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나란히 걷는 우릴 따라서 / 반짝이는 snowflake, 설렘은 can't stop it, baby

notes: gn!reader (no pronouns used), 438 words of me missing blonde ricky, inspo for his outfit is the same one as the icon, barely proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - melting point

SHEN RICKY cocks his head as he looks at you through the mirror, smirking softly. the silver accents of his stage outfit shine even beneath the dim bathroom lights. “you’re staring.” 

you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you take a step closer. you raise a hand to adjust the edge of his suit, smoothing out the edges of his collar. the fabric has been pristinely ironed, tailored to fit his body perfectly. “you’re handsome.” 

ricky laughs, shaking his head. nimble hands move to fasten his favourite cross earring in place; the silver jewelry perfectly matches the silver accents littering his suit jacket. “you always say that.” 

taking a step closer, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. ricky smiles, silently allowing you to guide him backwards until his back rests against the door. “because it’s always true.”

leaning in, ricky rests his forehead against your own. his fingertips slowly trace miscellaneous shapes against your hips. the feeling sends shivers racing down your spine and warmth spreading across your face. 

“ricky,” you murmur. your hands curl into the fabric of his suit, urging him to step even closer. reaching up with your free hand, you brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. warmth spreads across his face, tinting the tips of his ears pink. 

you can almost hear how his breath hitches in his throat. his lips just barely ghost against your own. the anticipation sends shivers racing down your spine. “yeah?”  

your hand falls, trailing your fingertips along the underside of his jaw. ricky’s eyes are the colour of honey when his gaze meets your own. you chuckle at the faint blush that begins to spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

ricky’s touch feels like lightning. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach relentlessly. he eyes flutter shut when you lean in, so close that your lips just barely brush against his own. “kiss me,” you whisper, nearly breathless.

he smiles softly. you can feel the corners of his lips curl upwards when your lips finally meet his. you can vaguely smell the strawberry chapstick he had applied previously. his lips move in tandem with yours. your bodies fall into a dance you’ve done many times before, meeting and parting in a steady, unmistakable rhythm. 

you’re nearly panting by the time you pull away. you can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest. “was that good enough?” he asks. ricky’s hands move to tilt your face upwards until your gaze meets his. “or do you still want more?”

“shut up,” you chuckle, leaning in to press your lips against his once more. 

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I saw an angel 널 처음 봤을 때 / 하늘에서 내려온 천사같이 빛났어

notes: gn!reader (no pronouns used), 383 words, vote for project 7 jang yeojun and yi chen on weverse !! not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes, title from nct 127 - angel

“hey,” MARK LEE’S quiet voice catches your attention, breaking the previous quiet in your shared bedroom. his shoulder brushes against yours when he shuffles closer. “i want to show you something.”

“really? what is it?” 

mark smiles softly. he unconsciously brings a hand up to nervously scratch at the nape of his neck. a light flush spreads across his cheeks, tinting the skin of his ears a light shade of pink. the sight makes you chuckle beneath your breath, but mark doesn’t seem to mind. “i, uh, wrote something. for you. a song.” 

“a song?” you sit up, shifting to lean your head against his shoulder. his arm instinctively moves to rest around your waist; shivers race down your spine when mark’s hand slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt. his fingertips dance against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “will you sing it for me?”

“i saw an angel when i first saw you,” mark begins. his voice is quiet, as if the words are only meant for you to hear. as if he’s scared of interrupting the peace of the moment. “you shone like an angel that just fell from heaven.”

“wow,” you whisper, breathless. you intertwine your fingers with mark’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “it’s beautiful.”

raising his free hand, mark cups your cheek with his palm. his thumb gently strokes against your skin, trailing along your cheekbone and drifting to brush against your jaw. “just like you.”

your laughter rings throughout the room when you sit up, playfully swatting at his shoulder. mark tightens his grip around your waist, carefully tugging you closer until you’re leaning against his chest once again. “shut up.”  

“i’m serious. you’re the light of my life,” mark murmurs. with flushed cheeks and a lingering gaze, he leans in until the tip of his nose just barely brushes against your own. you chuckle softly in response to the ticklish feeling; the anticipation sends butterflies rushing throughout your stomach and shivers down your spine. “you’re my muse.” 

“your muse?” you repeat. 

mark smiles brightly. “yeah,” he says with a sheepish smile. he leans in, pressing his lips against your own in a sweet kiss. his lips are soft against your own. you can vaguely taste his cherry chapstick when you pull away. “my muse.” 

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just the two of us / 깊어져 가는 moonstruck

notes: gn reader (written with male reader in mind), 553 words, reader is implied to be in uni but it's not important, first enha fic in five months we are so back, inspo from this tiktok lmao, title from enhypen - moonstruck

dangling your legs off of the edge of the pier, you lean back against your hands. a cool breeze blows through your air, rustling your once meticulously styled hair. the sunset ahead paints the sky in hues of pink and purple. sunlight illuminates the horizon, shining across the ripples of water like golden flakes.

beside you, PARK SUNGHOON playfully knocks his shoulder against yours as he sits down. he pushes a hand through his own messy hair, exposing more of his face to the light. “i told you it was nice out,” he teases. “way better than being cooped up in your dorm room all day.”

“yeah, whatever,” you grumble. sunghoon snickers, but otherwise remains quiet, saving his boasting for the time being. 

the minutes pass slowly. you can faintly hear the soft chatter from other beach visitors as they pass by you or walk laps along the shoreline. they move like ants in the distance. “hoon.” sunghoon shifts slightly. he smiles softly when his gaze meets yours; the corners of his eyes crinkle into the familiar crescents that make your heart race. his eyes shine the color of honey in the golden sunlight; they’re just as sweet and inviting as everything else about the man. “yeah?”

“thank you.” you turn to face the sunset once again, brushing your clammy hands on the fabric of your pants. you hope sunghoon can’t tell how fast your heart is beating. “for bringing me here. for everything.”

he smiles brightly. your breath hitches in your throat when his hand trails over your own. his smooth nails brush against your knuckles as his fingertips dance along your skin. time moves as slowly as molasses. the butterflies swarming throughout your stomach feel more like angry hornets. 

“thanks for coming,” he says. you focus on the slow movement of the ocean’s shore pushing and pulling away from the sand. the movement feels eerily similar to the way sunghoon’s hands slip downwards until they intertwine with our own. “i know how busy you are.”

“i’m never too busy for you.” the words leave your lips before you can stop them. you shut your eyes as your body cringes into itself, desperate to escape the situation you had just created.

however, sunghoon simply chuckles in response. his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly; he comfortably leans his head against your shoulder. stray strands of his messy hair tickle against the exposed skin of your neck. 

“well, if you’re never too busy for me,” he begins, chuckling when your body tenses beneath him. sunghoon shifts slightly, raising his hand to cup your cheek. your breath hitches in your throat when your gaze finally meets his once again. “can i take you out tomorrow? on a date?”

your heart seems to miss a beat in your chest. the breath in your lungs disappears in an instant. sunghoon squeezes your trembling hand in his in an attempt to soothe your growing nerves. he watches with sharp eyes and flushed cheeks as you take a shaky breath. “you’re not fucking with me, are you?” 

“never.” his hand rests comfortably against your face. sunghoon strokes his fingertips against your cheekbone.

you smile softly. this time you take the initiative, gently squeezing his hand. “then i would love to go on a date with you.” 

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너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only / 밤하늘을 함께 fly with you

“come on, just one kiss,” you whine as HUANG RENJUN tucks the blankets a little tighter around your body. he raises a knowing eyebrow as he looks down at you, purposefully making sure your entire body is tightly wrapped in the softest blankets in your apartment. “please?”

“you’re sick, y/n,” he chuckles. renjun slides the tissue box across the table, propping it upwards in your direction. “you’ve been coughing on me all morning. i’m not gonna let you spread your germs any farther.”

“i haven’t been coughing on you.” despite your words, your body seems to immediately betray you. your eyes flutter shut as another series of coughs racks through you. the force rattles your lungs and forces you to breathe in through short, painful gasps. your throat burns painfully as you tuck your face into the crook of your arm, falling back until your head rests against the edge of the couch once again. “just be glad i’m not throwing up on you.”

“trust me, i am.” renjun grimaces, though he doesn’t let you see. the fabric of his sweatpants rustles against your rug as he kneels down beside you. his skin feels cool against your skin as he rests his palm against your forehead. “your fever is getting worse,” he sighs. “i want you to take some more medicine after you eat.”

you groan quietly; the sound is muffled by the fabric of renjun’s stolen sweatshirt that hangs loosely off of your frame. “if you’re gonna force me to take more medicine, can i at least have a kiss?”

renjun sighs softly as he relents. he quietly chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down. your eyes flutter shut in anticipation before his lips brush against your forehead - feather-light and cool against your feverish skin. his touch is gone almost as soon as you feel it, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a rapid heartbeat. “that’s all you get until you feel better.” 

“tease,” you huff. 

renjun chuckles in response. he intertwines his fingers with yours before leaning down pressing a final chaste kiss against your knuckles. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll make you some congee. maybe it’ll soothe your throat.”

you smile softly, squeezing his hand in return. “thank you, jun.”

notes: gn!reader, 374 words, still testing new layouts and idk if i like this one, inspired by the fever that i had last week lmao, very late but welcome back renjun :)) i'm glad he's performing with 7dream again <33, barely proofread !! please forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik

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oh, 내 달이 떠오를 때 / 너의 태양이 떠 같은 하늘 아래

MARK LEE sighs quietly. his eyes flutter closed as he leans his head against your thighs, all but collapsing against your body. a peaceful silence fills your apartment, filled with nothing but the quiet hum of your air conditioner. 

“your hair is getting so long,” you murmur. the strands twist around your fingertips effortlessly. the shortest strands fall away from your fingertips the fastest. they make mark flinch when they brush against his cheekbone. despite the years of consistent bleaching and hair dye, the ends still manage to feel soft. “you’ll be able to put it in a ponytail soon.”

“yeah?” mark chuckles quietly, his voice muffled slightly. he twists slightly to lay on his back. he glances up at you with flushed cheeks and a soft, fond smile. “do you like it, baby?”

“i love it.” you brush mark’s bangs away from his face. leaning down, you press a chaste kiss against his forehead. giggles erupt out of the man below you, making you chuckle in return. your hands cup his cheeks, gently brushing against his soft skin. “i love you.”

another sigh escapes him when your nails massage against mark’s scalp. the lingering tension in his shoulders slowly begins to dissipate beneath your touch; the stress of his day slowly forgotten with each passing moment. 

mark smiles brightly. he catches your wrist in his hand, pressing a kiss against the back of your knuckles. “i love you too.”

notes: apologies for disappearing again i got sick lmao, trying a new format for shorter fics, ponytail mark my beloved <33, haven't written for nct in forever but i'm in love with mark so here we are, title from nct 127 - sun & moon

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爱 | h.rj

summary: you ask renjun to teach you chinese, hoping to gather some courage to confess to your crush

featuring: huang renjun x gn!reader

genre: one-shot, fake texts, fluff

notes: i love renjun i love renjun i love renjun. chinese is actually my mother tongue so this was really fun to write teehee i hope you enjoy ^_^ as always, feedback, likes, reblogs n replies are appreciated!

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痛苦会释怀当我放下所有等待 / waiting love is you like that 离开没有你的对白

pairing: biker!choso x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 579

notes: had an idea for biker choso and it turned into this idk, sorry if the ending is weird !! this is not proofread, please forgive any mistakes <33, title from wayv - all for love

drowning out the darkness where the stars would be, the city lights blur together in a sea of twinkling golden hues. moonlight shines down from above, painting the world silver. reaching down to turn the key, KAMO CHOSO stops his motorcycle. his boot hits the edge of the metal kickstand as he steps off of it. 

you watch as he tugs his helmet off before setting it aside. stray strands of long, black hair cascade down choso’s shoulders. his bangs frame his face, highlighting his sharp features. with his helmet now removed you can see the clearly defined edges of his curse mark stretching across his cheeks and nose. 

following choso’s lead, you tug your own helmet off. the plastic exterior has been painted white, leaving only a few black accents. it feels heavy as you turn it around in your hands, admiring how its fresh polish reflects the shine of the moonlight. 

“your hair is all messy,” choso chuckles. his gloved hands feel rough against your skin when he raises them to cup your face. his fingertips linger longer than necessary, though you make no attempts to pull away. he smiles softly as he sets your helmet aside, abandoned on the side of his bike next to his own. after a few seconds, choso sheepishly smiles. he mumbles an apology beneath his breath when he pulls away, nervously taking a few steps back and giving you enough room to step off of the motorcycle yourself. 

choso turns, pulling his gloves off as he turns to face the skyline. the lights seem to shine in the reflection of his dark eyes. “wow,” you murmur, following his gaze towards the shore. “it’s beautiful.”

“yeah,” choso hums. warmth rushes to his cheeks as he smiles to himself. butterflies fill his stomach in an angry swarm. he can all but hear each time his heart beats in his chest; the sound is only drowned out by your voice. “it is.” 

“thank you for bringing me here,” you say quietly. even in the darkness, your hand finds choso’s easily. you intertwine your fingers together, gently stroking your thumb against his skin. “it really is beautiful.”

“of course.” choso pauses for a second. he turns to face you before he continues. “to be honest, you were the first person i thought of when i found this place.” his voice falls to a hushed whisper; his gaze refuses to leave your own.your breath hitches in surprise. you turn to face him with wide eyes, waiting with bated breath as he continues. “as soon as i saw it, i knew i had to show you. i know i wanted you to be here with me.”

“cho,” you murmur.

“y/n,” choso reaches up to cup your cheek, gently stroking his hand against your skin. “i have feelings for you.” 

you smile softly, reaching up to gently push a stray strand of hair away from his face. “i have feelings for you, too.” 

for the next few seconds, the world seems to stop. choso’s lips are soft as they meet your own. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, brushing your fingers through his stray strands of hair. 

choso smiles brightly when you finally pull away. you can almost feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks. “can i take you out on a date sometime, then?”

you lean in, pressing another chaste kiss to his cheek, just below his curse mark. “i thought you’d never ask.”

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降り注ぐ光は / 願い込めた shooting star

pairing: zhang hao x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 564

notes: spent so long finding an icon for this header lmao, if anyone has any kdrama/cdrama recs pls let me know i am starved for ideas and shows to watch, this is not proofread !! please forgive any mistakes <33, title from &TEAM - FIREWORK

ZHANG HAO looks the most handsome when he’s all dressed up. hair meticulously styled to frame his features; a fitted suit wrapped perfectly around his frame; the soft, inviting smile that always seems to put your nerves at ease. 

beneath the golden hue of your bathroom lights, you dance around each other in front of the sink. hao smiles softly. his hands feel soft when they take yours into his own, unconsciously intertwining your fingers together. the faint smell of cologne lingers against his skin; he smells of vanilla and citrus. he smells like summer. he smells like home.

butterflies race throughout your stomach when he gently tugs your hand upwards before pressing a series of fleeting kisses against your knuckles. hao’s lips just barely ghost against your skin - so faint that you almost miss the feeling entirely. 

you quietly chuckle, relenting enough to take a step closer. you can feel hao’s satisfied smile against the palm of your hand. his fingertips dance against your skin. “you look incredible,” he murmurs. 

“you don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” the compliment makes heat rise to hao’s cheeks, staining his skin an embarrassing shade of light pink. the sight makes you smile a little brighter. 

hao leans in, resting his chin against the curve of your shoulder. his hands ghost against your waist, fingertips toying with the fabric of your clothing. “hao,” you whine but wrap your arms around his neck nonetheless. your fingertips brush against his shoulder blades, careful not to wrinkle the freshly ironed fabric. “if we don’t leave now, we’ll never make it there.”

“then let’s just stay home,” he whispers. his voice sends shivers down your spine from the proximity. hao’s hands slip to rest comfortably against your hips as he leans his head into the crook of your neck. you squirm at the feeling of feather-light kisses being pressed against your bare skin.

your breath hitches in your throat when hao pulls away just enough to cup your face in his hands. his fingertips trail along the edge of your jawline; his gaze flickers from meeting yours down to your lips. your eyes flutter closed almost unconsciously. 

hao’s lips are soft when they finally meet yours. you can vaguely taste his strawberry chapstick he had applied only minutes prior. your bodies move together in tandem - as if you were made for each other. your arms snake around his shoulders, carefully carding through the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. your touch makes goosebumps arise against his skin and the flush on his face darken. 

“do we really have to go?” he asks when you finally pull away. hao’s nose brushes against yours, making you laugh. his hands reach up to cup your face. his thumbs gently stroke against your cheeks. “we can just stay home.”

taking one of hao’s hands into your own, you caress his knuckles with your fingertips. his skin is soft; the skin of his palms is calloused from years of meticulous violin practice. 

“one hour,” you say, turning to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. a light flush spreads across hao’s cheeks, just barely covered by the thin layer of foundation coating his smooth skin. twisting around to face him, your fingers trail against the freshly ironed fabric of his suit. “we’ll walk around for one hour. and then i’m all yours.” 

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if the world was ending / i'd wanna be next to you

pairing: seok matthew x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 369

notes: first matthew fic :)) this was so fun to write, inspired by mattrae's cover of die with a smile <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from lady gaga & bruno mars - die with a smile

sunlight spills into your kitchen through your cracked blinds, illuminating the room in a golden glow. the air conditioner quietly hums from another room, fading into the background and creating an effect akin to white noise. your sock-clad feet glide against the polished hardwood floor of your apartment effortlessly. SEOK MATTHEW chuckles as you twirl around your kitchen, approaching him with a bright smile. 

“come on,” you laugh, reaching out towards him. matthew takes your hand into his own with ease, intertwining your fingers together without a second thought. you can faintly smell the citrusy aroma of his cologne still lingering on the fabric of his shirt. “dance with me.” 

matthew cocks his head as he sighs in faux disbelief. “right now? really?” 

you take a step closer, raising your free hand to cup his cheek. matthew’s hand falls to your waist in response, resting comfortably just above your hip. his touch sends shivers down your spine and butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. your heartbeat speeds up just a little in your chest. “why not?” you shrug.

matthew relents with a soft chuckle, raising your hands above his head as he gestures for you to twirl around. your bodies move in tandem as you guide him around the small rooms of your cozy apartment. heat floods his cheeks when you laugh loudly. the sound fills the space with light and warmth. it feels like he can never get enough of it. it feels like home. 

matthew’s hand lingers against the small of your back as you lean in, wrapping your arms around his neck. your fingertips caress his bare skin, skimming over the edges where thin fabric gives way to his broad muscles. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach when you lean in to rest your head against the crook of his neck, pressing a faint kiss against the skin you can reach. “i love you, matt,” you whisper quietly. 

a red hue decorates his ears when he leans in to press a feather-light kiss against your temple. “i love you, too,” he murmurs. it’s only when you smile at him, soft and sweet, that matthew knows for sure: he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3sKhum/

Just found out Zayne has a sensitive back….ideas are going wild…maybe a little Drabble of reader messing with Zayne back (kissing it, dragging their finger down his back…, etc)

Synopsis: You discover Zayne’s biggest weakness and have some demands. Or, the one where Zayne doesn't like having his back touched...unless it's you.

⋆｡°✩ Fluff, kissing, gender neutral reader

Zayne shudders when the slip of a fingernail traces the center of his spine from top to bottom, all the way to his lower back. Nearly dropping the paperwork in his hands, he reflexively holds a palm to his lower back to angrily stroke at the tingling sensation left behind.

“So, the rumors are true,” someone whispers. “You don’t like having your back touched.”

Zayne turns his head from the paperwork in his hand to find you standing behind him, with nothing but smiles and giggles. He didn’t even hear you come into his office this time; his back turned to the door as he stood in front of his desk. You use the position to your advantage to box him in as you playfully poke and tickle at the small of his back again.

Zayne tenses before swatting your hand away. “Yes. Now, that's enough.”

“Someone’s ticklish,” you sing out. Zayne is prepared for you to try to attack him again; but this time when you make contact, it’s with your hands spread over the width of his lower back.

Slowly, you climb your hands up his back to rest on his shoulder. It’s a gentle enough gesture that he doesn’t stop you immediately, choosing to let your actions play out for now. “This just in: it seems I have discovered Dr. Zayne’s greatest weakness.

“I suspect I won’t get a moment’s peace now that you acquired that knowledge.”

“You are correct, sir,” you tease. Then, there’s the softest sensation of your lips between his shoulder blades, kissing softly, as you tiptoe a set of fingers back down. You poke at his back as if holding him hostage. “Now that I have you at my mercy. I think I’ll make the orders around here, doctor.”

“What are your demands?”

“First! You’re going to leave work at a reasonable time, now would be good, and let me take you out to dinner,” you request firmly.

Zayne holds in a small smile, choosing to only shake his head at your antics as you continue.

“After dinner, I’ll have you get candied chestnuts with me.”

Your hands smooth out at his lower back again. Gently, you rotate your thumbs into the divot and layer kiss after kiss at the nape of his neck. This time the shudder he holds in is from the peace wrapping around him, forming a pleasant warmth in the center of his chest when your cheek finally presses against his back.

“Last but not least, my most dastardly of demands, you’re going to go home and get a full eight hours of sleep for once,” you mumble into his clothes.

“Is that all?” he replies, quickly finishing restacking his papers.

“Let me see..." You hum, gently circling a random spot with your fingertip. You never get to make another demand though as he quickly turns and grabs your hand.

Zayne presses you against the side of the desk, reversing your positions and causing you to lightly squeak as he corners you.

“I think there's one more thing between dinner and sleep,” he informs you, but you’re already too lost looking at the longing in his gaze to pay attention. You don’t regain focus until his hands move to lay flat on the desk and trap you between his arms. “You forget. I know a weakness of yours as well.”

Slowly, Zayne leans in closer. His breath is on your neck, teasing the fact that he’s so close to kissing you. It makes you shy and exhilarated at once: the idea that he might actually dare to kiss you in his office…

The idea you could get caught.

Just when you think he might actually do it, he pulls away, leaving you with eyes half-lidded and neck slightly tilted in preparation to receive him. Dumbfounded, you scrunch your face at him as he smirks at you. It may have been a little mean, but he can’t help it when you look this cute worked up. 

“You don’t play fair,” you whine.

“Life is repeatedly unfair I’m afraid,” he responds, lets you up from the desk, and goes to pull his jacket from the chair. “Now, I’d like it if you take me out to this amazing dinner you promised.”

Zayne doesn’t miss the way you pout at him before following him to the door. He holds it open and allows you to pass, but gives in to the sudden beat in his chest that tells him to reach out and hold your arm. You look at him with widened eyes, and it only takes one quick moment to connect the two of you with a kiss.

When he stops, your face is dazed and dizzy, as if you’re unsure why he did it.

“You don’t have to threaten me to get what you want,” he reminds you, wondering if you haven’t figured out just how easily he would offer everything he has to you, if only for you to keep being the person you are. “You're more than enough.”

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💭 JEALOUSY ★

☆ sungchan x male reader

-> idol!sungchan x idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff?, headcanons, scenarios

summary: literally just sungchan being a jealous boyfriend!! plus some bonus cute boyfriend headcanons that i felt like adding 🥰

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₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕HEADCANONS ꒱ ˚₊

— sungchan tries so hard to play it cool, but he's legit the most possessive bf ever and it's lowkey adorable???

— he gets extra affectionate on stage. little touches, inside jokes, heated glances. briize go wild and honestly? sungchan lives for it. “mine," he'll whisper fiercely before you go on stage, giving your hand a squeeze. and really, you wouldn't have it any other way.

— if he sees you texting someone and smiling, he’ll casually drape himself over your shoulders, trying to peek at your phone. “who’s got you grinning like that, huh?” he’ll ask, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

— he finds nearly every excuse in the book to touch you -> fixing your hair, adjusting your mic, leaning on your shoulder, hugging you from behind, holding your hand, etc… literally anything to assert his position as your boyfriend.

— his jaw clenches every time he sees you laughing at shotaro’s jokes during practice. he can’t help but mutter under his breath, “what’s so fucking funny anyway?”

— during dance practice, sungchan notices the choreographer paying extra attention to your form, constantly adjusting your posture with gentle touches. he fumbles a few steps, distracted by the sight. later, he corners you when you’re alone, pressing you against the wall. "looks like you need some extra practice," he growls, his hands on your hips. "how about a private lesson with me instead?"

— during a livestream, anton casually drapes his arm around your shoulders. sungchan, off-camera, grips his water bottle so tightly it nearly cracks. later, he pulls you aside and hisses, “do you have to be so touchy-feely with everyone?”

— at a fansign event, a fan asks you who your ideal type is. before you can even a answer, sungchan blurts out, “he likes tall guys. tall rapper types.” he gives you a pointed look, daring you to contradict him.

— during a variety show game where members have to pair up, sungchan practically tackles you to ensure you're his partner. "sorry guys," he says with a not-so-sorry grin, "i called dibs on him ages ago."

— you mention wanting to learn guitar, and wonbin offers to teach you. suddenly, sungchan becomes very interested in guitars too. "i’ve always wanted to learn," he lies through his teeth, joining your lessons and monopolizing wonbin’s attention.

— during a group dinner, eunseok keeps feeding you bites from his plate. sungchan retaliates by practically shoving spoonfuls of his own food into your mouth. "here, try mine. it’s way better," he insists, glaring daggers at eunseok.

— sohee keeps stealing food from your plate, something you two have always done playfully. sungchan, however, is not amused. he wordlessly places more food on your plate and shoots daggers at sohee. under the table, his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers possessively.

— you’re feeling under the weather, and all the members are fussing over you. sungchan elbows his way through, declaring, "i’ve got this, guys. i know exactly what he needs." he spends the entire day hovering over you, bringing you soup and medicine, and glaring at anyone who dares to come near.

— at a radio show, the host asks about close friendships within the group. before anyone can answer, sungchan’s eager to announce that you and him are the closest. “y/n and i are super close. like, really close. right, y/n?” his eyes are practically pleading.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕BONUS BF!SUNGCHAN HEADCANONS ꒱ ˚₊

— late one night, you feel your bed dip and a warm body press against your back. "couldn’t sleep," sungchan mumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "you’re better than any damn teddy bear."

— after a grueling practice session, you're both exhausted. without a word, sungchan follows you to your room, kicks off his shoes, and crawls under the covers with you. "just five minutes," he yawns, but you both know he's not going anywhere.

— during a thunderstorm, sungchan shows up at your door looking sheepish. "the thunder, it's... loud," he mutters. you lift your blanket in invitation, and he dives in, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

— in the practice room when you're alone, sungchan will sometimes come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder. "show me that move again," he'll say, but his hands on your hips suggest he's more interested in feeling you move than learning the choreography.

— during movie nights with the group, sungchan always manages to snag the spot next to you. as the others get engrossed in the film, he'll slowly intertwine his fingers with yours under the blanket, shooting you a sly smile.

— when you're stressed about a performance, sungchan will pull you aside. "close your eyes," he'll whisper, before giving you a slow, deep massage. his strong hands work out the knots in your shoulders as he murmurs, "you’ve got this. you’re amazing."

— during long car rides, sungchan will pretend to fall asleep on your shoulder. but you can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck when you start playing with his hair.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕SCENARIOS ꒱ ˚₊

it’s comeback season, which means endless photoshoots. today you’re paired with shotaro for a concept that involves a lot of playful touches and laughter. sungchan watches from the sidelines, a subtle frown forming as shotaro adjusts a strand of your hair, laughing at something you whispered. later, during a break, you wander over to sungchan, excited to show him the polaroid the staff gifted you. “look! it came out so cute, right?” he barely glances at it, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. “you had something in your hair,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on yours, “must’ve missed it.” the intensity of his gaze makes you blush, and you’re suddenly very aware of his touch, lingering a beat too long.

seunghan loves to tease. he lives to tease. And he knows exactly which buttons to push when it comes to sungchan. so, naturally, when he sees sungchan subtly fuming backstage after witnessing your playful banter with wonbin, he decides to have some fun. “yah, wonbin-ah,” seunghan slings an arm around him, “you and y/n seemed pretty cozy out there. did you know he used to have the biggest crush on–” “seunghan!” you hiss, elbowing seunghan playfully as sungchan chokes on his water. you shoot him an apologetic look, but he’s not even looking at you. his eyes are laser-focused on wonbin, a challenging glint in them.

“hyung, stop hogging y/n!” anton whines playfully, trying to squeeze between you two during a chaotic group weverse live. you’d simply been showing sungchan a funny meme on your phone, your shoulders brushing, but leave it to anton to turn it into something else. sungchan, however, doesn’t budge. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and fixes anton with a flat stare. “we’re comfortable, thanks for asking.” the chat explodes, a flurry of heart emojis and excited keyboard smashing. you can practically hear the shippers going wild. meanwhile, eunseok is cackling in the background, thoroughly enjoying the show.

you’re exhausted after a long day of practice. All you want is to collapse onto the dorm couch and scroll through your phone. but when you enter the living room, you find sungchan already there, a deep frown etched on his face. “hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, concern lacing your voice. he avoids your gaze, mumbling something about being tired. you know him better than that. you gently pry until he finally confesses, voice low and hesitant, “i saw you and sohee practicing that dance earlier… you two looked really good together.” it clicks. jealousy. you can’t help but smile, finding his possessiveness endearing. you crawl onto the couch, snuggling into his side. “are you kidding? you’re the only dance partner i want.” he tries to maintain his grumpy facade, but you can see the way his lips twitch into a small smile. the silent treatment is officially over.

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makeup ( hong seunghan )

seunghan needs help doing his makeup

content : 1k words, male reader, fluff, boyfriend!seunghan, gamer!reader, light kissing, reader calls sh baby

note : i needed a break from working on the mingyu fic so here's some fluff :) i also wrote this in second pov - i usually write in third but i think i might start using second more!

"help."

seunghan dropped a bag of makeup in front of you, a few items spilling out onto your desk.

"with?" you asked. he frowned when you didn't look up from the game on your computer. you seemed tense and focused in your dimly lit bedroom, wearing your expensive looking headset.

"you do makeup better than me," seunghan explained, nudging the bag toward you. "i'm meeting some people at a club tonight and i wanna look good."

"hey guys, i'll be right back," you spoke into the mic of your headset. seunghan smiled triumphantly. he could hear the faint groans and protests from your friends, but you paid them no mind and looked up at your boyfriend from your seat.

"what people?" you asked. you poked around in the bag a little before looking at seunghan again intently.

"eunseok and sohee. and they said there's some other people coming that i haven't met before."

you nodded and smiled at him. "that sounds fun."

seunghan nodded eagerly, "yeah, i'm excited!"

you liked seeing seunghan all happy and jittery. he didn't go out very often unless it was with you, so you enjoyed seeing him make more friends.

"let me go get my brushes."

seunghan nodded again, watching you walk off to the bathroom. he could still hear the voices of some of your friends talking through the headset that now laid on your desk. he grinned and put it on while taking a seat in your chair.

"hi guys!"

"is that seunghannie??"

"yes, hi!!" seunghan smiled widely at the sound of shotaro's voice. after almost four years of being with you, he'd grown to love your friends.

"thanks for taking y/n away from us!" anton joked sarcastically.

"sorry, what can i do? he's obsessed with me," seunghan replied.

"and who wouldn't be obsessed with you, baby?" you chimed in as you came back to the bedroom.

seunghan smiled at that response. his eyes widened a little when you were suddenly right in front him as he sat, your eyes gazing at him lovingly. you leaned down farther toward the mic while keeping your eyes on him.

"i'm actually just gonna log off, guys. i'll talk to you tomorrow," you spoke. the complaints and shouts of your friends were disregarded as you gently took the headset off of your boyfriend. you could practically hear his heart beat through his chest beneath you, making a tiny smirk curve on your lips. you finally broke eye contact to look at your computer instead. you closed the game and turned the system off completely.

"you didn't have to leave, it won't take long to do makeup," seunghan assured. he grabbed the sleeve of your shirt and tugged on it with a frown, but you shook your head.

"i was getting tired anyways."

"mm, okay.."

"so what do you want me to do?" you asked as you began setting up. you sat on the edge of your bed and pulled the chair he stole from you closer.

"i was thinking something kinda subtle-ish, but i like all the pretty details you do."

you smiled, "alright, i can do that then."

seunghan sat and watched you begin to lay a thin layer of foundation on his face. he felt like he was in a trance. he found you mesmerizing.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked quietly.

"sorry, i'm just.." seunghan felt himself blush a little. "you're really hot," he blurted out.

you stifled a laugh and continued to blend the makeup onto his face.

"says you?" you counter back.

"shut up." seunghan smiled and looked down, a reflex of his when he felt like he needed to hide his face.

you gently took his chin and lifted it back up. "i need to see your face, baby."

seunghan nodded and closed his eyes. he let you continue your work for a while while he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. it was a nice, comfortable quiet in your bedroom. seunghan loved enjoying the little things like this with you.

when his eyes opened again, they were locked on you instantly. his gaze shifted to your lips numerous times, but you were paying too much attention to the makeup to notice. eventually your face inched closer to his, and he took the chance to place a quick kiss on your lips. you were a bit taken aback, but immediately broke into a smile.

"listen, are you here to make out or get your makeup done?"

seunghan laughed at your question. "is both an option?"

"no," you replied. "because once we start kissing too much then you will not be going out tonight.."

seunghan watched as you leaned away from him on purpose. he smiled mischievously and ran his hands along your thighs.

"well that's fine too! i don't have to go out tonight."

you shook your head and chuckled. "no, you haven't hung out with your friends in forever. go out and have fun."

he pouted dramatically. "you won't be worried about me meeting new guys?"

"nope."

"what?? i have so much rizz game, you should be worried."

you snickered at his bickering efforts before giving in and awarding him with one more kiss.

"i'm not worried because i trust you."

seunghan shut up at those words.

"okay, that's really sweet.." he muttered. "but what if i wanna stay home with you now?"

"tell you what," you said. "you go out and have a good time with your friends. drink, take stupid pictures, meet some new people. i'll even come pick you up if you really want to leave early. and then tomorrow, we can do whatever you want."

seunghan sighed. "promise?"

"i promise."

"fine."

"good," you replied happily. "all done now. go have fun, baby."

"thank you, y/n."

"of course. call me if you need anything, okay?"

seunghan nodded with a dorky smile. "and you call me if you start to miss me too much."

"oh, i will, hannie. don't worry."

seunghan grabbed his bag and pranced off to leave your shared apartment, but not before rushing back to kiss you one more time.

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love you all the way / 心動的機會 預告的氣味

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 351

notes: hi it's been so long my apologies i've been busy with uni, slight manga spoilers but nothing explicit, not proofread !! please forgive any mistakes <33 title from wayv - poppin' love

the morning comes with a faint stream of sunlight and the quiet chirping of birds from outside your window. fog spreads across the landscape, obscuring the outside world from view. you can just make out the golden tree leaves in the distance that cover jujutsu high’s campus. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI lays beside you; his body is nearly totally intertwined with yours. his quiet snores are muffled by your pillows. blankets cover his body in patches, being sprawled across your mattress in the night. the hem of his t-shirt has raised just enough to expose his bare skin to the cool morning air. you tug the blankets upwards to cover his skin. from the kitchen nearby, you can faintly smell the fresh black coffee nanami had brewed.

turning onto your side, you carefully rest your palm against megumi’s cheek. your fingertips trace against the tagged edges of scars that decorate his features. his skin is still a slightly puffy shade of pink, matched by the natural flush that occasionally spreads across his cheeks when you kiss him for too long. 

you pause when megumi flinches, squeezing his eyes shut a little tighter. raising your hand, you carefully push a stray strand of ink black hair away from his face. “sorry, did i wake you?” 

megumi hums quietly as he shifts, just barely leaning into your touch. he lazily blinks a few times, slowly letting his eyes adjust to the newfound sunlight filling the room. his eyes shine a deep blue that rivals the depths of the ocean - one that you can’t help but find yourself getting lost in. 

you take the opportunity to continue, gently beginning to card your fingers through megumi’s hair. the strands are soft as you twist them between your fingers. 

“it’s okay,” he finally mumbles quietly. megumi’s voice is deeper and raspier, coated with the side effects of his sleep. slowly, he wraps his arm around your waist. his fingertips dance against your hip as he shuffles closer until his head is resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. “i could get used to waking up like this.” 

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megumi always comes to your dorm room after a mission. nowadays, you don't even flinch when you hear your door open, accompanied by an irritated sigh or just... silence. however, a sound you're not used to is a pitter patter of liquid dropping onto your wooden floors.

with a glance up from your phone, the sight of a very much soaked, grumpy megumi is visible to you. his hair is completely drenched and flat, except from the odd strand here and there. "why are you wet?" you ask quietly.

"rain."

as soon as he responds, you're up on your feet, approaching him. "you're dripping, baby..." you coo, subconsciously coddling him as you already make a start on drying him up with a nearby towel. "where's your umbrella?"

if it were any other person, he would've squinted away already, but something about you is just different. in a good way, of course. really, he could get lost in your eyes any day. "forgot it here." he lowly mutters through clenched teeth. he's trying not to show how much the rain affected him.

and then it clicks. the black umbrella that's been beside the door the entire day.

immediately, your lips form into a pout. "my baby..." though your gaze is fixed on his face, his cheeks, nose and ears flushed a bright red, your hands were busying themselves, constantly patting and rubbing. "you'll be sick tomorrow. it's cold out there."

almost as if he could no longer hold the eye contact, he looks off to the side, his voice a low mumble of near guilt. "sorry."

"don't be. don't need to ask to shower either." you usher him towards the bathroom. "i've already got enough of your clothes to spare, so you can just stay over."

before you can close the door, you notice he's got a somewhat sulky expression. if there's one thing you know about megumi, is that he tends to not voice what he actually wants. "yes, we can cuddle afterwards. just warm up first, okay?"

for the first time in a few hours, he smiles, pulling the door handle himself.

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⋆｡°✩ 너 말곤 전부 사라진 my world / 내 모든 시간에 오직 너만이 가득 차

little things zb1 maknae line do as your boyfriend

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), got a ton of inspo from this fic by @luvh4nji !! first reaction for zb1 :)), ricky calls reader beautiful, i am a red haired gyuv enthusiast my apologies, mentions of insecure yujin, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - crush

SHEN RICKY always gives you little gifts. 

“i got you something.” 

“ricky,” you chuckle softly as you shake your head. your lips quirk into a smile as you set your phone aside, turning to face him. “you didn’t need to.” 

“but i wanted to.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i always want to.” 

ricky twirls the stem between his finger as he holds it out for you to admire. you softly gasp at the sight, admiring the hues of pink and white and decorating the flower petals. “it’s beautiful!” 

“here,” his touch is feather-light as he reaches up, carefully brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine at the feeling. “let me.” 

ricky smiles sheepishly as he delicately tucks the flower behind your ear, careful not to let any petals fall. you can faintly smell the sweetness radiating from it. you smile brightly as you tilt your head to the side to pose. “how do i look?”

stepping forwards, he cups your face between his hands. ricky leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. they feel soft against your skin - tinted a soft shade of baby pink and routinely coated in strawberry chap stick. he smiles when he pulls away, a light flush quickly spreading across his skin. “beautiful.”

KIM GYUVIN is always holding your hand. 

amidst the bustling crowd, you peek over the tops of heads and behind shoulders as you search for gyuvin throughout the crowd. wires stretch across the ceiling like vines. you only catch glimpses of muted conversations when staff members pass you by.

it only takes a small gap in the crowd before you recognize him, his red hair a sharp contrast to the black boxes behind him. “gyuvin!” 

his eyes widen. he watches you in shock for a moment before he immediately begins rushing towards you. “you’re here,” gyuvin whispers shakily. his grip tightens around your waist as he leans in, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. 

“i’m here,” you chuckle. you rub your hands against his back in an attempt to soothe him, careful not to wrinkle the thin fabric of his stage outfit. gyuvin’s hands cup your face when he pulls away, gently trailing along your jawline. a deep flush rises to his cheeks despite the thin layer of foundation covering his face. 

“there’s so much i want to show you.” gyuvin smiles brightly. his large hands envelop your own, intertwining your fingers together with ease. shivers race down your spine when his thumb casually brushes against your knuckles. he squeezes your hand once. “just follow me.” 

PARK GUNWOOK is clingy. 

the sunset casts a golden glow across the train car, illuminating the horizon in the distance. its wheels scrape against the rails, creating a quiet hum that drones on for hours. you turn to look out the window. flashes of trees and seemingly never ending hills eventually give way to acres of flat fields, filled with crops ready for harvest. 

you startle slightly when gunwook’s head falls against your shoulder; stray strands of his hair tickle against the bare skin of your neck. he all but slumps his body against yours, letting a deep sigh escape him. your bodies mold together like puzzle pieces. 

“is everything okay?” you whisper. you reach upwards to carefully push a strand of hair away from gunwook’s eyes. he leans into your touch slightly, smiling softly when you allow him to lean his cheek against your palm.

“yeah,” he mumbles in response. his voice is low and raspy. the telltale signs of sleep slip into his words. gunwook looks up at you with rosy cheeks and tired eyes full of love and admiration. it’s enough to make your heartbeat a little bit faster and butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. “just want you.” 

HAN YUJIN tells you everything. 

“yujin,” you whisper. he nervously chews on his bottom lip, anxiously staring up at the continuous spin of your ceiling fan. moonlight illuminates your bedroom, painting the walls silver. “what’s on your mind?” 

yujin curls into your side, abandoning any embarrassment in the night. his legs entangle with your own beneath your blankets. “i’ve been thinking,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost miss the words entirely beneath the hum of the air conditioner. “about performing. about the concerts.”

“are you nervous?” he nods, tucking his face into the comforter. “you’re an incredible performer. all the work you’ve done to improve is showing, even if you don’t think it is. you’ll be amazing out there - i know you’ll be. and if you need any help, i’m here. and so are the members.”

carefully, you begin to card your fingers through his hair. yujin sighs softly in response, nuzzling his head even further into your pillows. you can all but feel him relax against your touch. “how are you feeling now?” 

“better,” he says, muffled against the fabric. twisting to face you, yujin sleepily smiles up at you. “thank you.” 

you smile softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple. he takes a deep breath in response, finally allowing his eyes to flutter closed. “sweet dreams, jinnie.”

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you are a light of my life / 너는 내게 이정표가

pairing: park gunwook x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 529

notes: 大家中秋快乐 <33, not super happy with this tbh, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - eternity

PARK GUNWOOK smiles to himself as he steps onto yet another leaf, relishing in the soft crunch that it makes beneath his boot. the trees around you are covered in hues of yellow and orange. leaves desperately hang onto tree branches before the wind blows them away, sending them floating to the ground. 

“seems like fall is here,” gunwook comments. he stuffs his hands into his pockets, hiding his skin from the cool autumn air. 

“finally,” you sigh. the wind rustles your hair, sending stray strands covering your eyes and blocking your vision. “it felt like summer would never end.” 

gunwook hums, reaching up to brush a hand through his unstyled hair. “you’ll start complaining again when it gets colder soon,” he teases. 

“shut up,” you laugh, playfully swatting your hand at his shoulder. gunwook laughs in response, the sound making you smile brightly in return. 

a comfortable silence falls between you, only occasionally interrupted by the roaring engines of passing cars and the quiet chirps from the birds above. the sun slowly dips below the horizon, illuminating the world in beautiful but blinding golden light. 

you turn, finding your attention on gunwook once again. he seems to glow in golden hour. his eyes shine the colour of honey and his flushed cheeks only seem to add to his natural charm. he keeps pace with you easily, occasionally straying from the path to step on any nearby leaf and smiling brightly when they crunch under his shoes. 

the sunlight quickly begins to dissipate; the warmth leaves alongside it. shivers race down your spine as another gust of wind blows by. it feels icy against your cheeks as you wrap your arms around your torso. goosebumps arise against the exposed skin on your arms, refusing to disappear even when you rub your hands against your skin.  

“here,” gunwook says softly as he carefully drapes the fabric around your shoulders. his nimble hands tug the zipper upwards, effectively trapping you within the warmth of the soft jacket. it’s oversized on you, the sleeves covering your hands like mittens and only leaving your fingertips exposed. 

he sheepishly smiles at you; rosy cheeks and a bright smile paint his features. gunwook scratches at the nape of his neck - a nervous habit. “you’ll catch a cold if you keep shivering like that.” 

you would be lying if you said gunwook didn’t make you nervous. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach, getting caught beneath the lump that has formed in your throat. your heart races; you can feel it pounding faster with each passing second. 

swallowing your anxiety, you reach over, carefully brushing your knuckles against gunwook’s. a second passes before he reaches over, hesitantly taking your hand into his own. his skin feels warm against yours, though a little calloused from hours of guitar practice. he intertwines your fingers with ease, ending the action with a gentle squeeze. 

shivers race down your spine at the action. you smile softly, nervously chuckling as you knock your shoulder into his. “thank you, gunwook.” the wind carries your words away, sending a new flurry of leaves tumbling to the ground. 

he smiles brightly in return. “anything for you.” 

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19:42 ㅤㅤㅤ☆ ㅤ —﹙ k.tr ﹚

WHEN ㅤ,ㅤ you wish to surprise taerae !

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The air fills with Taerae’s soft strums on his guitar as he plays a song he had recently written. You halt at the doorway, eyes training on his back as you watch him with a lovesick smile on your face.

Maybe it is the dim lights, his bare face with his usual glasses, his deep, melodic voice, or possibly everything else that makes you stare at him like a whipped teen with her first crush.

When Taerae’s shirt shifts a little as he adjusts the guitar you get a weird idea in your mind, giggling softly and then slapping yourself lightly for being so head over heels for him.

Slowly sneaking behind him you stand for a while, basking in the scent that is so him, before you sneak an arm around his waist earning a surprised gasp from him. You giggle softly seeing a red hue cover his ears as he says, “When did you get here?”

“A while ago,” you murmur as you nuzzle your face in his neck and press a feather-light kiss on his neck. You feel Taerae stiffening, lightly tripping on his words before his composure is back and he laughs.

The deep laugh vibrates off his body into yours as he says, “This is new, anything good happened?” You shake your head against his shoulder and quickly peck his neck again before he can talk more. Taerae hums visibly unfazed by your second attack as you stare at him with narrow eyes.

You peck him again and again, all over his neck knowing he can’t keep up his unflustered state for long but as you are going in for the seventh peck Taerae turns his head and presses his lips to yours taking you by surprise.

Your eyes widen as you blink, unable to kiss back and Taerae’s lips are gone as soon as they come. A smirk slowly makes its way into his face as he grins, his cavernous dimples glistening in the low lights. You feel flustered at his stare as he asks, “So when exactly were you back?”

You blink at him, brain not comprehending what he asked and Taerae bites back a smile as he sees you. Intertwining his fingers with yours, a small breath leaves your throat as you reply finally, “A while back.”

“Okay, good,” he hums as he pulls you into his lap, resting the guitar on his other leg and says, “Then I get to kiss you all I want.” Your face heats up and you slap his chest lightly making him grin, “What? You were having fun kissing my neck just a while back!”

“Shut up,” you groan and he smiles saying, “I will,” and presses his lips to yours.

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