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[marsrblg]

night to remember —

pairing : student!yushi x student!reader (no pronouns. written with male in mind)

summary : after meeting yushi thought a mutual friend, you have a hangout in a dorm with everyone, while also having a night to remember with yushi.

warnings : fluff, teasing, college au

a/n : erm… i wrote this at 2am.

~ requested ! ~

— wc: 1.4k— not proof read —

the first day of college is chaotic, to say the least. dorm assignments are a mess, people are frantically trying to find their classrooms, and yushi is already late to his first lecture. you spot him sprinting across campus, backpack bouncing wildly, his dark hair sticking up at odd angles from what must’ve been a rushed morning. he’s juggling a half-empty coffee cup and a folder that’s threatening to spill its contents onto the pavement. you can’t help but laugh at the scene, the sound of your amusement catching his attention. he glances your way, his dark eyes meeting yours for just a second before he vanishes around the corner.

later that day, as fate would have it, you meet properly. it’s outside the student union, where a group is forming, introductions buzzing through the warm afternoon air. sion, the friend who seems to know everyone, is at the center of it all. "this is yushi," sion says, clapping him on the back. "he’s a disaster, but we love him."

yushi looks embarrassed, his cheeks tinged pink as he gives a small wave. "hi," he says quietly, his voice soft and a little uncertain. his gaze flickers to you briefly, like he’s trying to gauge your reaction, before quickly darting away again.

you introduce yourself, offering him a reassuring smile, and when he reaches out to shake your hand, his grip is tentative but warm. "nice to meet you," he says, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. it’s a quiet moment, but something about it feels significant.

soon enough, a friend group starts to take shape. there’s sion, riku, ryo, jaehee, sakuya, yushi and now, you. the dynamic is lively, full of late-night hangouts in cramped dorm rooms, bursts of laughter over terrible jokes, and endless snacks shared among the group. yushi, however, often lingers at the edges, his quiet presence blending in until he warms up to the rhythm of the conversation. he’s thoughtful, his laughter always genuine when it does come, and it lights up his face in a way that’s hard not to notice.

with you, it’s a little different. there’s a hesitance to him, like he’s testing the waters, unsure how far he can go. the first time he teases you, it’s so subtle you almost miss it. the group is sitting on the floor of riku’s dorm, empty soda cans and snack wrappers scattered around. someone suggests sharing embarrassing high school stories, and you’re midway through recounting yours when yushi speaks up.

"wait," he says, holding up a hand, his voice tinged with nervous humor. "are you telling me you actually wore that to prom?"

his tone is teasing, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, as though he’s worried he might’ve pushed too far. you cross your arms, playing along. "it was a bold choice," you say defensively. "and i pulled it off."

"oh, i’m sure you did," he replies, a small smile tugging at his lips. "but i’d pay good money to see the pictures."

you roll your eyes, but the banter feels natural, and you notice the way his cheeks pinken slightly when the group laughs. as time goes on, this playful dynamic becomes a staple between you. yushi starts sitting next to you during hangouts, his shoulder brushing yours in a way that feels almost deliberate. his teasing gains confidence, his quiet wit shining through in moments that make your heart skip.

one friday night, the group gathers at sakuya and sion’s dorm, planning to play mario kart and hang out before diving into midterm prep. the energy in the room is chaotic, filled with the sounds of controllers clicking and mock threats being exchanged. you and yushi end up on the same couch, the space between you narrowing as the night goes on.

"you’re going down," he says, holding the controller with a mix of determination and nerves.

"big words for someone who just crashed into a banana peel," you reply, your character zooming past his on the screen.

yushi groans dramatically, leaning back against the couch. "this game is rigged."

"or you’re just bad at it," you tease, your tone light.

his cheeks flush, but he narrows his eyes at you with a playful grin. "oh, you think you’re better?" he playfully nudges you.

"i know i am," you reply, throwing a blue shell that sends his character spinning off the track. you glance at him, triumphant. "see?" you nudge back, a bit harder than he did.

yushi huffs, but there’s a glimmer of admiration in his voice. "beginner’s luck," he mutters, though the small smile tugging at his lips betrays his amusement.

the game drags on, full of dramatic comebacks and loud laughter, until sion declares he’s starving and suggests a late-night food run. most of the group agrees, but you and yushi hang back, both sticking to the original plan and want to head to the library for some last-minute studying.

the campus is quiet under the glow of streetlights as you walk together, your steps echoing in the stillness. yushi stays close, his arm brushing yours now and then, each touch sending a small jolt through you. the night air is crisp, and at some point, yushi notices you shivering. it was stupid to walk outside with only a shirt.

without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and hands it to you.

"here," he says, his voice soft. "you’ll catch a cold." he continues. he still has a hoodie on so offering his jacket wasn’t going to change much for him.

you hesitate for a moment before accepting it, the fabric still warm from his body. "thanks," you say, slipping it on. it’s a little big, the sleeves hanging past your hands, and you catch yushi glancing at you with a shy smile.

inside the library, you find a cozy corner tucked away from the main study area. textbooks and notes are spread out between you, but focus is hard to maintain. yushi looks more tired than determined, his head drooping as he attempts to read.

"you okay over there?" you ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

he nods, though his eyes are half-closed. "just... resting my eyes," he mumbles.

moments later, he’s fast asleep, his head leaning against your shoulder. at first, you’re surprised, the warmth of him catching you off guard. but as his breathing evens out, you find yourself relaxing, the weight of him oddly comforting. you stay like that, letting him rest, the quiet hum of the library surrounding you.

when he wakes up, the embarrassment is immediate. his face turns crimson as he sits up, avoiding your gaze. "why didn’t you wake me up?" he asks, voice muffled as he buries his face in his hands.

"you looked comfortable," you reply with a shrug, trying to hide your amusement.

yushi groans, but there’s a small, shy smile tugging at his lips, as if part of him doesn’t entirely mind.

the walk back to sakuya’s dorm is quieter, the night wrapping around you like a blanket. when you rejoin the group, they’re sprawled on the floor, empty takeout containers littered around. sion looks up with a grin, his gaze flicking between you and yushi.

"you two took your time," he teases, waggling his eyebrows. "what were you doing? having a heartfelt conversation?"

yushi stiffens beside you, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "we were studying," he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

riku smirks, clearly not buying it. "studying? is that what they call it now?" his gaze drops to the jacket you’re still wearing, and his grin widens. "or were you borrowing yushi’s wardrobe? because you look pretty cozy in that jacket."

yushi’s eyes go wide, and he starts to stammer. "i—it was cold! i just—"

sakuya leans in with a playful smirk. "sure, yushi. let’s go with that."

the group bursts into laughter, their teasing lighthearted but relentless. yushi groans, burying his face in his hands, and you can’t help but laugh along, the warmth in your chest spreading at their playful ribbing.

as the night winds down and the group starts to disperse, yushi pulls you aside, his expression a mix of embarrassment and something softer. "sorry about... them," he says quietly, his gaze fixed on the ground.

"don’t be," you reply, your voice equally soft. "they’re not wrong."

yushi looks up at you, his eyes wide, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. then he smiles, small and shy, but it lights up his face in a way that makes your heart skip.

as you decide to stay for a sleepover in the shared dorm, the memory of yushi’s smile lingers as you glance at him sleeping peacefully beside riku, like two cats beside one another. you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the group is right.

[marsrblg]

JUST THE MIRAGE ii. (송강)

I need a hostage free, I need a rocket ship, I need to run from

♱ PAIRING : SONG KANG (CHA HYUN-SU) X MALE READER

♱ CONTENT WARNING : Slightly detailed gore

♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : You think I should watch season 3?

♱ REQUESTED : GOOD MORNING, TATI!! CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A HYUNSU FROM SWEET HOME OS? I LOVED YOUR OTHER ONE SO CAN YOU MAKE ONE JUST SWEET STUFF. READER IS LIKE A MUSIAN IN THE APARTMENT COMPLEX AND THEY GO THROUGH THE FIRST PART OF THE APOLCYSE TOGETHER THEN LIKE HYUNSU CHANGES. THANK YOU, LOVE YOU GIRL FIGHTING!

The dim yellow light of the hallway flickers slightly as M/n carefully placed another folded dress shirt into his suitcase. His small apartment was cluttered with an open violin case, stacks of classical music books, and half-packed luggage. His flight to New York was in just a few days, and his mind should be on perfecting his final practice pieces; but instead, his thoughts kept drifting toward the new tenant across the hall.

Cha Hyunsu.

M/n had seen him moving in a couple of days ago, a quiet guy with messy hair and tired eyes. He looked like the type to keep to himself, not bothering to greet anyone. Still, something about him was… off. Not in a scary way, just distant; like he was here, but his mind was somewhere far away.

And now, just as M/n stepped out into the hallway to toss some trash, he spotted Hyunsu standing outside his own door, hesitating, unsure whether he should step outside or go in in.

M/n stopped, adjusting the strap of his violin case over his shoulder. "Hey," he says casually, breaking the silence. "Are you… alright?"

Hyunsu glanced up, startled, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him. He nodded slowly.

M/n’s eyes flickered to the convenience store bag in Hyunsu’s hand. The plastic crinkled slightly under his grip, fingers curling like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hold onto it or drop it.

The contrast between them was stark. M/n, with his neatly pressed clothes and soft, expensive-looking sweater, Givenchy; looked like he had stepped out of a university brochure. Hyunsu, on the other hand, looked… worn. His oversized hoodie was frayed at the sleeves, his jeans had seen better days, and there was something about the way he carried himself; like he was trying to take up as little space as possible.

M/n’s arm reached to his neck, suddenly feeling a little awkward. He’d spent most of his life around polished, well-dressed musicians, but Hyunsu was different. A quiet presence. A little ghostly.

“You, uh… found the convenience store okay?” He asked, gesturing to the bag with a finger. It was a dumb question, but M/n wasn’t sure what else to say.

Hyunsu nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah.” His voice was quiet, hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while.

M/n hesitated. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the way Hyunsu looked; like he was barely holding himself together made him want to say more. To ask more.

“You live alone?” He asked before he could stop himself.

Hyunsu hesitated at M/n’s question, his fingers tightening around the plastic bag. His eyes flickered up for a second before lowering again, his posture curling in on itself.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

M/n nodded slowly. He could tell Hyunsu wasn’t much of a talker, but there was something about him that made M/n want to pull him out of his shell. Maybe it was the way he always seemed on edge, like he was expecting something bad to happen at any moment. Or maybe it was just because M/n had a habit of picking up stray things; lost sheet music, forgotten melodies, and even lonely people.

He rocked back on his heels, tongue to his cheek. “You ever been up to the rooftop?” He asked casually.

Hyunsu blinked at him. “…No.” He was lying.

M/n smiled. “Figures. Eunyu likes to keep that place locked down.” He tilted his head toward the stairwell. “Well, come see it with us then. Eunyu’s probably already there, kicking the railing or something.”

Hyunsu’s brows furrowed slightly, his head tilting. “Eunyu?”

“The ballerina,” M/n explained. “Always has an attitude? Wears her pointe shoes like its armor?”

Hyunsu looked uncertain, his fingers fidgeting with the convenience store bag. M/n could tell he was about to say no, to retreat back into his apartment like a scared animal, but for some reason, he didn’t want to let him.

“It’s just the rooftop,” M/n said, his voice softer this time. “No pressure. It’s nice at night. I like to practice up there. Maybe you can just sit and hang with us.”

Hyunsu hesitated for a moment longer, then, with a slow nod, he murmured, “Okay.”

M/n smiled. “Cool. I’ll go get my violin and we’ll head up. Wait for me.”

The rooftop was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city in the distance. A cool breeze drifted through the air, carrying the slight scent of asphalt and rain. The sky above was dark, only a few stars visible through the city lights.

Eunyu was already there, perched on the edge of a bench, one leg tucked under her while she lazily scrolled through her phone. She glanced up when M/n and Hyunsu arrived, raising a brow.

“Took you long enough,” She muttered before her gaze landed on Hyunsu. She stared for a second, then snorted. “Why is this creep here?”

Hyunsu shifted awkwardly, clearly regretting coming up here already.

M/n shot Eunyu a look. “Be nice.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push it. Instead, she leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. “Whatever. As long as you don’t get in the way of my air.”

M/n chuckled before turning to Hyunsu. “Excuse her rudeness,”

Hyunsu just nodded, his gaze drifting over the rooftop like he was seeing it for the first time. He looked… calmer up here. Less weighed down.

M/n set his violin case on the ground and started unpacking it. He glanced at Hyunsu, “You like music?” Hyunsu hesitated before nodding.

M/n smiled, tightening the bow. “Good. Then sit back and enjoy.”

As he lifted the violin to his shoulder and drew the bow across the strings, a soft, melancholic melody filled the air. Eunyu leaned back, closing her eyes, and for the first time since M/n had met him, Hyunsu looked… at peace.

As the first few notes of M/n’s violin rang through the rooftop, Eunyu sighed dramatically but stood up anyway.

“I swear, you play that thing just to show off,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words.

M/n smirked but didn’t respond; he just kept playing, the bow gliding smoothly over the strings, filling the night air with a soft yet haunting melody. It wasn’t some grand, overly complicated piece; just something slow and fluid, the kind of music that sank into your bones.

Then, as if it were second nature, Eunyu started to move.

She didn’t need a stage, just the cool concrete beneath her feet. Her body fell into the rhythm instinctively, her arms extending gracefully, her steps light yet deliberate. Even in an oversized hoodie and dirty, broken in pointe shoes, she carried herself like a ballerina; like she was meant to dance.

Hyunsu watched, quiet and still. His hands were buried in his hoodie’s sleeves, the convenience store bag now sitting forgotten on the bench beside him. The faint glow of the city lights cast soft shadows across his face, and M/n could tell he was captivated.

M/n kept playing, watching as Eunyu twirled, the fabric of her hoodie billowing slightly as she moved. She wasn’t doing this for anyone; not for an audience, not for applause. She was just… feeling the music. And for once, she wasn’t trying to act like she didn’t care.

When the song ended, Eunyu landed softly, exhaling like she’d just released something heavy.

“Not bad,” she said, running a hand through her hair.

M/n chuckled, lowering his violin. “Not bad? That was one of your better ones.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on her lips. Then she turned to Hyunsu, who was still staring. “What?” She asked.

Hyunsu blinked, like he had just been pulled out of a trance. “Nothing.”

Eunyu scoffed. “Creep.” But she sat back down next to him anyway.

M/n packed up his violin, glancing at Hyunsu. “You ever play anything?”

Hyunsu shook his head. “No.”

“You should try it sometime,” M/n said, his tone light. “Music’s good for the soul.”

Hyunsu didn’t say anything, but there was a flicker of something in his expression; something thoughtful.

M/n leaned back against the railing, looking out over the city. The night felt different somehow, like they had carved out a small space just for themselves. A brief moment of peace before the world inevitably came crashing down.

And for some reason, M/n had the feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they found themselves here, together.

The air inside the elevator was still, the faint hum of the machinery the only sound as M/n adjusted the strap of his violin case. His suitcase was propped against the corner, neatly packed for his flight. This was it. His last day in Korea.

He exhaled, staring at the floor numbers slowly ticking down. This was how he imagined leaving; no big goodbyes, no tearful farewells. Just him, his bags, and the weight of everything he was about to leave behind.

As the elevator descended, M/n tapped his fingers lightly against his thigh, his nerves buzzing; not just from excitement but from something else. An unease that had been gnawing at him all morning.

The apartment complex had been weird today. The hallways were eerily quiet. The air smelled off, like something damp and rotting. And there was that woman from the 7th floor; Mrs. Kim, who had been standing in the hallway earlier, mumbling to herself, her hands trembling as she scratched at her arms.

M/n shuddered, shaking off the thought. He was probably just imagining things.

The elevator jolted slightly as it passed the 4th floor. The lights flickered. M/n frowned, glancing up. “What the fu-” A loud thump echoed above him, like something heavy had hit the top of the elevator.

His breath caught in his throat. What the hell was that? The lights flickered again, and suddenly, the elevator stopped. The doors didn’t open. M/n’s pulse spiked. He reached for the emergency button, pressing it once. Twice. Nothing.

Then… another noise. A low, guttural growl. Not from above. From outside the elevator doors. His entire body went still.

A shadow moved in the narrow gap between the doors. Something shifted. Heavy, ragged breathing filled the space beyond, followed by the wet, sickening sound of flesh tearing. M/n’s heart pounded.

Something was out there. Something wrong.

His fingers hovered over his phone in his pocket, but before he could grab it, a sudden slam against the doors made him jump. And then-

A voice.

Faint, barely a whisper, but recognizable. “M/n?” His blood ran cold. Hyunsu. The voice came from the other side of the elevator doors.

M/n’s breath hitched. Hyunsu?

He pressed his palm against the cold metal of the elevator doors, his pulse hammering in his ears. The breathing on the other side was still there; low, ragged, unnatural. But underneath it, that voice.

“Hyunsu?” M/n whispered, his throat dry. A shuffle. Then, barely above the sound of M/n’s own heartbeat-

“Don’t… open the doors.” M/n froze.

His fingers twitched toward the seam of the doors, his instincts screaming at him to pry them apart, to see what was happening out there. But Hyunsu’s voice; it wasn’t his usual quiet awkwardness. It was strained, urgent.

Something was wrong.

Another noise; this time closer, wet and sickening, like meat being pulled apart. Then, something slammed against the elevator doors with a force that made the metal dent inward.

M/n stumbled back, heart lurching into his throat. “Hyunsu,” he hissed, panic rising. “What the hell is-”

“Shh,” Hyunsu whispered sharply. Then, a beat later: “There’s… someone here.” M/n’s stomach twisted. Someone? He held his breath, straining to listen.

Footsteps. Slow, uneven, like whoever it was had trouble walking. A low, guttural gurgle filled the air, followed by another sharp slam against the doors. This time, the metal groaned, warping slightly.

M/n’s fingers clenched around the strap of his violin case. What the hell is going on? Another thud. Then another. Harder. Faster.

Something was trying to get in.

“M/n,” Hyunsu’s voice was closer now, directly on the other side of the doors. “When the power comes back… run.”

M/n’s chest tightened. “Hyunsu, you’re scaring me, what is-”

Before he could finish, a high-pitched screech erupted from the other side, followed by the sound of a body being thrown against the wall. A sharp grunt; Hyunsu.

The lights flickered. The elevator groaned back to life. The doors slid open. And standing there; A man. Or at least, what used to be one.

His face was twisted into something monstrous, blood smeared down his chin, eyes clouded over like a predator locked onto prey. His jaw hung unnaturally wide, teeth bared, his body trembling like he was barely holding himself together.

And just behind him, Hyunsu. Disheveled. Eyes wide with barely contained terror. A bleeding gash on his arm. For a split second, their eyes met.

“M/n; MOVE!” The creature lunged.

M/n’s body moved before his mind could catch up. Instinct. Years of discipline, of training his hands to react faster than his thoughts, kicked in.

He yanked his suitcase up and threw it forward, slamming it into the creature’s legs just as it lunged.

The thing stumbled, its head whipping toward him with a guttural snarl, teeth bared, saliva dripping from its lips.

What the hell is that?! Hyunsu grabbed M/n’s wrist, yanking him forward as they both bolted out of the elevator.

The creature recovered fast; too fast turning its body with an unnatural snap before charging after them.

Hyunsu shoved M/n ahead of him, his breathing sharp and ragged. “Go!”

The lobby was a blur; dark, chaotic. The air smelled like iron and something rotten. The front doors were shut, the security guard’s booth was empty, and there were screams echoing from upstairs.

Something was happening.

Something bad.

M/n’s heart hammered as they reached the main hall, feet skidding against the marble floor. His violin case against his back, and he clutched the strap like a lifeline.

He barely had time to register the body slumped near the entrance; half a man, his chest caved in, blood pooling beneath him; before Hyunsu grabbed him again, pulling him toward the stairwell.

“We can’t go outside,” Hyunsu panted, his voice tight with panic. “They’re out there too.”

M/n barely heard him over the sound of something slamming into the wall behind them.

He turned just in time to see the creature collide with the marble column, momentarily dazed from the impact. It growled, twitching, its body jerking inhumanly as if something inside it was breaking and fixing itself all at once.

Not human.

This thing… whatever it was; was not human anymore.

Hyunsu cursed under his breath, his grip tightening around M/n’s arm. “The stairs! Now!”

M/n didn’t need to be told twice. They ran, taking the steps two at a time, their breath harsh and ragged.

Somewhere above them, a door slammed open, followed by another scream.

Whatever was happening in Green Home… it was just beginning.

The cold air hung heavy inside the stadium, the distant murmur of survivors filling the space like white noise. The field, once meant for roaring crowds and bright lights, was now a graveyard of makeshift tents and lingering despair.

M/n sat near the edge of one of the upper levels, his violin resting on his lap, fingers idly tracing the worn wood. He hadn’t played in weeks; his body still ached from the last attack, and honestly, the idea of music felt… pointless.

His eyes flickered toward the shadows, where Hyunsu stood, unmoving.

Even now, even like this, Hyunsu was the same. Watching. Listening. Always close, but never too close.

M/n’s breath misted in the air as he sighed. “You don’t have to lurk, you know.”

Hyunsu’s head tilted slightly, his inhuman golden eyes catching the dim glow of the emergency lights. His once-soft features were sharper now, his skin paler, his body wrapped in layers to hide what he’d become.

He didn’t answer, but he stepped forward, the movement eerily smooth. M/n had long stopped flinching at the way he moved; too fast, too quiet, too unnatural.

He wasn’t scared of him. Not anymore.

Hyunsu lowered himself onto the floor beside him, careful, like he was afraid to get too close.

“You’re cold,” he muttered. His voice was quieter now, raspier.

M/n huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, no shit. It’s winter, and we live in a broken-down stadium.”

Hyunsu frowned. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, his long fingers hovering over M/n’s hand but never touching. His body was warmer now, the monster inside him keeping him from feeling the same chill the rest of them suffered through.

M/n noticed.

He always noticed.

Wordlessly, he grabbed Hyunsu’s wrist and pulled his hand against his own. Hyunsu stiffened. M/n didn’t let go. His fingers curled around Hyunsu’s; human enough, but there was a slight roughness now, like his body was still learning what it meant to exist in between.

Hyunsu swallowed. “You shouldn’t.”

M/n turned to him, brows raised. “Why?”

Hyunsu looked away, his jaw clenching. “Because I might not be able to stop myself if I do something.”

M/n’s grip didn’t loosen. If anything, he held on tighter. “Then don’t.”

Hyunsu’s eyes flickered, something unreadable crossing his face. A war waging inside him.

For weeks, they’d been dancing around whatever this was. Not quite lovers. Not quite strangers. Somewhere in between; just like Hyunsu himself.

M/n had already made up his mind.

He wasn’t going to leave him behind.

Not now.

Not ever.

“I’m still me,” Hyunsu murmured, almost like he was trying to convince himself.

M/n nodded, his fingers tracing over Hyunsu’s palm, warm and steady. “I know.”

The world outside was falling apart, but in this moment, right here, none of it mattered.

M/n barely had time to react before Hyunsu moved, closing the space between them with an urgency that sent a shiver down his spine. Too fast. Too desperate. But M/n didn’t pull away. He didn’t want to.

Hyunsu’s hands, warmer than they should be, cupped his face, fingers trembling against his skin like he was afraid M/n would disappear if he let go. His golden eyes flickered, searching, pleading; asking for permission without words.

M/n exhaled, breath shaky. His fingers curled around Hyunsu’s wrist, holding him there. “Hyunsu…”

That was all it took.

Hyunsu kissed him.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t soft. It was raw, urgent; like Hyunsu had been starving for this, for him.

M/n gasped against his lips, but he melted into it, gripping the fabric of Hyunsu’s jacket to keep himself steady. The heat between them burned away the cold, and for the first time in months, M/n felt alive again.

Hyunsu was everywhere; his hands sliding down M/n’s back, pulling him closer, desperate, needing. Like he was afraid this was the only time he’d ever get to feel like this.

M/n refused to let this be a one-time thing.

His hands tangled in Hyunsu’s hair, tugging slightly, earning a low, nearly inhuman growl from him. But Hyunsu didn’t stop. If anything, he kissed him harder, pressing M/n back against the cold concrete wall, swallowing every sharp breath and soft moan that left his lips.

There was a hunger in the way Hyunsu touched him, not like the monsters outside, not like that. This was something else. Something human.

Something real.

Something sweet.

[marsrblg]

so, i always need you / 숨이 가쁜 내겐 그대뿐이죠

gestures of affection from svt vocal team !!

YOON JEONGHAN’S fingers brush dance against your side before he rests his hand against your waist, curling into the fabric of your shirt. you pause, silently allowing him to step even closer. 

jeonghan’s hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to ghost against your stomach as he pulls you into a tight hug. goosebumps arise along your skin in their wake. his arms snake around your sides and you lean back, meeting his chest.

“is everything okay?” you ask. you turn slightly, glancing at him over your shoulder. stray strands of his hair tickle against the exposed skin on your neck. you chuckle softly at the feeling. 

“yeah,” jeonghan says quietly. there’s a slight sluggishness to his voice, betraying the little amounts of sleep he allows himself to get. a quiet sigh escapes him when he leans his head against your shoulder, resting more of his weight against you. “just missed you.” 

the morning sun streams in through your cracked blinds, casting light into your apartment. you drum your fingertips against your ceramic mug as you take absentminded sips of warm coffee. HONG JOSHUA sits in the seat beside you, nursing his own drink as you enjoy the momentary silence.

“when does practice end today?” you ask, careful not to disturb the atmosphere too much. 

“not too late,” joshua replies. he sighs softly, leaning back in his chair as he stretches. “i should be home before dinner.” 

you hum in acknowledgement when he stands, retreating to your bedroom to fetch the gym bag he always brings to practice. joshua shrugs it over his shoulder before he leans down, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before he leaves. you only catch a glimpse of joshua’s bright smile and flushed cheeks as he hurries away. “don’t miss me too much,” he calls over his shoulder. “i love you!”

LEE JIHOON’S hand occasionally brushes against your own as you walk side by side. the sun has slowly begun to dip below the horizon, taking its warmth and light with it. cherry blossoms line the edges of seokchon lake. spring comes with warming temperatures and freshly blooming flowers. a slight chill blows through the air, sending shivers down your spine. 

goosebumps arise against the exposed skin of your arms; your t-shirt is too thin in the lowering night temperatures. shivers race down your spine as you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm up. 

“here,” jihoon says as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. you immediately relax slightly, grateful for the extra layer. heat floods both of your faces. 

he smiles softly when you glance at him with wide eyes, chuckling beneath his breath. “won’t you get cold too?” 

“no,” jihoon says. he shakes his head softly, instead reaching over to gently take your hand into his own. “i’m perfectly fine.” 

“hi baby,” LEE SEOKMIN smiles brightly when you answer the facetime call. it had quickly become part of your routine for him to call every day without care of what time zone he was currently in. he reaches over to turn a nearby lamp on. golden light illuminates his features, contrasting against the silver moonlight in the night sky. “i missed you.” 

“you don’t have to call me everyday, you know.” you say quietly. even on your phone screen, you can see his still-unstyled bed hair. the sight makes you chuckle beneath your breath, though seokmin doesn’t mention it. “it’s four in the morning in ontario.”

he chuckles sheepishly. seokmin brushes a hand through his hair, not bothering to hide his flushed face. “but it’s just in time for dinner in seoul.” 

you stifle a laugh as you quietly prop your phone up on your kitchen table. “you’re impossible.” 

“but you love it.” seokmin smiles fondly. “now, tell me about your day.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN twirls the thin thread between his fingers as he anxiously awaits your arrival. he holds a small bouquet in his hands, filled with various roses and lilies. their stems have all been trimmed and twisted before finally being wrapped in a thin layer of plastic wrap. 

he startles slightly when the front door of your apartment swings open. “i’m home!” you call out, quietly locking the door behind you. 

he scampers to his feet, quickly making his way towards you. seungkwan smiles brightly when he holds out the bouquet for you to take. it’s filled with pastel flowers - a variety of light yellow and baby blue. a faint blush decorates his cheeks, tinting the skin a soft shade of light pink. “i got you flowers.” 

“seungkwan,” you gasp. you tentatively reach out, taking the flowers into your hands. “you didn’t have to.” 

“but i wanted to,” seungkwan says. he leans in, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “you deserve it.” 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed, gn reader but written with male reader in mind, 150-160 words each, opened reqs again !! feel free to send any ideas :)) this idea was inspired by this post by @wonryllis and this prompt list by @novelbear !! title from ssventeen - to you

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[marsrblg]

bet you won’t ( lee heeseung )

you show heeseung exactly what happens when he dares you to kiss him.

❛ content 1.5k words, top! male reader, bsf! heeseung, sexual tension, college au, suggestive themes, profanity, detailed rough kissing scenes, heeseung being manhandled.

you and heeseung had a long history of testing each other’s limits.

it started when you were kids — who could jump from the highest ledge, who could hold their breath the longest, who had the guts to steal snacks from the convenience store without getting caught. and as you grew older, the dares evolved into riskier, more reckless things. sneaking into concerts without tickets, downing questionable mixes of alcohol, going to a tattoo shop at 2 a.m just to see who would actually follow through.

the rule was pretty simple : never back down.

tonight, that rule had led you here, sprawled across your couch with empty soda cans and snack wrappers littering the floor, both of you running out of dumb dares but still itching for one last push.

then heeseung, with that lazy smirk that always meant trouble, turned to you.

“i bet you won’t kiss me.”

it was so casual, so offhanded that for a second, it almost didn’t register.

but then you saw the way his fingers twitched against his thigh, the almost imperceptible way he wet his lips after he said it. he was still grinning, but there was something in his expression that gave him away.

he expected you to laugh. to call him an idiot. maybe shove his shoulder and move on.

instead, you leaned in. “oh yeah?”

that flicker of hesitation returned, but he doubled down, arching a brow as if daring you to take it further.

“yeah.”

fine. he wanted to play? you’d play.

in one smooth, deliberate motion, you grabbed the front of heeseung’s hoodie, fisting the fabric tight in your hands as you yanked him forward. hard.

he gasped, stumbling a half-step, caught completely off guard — but not fighting you. not resisting. his hands flew up instinctively, more out of shock than anything else, but he didn’t push away. didn’t even try.

and then your mouth was on his.

you didn’t kiss him. you took him — lips crashing into his like a fucking storm, teeth catching on his lower lip before you pushed past, tongue hot and demanding as it swept into his mouth. this wasn’t some teasing little dare, some flirty back-and-forth.

if you were gonna do this, you were doing it.

heeseung barely had time to make a sound before you were crowding into him, walking him backward until his knees hit the edge of the couch and he dropped down with a surprised grunt. you followed immediately, crawling into his space, straddling his lap with zero hesitation. your hands gripped the sides of his hoodie again and you yanked him forward by it, using the leverage to tilt his face up and kiss him deeper.

you could feel the shock bleeding out of him, replaced by something hotter, needier. his lips parted with no resistance, and the second your tongue slid against his, he let out this sound — soft and wrecked and breathless — that punched straight through you.

that sound made your grip tighten.

one hand fisted in the back of his hoodie, dragging it up so your palm could settle between his shoulder blades. the other slid to the nape of his neck, fingers curling into his hair as you held him there — forced him to take every second of your mouth, every bit of heat you were pouring into him. he gasped again, thighs spreading slightly beneath you, like his body had given up on playing hard to get and was begging to be claimed.

his hands clutched at your arms, fingertips digging into your sleeves like he was grounding himself — like he needed something to hold onto or he’d fall apart completely. you felt the tension rolling through him, the way he was fighting to keep up, lips moving with yours as his chest heaved under you.

you pulled back enough to breathe. not far. just an inch.

his face — flushed, dazed, pupils blown wide — wrecked. his chest was rising and falling like you’d stolen the air right out of his lungs.

you smirked.

“still think i wouldn’t do it?” you asked, voice low, just a little rough, still catching your breath.

heeseung swallowed thickly. his lips were red, wet, slightly parted. “holy fucking shit.”

“that all you got to say?” you murmured, dragging your thumb slowly across his cheekbone, then down to his jaw, tracing the sharp line before gripping his chin and forcing his eyes back on yours.

he blinked slowly, like he was still trying to process it, then let out a breathless laugh.

“i mean… i wasn’t expecting that.”

you hummed, leaning in closer.

“bet you weren’t expecting to like it either.”

that hit. you felt it in the way his fingers twitched against your arms, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed again. he didn’t answer. didn’t pull away.

instead, his gaze flickered back to your mouth; fleeting, but obvious. and you caught that. and you weren’t about to let it slide.

heeseung had started this game, but now you were running it.

in one swift motion, you grabbed both his wrists and shoved them up, pinning them to the cushion behind his head as you pushed him back into the couch. his breath caught, eyes wide, but holy fuck — he looked so good like this. flushed. breathless. helpless.

trapped under you.

“heeseung,” you growled, voice dropping. “you wanted me to do it, didn’t you?”

“i—” his voice cracked, barely more than a whisper.

“you don’t get to play dumb now.”

your grip on his wrists tightened, knuckles flexing, and you leaned in — mouth just hovering over his, close enough to feel the heat of your breath. his lips parted, waiting, but you didn’t give in. not yet.

“you dared me because you wanted it. wanted to see if id actually do it,” your nose brushed against his. “and now you don’t know what the fuck to do with yourself.”

he was breathing hard, chest rising fast, back arched slightly under your weight. but he still didn’t tell you to stop. if anything, he arched closer. his fingers curled helplessly in your grip, like they were aching to touch you but couldn’t. you weren’t giving him the chance.

you kissed down his jaw, hot and slow, dragging your teeth lightly against his skin before biting just enough to make him jolt. he tilted his head to the side — gave you access, gave you everything.

“say it,” you murmured, lips brushing over the spot just beneath his ear. “fucking say it.”

“fuck,” he gasped, barely audible. “you win.”

that was all you needed.

you devoured him.

crushed your mouth to his, harder than before — rough, messy, all teeth and tongue. he moaned into it, the sound shooting straight through your spine. you bit at his lip, then sucked it between your teeth, tugging until he gasped, his hips jerking under yours.

you finally released his wrists, and he didn’t waste a second. his hands flew to your shoulders, gripping like he didn’t know what else to do — like he needed to hold onto you or he’d lose it.

and then you grabbed him.

fingers digging into his thighs, you yanked him closer, grinding down against him with slow, brutal intent. he choked out a noise — loud, desperate — as his hands clutched at your hoodie, knuckles white.

you kissed him again, rough and wet and fucking hungry, and his body just gave.

his thighs trembled under your grip, chest pressed flush to yours, lips working against yours like kissing you was the only thing keeping him alive.

your hands slid under his hoodie, pushing it up, palms splaying over hot skin. his stomach flinched at your touch but he didn’t stop you. you traced every inch, every dip and line, fingers dragging over his ribs, up his back, possessive and firm like you were learning him.

claiming him.

“heeseung,” you said again, voice rough and low, lips ghosting over his flushed skin.

you sucked at the base of his neck, then moved up, leaving a trail of heat behind. “say it again.”

he whimpered, legit fucking whimpered, hips twitching under you.

“do it again,” he whispered, wrecked. “i dare you.”

you laughed and then grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you, and kissed him so hard his head tipped back.

because you never turned down a dare.

[marsrblg]

everything I do, everything I do / 네 존재만으로

(gn reader/684 words) a dare to play the pepero game with dino leads to a near kiss and unspoken feelings

“y/n,” mingyu’s voice catches your attention. his fingers drum dramatically against the wooden table. the corner of his lips tug upwards into a smirk; something mischievous glints in his eyes. “truth or dare?”

“seriously?” you chuckle softly, shaking your head. ”we’re playing truth or dare?”

beside you, LEE CHAN playfully knocks his shoulder against your own. he stretches his arm out, lazily resting it across your shoulders. his head rolls against the back of the couch as he turns to face you. “come on,” he smiles brightly. “it’ll be fun.“

“fine.” you halfheartedly roll your eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh as you relent. games were a staple of house parties, after all. mingyu’s smirk has only grown when you meet his gaze once again. “dare.” 

“i dare you…” mingyu begins. he pauses for a moment, raising a hand to drum against his chin as he pretends to ponder. his eyes light up when he stops, gesturing to the man beside you. “to play the pepero game with chan.”

chan perks up immediately. his arm knocks against the back of your neck as he sits up straight, staring at mingyu with wide eyes. his body suddenly goes rigid as he glances between you and mingyu. “me?” he asks, pointing to himself. “why me?”

mingyu shrugs. he raises his can to his mouth, taking another sip. “why not?”

“you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you say quietly. “i’m sure mingyu can think of something else-”

“no,” chan shakes his head, turning to face you. mingyu raises a knowing eyebrow at the quickness of his reply, but chooses to remain silent. “i’ll do it.” 

before you know it, jeonghan is passing you an unopened box of pepero. chan seems to glow in the moonlight. stray strands of hair frame his face. you have to resist the urge to reach up to brush one away. 

“you ready?” he asks. chan raises the cookie to his lips, tentatively holding it between his teeth. you stifle a chuckle beneath your breath. swallowing your hesitation, you slowly begin closing the distance. 

the taste of sweet chocolate and salt from the pretzel fills your mouth. reality sets in more and more with each bite. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach - impossible to ignore. chan remains completely still, silently watching as you grow closer and closer. 

almost instinctively, you raise a hand to rest against chan’s shoulder. you can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. your eyes flutter shut. you block out the excited cheers of your friends, too focused on the overwhelming sound of your heart beating in your chest. 

your body tenses when chan shifts to hold your waist. his touch is unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. his fingers curl into the fabric of your hoodie, keeping you steady, however unconsciously. 

your hand has moved to chan’s neck now. you’re almost cupping his face in your palms. you can feel warmth beneath his skin. you can almost picture the way his ears burn a bright shade of pink. he takes a shaky breath. you can feel it when he exhales. time moves impossibly slow. you could pull away now. you should. but you don’t want to. 

chan gasps softly. his grip around your waist tightens momentarily. the shock of his movement is enough to jerk you away. you stumble backwards slightly, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. the piece of pepero now tumbles to the floor below. 

your racing heartbeat seemingly refuses to slow. your mind races. you had almost kissed chan. so why didn’t you want to pull away? heat floods your face as you turn away from chan, desperately clawing to maintain what’s left of your composure. 

“wow,” vernon chuckles, patting your shoulder. you barely register the feeling as you slowly return to consciousness. “i didn’t think you had it in you.” 

the chaos subsides within minutes. chan takes the opportunity to send a dare to mingyu in return. but when you hesitantly meet his gaze one again, you both know: everything has changed.

notes: this is entirely inspired by zb1 playing the pepero game, thinking of writing a part two if people like this, please leave feedback if you enjoyed !! it means to much to me and it encourages me to keep writing here, not proofread, title from close your eyes - all my poetry

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[marsrblg]

LOOK AT ME, CAN YOU BREATHE?

gestures of affection from svt performance team !!

KWON SOONYOUNG is loud. his affection comes in the form of playful teasing and stolen glances in your direction. his grin grows with each one; the corners of his eyes crinkle into crescents. 

silence is hard to come by around the members of seventeen. their voices blend into a familiar chaos you’ve grown fond of, but the noise is sometimes hard to break through. you could never complain, though, at how quick soonyoung is to make sure you’re heard too. 

“soonyoung,” you say. he pauses immediately, now turning to face you. the rest of the world disappears in mere moments. it feels like you’re the only two people in the room. 

when he leans in to hear you better, you heart starts beating just a little bit faster. soonyoung closes the distance between your bodies in mere seconds. his voice drops to match your own; his attention now entirely focused on you. “what were you saying, baby?”

WEN JUNHUI doesn’t do it on purpose. it’s almost become a habit for him - something he does without thought. your knuckles brush against jun’s before his hand casually slips into your own, intertwining your fingers together. 

his skin feels warm against your own, contrasted by the cool metal of his rings. your fingers fit together like two connecting pieces of a puzzle. jun’s thumb casually brushes against your knuckles, tracing miscellaneous shapes wherever he can reach. 

it’s a familiar feeling; one that sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. jun’s intimacy is quiet. it leaves no room for debate but easily goes unnoticed by unknowing passersby. 

it’s only when he casually calls your name that your attention is drawn away from the feeling of his skin resting against your own. jun smiles softly, lips curled upwards slightly and eyes crinkled at the corners. he gently squeezes your hand when he stands up from the table. “let’s go home.” 

XU MINGHAO’S gaze is captivating. meeting his gaze feels like staring into an abyss - deep and endless. you can all but feel the way he’s studying your features. his eyes sweep across each of your features, as if he’s admiring a sculpture in a museum. even when you briefly glance away, he’s always looking at you.

silence envelops the room. morning sunlight filters in through the cracks of your curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. heat floods your face as you finally break, glancing towards your barely opened windows. minghao offers a soft, fond smile in return.  

“you seem lost in thought,” you murmur. your voice is quiet, careful not to break the tranquility of the moment. “is something wrong?”

“no,” he replies. minghao’s voice is low and smooth. he shifts, slowly closing the distance between you. his gaze falls to your lips then, lingering for just a few seconds too long. “everything's perfect.”

your breath hitches in your throat when LEE CHAN gingerly cups your face. his thumb strokes against your cheek, lips moving against yours in a familiar rhythm. his hands roam across your body before he wraps them around your shoulders, deepening the kiss even more.

chan nips at your bottom lip when you finally pull away. his chapstick has transferred to your own lips, tinting them a faint shade of pink. “sorry,” he smiles sheepishly as he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair in place. 

“it’s okay,” you stifle a chuckle when you pull away. your hands rest on his chest as you half heartedly push him away. “but i have to go now. really.” 

chan pauses. “fine,” he murmurs as he relents, but he doesn’t pull away. not yet. instead, his eyes flutter shut as he leans in once more. shivers race down your spine when he whispers, “just one more,” before his lips meet yours.

notes: gn reader but written with male reader in mind, around 150 words each, little tempted to make dino's into a full fic, i go back and forth on using their stage names vs real names and i still can't decide what i like more, first svt reaction :)) this idea was inspired by this post by @wonryllis !!

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[marsrblg]

네가 없다면 난 아무것도 아냐 / no words are enough for you

pairing: hong joshua x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 462

notes: was struggling so hard trying to think of ideas and ended up with this lmao, debating on whether or not i want to make a svt masterlist, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from seventeen - rock with you

HONG JOSHUA is breathless. his gaze sweeps over your form, watching as you dance around your shared kitchen beneath the golden glow of the morning sun. his lips curl into a soft smile. he leans back against the wall as he takes the opportunity to enjoy the tranquil silence. even in one of his old t-shirts and a pair of forgotten sweatpants, he can only focus on you. 

your eyes light up with you glance over, finally noticing his presence. “shua,” you glide across the kitchen floors until you’re standing before him. joshua raises his eyebrows as you excitedly grab his hands, tugging him away from the wall and further into the open space. “dance with me.” 

“really?” he laughs loudly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “but there’s no music.” 

you shrug. your fingers intertwine with joshua’s as you raise your arms, twirling around him. “humor me.” 

he sighs loudly but complies nonetheless, following your lead. your movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. your sock-clad feet slip against your tile floors, leaving you stumbling over each other. laughter fills your previously quiet apartment. it serves as a makeshift soundtrack to your impromptu performance. 

joshua’s arms wrap around your waist, protectively hugging you against his chest as you tumble to the ground below. your own hands grip onto the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him even closer to you. “are you okay?” he asks through chuckles. 

“i am.” you reach up, playfully pushing a stray strand of hair away from joshua’s face. “thanks to my prince charming.” 

he purses his lips as he pulls away, playfully rolling his eyes. the heat that floods his cheeks betrays him immediately; his skin tints a soft shade of undeniable pink. “didn’t know you were so corny,” he teases. 

you shake your head, shifting slightly to lean against his shoulder. “you love it.” 

quiet falls over your apartment once again. in the peace, joshua finds his gaze lingering on your features. your bareface is still slightly puffy from sleep. your hair is messier than usual, but it frames your features perfectly. “wow,” he whispers.

“wow?” you repeat.

“wow,” joshua smiles brightly. he leans in, raising a hand to lift your chin slightly. your eyes flutter shut, anticipation building in your chest. his breath ghosts against your lips as he leans in, pressing his lips against your own in a feather-light kiss. his lips are soft when they meet your own. your arms snake around his shoulders as your fingers tangle into the soft locks of his hair. 

joshua is still smiling when he finally pulls away. his hands shift, now gingerly resting against your waist. heat floods his cheeks, tinting the tips of his ears a soft shade of pink. “i’m the luckiest man in the world.”

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君へと舞い落ちてくよ今すぐ会いたい / いつかきっと君が僕の心に

pairing: hong joshua x gn!reader genre: fluff/comfort word count: 441

notes: finally made a svt masterlist !! wrote this at 02:00 am and did not edit it my apologies for any mistakes, title from seventeen - fallin' flower

beneath the moonlight, HONG JOSHUA lays still. stray strands of overgrown hair block his view as he buries his face into your pillows. his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. exhaustion has weaved its way into his bones. his body feels stiff; the tension in his muscles has refused to relax despite his best efforts. 

“shua,” your voice is quiet, careful not to break the peaceful silence. the man beside you shifts just enough to crack one eye open as he sleepily blinks up at you. you reach over, gingerly resting your hand against his exposed back. “you’re exhausted.”

“i‘m fine,” joshua replies. his answer is too fast - too rehearsed. 

you offer a soft, sad smile. you’re sitting up now, reaching over to tuck a few stray hands of hair behind his ear. joshua’s eyes flutter shut for a moment before his gaze meets your own once again. “no, you’re not.” 

leaning over his body, you slowly begin to rub your hand against his back. your hand lingers on his shoulders as you slowly begin to ease the knots in his muscles away. any protests die in joshua’s throat as the pain gives way to pleasure. 

“you work too much, you know.” your voice is quiet. joshua’s eyes flutter shut as your hands continue gently massaging his sore muscles. he sighs softly. this conversation is familiar; it’s one he can’t seem to escape from. 

“i know.” silence hangs heavy in the air with his quiet acceptance. the rest of the conversation dies in his throat. i’m just not good enough. the company is demanding it from me. i want to impress fans. 

joshua turns slightly when your hands pause. he twists, now laying on his side, just barely able to see you out of the corner of his eye. goosebumps rise along bare skin as you trace your fingertips along his spine. your nails gently scratch against his back. your fingertips dance along the natural curve of his body until your hands find a home resting comfortably against his sides. 

“you’re so beautiful,” you murmur. joshua takes a sharp intake of breath. shivers race down his spine and heat floods his cheeks. “so, so incredible.” 

you’ve moved now, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against his skin, just between his shoulder blades. joshua sighs contently. “you’re just saying that,” he says; the words are muffled slightly, though the slight shake betrays his embarrassment nonetheless. 

you chuckle softly. “it’s true.” this time, you lean down, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. joshua stifles a quiet laugh but makes no attempt to pull away. “the light of my life.” 

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[marsrblg]

마주 잡은 순간 다 녹아내려 / 너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only

pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 471

notes: working on a svt reaction fic rn but i thought this was a cute idea so i made it a full fic, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik

sunlight fills your bedroom with a golden hue. outside, morning dew still lingers on blades of grass. birds chirp quietly and apartment lights flick on and off as the world slowly begins to awaken once again. 

your vision is bleary as you stumble into the hallway, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes. the world is a blur as you unconsciously retrace your steps until you reach the middle of your apartment.

WEN JUNHUI stands alone in your kitchen with his back turned towards you. stray strands of freshly dyed hair fall across his face, framing his features. an oversized t-shirt hangs loosely off of his frame, paired with a pair of sweatpants he had forgotten at your apartment at some point.

you pause in your tracks, taking the time to silently admire the man before you. a tranquil silence hangs in the air. your lips quirk into a soft, unconscious smile. his broad shoulders flex as he pours a fresh cup of coffee into a nearby mug. “morning,” you say as you push your body off of the wall. 

jun startles slightly before turning to face you. he chuckles softly beneath his breath. “good morning,” he says. his voice is smooth when he speaks, but his movements are more sluggish than usual, betraying his sleepiness. jun’s lips curl into a soft smile when he takes a step closer. “i made coffee.”

you slide into the seat across from him, silently waiting as he passes the mug over to you. your hands meet warm ceramic as you carefully raise it to your lips. the scent of vanilla fills the air. “thank you.” 

jun shakes his head. he leans against the table as he slides into the seat across from you. he crosses his arms against the wood, watching you with a soft smile and a fond gaze. “of course.” 

“you don’t have to do this for me, you know,” you say between sips. you drum your fingers absentmindedly against the mug. “i know you’re busy.”

you startle slightly when jun reaches up. you can feel the heat of jun’s fingertips against your skin as he tilts your face up, forcing your gaze to meet his own. your breath hitches in your throat. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine. “i do it because i love you.” jun’s hand shifts, now cupping your cheek. his thumb ghosts against your cheek. he smirks at the sudden rush of heat beneath your skin. “and i love taking care of you.” 

you let a quiet sigh escape your lips, momentarily leaning into his touch. “okay,” you nod. reaching up, you gingerly wrap your own hand around jun’s wrist. he pauses when you gently tug his hand closer, pressing a chaste kiss against the inside of his palm. “thank you, jun.”

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[marsrblg]

eyes don’t lie  ( jake sim )

you’re always flirting with jake for fun, but little do you know, it has a huge effect on him.

❛ content 1.4k words, male reader, bestfriend! jake, college au, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, profanity, sexual tension, detailed heated kissing.

jake sim had spent way too much time trying to figure you out.

ever since college, you’d been on a mission to make his life difficult. not in the way that a bad roommate or an annoying classmate might, but in a way that kept him up at night, staring at his ceiling, wondering what the hell you were trying to do to him.

you flirted with him like it was second nature — words dripping with innuendo, casual touches that never felt quite as casual as they should. you did it so effortlessly, so consistently, that everyone around you had stopped questioning whether there was something going on between the two of you and had just accepted it as fact.

jake had tried to ignore it. he had tried to convince himself it was all a joke, just your personality, just another one of your stupid little games.

but the problem was if this was a game, jake was losing.

and tonight, at this godforsaken party, he was about to lose real bad.

the music was pounding through the walls, bass shaking the floor. the air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and some kind of overly sweet fruit punch that was definitely more vodka than juice.

jake had been standing by the couch, half-heartedly listening to a conversation about a football game he didn't care about, when he felt it ; you.

sliding up beside him, arm draping over his shoulders like you’d been waiting for the perfect moment to make his life a living hell.

“hey, pretty boy,” you murmured, voice dangerously smooth. “you look really good tonight.”

“jesus christ,” jake exhaled sharply.

you grinned. “what? not used to compliments?”

“not from you.”

that was a lie. he was way too used to them, which was exactly the problem.

you laughed, leaning in just a fraction closer, and jake could feel you. the warmth of your breath against his skin, the press of your chest against his arm — it was insane how little space there was between you, and it was even more insane how much jake wanted it.

“you always get this flustered?” you teased, fingers brushing against his when you reached for the drink in his hand. “or just with me?”

jake clenched his jaw. “do you ever shut up?”

“you really love it, huh?”

and the worst part was — you were so fucking right.

jake had spent years letting you get away with this, letting you flirt and touch and push every single one of his buttons without ever calling you out on it. because deep down, some stupid part of him did love it. some stupid part of him wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t joking.

that maybe he wasn’t the only one overanalyzing every touch, every look, every barely-there moment that felt way too real.

“hey, guys! we’re playing truth or dare,” someone called from across the room, waving people over. “get over here!”

“you in?” you turned to jake, eyes gleaming with mischief.

jake stared at you for a long moment. he should say no. he should make some excuse, leave before this night got even more dangerous.

instead, he found himself exhaling a resigned, “yeah, sure.”

big mistake.

the game started off simple enough. stupid dares, embarrassing questions, the usual. but jake should’ve known that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

because then it was your turn.

and of course, because the universe hated him, someone had to ask, “who in this room would you most want to kiss?”

jake’s stomach dropped.

the whole circle erupted into whistles and laughter, and you — cool as ever — just leaned back on your palms, tilting your head in mock thought.

“hm,” you mused. “that’s a tough one.”

jake’s heart was pounding.

you were doing this on purpose. you had to be.

then, your eyes flicked to his. just for a second. just long enough for him to feel it. and that was all it took for his brain to short-circuit.

“i’d tell you, but i think i’d rather show you,” you smirked, again.

jake felt his face heat up, a mix of frustration and something he didn’t want to name burning in his chest. you were so full of shit, and yet—

why did he want you to mean it so badly?

the game went on, but jake wasn’t paying attention anymore. all he could think about was the way you’d looked at him just now. the way your gaze had lingered, just a little too long.

and then, just when he thought the night couldn’t get any worse… you leaned in, voice dropping into something softer, dangerous.

“hey.”

jake swallowed hard. “what?”

you studied him for a moment, like you were debating something. and then—

“you ever notice how you never stop me?”

jake froze. his breath hitched, heart slamming against his ribs. he turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze, and suddenly… fuck. you were so close.

closer than you should be. closer than friends should be. and your eyes — dark, hooded, devouring him whole.

oh god. jake’s grip tightened around the beer bottle in his hand. “what are you trying to say?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you reached out, fingers grazing his wrist. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shockwave through him.

“i think you know,” you murmured.

jake felt like he couldn’t breathe.

maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was the heat of the room. or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in years, you weren’t laughing.

you weren’t turning this into a joke. you were so serious. and that — more than anything — was what did it.

before he could stop himself, jake’s hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist. tight. firm. the way your breath hitched did something to him, something dangerous, something unstoppable.

his voice was suddenly low, rough. “what if i do want to kiss you?”

your eyes flickered down to his lips. and just like that, jake was gone.

the second his lips crashed against yours, the world tilted.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. it was desperate — months, years of built-up tension snapping all at once. the air between you burned, and neither of you wanted to waste another second.

your hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer, and jake melted into it, pressing back with just as much hunger, as if he could drown in you and still come back for more. you tasted like beer and something sweeter, something unmistakably you, and it was intoxicating.

jake groaned into your mouth, a low, needy sound that sent a shiver down your spine. you — cocky bastard that you were — smiled against his lips, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. like you’d been waiting for this, savoring the anticipation, knowing you had him wrapped around your finger.

and fuck, maybe you had.

jake didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly, his back hit the nearest wall with a dull thud.

it barely registered, because you were everywhere — your hands in his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp against your lips; your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down his throat, pressing against his pulse like you wanted to feel just how fast he was unraveling for you.

his grip tightened on your hips, rough and possessive, dragging you against him like he needed you closer, like there was still too much space between you. the heat of your body, the way you pressed flush against him — it was dizzying. your teeth grazed his lower lip, teasing, and his breath hitched before he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, chasing the taste of you like he was starving.

you pulled back just enough to whisper, breathless and smug against his lips, “took you long enough.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, but his fingers dug into your waist, eyes dark with something molten.

“shut up,” he muttered.

and then, he kissed you again. harder, deeper, like he was making up for every second he’d spent holding back.

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　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ MEDICINE　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀your boyfriend, han dongmin, isn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, preferring to maintain his nonchalant image. however, when you come home with a sore throat, his inner romantic pops out instantly.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.2k ⠀ genre fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of food skinship pet names sickness (sore throat) ⠀ note i’m sorry LOLZ this is suuuuper self-indulgent coz. i am unfortunately Sick ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net , @onedoornet

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Dongmin knew, from the moment you stepped into the house, that there was something wrong with you. 

“Welcome home, baby,” he says the second he hears the door open. He’s sitting in the living room, brainstorming some ideas for his upcoming song. He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowing immediately after seeing a blank look on your face. 

The only response he gets from you is a hum. You huffily open your shoes, setting your coat aside, and walk into the bedroom you share with Dongmin. 

Dongmin watches in pure silence as you do all this, concern clouding his thoughts. He knows, immediately, that you’re feeling off—you didn’t run straight into his arms after coming home from your work shift. 

“Y/N? Darling?” he calls, pausing to hear for any replies. 

And after a few minutes of getting silence as your response, Dongmin grunts and jumps off the couch. He tosses his notebook aside, bolting towards your shared bedroom. He stops his momentum as he bumps against the doorframe, a little perplexed seeing you plopped on the bed, face flat down, still in your work clothes. 

The unusual change in your usual behaviour irks him. 

“Baby,” he says softly, “are you mad at me?”

Dongmin asks cautiously, remembering that he didn’t pick you up from work today due to a meeting with the band he’s producing songs for. It’s part of the way Dongmin shows his love for you—he’ll spend extra money on bus tickets just to accompany you on the way to work, even though your workplace is the opposite of his own. 

“No…” he catches a muffled reply from you, weak and tired. Dongmin takes this as a chance—he steps closer to you. His steps are swift yet quiet, and once he’s by the edge of the bed, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. He isn’t used to being the one offering physical affection, so he’s a little unsure of the next move he should be making. 

“Then… What’s the matter, baby?”

Dongmin has his eyes trained on you, quick to catch any kind of response from you. He’s immensely worried—you’re not usually like this. On normal days, you’d spend your evenings talking about your day, telling him about the little things that made you smile today as the two of you take the bus to go home. Usually, Dongmin would enjoy the view of the sun setting into the horizon with you on his lap, taking a nap to recharge after a long day. 

You sluggishly turn, whining. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t feel good?” Dongmin asks, sitting next to you. Still laying down, you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat immediately after. You pout, inching closer to Dongmin. Noticing your actions, Dongmin adjusts his sitting position to let you lay your head on his lap. You settle yourself comfortably, melting into his warmth.

“This feels so much better,” you murmur. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, smiling softly. 

The two of you spend quite some time together—Dongmin stroking your head gently as you close your eyes for a few moments. He’s not a big fan of grandly expressing his love for you—he prefers loving you in the little, simple things in life. But today, he just feels like it—it’s quite tiring pretending to be so nonchalant when all he and the biggest romantic side of him wants is to pepper you in his affection. 

Dongmin is lost in thought as he’s gazing upon you—how gentle and beautiful you look even when your eyes are closed, and how lucky he truly is to have you as the love of his life. He leans down, kissing your forehead, and is surprised at how abnormally warm your skin feels. 

Dongmin places a hand on your forehead. Warm. He frowns, placing his hand on your neck and face. Still warm. 

“Darling,” he calls, his voice gentle as his kiss on your nose. Your eyes flutter open, and he holds your gaze. “Are you sick?”

You clear your throat, clearly uncomfortable as you do so. “Am I?”

Dongmin opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a fit of coughs from you. Both of you widen your eyes, and you immediately sit up. 

“I’m sorry for that–”

“You’re sick.”

You blink profusely, confused. “What?”

“You’re sick,” Dongmin says, matter-of-factly. Without missing a beat, he rushes to the closet and comes back a quick second later with his hoodie—your favourite one to steal from his wardrobe. He hands it to you, his brows crossed in a serious expression. 

“Here,” he says. 

You take it from his hand. “What are you–”

“Go change—” he says, quickly kissing your cheek before darting out of the room. “—I’ll be back!”

You oblige to his words, changing into the Dongmin’s hoodie and some comfortable pants. You walk out of the bedroom, hating how you’re coughing every two minutes. A sweet, tangy smell attacks your nose, and you dash to the kitchen, seeing Dongmin cutting up a pineapple. You can’t fight the smile that immediately erupts on your face, finding his focused expression adorable. 

You cough again, breaking the comfortable silence in the apartment. Dongmin looks up at you, and his eyes instantly light up at the sight of you. He smiles, a kind of fuzzy feeling filling up his chest seeing you comfortable in his clothes.

“What are you doing there? Go rest,” he says, using his head to signal to the direction of the bedroom. 

You purse your lips. He’s right, but you just wanna stand there and watch him do his thing—remembering the tiny details about you, effortlessly doing them for you. Dongmin is cutting pineapples, meticulously picking out the spiky leaves out of the sweet fruit’s flesh—all because he knows that you love eating pineapples whenever you have a sore throat.  

“Where did you get the pineapple?” you ask, approaching him. 

Dongmin scoops the cut-up fruit from the cutting board and into a bowl. “I happened to have one,” he answers, flashing you an ‘innocent’ smile that you know is hiding mischief behind it. 

“You ordered it, didn’t you?” you question, narrowing your eyes at him. Dongmin snickers, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Now, my dearest darling,” Dongmin says, the bowl of pineapple in one hand and another on your back. He guides you to the bedroom, grinning widely. “Let’s cosy up, shoo the sore throat away with some pineapples and a good kdrama?”

Your face lights up with the mention of Dongmin’s brilliant idea. “But you don’t like watching dramas,” you point out as you climb onto bed. 

Dongmin, the stupidly handsome grin still on his face, replies cheekily. “Well, I’ll watch them for you.”

“Why?” you ask, suspiciously glancing at him. 

“Because I love you,” Dongmin says in a sing-song tone, leaning in to give you a swift kiss. 

You giggle into the kiss, already a pink mess. You bury yourself into Dongmin’s hoodie, letting his familiar and comforting scent engulf you as you wait for him to settle next to you. 

You then wrap your arms around Dongmin’s waist, head snugly against his chest. You spend the rest of the night binge-watching a comfort show that you’ve seen multiple times—letting yourself rest, already feeling better with Dongmin feeding you pineapples, knowing that he’s secretly enjoying being the openly affectionate one. Your heartbeats align with one another, and you slowly drift to sleep in peace, forgetting about the annoying feeling of a sore throat. 

Honestly, any pain is tolerable when you’re with Dongmin—his presence is already enough of a medicine for you. 

― © htaesan, 2025.

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ও wen junhui as your college boyfriend

gn!reader, wc ~500 tags: requested by anon, college au, fluff, crack, est. rs., this is so cute omg i want a college bf!junhui now

he's honestly so adorable no matter what

so u can bet he's the cutest college bf ever too!!

memorised ur wholeee schedule on day one and sends YOU reminders about ur own classes every day

makes a point to eat lunch with u whenever possible

also whenever Not possible too

like he'll come SPRINTING across campus after his class just to have lunch with u if that's what it takes

sue him, he likes spending time with u :(((

he's also thee best comforter during exam season omg!!!

more than willing to stay up all night studying with you if it makes you feel better

he knows how u spiral into panic if you're left on ur own, so the closer it gets to exams, he starts showering u with even MOREE affection than before

and you know he'll be showering u with kisses once exams r FINALLY out of the way as a congratulations 😙

always leaves snacks in your bag and little post-its with cat faces drawn on them to reminder you to drink water bc he KNOWS that you're so bad at taking care of urself when you're fully locked in

"hey junnie, you know you can just text me, right?" / "are you saying you don't like my cat drawings :((" / "whAT NO I WOULD NEVER—"

also just bc he's a broke college student does nawwt mean you'll ever catch him slacking as ur bf !!

gives you little gifts whenever possible, is always showing up at ur dorm with flowers, buys you books + clothes + stationary + groceries + whatever he can to show he cares

one thing he won't do, though, is catch bugs for you.

nuh uh. that is a no-go.

who cares that he's literally 600000x bigger than the spider? the spider is still WAYY scarier than he'll EVER be so he is NOT touching that no thank you.

the two of you stay glued to one corner of the library till ur friend arrives and scares the spider off

but junhui makes up for his bug-related uselessness by being useful in literally every other area of ur life

hungry? he'll cook for you. sick? he'll take care of you. stuck on an essay? he'll help you, even if he's not studying anything remotely related to ur major

he could be in the throes of finishing his dissertation, bags under his eyes and the world on his shoulders but he'll still drop everything to help you

what can he say? he's in love with u.

and what makes it even better is he knows, he knows that you'd do the exact same thing for him too

you're so full of love, so kind and wonderful that he can't help but do all of this in return, just to try and give an ounce of that same love back

it's the least you deserve, he thinks.

(and don't tell anyone, but right after graduation, he's thinking of getting you a promise ring and taking u to visit china with him b4 u go to ur respective internships.)

(and then, further down the line... he's really hoping to marry you one day. you know. because he really does love you a lot. hopefully you love him just as much too.)

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最美的不是含苞待放 / 直到阳光落在你脸上

pairing: xu minghao x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 362

notes: been getting into svt lately !! this is my first attempt at a fic for them slkdnsl, not super happy with this honestly but it's been a while so i wanted to post something lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the8 - orbit

beneath the soft rays of golden sunlight, XU MINGHAO’S chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. stray strands of ink black hair lay spread across your pillows, staticy and unkempt after rolling around all night. the blankets that had initially been pulled up to his chest have now been haphazardly pushed aside, now pooling around the center of minghao’s waist. 

you chuckle softly at the sight. your lips curl into a soft smile as you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his temple. minghao stirs slightly at the feeling. his eyebrows furrow as he shifts, curling further into himself. 

you reach up, gently carding your fingers through minghao’s hair. his vision is tired and bleary but he doesn’t protest, allowing you to twist a few stray strands between your fingers. “good morning.” your voice is quiet, almost as if you’re afraid to break the tranquility of the moment. 

minghao offers a small smile of his own. he sighs as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his sore limbs in the process. you chuckle softly as he shuffles closer, effectively closing the distance between your bodies. “morning.” 

your hand falls, now moving tentatively to rest against minghao’s cheek. you gently trace your hand against his cheekbone for a moment before your fingers slip away. a peaceful silence falls over your bedroom, only broken by the occasional noise of birds chirping nearby. 

in the morning light, minghao takes the time to admire your features. his eyes shine the color of honey when his gaze meets your own. he mentally takes notes of each freckle and scar decorating your skin. you chuckle softly at the sight, shifting closer to him. 

minghao’s thoughts are broken when you reach up, gingerly brushing your hand through his hair. his eyes flutter shut as you brush a few strands away from his eyes and tuck them behind his ear. “what are you so busy thinking about?”

“nothing,” he murmurs. the corners of minghao’s mouth quirk upwards ever so slightly. he raises a hand to cup your cheek, mirroring your actions and letting the tips of his fingertips trail against the curve of your jawline. “just you.” 

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Can you give us your thoughts on performance unit reaction to reader saying “I really want to kiss you right now” AHHH thank you so much.

hello! here you go!

hoshi: he was animatedly talking about this these cute kittens he saw today, showing you the pictures he had taken while gushing about how cute they were. "i really want to kiss you right now", you softly say, stopping hoshi in his tracks, as he stares at you, mouth slightly open before it curves into a cute smile. expect him to shower you face with kisses after that.

junhui: literally gets kind of shy when you say that out of the blue. "like now? right now?", he asks, cutely confused. because you guys were out on a date and you made jun try on a variety of headbands until you settled on the cat ear headband and he looked so cute, a grin on your face as you quickly snapped a picture of him in it. once the words were out, he looked at you shyly, glancing left and right to see if anyone was looking before pecking your lips.

minghao: honestly he will tease you a bit but also find it so cute and like how can he not kiss you after that :( he was trying on some glasses and this one pair suited him so well, making him look super cute and charming. you whisper to yourself how you could kiss him right now, which he hears. he gives you a knowing look before pecking your lips. he'll tease you for the rest of the day but shower you with kisses nonetheless <3

dino: he was looking extra fluffy and cute today for some reason which made you cling to him on the couch as he was finishing up writing some lyrics. he was deep in concentration, writing, the words flowing out of him. you observed the way his hair fell over his forehead, in soft curls, making him look so cute. and before you knew it you mumbled out the words "i really want to kiss you right now", making dino glance at you, wondering if he heard you right. he gives you a cutely questioning look with a slight tilt of his head and you just pucker your lips in answer, making him chuckle as he leans in and kisses you softly.

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seungcheol's eyes are still red, wet and puffy when he walks into your shared apartment. he sighs, puffing his cheeks and pouting just like a little kid.

his pout gets bigger when he hears you giggling.

"what?", seungcheol asks in a sharpy, cute tone, while he takes his shoes off and wear his slippers. "did you see it too?"

"i guess everyone saw it, babe."

seungcheol groans, using the sleeve of his black t-shirt to wipe his eyes. there's no sign of makeup on his face now, so his skin is all clear, with its natural flaws and marks.

"that son of a bitch", he curses, walking up to the couch and sitting beside you. "damn you, kwon soonyoung."

"yeah, okay", you pat his back. "let it all out."

seungcheol crosses his arms. usually he would be talking about caratland right now, running your ears out about how great it was, something funny seungkwan did backstage, or how thrilled he is to have wonwoo on his cooking show.

but right now? he's just sitting there, staring at the void with a frown on his beautiful face, not moving at all. and you know what that can lead to...

and honestly, it doesn't take much until seungcheol sniffs and you're no longer patting his back, but caressing now. he hates crying in front of people, but oh well - didn't he just do that in front of thousands and thousands of carats just now?

"it's okay", you tell him. "they're greateful for you, and i'm glad they expressed that today."

"i hate them", he playfully says, his voice sounding different because of the lump in his throat. "i'm gonna treat them all to dinner tomorrow for how much i hate them."

seungcheol breaks, his words chocking him up as he hiccups.

"of course, babe. of course."

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Hmm Minghao(svt) x male reader who is also in svt and they habe a little museum date and then look at the sunset while being completely smitten for eachother like it's literally tooth rottening sweet

Heaven’s cloud ☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Xu Minghao x Male Reader

Xu Minghao is not one to say I love you often. He’s never felt it necessary to verbally express how he was feeling—he’d much rather show it with his actions. Whether it was tying your shoes for you—or sharing a sip of his beverage before you could ask—or simply snaking his arm around you. Around your waist—around your shoulders—no matter what, Minghao always found himself linked to you.

“Hao.” He loves the way the nickname sounds rolling off your tongue. Loves the way your hand finds its way to the left side of his jacket to pull him in closer. “What if people see us?”

“(Y/n). I’m wearing a hat, thick glasses and a mask. What are they going to recognize? The lower half of my ears?” You want to laugh with him, to feel as carefree as he sounds as he pulls you in by your belt loops. You can see his eyes glint behind his glasses, a fondness that only appeared when he was looking at you. “Besides, we’re in the same group. If anything, we can just say we were hanging out you know? As bros.” Even with the mask covering the lower half of his face you can hear his smile—the laugh that doesn’t quite escape his mouth to not catch anyone’s attention.

“And do bros loop their fingers through their other bros belt loops or am I the exception?” Minghao pulls himself away from you—the draft of cold air hitting you almost instantly—winking as he walks to the other side of the art exhibit.

The room is full of priceless art pieces. Some you could spend hours gazing at—wondering what meaning they had hidden under all the brush strokes. But none of them came close to Minghao.

Not when he stood in front of the blandest painting in the room, baggy jeans threatening to hit the floor if it weren’t for his platform shoes. He’s examining it, letting his eyes seize it up and down and side to side. Anything to keep his attention on the painting instead of turning his gaze towards you. You can’t help but take a picture, letting a warm smile take over when you finally make your way over to him.

“It’s a nice painting.” You see his shoulders jump up in surprise, not expecting you to be this close but he stands even straighter, offering nothing more but a hum of recognition. “However, you’re much nicer to look at.”

“That was bad even for you.” Hao still refuses to face you, his eyes never leaving the painting. You stand next to him, finally directing your full attention to it, trying to see what lured him to this specific piece.

It’s nothing special. A simple ombré effect that starts with orange at the top, a lemon yellow in the middle, and finally a blue at the bottom. You can see why he’s examining it—the blending is seamless—not a single stray brushstroke in sight. And while it may be plain at first glance, the brush work is unmatched. If it weren’t for the signature at the bottom you would’ve never guessed this was hand painted.

It’s a nice sight—the two of you standing next to each other—enough for your arm to brush against his but not enough to where it could look suspicious. You have a feeling you’ll see pictures taken from a distance of both of you but for now you bask in the moment. Choosing to lean your head on Minghao’s shoulder, breaking his cold streak. He wastes no time in wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing you in closer. Hints of his cologne seep through your mask, the familiar scent weakening your legs.

He turns his head towards you, pulling his mask down under his bottom lip, making sure to press as close as he could to your ear, “Wanna get out of here?”

Although his wording was suggestive, the two of you ended up walking next to a nearby shoreline. Kicking the sand you cross as you watch the water creep up on the two of you slowly. Minghao keeps your hand in his, bringing it to sit in his pocket intertwined with his own. It’s sweet. It keeps you warm in this cool breeze. Never too hot and never too cold.

You see the same colors in the sky as you did in the painting. The blueness of the sky being taken over by a blend of orange and yellow with a hint of pink. And while it’s not as seamless as it was on the canvas, it manages to take your breath away. And suddenly you’re standing next to Minghao like you were in the museum. Watching the sky diligently in silence with him. He looks so peaceful from the corner of your eyes—lost in thought as he gazes towards the horizon—he’s never looked more beautiful. You pull your phone out again with your free hand, taking a few steps back to capture the moment. He knows what you’re doing—the awkward shuffling of your feet on the sand without letting go of his hand humoring him.

“(Y/n).”

“Shh, you’re going to ruin the picture.” But you both know you really don’t mind—not when the image of him is forever ingrained into your mind. Always there even when you close your eyes. But it’s nice—the first few pictures you take of him are tame. He offers a big grin with his mask pulled down to his chin—until he finally reaches over to cover your camera as you continue to take pictures. The last few are completely black. They’ll make for a nice post one day.

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Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits

❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!

⭐︎

❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.

“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”

licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!

❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.

sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!

❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.

he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.

❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.

sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.

❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.

the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.

❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.

although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.

❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.

because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.

❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.

it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.