for your name softly.

"are you okay?" he mutters, rubbing his eyes as he sits up, half-lidded.

"no, because you," with another pillow hit to the chest, he oofs back onto the bed despite trying to sit up, "cheated on me."

he remains laying down on the bed, moving his hand from his eyes with a chuckle.

"what's so funny?" you huff, nudging him with your weapon (pillow).

"me cheating on you is like saying soobin-hyung willingly signed a gym membership."

"...do you think this is funny?"

"y/n," he sits up, testing the waters to see if you'd hit him again but when you lower your weapon down, he smiles at you so sweetly, it's making you feel a little guilty for waking him up like this and he's still so sweet to you. "i literally flew back ten hours just so i can be with you for two days before i'd have to leave again. i'd still do it again and again because i love you so much. do you think i'd cheat on you?"

"then why'd you cheat on me in my dream?"

he shrugs, "i can't answer that. that's not me."

when you don't say anything, he sighs and peels the pillow from your hands so he can place it back on the bed. then, he crawls over to you, wrapping his arms around you to carefully lure you back to where you belong; in his arms, side by side in bed.

"you don't actually think i'll cheat on you, do you?" he murmurs, rubbing your stomach as he hooks his chin on your shoulder.

you shake your head and lean back to his touch, "no, but it felt real. and i didn't like that feeling..."

"mm..." he hums, "that doesn't sound like it feels nice. but do you feel a bit better now?"

you nod, lapping your hands over his as your eyes close, "yeah, much better now."

#txt reactions #txt reaction #txt scenarios #txt scenario #txt x you #txt x reader #choi soobin #soobin scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenarios #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x you #huening kai scenarios #huening kai x you

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bb-eilish · 1 year

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Glasses

pairing; soobin x f!reader

warnings; dry humping, kissing, curse words, unprotected sex, established relationship, dirty talk, pet names, slight cum eating, dom/sub themes, slight edging, soobin takes a not so appropriate picture of the reader.

summary; you jokingly try on Soobin’s glasses.

A/N; i got carried away.

“You don’t even need glasses.” You giggle, turning your body towards Soobin as you both gradually forget about the Studio Ghibli movie playing on your tv. Jokingly, you reach up to poke the sides of the fake lenses to further your point.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t they look good though?” A laugh-inducing smolder takes over his face as he looks at you. You can’t suppress the cackle that leaves your mouth, he does look good but you absolutely cannot take him seriously.

A hand presses to his chest in faux offense as you flick away the tears from your eyes. The laughter dies out as you lay your head against his shoulder, “I’m just kidding, you look so good in them.” The sigh that leaves you is swoon-filled and dreamy as you snuggle closer.

“I have an idea, look at me.” He mutters.

The warmth enveloping your cheek is begging you to not move, but you do anyway.

Soobin’s bottom lip is trapped under his front teeth until he speaks again. “Here.” He plucks the glasses off of his face and maneuvers them onto yours. They feel a little off until you fix them, after doing so you peer up at him and offer a sweet smile, “How do they look?” You fake his smolder from before.

His laugh is caught in his throat as he takes in how the glasses frame your face, he even forgets to breathe for a second as the smile on his face slowly drops. “Soobin?” You ask concerned, worry floods in as you start wondering if you look bad in them. Your hand flies up to drag them off your face, but a sturdy hand stops you by the wrist.

“Leave them on….” His voice is low and it has your eyes widening. Soobin grips your wrist tighter and before you know it he pulls you swiftly into him, his lips meet yours almost perfectly as he grabs your jaw with his free hand.

The kiss is hot and it has heat surging towards your face. “You’re so sexy.” He mumbles into your lips, the butterflies in your stomach are basically having a rave from his words and actions at this point. Your hand reaches up to grip his shirt as the hand on your jaw lowers to your neck, it pulls you closer and closer.

Begrudgingly, you pull away. Your hand lets his shirt go in favor of fanning over his chest.

“Are you good?”

You can tell he’s not listening, his eyes stay trained on the way your slightly swollen lips form your words. They even narrow when you run your tongue along your bottom lip. It’s like he’s in a trance as he tries to dive back for more.

“Soobin.” You laugh, dodging his kiss.

“Huh? Sorry, what was your question?” He finally meets your eyes as he tries to concentrate.

“Are you good?” You breathe out a laugh.

“Y-yea, I’m fine. Sorry, you look so pretty with my glasses on. Come here.” He let’s you meet him this time, just to be sure he isn’t being overbearing. So, when you meet his lips again he sighs and grips your hips to pull you closer. Kissing him is addicting, and always leads to certain activities. Once he gets a taste of you he can’t help himself.

He nibbles on your bottom lip out of pure desperation, and groans lightly at the feeling of your wandering hands. Soobin sits up to gradually push you to lay on your back, he has you exactly where he wants you. He knows it when he pulls back and gazes at you under him, his eyes are lustful as he reaches a hand up to slowly push your shirt upward.

“Soobin, please.” His name sounds like music coming from you, especially in the way your voice becomes so breathy just from a few touches. “Yea, baby? You want me to touch you?” He hotly questions, pushing your shirt all the way off and flinging it somewhere behind him. It’s hard to get out the words when his warm, large, hands feel up your torso, closer and closer to your covered breasts.

You nod eagerly, “Words, baby.” He lightly scolds, tucking a piece of hair behind your, now, red ear.

“Yes, I want you to touch me, I need it.” It seems as though his desperation has transferred to you, he’s now cool and collected like he wasn’t just captivated by you simply wearing his glasses.

“Good girl, how do you want me to touch you?” He settles on top of you, body snuggly fit between your shaking legs. “Soobin….” You whine, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you and is loving every second of it. He breathes out a laugh and says, “Say it.”

The puff of air you let out is shuddered as you gain the courage to let out such graphic pleas. “Want you to f-fuck me..” You close your eyes at the words and pray he accepts it.

His presses his lower half into yours as his mouth takes interest in your flushed neck, “Mm, I can do that.” The feeling of his hands going higher and drifting towards your back has goosebumps sprout over you as you shiver. The clasp of your bra is off in a second, and if you weren’t so worked up you’d laugh at how good he is at it. But, right now thinking in general is hard as he grinds his semi erection into your covered cunt.

“Soobin.” You moan, your senses short circuit as he drifts his tongue from your neck to your now exposed breasts paired with the feeling of him hardening against your most sensitive of areas. It’s like time doesn’t exist as he has his way with you. Tugging, biting, licking, and kissing whatever he can.

“I bet you’re fucking dripping for me, hm? Should I check?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he tries to keep his desperation at bay while taking your pants off. The tightness of his own pants brings him back to the fact that he’s still fully dressed, he’s been paying so much attention to you, he completely forgot about himself.

You gaze at him through the fake lenses as he grips the hem of his shirt and tugs it off, his torso is toned and does nothing to help the heart beat in between your thighs.

He leaves his boxers on as he undresses, his breathing is deep as he grips your thighs ands grinds harder into you this time. The lessened layers in between you do little to separate you two, it’s apparent when you feel every ridge and vein of him through your ruined panties. He sets a delicious pace of rolling his hips into you, your clit throbs at the intimacy and pulsing pleasure him grinding into you brings.

You can tell when he’s close, his hips lose precision and become sloppy, as well as the grip he has on you tightens. But before he can finish, he breaks away to push the material down his legs, he does the same to you in just a few moments.

“Fuck, I need you so bad, baby.” He moans, biting his lip as he takes himself into his hand. The view of his glasses on your face, your tits that are out just for him, and the way your soaked hole clenches strips him of his restraint.

“Please, Soobin, need your cock.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time before pushing into you, the sheer size of him has you breathless, that paired with the look of concentration on his perfect face has you clenching again.

In no time he’s setting yet another pace, moans tumble out of both of you uncontrollably at the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. He gazes at your face through his bedroom eyes and leans down, this kiss is much different from the other ones. It’s harsh and full of teeth clashing and tongue battling.

He pulls away to grip a leg and throw it over his sweaty shoulder, while pressing the other one to the couch. The new angle has an arch developing in your back as you whine out his name and other profanities.

“That’s right, baby, tell me how it feels.”

You go to answer him, but when you open your mouth he goes harder. Switching between snapping and rolling his hips into your abused cunt. So all that comes out is babbling and cries of pleasure. The trail of heat in your abdomen gets hotter and hotter the more he spews sinful words and ruts into you. You would have never imagined this is how dirty he would act because of you simply wearing his glasses, but that’s why you love him. He’s full of mouth watering surprises.

His free hand slips between your bodies to play with your swollen, neglected, clit. And when he does is the last straw. Your eyes clamp shut as your body reacts by itself, hips meeting his, sloppily trying to ride out the hot pleasure that’s currently coursing through your veins.

You come back when his moans become high pitched and more frequent. A horny idea comes to his mind as he pulls out and fists himself, the site could make you come all over again as you watch him.

“Mmm, close your eyes, tongue out.” He harshly breathes out.

You do as he says and before you know it he’s coming on your face, bits land on your tongue, but most of it lands on your face and his glasses. He rides it out till he starts overstimulating himself and he slows. The way your eyes and tongue are still in the same position gives him another horny idea.

He reaches behind him to seek his pants pocket and grabs his phone, swiping to his camera app to take the best photo of you he has.

“Look at me, baby.” The second your eyes are open you’re basically blinded by the flash of his phone. A few blinks later you look at him in question.

“I knew you’d look good in my glasses.”

#txt smut #soobin smut #kpop smut #txt imagines #soobin imagines #kpop imagines #txt x reader #soobin x reader #kpop x reader #txt scenario #soobin scenario #kpop scenario #txt x you #soobin x you #kpop x you

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vamptizm · 3 months

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mission jealousy ⋆𐙚 — choi yeonjun

SYNOPSIS — choi yeonjun and y/n l/n used to be the bestest of friends until they weren’t. when y/n finds herself being cheated on and yeonjun wanting to make his crush jealous, the both of them agree to put their rivalry aside and put on a show.

pairing — ex bsf! choi yeonjun x fem!reader

featuring — txt members, karina, shin ryujin, kim sunwoo, park sunghoon, few enhypen member + some other idols.

genre — smau + written. fake dating trope. humor/crack, fluff/angst, suggestive themes, college au, fake dating for revenge/jealousy, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn.

warnings — betrayal/cheating, misogyny/sexism/slutshaming, mental illness, mentions of nsfw themes/food/drugs/alcohol/triggering actions (will be disclosed clearly before every chapter and also pretty mild), use of reference pictures of y/n (mostly always faceless), dark humor. more warnings will be added to each chapter individually!

author’s note — the taglist is open btw! since i just started writing on here i’d appreciate having ppl to add to my taglist :) you can ask to be added by either leaving a comment or an ask or u can even dm me if you’d like! idm spam liking but i would love for you guys to also reblog and/or leave comments of your opinions. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language, although i am pretty fluent, so there might be a few grammar mistakes or typos on rare occasions!

status — ongoing.

started — 03/02/24 | ended — n/a

taglist — open!! send ask or cmnt.

song — francis forever – mitski

CHAPTERS ⋆𐙚 +

profiles — i. the arts majors

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jeonghansbunny · 8 months

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Corrupted Priest

Rating: 18+ | Read at your own discretion

Content warnings: Dom/Sub, manhandling, crying/tearing up, unprotected sex, creampie, corruption. Please keep in mind that I wrote this with the idea that everything is consensual!

Priest soobin

Who in the beginning you thought as cute

Because he had that dorky smile

And wide eyes

And looked like a baby rabbit

Who was so young and tall and attractive

In comparison to the old priest before him

All of the other girls were going crazy about him

Trying to chat him up

And find out if he was married or in a relationship

Being as innocent as he could be

He dodged their prying questions

By telling them he's only focused on his work

Knowing you never had a chance to begin with

You never made an effort to strike up a conversation

And showed no interest in him

But there were moments

When you'd catch him stare at you

And your eyes would meet for split second

Before the both of you would look away

Weeks would go by and you'd participate in different fundraisers

With each one getting to talk more and more with the new priest

At first he'd always give you that dorky smile of his when thanking you for your help

The he'd start to show skinship

By patting your shoulder as a thanks

Something you noticed he didn't do with anyone else

As time went by you became closer

To the point of having an actual conversation

As small as it was

It was a progress

And his skinship also started to increase

At first it was harmless

But deep down inside of you

You felt that something is not right

The way he doesn't touch anyone else

Or how his elbow once accidentally touched your breast

Making him turn bright red

His cute and innocent expression

Making you forget

About the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach

Too focused on the loud beating of your heart

One night you found yourself in church

Stressed and overwhelmed with everyday life

You decide to come and pray

Soobin saw you and decided to observe you from a distance

A distance where you couldn't see him or feel his presence

A distance he has been secretly keeping in order to watch you

You see Soobin isn't as innocent as everyone thought

He has had his eye on you for a long time

And has been thinking about you in ways a priest shouldn't

Thoughts of what he'd do to you

The innocent you

Who doesn't talk much

And keeps to themselves

Who is diligent in helping the church out

And diligent in your prayers and faith in God

His wicked mind wanted for you to be diligent to him as well

To follow his words

And do everything he tells you to do

For you to worship him as well

His facial expression had turned into one that no one else has seen before

If they did they would wonder if that is the Soobin they know

Or a Soobin possessed by Satan

He catches himself and tries to focus in the moment

Rederecting his attention to you

He notices you silently crying

Something snapped

Somehow his pants feel tighter

A throbbing sensation taking over

He tried to calm down

And decides to approach you

He sits beside you and asks if everything is okay

Startled you tell him it's nothing

And that you've just been stressed lately

He empathizes and tells you he'd be willing to listen to your concerns

After contemplating you agree

And willingly decide to follow him inside a private room

Where you wouldn't bother anyone else

Not that anyone else was there

And you start telling him about yourself and your daily life

Starting to well up at the exhaustion you feel

He tries to pay attention at what you say

But shit

You're such a pretty crier

The way your brows furrow

And your lips get swollen

And how the tears leave your eyes and roll down your cheek

Until they're reaching your jawline

That throbbing sensation in his pants returns again

He decides to sit closer to you

So he could subtly have a better look at your face

You rarely saw him make such a serious expression

His gaze following your every move

His hand starts to go up and down your shoulder

As a gesture to comfort you

He tells you he's glad you could open up to him

And starts to wipe away your tears

You notice how big his hands are

And how one of his hands could cover your entire face

He must've noticed too

Because he starts to cup your face gently

Telling you comforting words in a gentle tone

So gentle it becomes hypnotizing

You lean on his hand

And his thumb starts rubbing on your lower lip

One thing leads to another

And he starts to kiss you

His hand behind your neck

Pulling you closer

Not being able to get enough of your swollen lips or your whines

You desperately hold on to his shoulders

Without realising you're sitting on his lap

While his hands wander up and down your body

Accidentally you grind on him

His gaze gets darker

His face serious

He looks mad

Looking at the innocent you

Who doesn't even realise what you just did

How his cock is throbbing because of the friction

Of you on top of him

How your white dress is riding up higher and higher

Exposing your thighs

He puts his hands on them

And starts caressing

Going higher and higher each time

Until he's holding your sides

And pushing you closer on his bulge

Repeating this action

Until you start moving your hips on your own

His eyes roll back

"This isn't enough" he thinks to himself

He tells you to wait a moment

And pulls his cock out of the slit in his robe

He starts to play with the fabric of your underwear

And move it to the side

Nearing his tip to your entrance

He tells you to continue

At first his cock only slides between your folds

But then he starts to enter you

Slowly he keeps pushing deeper and deeper inside of you

While you grab on his shoulders for support

And let out whiney sounds

His big hand rest in a comforting way on your head while the other guides the movement of your hips

He praises you

For being such a good girl

And taking his cock inside of you

And how good you're making him feel

That he's going to cum any moment

And that he's going to cum inside of you

Needy and desperate your hips begin moving faster and faster

Creaming his cock

Clenching around it more and more

The pressure in your stomach growing

You feel so good

Your eyes start to well up

You beg him with tears in your eyes

"please help me"

You can't think clearly anymore

You don't know what's going on

You just want to cum

His cock twitches at the sight of you begging him so innocently

So he puts both hand on your hips

And starts thrusting into you mercilessly

That's when you start to cry out loud from the senstation

Of his cock hitting the deepest part of you repeatedly

Your eyes roll back

While incoherently making sounds

That were supposed to be you tell him you're cumming

You start to shake from the intensity

And clench hard on his cock

Which makes him shoot his load inside of you

He groans in satisfaction

Of having corrupted you

And thinking of all the other ways

He's going to fill you up <3

#txt smut #soobin smut #txt imagines #txt reaction #txt scenario #soobin imagines #soobin reaction #soobin scenario #kpop smut

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farewelln3verland · 4 months

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TXT AS THINGS MY SISTER HAS SAID

Soobin: "in...in terms of height...i'm a big strong man...but everyone says i'm *sniffs* CUDDLY! *gasps in horror*"

Yeonjun: "BITCHESSSSSSSSS I'M DEPRESSED, I'M STRESSED, AND I...I AM MOTHERF*CKING SLAYING BITCH"

Beomgyu: "if i annoy you, i apologize. i apologize that i'm only annoying you. i meant to be IRRITATING you."

Taehyun: "i wonder...can i get reincarnated as like...a deck of cards. then people get to finger me all day. WAIT NO-"

Hueningkai: "oh my god. so i unpack my studio appt and i realize...i'm living with 50 stuffed animals, WHERE WILL I LIVE?"

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hoasvuon · 10 months

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(2:21 AM)

you had tried to reason with yeonjun for the past ten minutes, telling him that he didn't need to come over to take care of you, and that you'd be alright with just a bit of rest.

"baby i'm fine, i promise. it's just a little cold, i'll be alright", you insisted over the phone.

"yes you might be fine now, but what if you get worse in the middle of the night? i have to be there in case something happens!", yeonjun retorted back.

you sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn't listen to you, but you still felt guilty that he was also up so late worrying about you. after all, he had his own life, and coming over to take care of you so late in the morning wouldn't be good for either of you.

but no matter what you did you couldn't stop tossing around in bed. not only were you sick, but you didn't even have anybody to fuss over you. although that was mostly your own fault. after all, your loving boyfriend had asked if you needed anything to which you responded that you would be fine with a good nights' rest.

looking at the clock, you sadly realized it already was 2:21 in the morning, hours past when you told yourself you would go to bed. you suddenly regretted your decision telling yeonjun not to come over. you decided that if you were going to be awake anyways, you might as well for yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, to help with the sore throat.

stumbling outside with your blanket wrapped tightly around your body, and your phone in your hand, you began making your way to the kitchen. you had barely made it to the kitchen counter before you noticed your phone light up with a text from your boyfriend.

i know you said that you would be ok on your own but I can't help but worry. do you want me to come over?

you thought about it for a second and decided that if there was going to be any day that you gave in to your desires, it would be today. uou quickly texted back that you wanted him to come over, and set your phone down on the counter.

looking at your phone, you saw that he had read the message immediately. however, that wasn't surprised you. suddenly, you heard the sound of your apartment door unlocking.

turning around, you were met with the face of your boyfriend as he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist before nestling his head in the crook of your neck.

"my babyy is sick. what do I do?" he mumbled, while rubbing up and down on your back.

laughing, you responded, "were you just waiting for me to text you that you could come?" before lightly tapping his head.

"no ... maybe ... yes" yeonjun said sheepishly, before his eyes caught your half finished cup of water on the counter.

"see ! look, you're drinking cold water, what if you got sick again? this is why i was worried. i have to be here to take care of you.” he said.

turning your body around, he began walking with you to your bedroom, though it was a bit of a struggle considering he was still attached to your back, like a koala.

finally, the two of you made it to your bedroom where he laid you gently in bed before getting in himself.

"no matter what I'll be here for you. so don't worry about me and just get better. I love you" he whispered gently in your ear, before wrapping his arm around your frame and pulling you in closer.

looking up at him as you were laying on his chest, you begin to notice more little things that made you fall in love with him along the way. The way his eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, the rosy tint to his checks from having stood outside your apartment door waiting for you to text, the way his hair barely grazed his eyes as you reached up to brush it away. the way he subconsciously would pull you closer in your sleep, as if you would run away from him if he didn’t hold you tight enough. most of all, you noticed how calm your breathing had become, and how you fit perfectly in his arms.

maybe one day, you’d pluck up the courage to tell him exactly how much he means to you. but for now, all you want to worry about is getting better, as soon as possible, so you can pepper yeonjun in kisses as thanks for taking care of you and worrying about you. after all, it was 2:35 in the morning, and you thought to yourself that maybe being sick wasn’t so bad, especially when you had someone who loved you taking care of you.

author's note: hihi flowers i am also !! currently sick :( so i wrote this drabble just now in my sick, delirious state at 2 in the morning ,, how nice would it be to get cuddles and headpats while you're sick ? i'm simply self-indulgent i suppose ,,, ! this hasn't been edited/proofread, i'll get back to doing that at some point when i feel better ! <3 thank u for the support on my first post !!

#txt x reader #txt #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #txt fluff #txt scenario #txt drabble #txt yeonjun #txt fic #yeonjun fic

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blu-joons · 1 year

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When You Get Flirty When Drunk ~ TXT Reaction

Yeonjun:

The smile on Yeonjun’s face was great as your finger poked delicately against his cheeks several times, stumbling around on your feet in front of him.

Your eyes looked to him in admiration as you did so, “look at how cute your cheeks are, you’ve got so many dimples.”

“Do I?” Yeonjun chuckled in reply to you, “are you sure I’m not just blurry?”

Your head shook in reply to him, unaware of just how blurred your tipsy vision was. “So many dimples,” you whispered once again, making sure to poke each one of them, most of them more than once too.

Yeonjun stood still as you did so, holding onto your waist. “Do you think maybe we could go and get a drink or something?”

“Wait, I’m not done counting your cuteness.”

“My cuteness?” Yeonjun joked.

Your head nodded confidently, flashing a while smile in his direction. “Do you want me to tell you just how cute you are?”

“I think someone might be a bit too drunk to even describe what cute is,” Yeonjun told you, “maybe save it for another day.”

“I’m not as drunk as you think I am, you know.”

Soobin:

The look on your eyes seemed to capture Soobin’s attention easily as he walked over to see where you were, stumbling over your words as you spoke to people.

It was lucky for you as just before you tripped, Soobin managed to catch you. “My hero,” you smirked as Soobin helped you up.

“Come on,” Soobin encouraged, “do you think you’ve had a bit too much.”

As Soobin spoke to you, he could tell you were off in your own little world, glancing up at him blankly. “You know, I’ve never noticed just how adorable you are, especially when you take care of me.”

A loud snigger came from Soobin, “that is not what I was expecting to come out of your mouth at all just then.”

“Don’t you think you just look so good?”

“Sometimes I do,” Soobin replied.

Your eyes remained fixated on Soobin, confusing him more and more. “I’m going to make sure I tell you this from now on.”

“Thank you,” Soobin laughed as he finally managed to get you standing back up, “but you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“I will, I always remember everything.”

Beomgyu:

The corners of Beomgyu’s smile turned up as he watched you walk across towards him, wary as he watched you barely able to walk in a straight line over to him.

You rested against Beomgyu’s chest as soon as you got towards him, “can we go home?” You asked him, “isn’t that your job?”

“Me?” Beomgyu chuckled in reply, “why do you need me to take you home?”

You placed your hands against Beomgyu’s chest so that you could meet Beomgyu’s eyes. “You’re my knight in shining armour, it should be like in the movies, you just come in and save the day for me, right?”

Beomgyu looked at you in bemusement, “and what exactly is it that I’m supposed to be saving you from here?”

“From having too much alcohol tonight.”

“Too much?” Beomgyu joked.

You looked dejectedly back across to him, “maybe I’ve already had too much, but you can be a prince and help me out.”

“You’re being suspiciously sweet to me,” Beomgyu murmured, “normally all you can call me is idiot, now I’m a prince?”

“Yeah, but only because I want something.”

Taehyun:

A groan came from Taehyun as he tried to stand up yet again only for a hand to grab him. You shuffled across the booth and pulled Taehyun back to you.

He looked despairingly at you as you leant your head against Taehyun’s shoulder, “you’re not allowed to leave, where are you going?”

“The toilet,” Taehyun laughed, “and I don’t think you can accompany me there?”

You sighed with a shaking head as Taehyun attempted to stand up again, only to be pulled down once more too. “You can’t leave me by myself, people might think that I’m single if you’re not here protecting me.”

Taehyun looked down at you with a soft smile on his face, “you’ll be without protection for a couple of minutes.”

“And that’s two minutes too long Tae.”

“What do I do?” He asked.

Your shoulders shrugged as you sat back up again, “hold it in until you get home, you’re not allowed to leave my side.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Taehyun questioned, “why do you get so clingy every time that you get drunk?”

“I just like being with you Tae, that’s all.”

Huening Kai:

As yet another compliment came from you, stifled laughter came from Kai as he looked to you in disbelief, barely recognising you after you’d had a few drinks.

Just when he thought you were finished, you spoke up again. “Aren’t I just the luckiest to get to be with your handsome face?”

“Are you?” Kai chuckled back across to you, “aren’t I normally the lucky one?”

Your head shook back across at Kai, lazily grabbing his hands to make sure that Kai was listening to you. “I’m the lucky one, look at you, tall, funny, and you’ve got the best smile in the whole wide world too.”

The smile on Kai’s face instinctively turned up, “you really think this is the best smile in the whole wide world Y/N?”

“Have you ever known me to lie to you?”

“Once or twice,” he admitted.

Your head shook as you placed your finger to Kai’s lips, “just stop talking, I want to be able to see your smile instead.”

“Do you plan on not talking tonight at all?” Kai asked you as you moved your hand away and brought it to your side.

“Who will you listen to if I don’t talk to you?”

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niki-phoria · 6 months

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⋆｡°✩ when you know, you know

or domesticity with txt !!

includes: soft txt, various different scenarios, i've been working on this on and off for like 02 weeks and this is not proofread pls forgive any mistakes

a/n: my deepest apologies for the long absences between fics, i've been busy with school lately

gn reader (no pronouns used)

yeonjun

your socks slide against the polished tile floor as you playfully twirl around in front of your countertops. a familiar melody fills your apartment as yeonjun enters.

city lights shining in through your opened blinds illuminate yeonjun’s smile as you playfully slide over in front of him. outstretching your hand, you dramatically bend down in front of him. his skin feels soft against yours as you press a soft kiss against his knuckles. “may i have this dance, good sir?”

yeonjun is quick to play along, intertwining your fingers together. “you may,” he teases.

his hands ghost against your waist as he spins you around. laughter escapes you in waves as you reach up, snaking your arms around yeonjun’s neck. even in the dim lighting, you can see the light blush decorating his features.

leaning in, you press your forehead against his. “say you love me, say you love me, till the end of the world,” you softly sing along. “all or nothing, i want all of you.”

“i know i love you,” yeonjun continues. he raises a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

soobin

soobin wakes up to a weight pressed against his chest. he squints up at the ceiling, slowly willing his eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of light surrounding the room.

he shifts slightly, smiling to himself when he notices your head laying against his chest. your hair cascades down his shirt in waves; the ends tickling his bare skin. your arms remain gingerly wrapped around his body - even in your sleep.

soobin watches as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his lips quirk into an unconscious smile as he admires your features. reaching up, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face. you stir at the feeling; a few seconds pass before you nuzzle yourself even closer to the warmth of his body in response. soobin chuckles softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“baby,” he quietly whispers. “it’s time to get up.”

you groan, squeezing your eyes shut even tighter. “five more minutes.”

“you always say that before we end up in bed all day,” he chuckles.

you sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter open. soobin’s messy hair perfectly frames his bare features. he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, comfortably brushing his thumb against your skin. “i could get used to this,” you murmur.

soobin hums, leaning in to steal yet another kiss against your lips. “you should.”

beomgyu

you softly smile at beomgyu, watching as his fingers expertly glide across the guitar’s neck. his thumb strums against the strings, filling the previously quiet room with a soft melody.

after a few more notes, beomgyu lets the music fade out like the end of a movie. “what do you think?” he finally asks.

“it’s beautiful.”

a teasing smirk lingers on beomgyu’s face for a few seconds before he sets the guitar aside. you take the opportunity to shift across the room to lean against the wall beside him. a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he opens his arms, letting you lean yourself against his chest. “just like you.”

despite playfully rolling your eyes, you playfully swat at beomgyu’s shoulder. “you’ve hit a new level of cringy,” you tease.

beomgyu smiles; his familiar dimples appearing on his cheeks. a warm feeling of comfort fills your chest as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. his hands slip underneath the fabric of your t-shirt to rub miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin.

“maybe,” his other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your face upwards. your eyes flutter shut as he leans in, catching your lips against his for a few seconds. you can’t help the way you smile at the feeling. “but you love it.”

taehyun

“ah,” you hiss, quickly setting the knife aside. taehyun furrows his eyebrows as he watches you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, rushing to your side.

“nothing,” you sniffle. “it’s just the onion getting to me.”

“oh, my poor baby,” taehyun teases. he sets the spatula aside before reaching up to wipe away the stray tears that threaten to escape your eyes. “do you want some help?”

you nod. “that would be nice.”

guiding you back over to the cutting board, taehyun gently places his hands over yours before adjusting your position to hold onto the knife. “use your knuckles to guide the knife so you don’t cut your fingers,” he says, slowly demonstrating how to properly slice the onion. “and do your best to keep it still so you don’t have to worry about slipping.”

following his advice, you carefully begin to cut the vegetable into thin slices. taehyun leans down, observing each of your movements with an overly watchful eye. he rests his head against your shoulder; his hands slip away from yours to wrap his arms around your waist.

“good job, jagi,” he whispers before leaning in to press a kiss against your shoulder.

“thank you, tae,” you smile, turning around to return the favour in the form of a your own fleeting kiss pressed against his cheek.

huening kai

kai groans as he all but collapses onto your living room couch. it feels like his body has been rattled - like someone has grabbed his lungs and forcibly shaken them around, effectively clogging his sinuses and culminating in a relentlessly pounding headache.

“oh baby,” you whisper, kneeling down in front of him. reaching up, you brush the back of your hand against the back of his forehead. “you’re burning up.”

kai watches you through tired eyes as you wrap a nearby blanket around him, trapping him in its warmth before quickly running to the kitchen to grab some medicine. his protests die on his tongue as you hold up the spoon in front of him. “just one spoonful, okay?”

“okay,” kai sighs, leaning in to quickly down the liquid. “you don’t have to do this for me, you know?” he rasps. his throat scratches and aches with each syllable and his flushed skin feels warm to the touch.

“just let me take care of you.” reaching up to cup his cheek, you brush your thumb against his cheek. kai smiles as you lean in to press a chaste kiss against his forehead before curling up beside him on the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, letting you lean yourself against his chest despite his concerns about getting you sick. “do you need anything else?”

“no,” he murmurs, tugging you even closer. “stay with me, please?”

“of course, love.”

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songmingisthighs · 6 months

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your child called txt 'dad'

group : txt

pairing : txt (individual) × single mom!reader

genre : fluff

wc : 2.4 k

warning : kids being kids and txt being txt don't talk to me i am so soft for soobin rn and this is the start of my descent into absolute insanity because what the fuck

a/n : aight i might open request for reactions for both txt and ateez but i might have to work some things out first bc this is hella fun ngl

buy me coffee ?

soobin

Your son was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, when your boyfriend, Soobin, is around, he's a regular chatterbox but not this time. While you noticed it since the day before, Soobin noticed it the minute he walked through the front door and asked for his regular hug that your son gave half-heartedly. It didn't worry you but it saddened Soobin a lot because he truly loves the boy. However, since he was about to go on tour, the next day, he figured he had to be the adult and just try to work through the boy's sulkiness.

From the moment Soobin arrived, he was determined to make your son, his best bud, go back to his usual giggly self. Hours spent on different activities that started indoors with stupid board games to Soobin trying (and failing miserably) to copy Taehyun's card tricks, and even outdoors to get ice cream from the convenience store (which was an excuse because he totally forgot to buy a travel size toothpaste and he needed to buy one while he still remembered). But absolutely nothing seemed to make your son crack a smile, his lips were in a permanently pursed form and his eyebrows furrowed. It was an understatement to say that Soobin was devastated because while your son was out in the living room, you and Soobin scurried to the kitchen so the giant of a man could bury his face in your stomach and let out a muffled scream while you held yourself from squirming, squealing, or even punching him due to being ticklish.

"Did you have fun with Soobinnie today, bud?" you asked as you scooped some food on your son's plate before moving to scoop food for Soobin who was on the other side of your son while you were at the head of the table. You could see your son peeking at Soobin from his bangs momentarily before nodding, quietly eating his food. It was almost comical how you started the day with one boy pouting and now you have two boys at your dining table. The fact that they looked so similar was hecking adorable though.

"You know, Soobin really wanted to spend the day with you having fun because we're not going to see him for a while because he has a tour. Remember the last time Binnie went on tour? He wanted to be able to play with you before he left because he's going to miss you," you tried reasoning with your son, hoping to at least get him to crack and pay attention to Soobin. But much to your and Soobin's surprise, your son finally looked up at you and then at Soobin with tears streaming down his face and bottom lip quivering as his tiny nose sniffled, "I don't want daddy to go," he whimpered before wailing, arms outstretched at Soobin, asking to be held.

Immediately, Soobin took your son in his arms and hugged him tightly, looking at you with eyes swimming in emotion. He didn't know how to react nor what to react to first, the fact that your son didn't wanna see him off or the fact that your son called him dad. The rest of the night they refused to be separated and honestly you wouldn't be surprised if Soobin bought your son a ticket to visit him while he was on tour. Just your son though.

yeonjun

"How can you say no to this? Baby, we're gonna be fucking adorable!" Yeonjun shrieked, following after you who was trying to evade him by going to the kitchen. Your eyes widened and you instinctively turned around and slapped Yeonjun on his arm after he cussed. Yeonjun's eyes widened and he too turned around to see the 3-year-old in pigtails looking up at him with her adorable eyes. "I mean, freaking," he chuckled nervously.

Going back to you, Yeonjun fell to his knees and hugged your legs, preventing you from walking away. "Yeonjun," you huffed, looking down at him, "Let me go." But Yeonjun shook his head, "Not until you said yes to either one of my ideas," he demanded, glaring up at you with determination. "For the last time, we are not going as Shrek, Fiona, and the little green ogre baby to your company's Halloween party!" You exclaimed exasperatedly. "And I told you we can go as Marlin, Dory, and Nemo!" He argued back. As if on cue, your daughter trod over to you and hugged your legs like Yeonjun with a giggle, "Nemo!" She exclaimed, grinning widely. "See? The little miss gets me," Yeonjun said, winking at the girl before pecking her on her cheek.

You do think that the three of you would be adorable in a group costume and you do think it would just be the best to see Yeonjun and your daughter together. You might actually look like a family even though you're not.

"Wait, if we go by Nemo," Yeonjun squealed through sealed lips in excitement only to stop when you gave him a look, "Are you Marlin or Dory? Because Little miss there is mine so I should be Marlin, right?" "What? Of course not, you're Dory, duhh," Yeonjun scoffed as he got up, feeling like he won because you were indulging him in the conversation. "Why am I Dory?" "Because you forget things all the time? Like you still haven't gotten milk so this morning I ate my cereal with americano," the look on your face only made Yeonjun nod, "Yeah, it was disgusting." Hearing the word, your daughter chimed in as she shook her head, "Yucky 'sreal."

"Whatever. Because of that, I'm not going as Dory or even Fiona. I'm Marlin or bust," you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Yeonjun was about to say something when your daughter screeched, "Mommy, no! Mommy Dory, daddy Marlin!" her cheeks were puffed as she clung onto Yeonjun's leg to make a point, startling you. While you were surprised, Yeonjun was simply amused, liking the sound of her calling him dad. He scooped her in his arms and bounced her slightly, "See? Daddy's little munchkin said daddy's Marlin so, boohoo mommy," he cackled turning to make his way to the living room with your daughter, leaving you baffled in the kitchen.

beomgyu

As a demon child himself, Beomgyu understood how you couldn't find a babysitter for your own demon child on such short notice. So of course, without thinking (at all) twice, Beomgyu offered to watch the little ankle biter (literally, Yeonjun's leg still has the mark) until you're finished with... Whatever important thing you had to handle. You mumble a lot when Beomgyu's daydreaming and he doesn't know why you do that when you end up scolding him for not listening. Knowing that Beomgyu has a rather special and unusual effect on your son (aka he's the only one who's able to calm him down), you decided why the hell not.

Somehow Beomgyu had managed to convince your son that he had a treasure buried in his room and the broom would make a loud beeping noise once he found it. Safe to say your son has been diligently sweeping Beomgyu's room while he and Soobin played a computer game. At least he's still paying attention to the boy. "No, no! Buddy, we don't go in the closet because..." Beomgyu trailed off, trying to think about something that would prevent the boy from ransacking the whole thing, "You'll leave your scent and the monster from the closet dimension can track you down when you go home?" Even Soobin was paying attention to see if your son would buy his bullshit. Thankfully, the boy gasped and immediately scrambled to Beomgyu's lap, "No, not the monster!" he whined, hugging Beomgyu tightly as he buried his face on Beomgyu's shoulder. Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle and pat the boy gently on the head, loving how adorable he was and how absolutely similar they both were. Then again your son is 3 and Beomgyu has the same mental age, so...

"For someone who's able to come up with that L-I-E," Soobin peered down to see if the boy could understand his spelling only to see him furrowing his eyebrows at Soobin, "You suck at thinking on your feet in this game," he pointed out. Beomgyu scoffed and kicked Soobin's chair slightly, "Because I got you as a teammate, you're a bum!" he said. Determined to prove the other wrong, Beomgyu and Soobin soon found themselves in a fierce one-on-one battle while the little boy was perched on Beomgyu's lap, slumping as if Beomgyu was a couch as he sipped on his juice box. His eyes were darting between Beomgyu, Soobin, and their laptops, the colours and the clicking sound absolutely hypnotized him.

It wasn't until Beomgyu screeched loudly that the boy even noticed that he had lost to Soobin who was sporting a very smug smirk on his face. "Face it dude, you suck," Soobin teased. Your son looked between the smirking Soobin and the sulking Beomgyu before he puffed up his cheeks and reached over to slap Soobin wherever his hand could reach. "Daddy don't suck, Binnie sucks!" he huffed loudly, snarling at the shocked giant. Hearing how your son called him dad and was defending him, Beomgyu's defeated look was changed to a satisfied grin. Knowing how successful his babysitting was, Beomgyu was determined to share every single bit of detail so he can rub his success on your face.

"Yah! Beomgyu, help! He's biting my arm!" Soobin shrieked.

Well, maybe he could spare some details.

taehyun

It was supposed to be date night for you two. You had planned it down to the underwear Taehyun was going to take off of you but your daughter got sick out of the blue. She was fine in the morning when you confirmed your date with Taehyun on the phone but an hour before Taehyun was supposed to arrive with Kai and Yeonjun, your daughter caught a fever. While it sucked for you, it sucked for the little girl too because she was promised a cupcake frosting station back at the dorm. You had been so busy with your daughter that you forgot to tell Taehyun until he came knocking on your door.

"Taehyun, are you sure this is okay?" you were on the verge of another breakdown, feeling bad for making Taehyun stay in and also feeling dejected that you didn't get to go somewhere without a playground. But Taehyun just smiled gently, placing his coat on the armrest of your couch before enveloping you in a hug, gently kissing the side of your head as he spoke gently, "Hey, the whole point of date night is spending time together, are we not doing that?" And with that, you broke down sobbing again because of how sweet he was being. "If you're gonna cry, go cry in the kitchen, I'll get her back to bed," before you could ask what he meant, a cough and a tiny voice called out for you, "Mama?" Immediately, Taehyun let you go and rushed over to scoop the girl into his arms, "Hey there cutie, I heard you're sick, huh?" Taehyun asked gently. At the question, your daughter nodded her head slowly as she looked at Taehyun before she peeked at you and looked back at Taehyun as if asking what was wrong with you. Taehyun simply smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry about mama, okay? Let me put you back in bed," he was about to carry her off to her room when she squirmed and shook her head with a pout on her face. Looking down, Taehyun saw your daughter pointing at your room with glassy eyes and quivering bottom lip. Chuckling, Taehyun nodded and brought her to your room where her blanket was laid out in the middle of your bed, putting her down and tucking her with a peck to her forehead.

After you regain your emotions, you manage to immediately jump to your daughter's aid with Taehyun. It was a good thing too because apparently a sick child is a two-person job and Taehyun counted as three on his own. It amazes you how he was able to take care of your daughter well, knowing just what to give her and how to get her to eat and stay still as you flush the snot out of her nose. Despite her crying, wailing, and kicking, Taehyun managed to stay calm the whole time and even gave your daughter little praises whenever she managed to do what she was asked to. By the end, your daughter was clinging onto Taehyun with a cold patch on her forehead, her head rested on Taehyun's sturdy chest and her mouth agape. You couldn't help but take a picture of the absolutely endearing sight.

It was around 8 o'clock when your daughter finally calmed down and you both realized that you hadn't eaten dinner yet. "You go change into something less snotty, maybe wash the puke off your hair, and I'll order us some food, how's that?" Taehyun teased. Though you rolled your eyes at him, you nodded and left with a peck to his lips. As a man with taste and consideration, Taehyun decided to order something for not only you two but something your daughter can also snack on in case she woke up hungry and didn't want to finish her porridge. Taehyun was in the middle of placing the order in the delivery app on his phone when he heard tiny sniffles and sobs coming from behind. He snapped his head back only to see your daughter sitting up and crying. Her hands were outstretched towards him and her fingers made grabby motions, asking to be picked up. "Papa," she whimpered. If the crying child didn't melt his heart, him being called papa absolutely crushed him.

When you came back from your short shower, you were surprised to see your daughter draped over Taehyun's chest with her blanket covering her body and Taehyun scrolling on his phone. Sensing the attention, Taehyun shifted his gaze to you and grinned with a finger to his lips, "I've ordered something for us but I think you might have to go get it later," he explained. When you got closer to them, Taehyun grabbed your hand gently and he grinned so wide you were afraid that his face was going to split in half, "And she called me papa," he giggled, feeling happy which made you feel happy for him too.

huening kai

Honestly, you don't know why you agreed to Kai's suggestion in the first place. It wasn't that you don't like being in public with him, especially with staff around and his band members running around everywhere because you do. His members are some of the funniest people you've ever met and his job requires him to always be with staff so you acclimated because you love him. The same goes for how he acclimated with you and your son. Kai is a person with a big heart, he just wanted to have the people he loved around and get along well. Which wasn't hard at all because your usually shy-with-strangers son was suddenly being carried like a sack of flour by Yeonjun and you didn't even have to worry because Kai was there telling his hyung to be careful.

Within an hour, the initial doubt about your attendance at TXT's jacket photoshoot was scrubbed clean off your mind. Sure, it wasn't the first time you all met together with your son, but you were there to witness them working. You thought your son was going to hinder the work there but as it turns out, the staff loves him. Moreover, the staff loves him with Kai who insisted on spending as much moving time as he could spare with your son. Not only him, but the rest of the members seemed to like your little boy. You could only grin at the sight of your son playing with the members whilst waiting for directions.

During their group shoots, your son would sit by your side with his legs tapping impatiently. Kai seemed to speak the same language as your son, somehow managing to get the boy to sit quietly until Kai told him he could move around. You wanted to know what exactly he said. While it would be very out of character, you couldn't help but conclude that it's most likely a form of threat. It's not that you were judging or restricting Kai, you wanted to know so you could use it too. But then again, you didn't want to disturb whatever they have, it's better that it's just between them.

One thing you noticed most was the way your son was so intrigued with the wardrobe. While he stuck by Kai's side like glue in general, you noticed how he seemed to be very interested in Kai's jacket. While Kai was retouching his makeup, your son would play around with the material; tugging on it gently, putting it over his head, and even slipping himself between Kai and the material. When Kai went over to do his solo shoots, your son could only follow after him and stood by, watching your boyfriend work in pure awe.

You seemed to have lost track of time and attention because before you knew it, you heard your son squealing and running to the set but this time with a jacket and hair styled similar to Kai's. You thought that people would be mad and that your boyfriend would scold your innocent little rascal. But he laughed and crouched down with arms opened wide, happily gathering your boy in his arms and spinning him around. "Look, I look just like daddy!" Your son giggled, showing off the jacket he was wearing whilst tugging on the jacket Kai was wearing. You must've only expected the worst-case scenarios because while you thought that Kai would be embarrassed, you only saw him beam and wave at the photographer, asking for a couple of shots of them together for his phone wallpaper.

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halaboyz · 3 months

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to each's, csb

pairing: non-idol! choi soobin x gn! reader genre: angst wc: 614 warnings: pool notes: inspired by a scene in crazy little thing called love (iykyk)

"Oh hey, y/n... You asked for me?" Of course he'd be confused. You just had 3 full conversations with him, all academic-related this whole school year.

You smile, turning to hide the flower you've been hiding. "It's graduation day! I want to congratulate you for surviving high school." You giggle, and Soobin does the same, congratulating you back. "I called you here alone because I needed to tell you something."

"That is?" Soobin cranes his neck, cheeks turning red at the sudden seriousness of your voice.

"From elementary, silly puppy crushes- to puberty, wanting to be prettier, more elegant, and more presentable in front of... you." You meet his eyes, shy as you try to make your smile smaller. "I've done this and that just for you to notice me, Soobin. Maybe it wasn't really enough, but it was okay." Soobin doesn't reply, even make a noise, which prompts you to chuckle. "What I'm trying to say is, Choi Soobin... I like you. Ever since we were first graders, to high school, to now." You finally hand him the flower you've been tightly holding on to, smiling.

Soobin was dumbfounded and red. He doesn't know how to react, nor what to say. He's been fiddling with his fingers, heaving a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take the flower from your hands, your classmate, Beomgyu, barges inside the gates to the pool area. "Hey Soobin! Your girlfriend's been finding you every... where... Oops..." His voice trailed off when he saw the scene, and you're the one who's speechless now. Beomgyu quietly leaves with a guilty mouth, smacking his head in the process.

"You... had a girlfriend?" You're the one who's speechless now.

"Look, y/n..." Soobin has no idea what to say. His shyness was taking over him at the wrong time, seeing your eyes get watery. He has a lot to say, and a whole damn lot of smacks reserved just for Beomgyu, but nothing escapes out of his lips.

"Oh, no! It's okay, Soobin!" You sniff, plastering a wide smile on your face. "It's fine, oh my god, I'm so sorry." You quickly wipe your tears away and retract your arm, messily throwing the flower with no care inside your bag as you got your things.

"Y/n, no..." He tries to reach for your arm but you softly decline, turning to see him.

"It's fine, Soobin. Just a stupid crush anyway," You start walking backwards, smile not fading one second and tears continuously flowing anyway.

Just another fucking step and you step into liquid, feeling yourself drown for a second before straightening your knees and regathering your senses.

What a fucking embarrassment.

"Y/n, oh my god, are you okay?" While you were wiping your face along with your tears, you see a glance of Soobin attempting to jump into the pool to check on you. You extend your arm to stop him, waving your hands in front of your face to hide from him.

All those pampering throughout the years for this?

"I'm okay, Soobin." You give him a chuckle, to convince him and probably yourself too, that you were fine. You are going to be. You will be, right?

As you made your way out of the area, Soobin stops himself from going after you even though he was very worried about you. He figures how you must've felt, not getting a single word from him and getting in that situation.

He was fuming towards his friend. But more importantly, he regrets.

He regrets not saying a thing despite feeling the same way towards you. Now, he might have just lost his last chance.

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qqtxt · 8 months

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[🌸] careful pt.2 w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / fluff 🌸 / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / mentions of small cuts, blood and bruises (nothing serious!) / mentions of food and eating ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 3,126 words ✿ in which you hurt yourself and he tends to your wound. (pt.1 is here!) [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet ❤️‍🩹

gasp. i’m back! i hope everyone has been safe and healthy, and be careful. *winkwink* ✨

[🐰] soobin it’s like soobin’s able to detect something is wrong with the force the moment he hears a commotion coming from the kitchen. the loud noises distract him from watching his show, his body reacting faster than his mind can because he’s already moving from the sofa; beelining straight to the source of the sound.

he stands by the doorway of the kitchen, eyes frantically scanning to where the sound might’ve come from. he lets out a relieved breath when he spots the cans of soup around you, one in particular in your hand but what makes him squint is the mark that’s on your forearm.

“sorry,” you let out softly, awkwardly holding up a single can of–”i just wanted to make some soup,”

you didn’t process what soobin was frowning at when he walked over to you, peeling the can from your hand to set it on the counter nearby. he gently tugs you closer so he can inspect the now noticeable mark on your forearm. well, it could be because you shielded yourself the second the onslaught of cans started to come falling down. note to self: just grab a chair, climb on the counter, or–”you should’ve called me for help, you could’ve gotten seriously injured,”–yeah, that. you were just getting to that.

“i just...” you mutter under your breath, “didn’t want to bother you.”

“you’re never a bother,” he huffs, the frown embedding deeper on his face that the dimples appear out of frustration, rather than endearment on most days. you keep your lips shut and nod slowly, to which soobin sighs and shakes his head, using a thumb to rub circles along the mark even though he knows it hurts (but it was for the best).

“be careful, okay? i really, really don’t mind helping you at all.”

you chuckle, now seeing how your laughter confuses soobin.

“what’s so funny?”

“you’re just… cute, that’s all.”

soobin adjusts his stance, shifting his weight to the other foot, hip jutting out slightly as he grips your wrist with a raised brow and pursed lips. you give in very, very quickly when you can sense the way soobin looks at you is more of a warning than an indulgence to keep poking fun at the situation. “ah, okay, okay. i’ll ask you for help next time, mr. two feet tall.”

soobin ignores the last part of your sentence and smiles a little, “good.”

he tugs your hand to follow his direction out of the kitchen, towards the sofa, “no soup until i’m done applying the ointment.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i’m-not-mad-just-worried-and-disappointed because he knows sometimes your injuries come from not being careless but from making the decision to risk things for the sake of not bothering others. (or trying to take a shortcut) so he’ll be a bit more “strict” but in reality, it’s all because he cares about you and worries for you. would definitely cave in to baby you if that’s what you want but for the most part, he’ll show that he’s worried and will reprimand you if it was something avoidable as simple as reaching for a stool or calling him for help instead. he wants to make it very, very clear to you because this overthinking sweet bean will keep thinking of different ways this could’ve turned out for the worst. so he’ll be thorough in imprinting it in your head that he just wants you to be safe. (so for the sake of soobin’s heart, pls)

[🦊] yeonjun you see, when it came to cooking ramen with yeonjun, let’s just say things can get quite… heated. in a sense where the two of you are overly excited to eat the food that it doesn’t quite process your mind that you should be using a cloth to retrieve the pot when the handle isn’t of a heat insulator material. the yelp that rings the kitchen and the harsh slam of the pot back onto the stove is what gets yeonjun’s shoulders to jump.

he quickly turns around from the sink, shaking his hands dry as he approaches you to examine–”what happened?”

you refuse to answer just yet, hurriedly brushing past him to stand where he once stood by the sink. flipping the faucet, putting your hand under the running water and yeonjun pieces everything together from over your shoulder with furrowed brows and a huff.

“i uh–”you remember that you hadn’t answered him”–i kind of… the pot was–so i was–”yeonjun clears his throat to get you to stop talking. you process what’s happening when he switches off the faucet and he lets out the deepest sigh that shakes your bones in anticipation to what he has to say. you swallow the lump in your throat and don’t move at all, until he pulls you by the arm to sit on the nearby chair in the kitchen by the island.

“wait here,” he mutters under his breath, eyes pinned on you to make sure you’re not going to not listen to him. when he confirms you’re listening to him, he frantically searches from cabinet to cabinet. you quietly watch as he goes through his fifty-shades-of-worry before he finally finds what he was looking for with a cooling gel.

he takes the seat next to you, reaching for the wrist of the hand he sees has a mark on your palm. he applies the gel gently, pausing every now and then to make sure you don’t feel the pain that much. once he’s done, he closes the gel bottle and looks at you with a sigh.

“be careful next time, okay? you could’ve hurt yourself much worse if you hadn’t placed it back onto the stove properly.”

“…”

“…and waste the ramen?”

he makes a sound as he sucks his lips in, brows nearly meeting the center of his forehead at the intensity he’s frowning at you. with a sheepish grin, you nod, “okay, okay. sorry. that wasn’t funny, i know.”

yeonjun hates how you’re able to smile at him like nothing happened; and he hates how his heart is already swooning at the sight.

“thank you, jun-ah.”

“…clumsy butt,” he huffs under his breath, but you can tell everything has already resume to the way it was before when he kisses the top of your head and goes to retrieve the food for you two to eat.

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i-might-scream-first-but-i’m-actually-chill-about-it because his emotions and expressions can get the best of him first before he tames it to recollect himself knowing his outburst is the last thing you need. will go into his signature “mom” mode to lecture you in a loving way fuelled with affection and cuddles because come back here, you’re not leaving until you listen to everything i say and let me hug you properly and repeat back to me whatever i just said to you.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu feels like he should’ve saw it coming but really, he couldn’t have predicted that when you said you kinda knew how to ride a bicycle, it meant–”i-i don’t know how to stop!”

“hah! what a–”his brain processes what you had just said, rather than how you’ve said it (which is screaming at the top of your lungs as you head towards a tree–”wait, what?! baby! press down on the handles in front of your fingers!”

it seems like either the words came out too slow or the adrenaline and panic flushing through your veins blocked out anything going in because one second you’re still on the bicycle, the next, you’ve crashed into a tree and is now on the ground under the shade of the cause of your halting. beomgyu doesn’t process where or what he’s on, immediately hitting the brakes and swiftly kicking the bike stand to leave it aside so he can–”hey hey hey, are you okay?”

you’re laughing. you... are laughing. falling from a bicycle after hitting into a tree, the first thing you do is laugh? that’s it, beomgyu thinks, you’re a goner. amnesia has struck, you’re a lost cause.

“that was–”your laughter gets in the way of speaking, clutching onto your stomach as you sit up with beomgyu’s aid and his eyes are frantically searching all over to see where it might hurt. he cradles you with an arm, the other lightly lingering over your abdomen, “does it hurt here?”

“–absolutely hilarious!” you snicker, shaking your head as you look up to him, “i’m okay, i think it’s just my ankle that’s a little busted,”

“a-ankle?” his eyes widen slightly, now realising he hadn’t noticed–”shit!”

when you’re able to support yourself, he crawls over towards your ankle to examine the reddish mark along your skin. it’s a small patch, but it’s definitely an indicator that–”ah!” you softly exclaim, just as his fingers test the waters by putting a bit of pressure. you watch as he swallows thickly and tells you to stay here, i’ll be right back. before you can call out to him, he’s already dashing towards his discarded bicycle, retrieving a pouch from the basket hooked to his bicycle. he rushes back to you and unzips the pouch, pulling out a tube of cooling gel that–”ooh... that feels nice,”

“yeah?” he glances up to notice the small smile on your face, before looking back down to tending to your minor injury, “that’s good.”

when he’s done rubbing the gel onto the red marks on your skin, he carefully helps you up. he uses a hand to put the strands of your hair back in place, a pout now forming on his lips. “you should’ve told me before we started cycling that you didn’t know how to stop.”

your hands meekly reach for his waist, lightly tugging him closer that naturally, he follows suit without knowing.

“i... i thought i’d be able to remember once i was on the wheel,”

“...that’s bullshit,”

“...not fooling anyone, huh?”

“i’ll teach you next time before we’re anywhere near cycling again until you know how to hit the brakes,” he huffs, shoving the gel back into the pouch before he squints his eyes at you.

“...loud and clear, boss.”

“...”

“...got it?” he lightly nudges the side of your head, a smile threatening to form when he sees how you grin at him, hands squeezing his waist, already stretching out the smile on his face so effortlessly when you repeat back to him: “got it.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. everyone-expects-me-to-be-crazy-but-i’m-actually-calm-and-level-headed because sure, he has his loud and crazy moments but when you get hurt or injured, that all flies out of the window and he’ll try to be as rational as possible. he’ll try to be calm, knowing that is the best thing you need but he might slip a couple of jokes here and there to lighten the mood and make you feel better emotionally, not just physically. sweet ol’ beoms will think about your condition and how you feel, and would definitely try to sweeten things up after as a little pick-me-up treat.

[🐿] taehyun it wasn’t an irregular occurrence to cook whenever you were over at the dorm with the boys. sometimes, oftentimes it can be a bit chaotic with how things are in trying to prepare food for six people in one sitting. there’s a sort of system whereby yeonjun’s manning the main fort of cooking with you as his sous chef, taehyun and kai are in charge of the drinks with soobin and beomgyu in the living room setting things up, choosing a show or bickering back and forth (it’s usually a mix of all three chopped up into pieces, really). speaking of chopping, in the midst of you trying to dice the vegetables for yeonjun to pan-fry, a small mishap causes the entire house to grow silent after the initial gasps.

before you can process what had happened, it’s like you’re being steered in autopilot out from the kitchen and is now seated by the dining table with what seems to be a mini first aid kit by your side. the atmosphere has gone quiet, but in reality, it’s yeonjun and soobin trying to take over the situation by letting taehyun tend to you, while they tend to the rest of the kids.

“does it hurt?” taehyun asks, voice softly echoing into your ears as your eyes fixate on how gentle yet swift his movements are to tend to the cut on your finger. you shrug, “it’s a bit of a sting but–son of a bitch,” the words take over just as you feel the sharp-like needle pain penetrating your nerves. taehyun’s eyes widen with worry but you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool, quickly picking up the pace so the pain doesn’t drag out longer than it should.

within a couple of minutes, and discarded scraps later, your cut is secure with a pink-yellow-bear-heart bandage that makes you chuckle at the sight of it, that gets taehyun’s attention when he carefully cradles your hand, gauging your reaction of how you’re feeling. “this is cute,” you wiggle your finger around, eliciting a chuckle from him. “yeah, huening went crazy when he saw them for sale and bought a ton to stock up in our first aid kit,”

“it’s adorable!” you hear an echo bellow from the kitchen, to which the both of you promptly brush over with a quiet laugh.

“you okay?” taehyun’s voice directs your attention back on him, and the way his thumb gently caresses the back of your hand makes you smile. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you, for asking and for tending to my battle wounds,”

he snorts, “battle wounds my ass,”

“...that is a nice ass,”

there’s a small pause of silence before the two of you burst into laughter. the kind that reassures taehyun that you’re doing okay, the kind that goes easy on your nerves and lifts the tension in the room. when the hilarity subsides, taehyun jolts a little at the way you grip onto his hand to pull it to your lips, planting a soft kiss to the back of his hand that makes his heart melt on the spot.

“thank you, tae.”

he returns the gesture by lightly tugging your hand towards his direction, where he’s able to press a kiss to the back of your hand, “you’re welcome.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. calm-and-collected-but-might-be-stunned-the-first-few-seconds. while i know everyone sees taehyun as the most rational and level-headed one (which i do too!) but i think he might get stunned the initial first ten seconds before he processes what he should do and does just that. once he’s past that stage of realising what happened, mr. robot is on the way with caring and tending to your needs 101% and no less! though, after things ease out and everything is better, he might be that nagging aunt that pokes at you to be more careful every now and then (but it’s all in good intention just so you’re safe and careful always) in kang taehyun we stan

[🐧] kai it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to change in the bedroom, despite kai curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his attention on you when you begin changing. it makes you a bit giddy, tossing your shirt at his face that he peels off with a snort. the lighthearted atmosphere fades when you notice kai’s smile fading as he stares at a spot on your body. it makes you self-conscious that you look down on yourself; dressed in an oversized shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

“what?” you try to shake it off, trying to back away when he sits up towards you but his hand already catches your hand to tug you closer gently.

“did you hurt yourself?” he asks, brows furrowed as he continues to stare but you have absolutely no idea what this boy is on about. you attempt to muster up a reply but–”there’s a bruise here,” kai points out, finger hovering over a spot at the side of your thigh which takes quite an effort for you to crane your neck for a peek.

“oh,” you sound surprised (because you are), “i had no idea,”

you turn the cheek to look back at your boyfriend, who seems to have checked out of the conversation for what feels like a minute, before he’s pushing the blanket off and muttering a soft stay here as he scurries up and out the bedroom. you remain standing there, half-debating if you want to go after him but just as you turn around to head towards the bedroom door, it swings open to reveal the entirety of kai trudging in and making you sit on the bed.

with a soft oof, you do as you’re directed, watching as kai grabs an ointment cream and begins rubbing it gently on your bruise. the pain is minuscule, it stings just a little but it’s nothing you can’t handle. you have your hands on your lap, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him fixate on helping you ease the bruise away with plenty of effort. when it feels like it’s enough, he puts the ointment cream aside and peeks up to your face to see you already smiling at him. despite how pretty you looked, he remembers that he’s supposed to–“how could you not notice that bruise right on your thigh?”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you gently ease your hands onto his shoulders, somehow easing the muscles that tense along the expanse of his back, “...i mean... you out of all people can’t call me out on that when you were blind to your own bruises,”

he takes a deep intake of air and exhales calmly, using a hand to curl around your waist as he looks up to you, “...okay, that’s fair.”

there’s this shared moment of tranquility; one that reassures you that kai’s reliable to take care of you and one that reassures him that it’s the same for him, too.

"just be careful, okay?” kai says, lightly pinching your hip.

“as long as you be careful, too.”

he holds up his pinky finger, “promise,”

almost too easily, your pinky locks with his, “promise.”

tl;dr: introducing, mr. i-might-look-clueless-but-i-kinda-know-what-i’m-doing-but-am-i-doing-it-right? while i think it is possible for kai to be that clueless boy who might have zero idea on what to do, i do see it as a “short-circuit moment” that he’d need to recollect himself before he springs into action and does it well. if not, he’ll definitely be up for pointers on how he can improve and do better and overall, kai’s just a precious sweetheart who would want to take care of you at all times (even if he doesn’t know how to at times).

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