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dancing in the moonlight / 꿈만 같아, 너와 마주한 세상

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 712

notes: chinese tutor ricky. that's it that's the post, uni!au, outfit based on this, feel free to correct me if any translations are wrong !! i know all of these words but i am not a native speaker, everyone pls listen to blue paradise, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - take my hand

soft beams of sunlight stream in through large windows, casting a golden glow across the table. the light has grown brighter as the sun dips just below the horizon. trees stretch just barely into view, branches decorated with freshly blooming pink and white flowers. 

you jump slightly at the sound of a backpack rustling, followed by SHEN RICKY sliding into the seat beside you. “sorry,” he says with a sheepish smile. “did i startle you?”

“no,” you chuckle softly in return, suddenly all too self conscious of the sweatshirt you had carelessly pulled on before rushing to class that morning. “don’t worry.”

ricky nods curtly. you watch his gaze sweep over your textbook, shifting ever so slightly closer. “let’s get started then.” 

it was far too easy to admire ricky. he’s just as handsome as ever, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a satin dress shirt. sunlight glints against his silver earrings. the cross dangles just above the top of his tattoo. the black ink contrasts harshly against his skin. he must’ve gotten it touched up recently, you think. it looks darker. he looks so handsome. 

a few stray strands of blonde hair frame his sharp features, drawing your attention to the small wings of his eyeliner. if you look too closely, you’re almost sure you can see the faint edges of his cherry red lip stain. 

“what unit are you working on?” ricky asks. his voice is deeper when he whispers - almost raspy. just as easily as he distracts you, he pulls you back to reality. you curse the way butterflies rush throughout your stomach. 

“descriptive compliments.” you quietly push the book over, watching as he reads over the sample dialogue. 

after a second, ricky hums. “this isn’t too difficult. you just have to remember the difference between verbs and objects.”

you nod, remaining quiet as he continues to explain. it was easy to fall into a routine with ricky. he was always so punctual - it’s almost predictable. you would occasionally catch glimpses of him before his morning classes, grabbing coffee with his friends or playing basketball when the court was still empty. he always smiled when your eyes met, greeting you with a quick wave before returning his attention to what he was doing before. 

“hey,” ricky frowns softly, cocking his head to the side slightly. his eyebrows furrow in concern. “are you okay? you seem distracted.”

you swallow your embarrassment, anxiously letting out a half-hearted chuckle as you nod. “sorry. i’m a little worried about a test tomorrow. what were you saying?”

ricky doesn’t answer. at least, not at first. “let’s do something else.” he closes your textbook, pushing it aside in favor of turning to face you. “i’ll ask a question. all you have to do is answer it.”

you chuckle dryly, letting out a sarcastic huff. “a pop quiz? really?”

he smiles as he shakes his head. “just listen, okay? 听一下。” (“listen.”)

“好吧。” (“okay.”)

“今天晚上我们一起去吃晚��，行吗？我请客你。” (“do you want to go to dinner tonight? i’ll treat you.”) 

you pause. your mind races. if you stare for too long, you can almost see a hint of pink threatening to spread across the tips of his ears. “真的吗？” (“really?”)

ricky smiles softly. he raises a hand to anxiously scratch at the back of his neck, careful not to disturb his carefully styled bangs. “是。你今天晚上有时间吗？” (“yeah. are you free tonight?”)

“有。为什么？” (i am. why?)

“因为我喜欢你。我想约你出去。” (because i like you. i want to take you on a date.)

for a moment, it feels like the world seems to stop around you. the sun has almost fully set now, leaving only the flickering lights to illuminate the room. 

“are you serious?”

“of course i am. so,” ricky’s metal chair scrapes against the tile floor as he shuffles ever so closer. this time, the butterflies in your stomach aren’t from anxiousness - they’re from excitement. his eyes crinkle up in the corners when he smiles at you, sweet and inviting and impossible to say no to. “what do you think? can i take you to dinner tonight?”

you can’t help but smile brightly in return. you reach over, gingerly taking ricky’s hand into your own. he follows your lead, intertwining your fingers together and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’d love to.”

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Word Count: 708 Summary:This was the same Yujin who acted like a cat when any of his hyungs tried to hug him, yet here he was, clinging to you like he’d die if you so much as stood up. Pairing: Yujin X Reader

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Yujin had never been the overly affectionate type—not with his hyungs, at least. He tolerated their teasing, their playful headlocks, and the way they constantly ruffled his hair like he was a puppy. But the moment they got too clingy, he was quick to dodge, pushing them away with an unimpressed look and a muttered, “Hyung, please.”

So, naturally, the sight of him curled up against you on the couch, practically glued to your side, had the rest of the members seething.

“You’re kidding,” Hanbin muttered, arms crossed as he nudged Matthew. “Tell me I’m not seeing things.”

“You are,” Matthew said, eyes locked on the scene. “But unfortunately, it’s real.”

Yujin, their little anti-touch menace, was currently snuggled against you, head resting on your shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. Every time you shifted even slightly, he instinctively tightened his hold, as if afraid you’d move away.

And the worst part? He looked content.

This was the same Yujin who acted like a cat when any of his hyungs tried to hug him, yet here he was, clinging to you like he’d die if you so much as stood up.

Jiwoong, sitting on the other side of the couch, leaned forward with an incredulous look. “Yujin-ah,” he called.

Yujin hummed but didn’t even glance up.

“Are you… comfortable?”

“Mm.”

“Then why do you run away when we try to hug you?”

Yujin finally lifted his head, blinking lazily at his hyungs like they had just asked him why the sky was blue. “Because I don’t like it.”

The betrayal in their eyes was palpable.

“But you’re literally—” Ricky gestured wildly at how Yujin was practically wrapped around you.

Yujin, completely unfazed, tilted his head. “Yeah.”

Silence.

“You little—” Taerae looked personally offended. “What do they have that we don’t?”

Yujin blinked, looking at you thoughtfully for a second before shrugging. “I like them.”

Screams erupted. Matthew dramatically collapsed onto the floor. Hanbin clutched his chest like he had been physically wounded. Jiwoong buried his face in his hands, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, you just patted Yujin’s hair, grinning as he nuzzled closer with a pleased sigh. “Aww, I like you too, Yujinnie.”

“See?” Yujin said, as if that explained everything.

It didn’t.

And his hyungs were never going to recover.

The chaos in the dorm only intensified.

“You LIKE them?” Hanbin repeated, as if he needed confirmation for the emotional damage he just received. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” Yujin answered nonchalantly, as if that wasn’t a world-shattering statement.

Ricky scoffed, standing up dramatically. “I refuse to accept this.”

Yujin blinked at him. “Okay.”

“YOU CAN’T JUST SAY ‘OKAY’ LIKE THAT!” Ricky’s voice cracked in despair.

Meanwhile, Jiwoong was still processing his emotions. His arms were crossed, his brows furrowed like he was deep in thought. “Wait, so what if we were cuter? More loveable?” He turned to Hanbin. “Maybe we just haven’t approached this right.”

Hanbin gasped. “You’re right.”

Yujin squinted at them in suspicion, pulling you even closer, as if shielding you from whatever weird scheme his hyungs were planning. “Don’t do anything weird.”

Taerae grinned. “Define weird.”

Yujin’s hold on you tightened. “No.”

But it was too late.

Suddenly, all of them started acting cute.

Matthew tilted his head and pouted, blinking up at Yujin. “Yujinnie~ can I have a hug?”

Yujin stared at him, unimpressed. “No.”

Ricky gasped, clutching his chest. “What about me?”

“No.”

Hanbin tried to grab Yujin’s wrist, but Yujin immediately recoiled. “Hyung, get away from me.”

Jiwoong sighed dramatically. “So unfair.”

“Seriously, what do they have that we don’t?” Taerae whined. “We’ve raised you, fed you, took care of you—”

“And yet,” Yujin said, resting his head against your shoulder again, “you’re still not them.”

Silence.

Jiwoong covered his face, shaking with laughter. Hanbin dramatically flopped onto the couch like he had lost the will to live. Ricky looked personally victimized.

“AHHHH—” Taerae screamed into a pillow.

Matthew just sighed. “I can’t believe our maknae is this cruel.”

You couldn’t stop laughing at the sheer heartbreak on their faces. Meanwhile, Yujin just looked smug.

And clingier than ever.

With a tiny smirk, he held onto you even tighter, knowing his hyungs were watching. “Mine.”

Taerae actually fell off the couch.

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heyyy first of all, i just needed to say that your writing is soooo fucking good like i was genuinely impressed when you said that english isn't your first language because I can't imagine how this could get any better. Also, it isn’t only about the way you write but also the way you just get each character perfectly. That's just... woah, just woah. So yeah, I hope you keep on writing for a long time for the sake of everyone's happiness lol

And lastly, you remembered us about how you also write for the rest of the yellowjackets, not that I don't enjoy the whole "let's give love to all ella purnell's characters" thing going on here buuuut i remembered one scenario has been in my mind for a while and I'd love if you wrote about it.

Shauna, after losing so much to the wilderness, carries this relentless, overwhelming anger that keeps most of the other girls at a distance. Even those who aren't outright scared of her still know better than to get too close. She obviously needs love and comfort, but god help anyone who tries to say that to her. And then r decides to take a shot, carefully inching closer without setting her off. Slowly but surely, r makes progress. First, just being allowed in Shauna's space, then a hand on her shoulder, brushing her hand, maybe even touching her hair. When Shauna finally lets her guard down, r sees just how touch-starved she really is, how deeply she needs someone to just be there, to be her person.

Shauna and r start disappearing for hours, slipping off to somewhere, maybe the airplane, where r can pepper her face with kisses, making her feel safe. And Shauna just lets herself melt in those moments, holding r close.

my mind just goes ogdofgkditwukymg w her

── NO ONE COULD SAVE ME BUT YOU

— summary: shauna shipman needs a hug. that’s it. that’s the summary.

— warnings: hurt/comfort. canon typical dark themes. implied cannibalism (duh). child loss. etc. so: angst. some fluff. did not beta-read this. + i had no clue how to start or end this fic.

— a/n: woah thank you so so much!! i genuinely appreciate that <3 i’m not planning on stopping any time soon! anyway, i hope you like how this turned out!!

out here, she’s lost everything. you all know it, though none of you dares to actually talk about it. it doesn’t come as much of a surprise that she’s beginning to lose herself too. it’s concerning all the same.

shauna still gets her chores done, so it is not like you don’t have her support in this poorly built system, this attempt to keep things under control when -really- all last restraints of control were lost the morning you’d found jackie’s body, buried in the snow, and with all that came after that. the things no one ever speaks about.

perhaps that is why none of the girls have approached her yet: as long as she does what she’s supposed to do, why would anyone try and cross her, or potentially upset her? after what she’s done to lottie, it’s no surprise. sometimes, in moments during which you find yourself staring at her hands for reasons beyond you, you can see the flash of a scar, standing out against the thin skin of her knuckles.

maybe they’re scared of her. or scared of what she’s become, out here. it doesn’t make a difference. maybe you should all be scared of what you’ve become.

either way, it’s not fair. you obviously know that she needs the same comfort some of the other girls have found in each other, whether shauna wants to admit it or not.

so you -with nothing better to do for the most part- make it your mission to be this comfort for her.

at first, shauna gives you short, cold responses when you try to make small talk, but you keep at it. there’s nowhere to go anyway, nowhere she could flee to get away from your slightly awkward attempts to just talk. it’s a first step.

gradually, you notice her replies get a little longer, her posture softens, just slightly, and she doesn’t seem so quick to brush you off. a small sign, but it means you’re beginning to earn her trust. you don’t talk, not always. sometimes, you’ll just linger nearby and watch her prepare the last remaining pieces of meat or sit in the same room as she scribbles in the journal she’s brought from home.

sitting with shauna in silence becomes its own form of closeness; she doesn’t say much, but she lets you be near her. you can’t remember, now that you think about it, when she was last hugged. when she last felt the touch of another person. your heart aches at this realization. could it have been jackie? it already feels like a whole lifetime ago, that she'd been among the group.

over time, she actually starts letting you sit close enough that your legs touch. you hope it’s her way of saying that maybe she doesn’t mind your presence as much as she lets on.

one day, after a particularly hard night, you take a chance and rest a hand on shauna’s shoulder. you’ve noticed, even from a distance, that she doesn’t sleep well. truthfully, no one out here does. but, with your makeshift mattress closest to the spot she’s preoccupied in the farthest corner of the room, you often notice the way she flinches in her sleep, or shoots up in the middle of the night, panting heavily.

when you notice it that night, you slip out of the more or less comfortable ‘warmth’ of your blankets and make your way over to her.

she tenses, but for a moment, she doesn’t pull away. her silence feels like a monumental moment, a sign that she’s slowly starting to let her walls down. you sit like this, hidden by the darkness of the cabin and with none of the others awake, for a long moment. neither of you moves, neither of you even dares to breathe, afraid it’ll pass by as fast as it has come. then, she shrugs away from your grip and mutters: “i’m fine”. she’s not, obviously. but you take it as a small victory. you’ve felt the way she relaxed under your hold, the way she didn’t immediately push you away.

as weeks pass, you notice shauna becoming less and less guarded in your presence. she’s still wary, still sharp, but you can sense the small shifts, a quiet murmur here, a shared look there, that suggest she’s warming up to having you close.

maybe that night is what’s to blame, or maybe she’s genuinely beginning to realize how much she craves the warmth of another person. your warmth.

it’s one of these days where she’s angrily scribbling down words into her journal when shauna reaches a first ‘breaking point’. she’s sitting beside you in silence, the weight of the wilderness and the day pressing down on both of you. the only noise is the angry scrape of her pencil against paper. in a rare moment of boldness, you reach out, brushing a strand of her hair back from her face.

you’re not sure why you do it. but shauna seems so far away from everything, so detached from the reality you live in, that you just want to offer her something grounding.

her first reaction is to freeze, her eyes widening with a flicker of surprise, and you nearly pull your hand away, wondering if you’ve overstepped. but instead, shauna lets out a breath and holds still, allowing you to tuck the strand behind her ear. as your fingers brush her cheek, you can feel her breath catch, her defenses lowering just a little. it’s a brief, fragile moment, but one that feels much bigger to you: an unspoken acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, she’ll allow more of this.

that’s when things begin to change: shauna starts looking for you after difficult moments, lingering by your side in ways that tell you she needs someone, even if she won’t say it; too stubborn to ever admit it out loud. she lets you take her hand quietly, her thumb rubbing yours a wordless promise that, just for a while, she’ll let you be her safe place.

it becomes routine for you and shauna to disappear to some quiet spot when the cabin feels too heavy. no one has figured you out yet, although you’re sure that they can put two and two together by now: tai has caught your eye, the last time you sneaked off together and lottie has long claimed that the wilderness has its fucked up ways of communicating with her. whether any of it is true or not, something about the glances she shoots in your direction tells you that she knows. that she might even appreciate it, though that could just be because she won’t be the outlet for shauna’s anger anymore.

after a particularly tense exchange with the others, she brushes past you, muttering, “let’s go.” you follow her immediately, of course, and the two of you wind through the forest until you reach the plane’s wreckage. inside, it’s silent and dim, a place that’s somehow managed to become a safe haven. the last reminder of civilization, somewhere far far away from you.

shauna lets herself lean back against the metal frame, shoulders dropping in relief, her usual guarded expression softening as you sit close beside her.

she doesn’t say anything, but her hand finds yours, squeezing it tightly, as if she’s grounding herself in your presence. then, in a rare show of vulnerability, she leans her head on your shoulder, her eyes closing as she lets out a shaky sigh. you wrap an arm around her, pull her closer, and let her melt into you, feeling her tension slowly give way as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.

together, you stay like that for hours, just holding each other. shauna curls into your arms, letting herself fully relax in the quiet. you actually dare to cradle her head and press gentle kisses to her forehead, feeling her melt into your embrace, and trusting you in a way she hasn’t trusted anyone else in a long, long time.

“you’re…you’re way too soft for this place, you know that?” you hear her whispering. she doesn’t stop you, though.

when it’s time to return, shauna doesn’t say a word but gives you a look that says it all: gratitude, trust, and something almost like relief.

even when you’re not together, shauna’s glances toward you become longer, her eyes lingering with something that remains unspoken, as if she’s trying to understand this newfound feeling.

around the others, she is still hesitant to be openly affectionate. in the cabin, it is only late at night, when it’s just the two of you, that she lets herself fall into your arms. It’s the only time she allows herself to be unguarded, clinging to you silently as if afraid you’ll vanish too if she lets go.

that same night, you catch a quiet confession under her ragged breath. she’s facing the other way, letting you spoon her from behind. only this way, does she dare to open up about how everything seems to slip away from her. she’s scared but hides it behind anger and frustration. you’re the first person allowed to see her tears.

you can’t even begin to imagine what she’s going through. all the things she’s been robbed of: girlhood, like all of you. even if you’re ever rescued (which seems less likely with every day that passes) how are you supposed to move on? how are you supposed to live, like none of this ever happened? her best friend, who no one dares to talk about anymore, afraid it’ll bring back the things you’ve done. it’s like she was never here at all which, you think, must be even worse. motherhood, too, though she never even wanted it. no one seems to acknowledge that, out of everyone out here, she might just be the one to have lost everything to the wilderness.

in an attempt to comfort her, you trace mindless shapes against the back of her hand, slowly soothing her back to sleep. the letters of her name, a loopy S, gliding across her scarred knuckles with a tenderness so contrary to everything these hands have done. your own name, next. you hear a gentle chuckle coming from shauna. she knows what you’re doing, of course. you don’t stop.

the outline of wiskayok, as you remember from the map. she doesn’t seem to recognize this one, a little crease between her brows. “home” you tell her quietly and the crease vanishes.

it feels surreal that, somewhere out there, home is still a place. that wiskayok still exists to the people, to your families, your classmates, and everyone else back there. that it’s more than just a fading memory.

“you suck at drawing” she finally manages. it’s the first time you can hear the glimpse of amusement in her voice.

“what? you think you’re any better?” you whisper quietly, wanting it to last.

shauna shifts beside you, and takes your hand with a gentleness you didn’t think she possessed still.

now it’s your turn to lay back and feel. she starts with words. “yellowjackets” she spells out. a small smile flashes over your features as shauna studies your face attentively. then, though it’s harder to make out, she traces the word: “champions”. your heart feels heavy with everything that could’ve been.

shapes are next: a tiny heart, resembling the shape of jackie's necklace, then a simple circle.

"that's a soccer ball" she whispers expertly. for the first time, you laugh. it only lasts a short moment before you remember where you are, and that the others are trying to sleep just a couple of meters from you.

you fall asleep with her hand in your own, as both of your eyes grow too tired and you drift off together.

other nights, when she’s fast asleep and -for once- doesn’t seem haunted by nightmares, you find yourself watching over her. it’s the only time you get to see her the way she’d once been: when her features aren’t tense or pained, but relaxed. when she’s the girl you met at the very first soccer practice years ago, who hasn’t known any of the things that’ll happen to her in this lifetime. you stay up all night, only realizing how much time has passed when light starts spilling into the cabin and she stirs up.

you know shauna hates being pitied. so while you do feel for her, instead of asking if she’s okay, you just stay close, offering your warmth and presence. when shauna’s frustration bubbles over, she lets herself scream or cry in your arms, knowing you won’t turn her away. you hold her tightly all through the waves of emotions, murmuring quiet reassurances, and she clings to you, even as she struggles to accept that someone genuinely cares.

“everyone else… they don’t understand. they couldn’t. but you-“ she murmurs softly. “you’re the only one who sees me. the only one who wants to.”

shauna begins to show subtle signs of protectiveness over you, too: always looking out for you and offering the little comforts she can manage. even though her gestures are often quieter than yours, and less obvious, she's found her own way of showing she’s come to care for you, and that she’s willing to fight for you as much as you’re willing to be there for her out there!! <3

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낫게 해줘 너 때문인 lovesick / 너 아니면 소용없어 don't need

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591

notes: reader has period cramps !! happy mjx day !! lovelicky my beloved <33, i am a tank top ricky enthusiast, partially inspired by real life events lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - doctor! doctor!

SHEN RICKY announces his arrival with a soft knock against your bedroom door. he chuckles softly when he hears you groan loudly in response, taking the opportunity to quietly slip into the room. 

your body looks like little more than a lump in the middle of your bed. ricky shuts the door behind him, walking forwards to set a few shopping bags on your bedside table. seeing your unmoving figure, he takes the opportunity to slip out of his cardigan and slacks in favor of a black tank top and sweatpants. 

sunlight threatens to spill into the room through the small cracks in your blinds casting a warm light across the room. you curl further into yourself beneath the covers, tugging your blankets tighter around you. one arm rests over your stomach while the other clutches the oversized cat plush ricky had won for you against your chest; your chin rests in between its ears. 

ricky tentatively sits on the edge of your bed, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “baby,” he whispers quietly. “how are you feeling?”

you let out another quiet groan as you finally open your eyes, squinting at the sudden influx of light in your vision. “bad,” you finally murmur quietly. “my cramps are really bad.” 

ricky frowns softly. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. the sound of rustling plastic catches your attention, drawing your gaze away from ricky’s furrowed eyebrows and instead towards his hand. he sets a small container on the edge of your bedside table before turning back to you. “can you sit up? i bought some painkillers.”

the promise of relief is enough to make you prop yourself up. ricky shoves a pillow behind your back as you lean against the headboard, setting your plush to the side. ricky’s hand lowers to rest against the small of your back. he traces miscellaneous shapes over the fabric of his stolen t-shirt. 

“here,” ricky says. his hands feel cool as he slips a small tylenol capsule into your hand, followed quickly by a glass of water. “do you need anything else?” 

“no,” you mumble. reaching over, you take his hand into your own. your fingers run along the smooth edges of the promise ring that sits just before his knuckle on his left hand. “just you.”

ricky smiles brightly. he lifts the edge of your blankets before slipping beneath the covers, wasting no time in cuddling up against your side. 

“i bought some snacks, too,” he says, reaching over to grab the plastic bags that had previously been abandoned on your bedside table. you smile softly, watching as ricky opens the bags to reveal various packages of your favourite snacks. you chuckle when you recognize a packet of strawberry flavoured pocky in the mix but save your teasing for another day. “you hate it when i eat in my room.” 

“i do,” ricky lets out an exaggerated sigh. he leans back against his hands, turning to face you once again. “but i’ll make an exception. just this once.” 

you break off a piece from the bar before holding it out towards him. a light flush decorates the tips of his ears but he accepts with a small smile, leaning in to take the candy into his mouth. “well, thank you, good sir,” you tease. 

ricky rolls his eyes playfully but leans in nonetheless. his lips just barely brush against your cheek before he’s pulling away and reaching over to take your hand into his own. “anything for you.” 

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you're worth it | han yujin

pairing: yujin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1001

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread!

notes: yujinnnnn!! my little guy ugh he is just so cutie i am so devastated. anyways this was so fun to write as i procrastinate getting ready for work LMAO so i hope y'all like it <3 thank u anon for this idea it was so lovely (i know i didn't go too in depth w the actual sleepover part im SORRYYY)

you didn't consider yourself someone who got nervous particularly easy. especially not when it involved your best friend yujin. everything was easy with him. was. before you had developed a little crush on the boy.

you had done a pretty good job at ignoring the way your heart would speed up when you caught him looking at you, or when your hands brushed when you walked side by side. but you weren't sure if that same ignorance would hold up for tonight, your first sleepover at his place.

it's not a big deal. you repeated in your head. repeating the phrase like a mantra as you approached the door for his dorm. you had met a couple of his roommates in passing but the idea of meeting so many new people definitely didn't help the nerves that bubbled up in your chest.

raising your hand you knocked on the door a few times, the once silent apartment erupted in muffled noises. screams, maybe? you considered, not even having a moment to consider why there would be screaming before the door opened to yujin with a sheepish grin on his face.

you almost didn't notice the swarm of other guys standing in the apartment with wide grins on their faces. some giggling to themselves or whispering, while one you recognized, hanbin, lightly hit them on the arm in an attempt to get them to stop. you couldn't help but giggle at the group of boys, giving them a small wave before greeting yujin.

yujin hadn't realized why you were giggling until he turned around to walk with you into the apartment, letting out a groan, "please just ignore them they're being annoying." he put emphasis on the last word, some of the boys feigning offense, hands over their chests like they had just been betrayed.

"we just wanted to meet your little friend," one said with a wiggle of their eyebrows, "is that so bad?"

yujin let out another huff before reluctantly introducing you to the group. you soon learned the two giggling to each other were gyuvin and gunwook. everyone was so nice and welcoming to you that you immediately felt at ease there. the teasing remarks to yujin also seemed to help as you all laughed together for a bit.

who you remembered to be matthew spoke up as he faced you and yujin, "yujin you're really gonna let them stand there carrying their bags this whole time? not very gentlemanly of you." he shook his head, jokingly wagging his finger as he told him off causing a laugh to leave your chest before you insisted it was okay and that you didn't mind.

"no he's right, you can put your stuff in my room, follow me." yujin smiled shyly, leading you to his bedroom. you both tried to ignore the whistles and whispers from the boys behind you as the door shut behind you both.

yujin sat on his bed with a sigh, "sorry about them, they're a lot." he chuckled. you put your bag at the end of his bed before plopping down next to him.

"don't apologize," you reassured him with a smile, "they're really fun actually, i was more worried if they'd like me or not."

he turned to you with a smile, "oh don't worry, they loved you before you even got here." you let out a relieved sigh before you took a moment to process what he had said, raising an eyebrow.

"yujin," you smirked, holding back a giggle "do you talk about me to them?"

his eyes widened at the accusation, knowing deep down what it implied about his feelings towards you. "well," he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, "you see," his voice trailed off.

"so that's a yes?" you giggled, placing your hand on his, "don't worry, i think it's cute." as soon as the word cute left your mouth yujin started stuttering some denial as his eyes darted between you and your hand on his.

watching the way his brain started malfunctioning, you knew you were the only chance of this conversation continuing, so you opened your mouth again, feeling more confident now. "i don't know if you know this jinnie," the nickname rolling off your tongue so naturally, "but i like you, a lot."

you watched as he processed your confession, a wide smile spreading across his face. "oh!" he exclaimed, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, "i uh," his hand squeezed yours lightly, looking for reassurance, "like you too, also a lot." you giggled at the boy in front of you, his smile becoming infectious, soon mirroring his wide grin.

"well good," you smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek, "now let's head back out there before they start getting the wrong idea." you didn't even give him time to think about the small romantic action before you dragged him up and to his door.

what you weren't expecting as you opened the door was the sight of 8 boys toppling over each other. yujin let out a whine at their antics, "were you guys listening to our whole conversation?" he exclaimed, not even that surprised that they would do such a thing.

"pffft no way! we were just,"gyuvin glanced around the hallway, "uhm," his voice lowered to a whisper, "gunwook help me out."

gunwook perked up, straightening out his tshirt, "we were just expecting the door hinges," he said nonchalantly, "one of them has been squeaking and we were trying to see which one it was." he came up with the excuse so quickly and with such confidence that you almost believed him.

you both laughed as you shook your head and walked past the group of boys, making your way to the kitchen, "you might wanna get used to stuff like that, especially since you'll probably be coming over more." yujin smiled as he grabbed your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"don't worry yujin, you're worth it."

[marsrblg]

Learning Chinese — Ricky!!

PAIRING: ricky x reader (established relationship) GENRE: fluff WARNINGS: none! probably... WORD COUNT: 446 NOTES: I’m a beginner chinese speaker so feel free to reach out if you have any corrections! and with that, please enjoy :)

Chinese is difficult. Like, absurdly difficult. The tones were difficult, learning to read was difficult, and sentence construction was difficult. As for writing… you had strong opinions regarding that. Opinions that are better left unsaid.

Worse yet, you couldn’t quit. Learning Chinese for your boyfriend meant that quitting would feel worse than it would’ve been had you decided to learn the language for any other reason. 

So with a sigh, you continue reading through your textbook as it attempts to teach you some new words. 

Unfortunately, being hunched over a desk for a few hours must’ve taken its toll on you. The words on the page were hardly making any sense. Your head is in your hands, you feel a headache creeping up, and you really, really just want to get up and sit with Ricky on the sofa.

Your boyfriend, however… was perfectly happy scrolling on his phone, looking at whatever he usually looks at with an entertained smile on his face. 

You must’ve been staring for a while though, since he looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with you. A quick once-over is all he needs to realize that you were struggling. Badly.

“Do… you need some help?” He asks, tilting his head.

You purse your lips and look back at your textbook. “Yeah, actually,” you start, only now realizing that you could’ve asked for help this whole time. “What’s the difference between 时候 (shíhòu) and 时间 (shíjiān)?”

“Uh…” He says, putting his phone down and making his way over to you. Ricky’s brows furrow as he looks at your textbook. “Shíhòu would translate to when or moment, whereas shíjiān would simply be time. The former is used when… describing a moment, I guess, whereas the latter usually refers to a specific time.” 

Chinese is difficult, and you can see that explaining it is just as difficult as learning it. “Huh,” is the response you decide is appropriate. 

Ricky gives you a strained look. “Would an example help? Here, translate the following sentence: 晚上你有时间吗？(wǎnshàng nǐ yǒu shíjiān ma?)”

“Do you have time in the evening?”

“Yeah! Now, this one: 你想我的时候，我也想你。(nǐ xiǎng wǒ de shíhòu, wǒ yě xiǎng nǐ.)”

“When you miss me, I miss you as well.”

He gives you a satisfied hum in response. “Good, thank you.” 

Without another word, Ricky decides that he’s given you an adequate lesson and goes back to lounge on the sofa.

You guess you can survive with what you’ve learnt today.

Later that day, you decide to ask Zhang Hao for help, just to see what he says.

“Shíhòu is qualitative. Shíjiān is quantitative.”

…you suppose he’s a teacher for a reason.

[marsrblg]

'cause i don't wanna be in love with another / even in another life

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 965

notes: need s3 to be released immediately, mandatory apology for my inconsistent posting, uni is killing me, only one bed trope, established relationship, arisu is touch starved a little bit, awkward loser arisu my beloved <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the maria's - heavy

the twin sized mattress is far too small for two people - easily evidenced by the cramped way ARISU RYOHEI’S shoulder awkwardly brushes against your own. his entire body feels stiff; he feels more like a corpse than a man when he shuffles slightly, still overly close to you. 

the beach is never quiet. even within the confines of a hotel room you had chosen at random, you can vaguely hear the music blasting throughout the hotel. chatter fills the otherwise quiet night. if you’re not careful enough, you can sometimes walk in on a session of drunken sex or a drug deal in progress. neon lights dance across the sky, drowning out the stars that are visible near the eerily empty shopping centers and traffic lights. 

arisu freezes when you roll onto your side, moving even close to him in the process. it feels like the entire world shifts when you do. despite all of his effort, you’re impossible to ignore. “arisu,” you whisper. your voice cuts through the darkness, stealing his attention away from the intricate patterns engraved into the ceiling. the man twists just enough to face you, overly conscious of every movement he makes. “are you alright?”

arisu swallows. hard. he sends a silent prayer that the shake in his voice will disappear by the time he quietly murmurs, “i’m fine.”

the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach only seem to increase when you chuckle quietly. you smile softly. sweetly. “you don’t have to be so nervous, you know.” you reach up, gingerly resting a hand against his cheek. arisu’s skin feels hot against your palm as you trace your thumb against his cheekbone. “if you’re not ready to share a bed i can go find somewhere else to sleep. i’m sure kuina wouldn’t mind.”

“no! no- i-” arisu stutters. his face flushes an embarrassingly deep shade of red and his mind races. he desperately tries to remember whatever advice karube had drunkenly told him over rounds of cheap beer and ramen noodles. “please don’t go. i want this.” 

there’s a pause. arisu squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for you to say something. an apology lingers on the tip of his tongue, about to escape from his lips when you murmur- “good,” you smile. “i want this, too.” 

outside of your window, glass shatters. loud cheers fill the night as the party rages on with no regard for the time of night. arisu has never been a fan of parties, preferring to stand in the corner and watch as karube flirted with anyone who seemed interested or slipping outside under the guise of a “smoke break” with chota for some fresh air. 

you don’t seem to mind, however, as you shuffle ever so closer. your hand slips away from his face, leaving goosebumps in its wake. arisu frowns softly at the loss of warmth before you wrap your arm around his waist instead. 

beneath the cheap hotel blankets, you further entangle your body with arisu’s. he can’t seem to pull away. or, maybe he doesn’t want to. he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. 

but when you curl your body further against him, now leaning your head against his shoulder, he lets out a quiet breath. slowly, the tension in his body begins to slip away. his anxiety lessens with each passing moment until his heartbeat has calmed to a slow, rhythmic beating in his chest.

this time when he turns to face you, your eyes are closed. soft breaths occasionally leave your parted lips. tentatively, arisu brushes a shaky hand through your hair. he tucks a few stray strands behind your ear. 

with your features now exposed, he can see the way neon light streaming in despite the closed curtains dances across your cheeks. before arisu knows it, his lips have curled upwards into a soft smile. he lowers his hand until it rests against the curve of your waist, just below your rib cage. 

now finally comfortable, arisu allows himself to relax against the pillows. his own eyes flutter shut as the incessant pounding of the dj’s music begins to lull him to sleep. maybe he could get used to this.

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[marsrblg]

i'm all ears...

...the one where minho's there to listen, even when you've forgotten the sound of your own voice.

the night does something to lee minho.

sarcastic comments and playful bantering turn into drowsy, lovesick eyes and lips that are forever pressed to your skin. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

usually, you melt into it. usually, atleast.

but tonight, you are tired.

sweet suffering jesus, you are so fucking tired.

you don’t say it. you don’t have to. minho notices the second he slips under the covers, hair damp, skin smelling like something clean, something warm. his fingers ghost over your jaw, barely there, but still enough to tell.

you’re more tired than you were yesterday.

minho knows silences. he understands the way they settle in rooms, in bodies, in the spaces between words left unsaid. he knows the difference between the silence that means talk to me and the silence that means stay, but don’t ask.

this is the latter.

so he doesn’t ask. he doesn’t press.

instead, he shifts closer, pulling the blankets over you like he’s tucking you into the safest place in the world. and it is, with soondoongdori curled around your lying figure as minho pushes your hair up and presses a kiss to your forehead. a silent promise that he'll be there when you wake up.

and then, just before sleep takes you, his fingers find yours under the sheets. a pinky hooked around yours, small but certain.

i’m here, it says. i’m all ears, when you’re ready.

the weight of exhaustion sits heavy on your chest, pressing into the space between your ribs, curling into your lungs and making it hard to breathe on the nights minho isn't with you. you’re not sure when it started. this endless ache, this feeling of running on fumes, but minho notices. he always does.

he doesn’t ask you to explain. doesn’t tell you that you should rest more, or that you should take care of yourself better. he knows you know all of that already. knows that sometimes, knowing isn’t enough.

so he stays.

somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, you feel him shift, feel the whisper of his lips against your temple.

“sleep," he murmurs, voice like a tide rolling in. steady. certain. home.

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you do.

...

when you wake, it’s to the smell of tangerines and something warm, something sweet. the sheets beside you are empty, but only just, his warmth lingers in the space where he lay, in the pillow that still smells like him as you're greeted by the felines that make his home, along with you.

you hear the soft shuffle of sock clad feet in the next room, the faint sound of a knife against a cutting board.

when you sit up, minho is already there, standing in the doorway with a small plate of fruit in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. his hair is still a little messy, his hoodie hanging loose on his frame, lips slightly pouty and ready to be kissed, should you want to.

"good morning," he says, and there’s something about the way he looks at you, like he’s been waiting for you to wake up, like he’s been making sure the world is soft enough for you to return to, that makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion.

he walks over, setting the plate down beside you before sitting at the edge of the bed. his fingers find yours again, slow, careful, tracing the lines of your palm.

“eat first,” he says, because eating was always a priority with him. “then tell me what’s on your mind.”

it’s not a request. it’s not a demand. it’s just him, letting you move at your own pace. letting you have the space to breathe, to exist.

so you do. you take a bite of the orange he peeled for you, let the juice burst bright and sweet against your tongue.

and when you finally speak, when the words finally come, tentative but real...he listens.

like soft paws listen to the steady hum of home.

[marsrblg]

Can I request Arisu with a super clingy/perhaps touch starved s/o? (This is shamelessly self indulgent of me, I want to hold the fluffy-haired gamer boy).

you're real for this one anon

Summary: Teasing Arisu while he's on the game.

Genre: Pure fluff !

Pairing: pre-borderlands Arisu x gn!touch-starved!reader

Warnings: Lap sitting, idk that's kinda it....

Word count: 578

You and Arisu had been living together after the first time his dad kicked him out. He didn't bother trying to win him back, he just wandered off while trying to find someone close to take him in.

Karube was the one that informed you of his situation, you had a decent sized apartment so you didn't see why Arisu couldn't live with you.

It's been a few months since then. You've grown closer. Sorta dating, but just to 'try it out'. You're not sure what it is though, you've grown to really like him. All you want to do is touch him, please him; anything to make him happy.

You were lying on his bed while watching him play like every other day after work. It was relaxing and quite funny to see him pissed off after he dies.

You couldn't help but let your thoughts race, wanting to just ease his tensed up muscles and replace them with something, anything else.

Lying on his bed, was a choice. Watching him play, was a choice.

A choice you chose to be closer to him. In your head, when you think about him, he's yours and someone you've become dependent on to help you relax.

You slid off of his bed and stood behind him as he played. Your hands fell onto his shoulders, causing him to jump a little but quickly going back to focus.

You lightly squeezed his shoulders, pushing on all the knots he may have made throughout the day.

"I--Mm.. What--what are you doing?" Arisu asked, his body almost melting to your touch.

"I don't know." You admitted, sliding your hands down his body to his chest, resting your head on his shoulders.

His body shivered to your touch, not knowing how to focus when you're constantly touching him.

"You missed a guy." You stated, your eyes on his game.

"No I didn't." He shook his head, trying to sound confident but his voice was betraying him with a voice crack.

"Did to. You need to learn how to focus better, Arisu. He was right in front of you." You began in a short whisper, your mouth right next to his ear.

"I can't focus when you're..." He mumbled with a soft groan.

"When I'm what?" You smiled, watching his eyes fight everything to not look at you.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, but no answer.

"I like touching you, Arisu. Is that such a crime?" You mumbled, almost in defeat when you watched his features; studying them.

He stayed silent again, instead he just turned his head to finally look you in the eyes. The same eyes that were filled with either innocence or mischief; it was hard to tell with you.

You smiled at him, lifting your head and walking around his chair to be in front of him. Before he could protest, and complain you were blocking his view. You got into his lap, nuzzling your face into his neck and wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Where did you say the other guy was?" He mumbled quietly, trying to adjust himself to be more comfortable.

"In the subway." You replied, taking in his scent and smiling against his skin.

He smiled too, he had been wanting you to do this. To sit on his lap as he played to be closer, but was far too afraid. He loved you, even if he didn't know it yet.

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[marsrblg]

i've never known someone like you / tangled in love, stuck by you

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 439

notes: this is 100% self indulgent bc i love kento yamazaki so much, begging and pleading on my knees for more arisu fics pretty please, not my best work honestly, apologies about my inconsistent posting lol uni is hard ://, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from beabadoobee - glue song

ARISU RYOHEI looks like little more than a heap of messy, black hair laying beside you. his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. soft breaths occasionally escape his parted lips. his arm stretches across the expanse of your mattress; his fingertips are just barely able to reach the curve of your waist. 

his body seems to glow beneath the golden glow of the morning sunlight. summer had returned, bringing arisu’s tan skin back with it. in the silence, the rest of the world fades into the background. reaching up, you brush the hair away from arisu’s face. you tuck the longest strands behind his ear, leaving the rest to settle against his nose bridge. gingerly, you begin to trace your hand against arisu’s face. your thumb brushes against small patches of acne scars littering his cheeks. 

your hand falls lower, now running down his neck and tracing against the edge of his shoulder. your fingertips trace against the curve of his collarbones and dance along the skin of his bare chest. arisu flinches slightly and then stirs at the feeling. though he doesn’t open his eyes, you don’t miss the way a deep flush spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

goosebumps rise along arisu’s skin as your hand trails even lower before finally settling against his waist. you trace miscellaneous shapes against his skin, taking the time to admire the man before you. arisu’s lips have curved upwards slightly into the faintest smile. 

you shuffle across the sheets, closing the gap between your bodies. leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips. “good morning,” you whisper.

arisu squeezes his eyes shut. he groans quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist, finally opening his eyes. he squints, doing his best to make out your figure before him despite his tiredness. “can i have a real kiss?” 

you hum, pulling away slightly. arisu reacts almost immediately, tightening his grip around your waist ever so slightly. “i don’t know, ryohei,” you say teasingly. you cup his face between your hands, holding his jaw between your fingertips. arisu’s gaze flickers down to your lips momentarily before returning to your eyes. “you haven’t even said good morning yet.” 

arisu pauses, then smiles. he chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you into a tight hug. this time it’s him who reaches up to cup your cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against your own. “good morning,” he murmurs. he barely waiting a second before he’s pulling you close, finally pressing his lips against your own. 

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[marsrblg]

color me yours ( na jaemin )

▍ jaemin made your tattooed arm his canvas.

content : 1200 words, male reader, added member!reader, fluff fluff and fluff again, reader is tattooed, not so bestfriend!jaemin, requested here <3

all you could hear was the faint hum of music coming from the speaker on your desk.

you were sprawled on your bed, one arm propped behind your head, while jaemin sat comfortably between your legs, leaning back against your chest.

his phone was perched in one hand, the screen casting soft light over his face as you both read the comments flooding in from your instagram live.

this wasn’t planned — jaemin had suggested it after dinner, claiming the fans hadn’t seen you in a while. you’d agreed without much resistance, too used to going along with whatever jaemin wanted.

now here you were, your arm resting loosely around his waist, your thumb brushing idle circles against the hem of his hoodie. it wasn’t intentional, not really, just something you did when he was close to you, a quiet reassurance that he was right there.

“hyung, someone asked who takes longer to get ready in the morning,” jaemin said, his tone light as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“do we even need to answer that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

jaemin tilted his head, his expression amused. “why? you think it’s me?”

“i know it’s you,” you replied, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

the fans was eating everything up, of course. the chat was a constant stream of comments. jaemin scrolled through the messages, laughing softly at their reactions.

“they’re so dramatic,” he muttered, though the small smile on his face betrayed how much he secretly enjoyed the attention.

“let them be,” you said, your voice low.

you glanced at the screen briefly, catching a comment about how comfortable you looked together. it made your smirk soften into something quieter.

the two of you spent the next few minutes answering random questions, your responses blending into easy banter. jaemin had a way of making even banal topics entertaining, his voice light and expressive as he read off comments and shared his thoughts.

you mostly listened, occasionally chiming in with a teasing remark or a deep laugh that made jaemin glance back at you with that little smile of his.

at some point, an idea struck you.

“yah.”

jaemin turned his head slightly, curious. “what?”

“there’s this trend i saw earlier,” you began, your tone casual as you reached for your phone. “people are coloring their tattoos with markers. i thought it might be fun if you did mine.”

jaemin blinked at you, then tilted his head, his lips curling into a small smile.

“you want me to do it?”

you shrugged, keeping your expression neutral.

“why not? you’re always messing with them anyway.”

he rolled his eyes, but the way his smile grew gave him away.

“fine,” he said, scooting off your lap to grab a pack of markers from his desk.

he returned quickly, sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of you.

“this is gonna be amazing,” he said, already uncapping a bright blue marker.

you extended your arm toward him, resting it on his knee as he leaned in to inspect the ink. he hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly over the designs.

“your tattoos are really nice,” he said quietly, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

you didn’t respond right away, watching him as he traced one of the lines with his finger.

there was something about the way he looked at your arm — focused, thoughtful — that made your chest feel oddly warm.

“thanks,” you said finally, your voice softer than usual.

jaemin didn’t look up, already immersed in his task.

he started with the blue marker, carefully filling in the edges of one design. his brow furrowed slightly as he worked, and you caught yourself watching him, not the tattoos, but him.

his lashes were long, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks under the dim light. his lips were pursed slightly, the faintest hint of concentration softening his expression.

you wanted to say something, maybe tease him about how serious he looked, but the words caught in your throat. instead, you just sat there, letting yourself admire the moment.

“you’re staring,” jaemin said after a while, his tone light but knowing.

your ears warmed, but you kept your expression neutral.

“just making sure you don’t mess it up,” you said smoothly.

jaemin snorted, shaking his head. “please, i’m an artist. have some faith.”

you chuckled softly, leaning back against the headboard.

the chat was going wild again, but you barely registered it. your focus was entirely on him — on the way his fingers moved over your skin, on the way he tilted his head slightly when he was pleased with his work.

he switched to an orange marker, his fingers trailing over the design for a moment before adding color.

“i think this one’s my favorite,” he said, his voice quieter now. “the way it curves here…”

he traced the shape lightly with his fingertip before continuing.

“you sound like an art critic,” you said, though your voice lacked its usual teasing edge.

jaemin smiled faintly, not looking up. “maybe i missed my calling.”

the moment stretched out, easy and comfortable.

your hand found its way back to his knee, a subtle anchor as you watched him.

you noticed the little things — the way his hair fell messily across his forehead, the way his lips twitched into a tiny smile when he was satisfied with a section, the way he hummed under his breath without realizing it.

“done,” he announced eventually, sitting back to admire his work.

your arm was a colorful mosaic of patterns and shapes, his touch adding a playful energy to the designs.

you glanced down, then back up at him.

“not bad,” you said, keeping your tone light.

“not bad?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

you smirked, pulling him back toward you so he was leaning against your chest again.

“okay, it’s really great. you happy now?”

jaemin laughed softly, settling into your arms without hesitation.

“yeah,” he said, his tone smug but warm.

your hand rested on his waist again, your thumb brushing against the soft fabric of his hoodie as the two of you glanced at the screen.

the fans were losing it, of course, but for once, their excitement felt like background noise.

jaemin reached up to swipe a strand of hair out of his face, and you caught yourself staring again. he was glowing, his cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of the room, his eyes bright with quiet pride.

you didn’t say anything, but your grip on his waist tightened just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the moment.

“stop looking at me like that,” jaemin muttered, though his tone held no real annoyance.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to say something embarrassing.”

you let out a soft laugh, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“i’m not saying anything.”

“good,” he murmured, but he didn’t pull away.

the two of you stayed like that for a while longer, the live continuing in the background, but your world felt smaller somehow. quieter.

just the two of you, sharing space in the way only you knew how.

[marsrblg]

花樣年華

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 912

notes: inspired by in the mood for love bc it's my fav movie, i'm not sure how much sense this makes if you haven't seen the movie lol, begging and pleading on my knees pls dm me if you also like bae173, this is barely proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33

the night is filled with the heavy pattering of rain and the flickering glow of streetlights. no matter how quickly you race along the sidewalk, you can’t seem to escape the raindrops falling from above. taking a sharp right, you turn into a nearby alleyway. 

the small awning you find shelter beneath is a familiar one. you had grown accustomed to it - the noise of ceramic dishes clattering against each other from the nearby restaurant; the stray cats that would occasionally pace around the dumpsters searching for food; the kisses you would steal in the night. the cover overhead shielded you from the prying eyes of others. it protected you from the weight of your own feelings. 

you sigh quietly as you begin staring into space. stray droplets splash back up from the asphalt and land on the tips of your shoes. the sound of puddles splashing accompanies PARK SUNGHOON’S heavy footsteps as he runs through the alleyway, only slowing down once he reaches your side. from the corner of your eye, you just barely catch the way he folds his umbrella back inwards before leaning it back against the wall beside you. 

for a moment you just stand there; your bodies are side by side as you listen to the comforting noise of the heavy rainfall. sunghoon folds and unfolds his hands anxiously. he opens his mouth and then closes it. his mind races with possibilities of what to say before he finally settles on, “it’s raining so hard.”

you hum quietly. “mrs. suen thinks it’ll be good for the crops.”

sunghoon takes a step closer. his eyebrows furrow slightly when he leans in. he tentatively rests his hand against your cheek, examining your features in the darkness. “what were you thinking?” he chuckles almost exasperatedly. “it’s cold out. you’ll get sick.” 

“i wasn’t planning on being out this late,” you shrug. “i only came to get some noodles.” 

sunghoon purses his lips. his shoulders falter, but his hand doesn’t fall from its place against your cheekbone. instead, he runs his thumb against your skin. silence hangs heavy in the air. for a moment, you’re not sure if he wants you to pull away. if you should. 

“thank you for meeting me,” he finally says. “i know it was short notice.” 

you nod. “what did you want to talk about?” 

“i think you already know,” he sighs. your stomach twists itself into knots when his hand falls away from your face. despite yourself, you frown softly at the lost warmth. sunghoon pushes a hand through his hair. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily before he takes another deep breath. 

your throat feels uncomfortably dry. you swallow harshly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze once again. “i didn’t think you’d fall in love with me.”

sunghoon chuckles dryly. he looks down at the ground as he kicks a small pebble beneath his foot. “i didn’t either.” 

this time, the silence is unbearable. you wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably. the night is cold. the rain makes it even colder. and now the weight of sunghoon’s words hang heavy in the air. 

“do you ever think about it?” he finally asks. sunghoon turns, finally meeting your gaze once again. for just a second, you swear you can see the glint of tears in his eyes. “being together?”

you purse your lips. amidst the indiscernible chatter coming from the nearby restaurant and the still-heavy rainfall, you murmur, “of course i do.” 

his hands curl into fists at his sides. he steps closer - so close that you can almost feel his breath ghosting against your face. sunghoon moves quickly. his hands cup your cheeks as he leans in until there are only centimeters between you. “i love you,” he whispers. “i love you. i want to be with you.” he pauses. his eyes shut as he takes a breath. “please tell me you want this too.” 

“sunghoon,” you find yourself moving without thinking. your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. your heart beats erratically in your chest. “i love you too.” 

the man in front of you freezes for a moment. and then-

his lips meet yours in a flash. you get lost in the flurry of emotion. your fingertips tangle into the fabric of his jacket while his hands slide to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. sunghoon’s lips feel soft against your own. you gasp when he nips at your bottom lip, making him chuckle in response. it’s hard to focus on anything but him. 

when you finally pull away, you’re breathless. your lungs burn in your chest and you feel a little dizzy. “was that okay?” sunghoon asks. 

“it was perfect.” 

sunghoon steps out from beneath the awning. raindrops slide down the slides of his sleek black umbrella in waves. he pauses, hesitates for a moment, and then turns to face you once again. the warmth of his hand contrasts against the otherwise frigid night. somehow, sunghoon’s body fits perfectly with your own. his fingers slide until your hands are intertwined. you follow his lead, stepping out from beneath the awning and joining him under the safety of his umbrella. 

sunghoon smiles brightly. he tucks you closer to him until you’re both huddled together. “are you ready to go?” 

“yeah,” you say softly. for the first time that night, you can’t hide your smile. you gently squeeze his hand as you nod. “let’s go home.” 

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During the marble game you're paired up with someone else, but you're one of the last people who won/came back and Sangwoo being worried bc the last time he checked you were losing? Maybe it's too simple for a one shot :p but I love your writing!! Keep up the good work ❤️❤️ and ofc you don't have to write or answer this

i'm sorry if this sucks LOL i'm way better at headcanons than i am at actual writing but i'm trying. also the depressing mentions of ali i'm sorry 😭 i'll write something where he's saved or something someday. in this you and sangwoo are close friends and knew each other prior to joining the game. this ended up romantic i hope that's what you wanted LOL. also the reader has hair long enough to fall into their face

this is really short but this is basically just a test on how well i can actually write him in a oneshot

tw: minor character death, blood, some angst but fluff ending

gn!reader

running out of time to tell you — cho sangwoo

sang-woo tried not to think about it.

the situation with ali was ripping his heart apart, but even more so, he was worried about you.

after he won and ali was killed, he was taken back to the main room by some of the guards. he sat on a bed by himself and he always felt horrible whenever that door opened and you weren't walking through it.

the last he saw you, you were losing against your partner. he was sure that they would beat you but he managed to hold onto the small amount of hope that he had left after seeing so many people die. he acted stone cold but truthfully, all of the death had started taking a toll on him. he knew he was doing this for the money to pay off his debt, but he only wished it were less bloody.

he never had the chance to tell you about his feelings for you either, and he probably never would as his partner was beating you horribly when he saw you. you gave him a sad look, shoulders hanging low as you played with them. they were older than you, about their mid 40s, some bits and pieces of their black hair greying. you looked so upset when they were beating you that it made his heart ache.

all he wanted was for you to come back alive so he could tell you how he felt. with the situation the two of you were stuck in, no one knows how long they'll live. this applied to him, and to you. he hadn't felt that worried in his entire life.

though, when you came through the door, he felt so much relief. he didn't even want to question how you beat your partner, but you were the last person to enter the room. it took almost the entire time, but you were alive. he felt a huge weight lift off of his chest and he let a smile form on his lips as you greeted him.

"you won." he said, not able to find any more words than that. you only nodded, a somber look on your face with furrowed brows. you felt guilty about the death of your partner. "what happened?"

"they let me win." you could only hope that the ever observant sangwoo didn't notice the tears forming in your eyes. he did, but he decided not to mention it. you sat down next to him and moved as close to him as you could, your head resting on his shoulder as you shut your eyes to desperately try to rid the tears that were now running down your cheeks.

he tensed at your touch, but he pulled himself out of it and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to bring you as close as you could be to him.

he, like you, felt guilty. you both felt— in some sense— survivors guilt. he understood the hurt that was tugging at your heart strings and he hastily pressed a kiss to the top of your head. he didn't say anything else until you did, not wanting to force you into talking if you didn't want to.

"i'm sorry." you apologized after a minute, suddenly sitting up and wiping your face with the sleeve of the green tracksuit you wore. the number '324' was embroidered on it. "for what?" sangwoo asked you, turning his body to face you.

"crying like this."

"you shouldn't apologize for that." he pursed his lips, taking in a deep breath. he tried to keep the thoughts of ali's last words out of his head, but they kept flooding back. "your partner did what they wanted to do. you couldn't control that, y/n."

"i guess you're right." you nodded, looking up at him. you tried giving him a small smile.

"i'm glad you're alive." he told you, and you laughed. "i'm surprised i am. but.. i'm glad i am."

silence took over the room, but you were looking at sangwoo with so much love in your eyes. it was evident that he actually, cared about you, but you thought you cared even more about him.

"i'm happy we didn't team up like we were going to." you said after a beat. "me too." was the only thing he said back to that, but you didn't think anything else needed to be said anyways. you only shut your eyes and leaned against him again.

relief filled your heart that he was still there with you, and that you could hear the slow, steady breaths he took.

sangwoo liked to pretend he didn't have a heart, but he did. his care for you was so evident that even gihun pointed it out most days. the three of you have known each other for a few years, and sangwoo had cared for you ever since the day he met.

he was analytical and intelligent but he still had emotions and feelings, and it was obvious whenever he was around you. he didn't care though. you were alive and that was what he was grateful for.

as you nuzzled closer to him, his heart sped up and a smile managed to spread across his lips even despite everything he'd witnesses in the past few days. you always put a smile on his face even in the most heartbreaking moments.

"i'm so glad you're alive." you muttered under your breath as you looked up at him. your gaze was so gentle and loving, he couldn't look away. he always felt cared for whenever he was around you, it was the most love he'd received in a long time. "i was worried about you." sangwoo replied. you continued to look at him, and his eyes stayed glued onto yours. "i thought your partner was going to beat you and i was going to lose you before i could tell you i love you."

you froze at his words. "you love me?" you asked, feeling all of the air get knocked out of your lungs as you pulled away from him to look at him face on. he nodded. "i-.. love you, too." you told him, laughing quietly before you wrapped your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"i was running out of time to tell you. i knew.. i had to tell you now or i never would." he looked at you and tucked a short strand of hair behind your ear that fell into your face. you gave him almost a pitying look, but quickly changed the subject.

"we both have to live, okay?"

"okay."

he never usually kept promises he knew he couldn't keep, but he made an exception as he saw the blissful look on your face as he held you close.

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TEXTS WITH BOYFRIEND LEEHAN

genre. fluff. fake texts. warnings. a lot of aquatic stuff for leehan!! <3 most of these are fish related im ngl... also 1 pic of lobster some ppl might find a lil creepy depending on how you deal w creatures under the sea. gummies bcuz leehan loves gummies!! and like 1 swear word. pairing. leehan x fem!reader. wc. n/a request. requested by @blossominghunnie and @blue-jisungs <3 a/n. i tried to make these as leehan accurate as possible but the quirky guy is hard to make texts for skdjks

sungho ver | riwoo ver | jaehyun ver

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ARE YOU ALRIGHT? (보이넥스트도어)

synopsis: when you randomly ask for a hug. warnings 🚨 fluff, skinship, kissing, and a lot of relationship stuff. not proofread 👍🏻

Nova notes: HIHI saur.... first bonedo post.. what do we think? 😗

Sungho (성호)

"Are you alright?" Was the first thing he said, getting up from the couch to give you the hug nonetheless, as soon as the words came out of your mouth. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso and relishing in his warmth and heart-fluttering scent that you recognise oh so well. He tightened his arms around your face, sensing you melting in his arms, melting his heart in the process. "I love you." He whispered so softly you almost didn't catch it. You smiled fondly as you looked up at him, "I love you too."

Riwoo (리우)

"Ofcourse." He said, rushing over to you with a gentle smile on his face. He pulled you in his arms and rested his head above yours. As your eyes were close, melting in his soft touch, you heard him whisper, "Are you alright?". The concern was evident in his voice. Looking up at him with bright eyes, you nodded. "That's good." He chuckled as he patted your head and pushing it against his chest again, missing your warmth.

Jaehyun (재현)

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes. "Ofcourse, my love." He said while rushing over to you with the biggest grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled tightly against his chest. Used to his clingy self, you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck making him let out a happy noise as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, though? You never just randomly ask for a hug." He whispered gently against your neck, tickling you a little. "I'm alright. I just missed you." As soon as you said that, he pulled away from your neck and pressed his soft lips against yours into a soft, gentle kiss.

Taesan (태산)

Taesan looked up from his computer and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you alright?" He asked immediately and got up to pull you into a gentle hug. "I'm okay. I just missed you." These few words were enough to make him fall even more inlove with you. "Just incase, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here for you, okay?" He asked, pulling slightly away from the hug to look into the eyes he adored so much. You nodded with a small smile on your face. He smiled back as he pulled you against his chest again, enjoying the feeling of love.

Leehan (리한)

"I don't see why not." He said as he wrapped his arms around you, not to tightly to give you room for breathing. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and listened to his steady heartbeat, washing you over with a sense of safety. "Next time, don't ask. My arms are always, and only available for you and you only, you know that?" He said softly against your ears making a big smile appear on your face. You nodded as you pressed yourself against him more making him tighten his arms around you, no space for breathing this time.

Woonhak (운학)

He rolled his eyes jokingly as he made his way over to you with a lovesick smile. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulders. "What's the occasion?" He said, with his voice low and gentle. "No reason, just didn't see you enough today." You said with a stupid smile as he sighed, feeling an immense amount of love filling his heart. "That's flattering, babe." He chuckled as he pecked the shell of your ear. "I'm always here for you, you know that?" He said with a tender tone. You nodded as you tightened your arms around him making his heart burst with love.

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꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚ 𝓑𝗈𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗒.

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ ot6 boynextdoor x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕ reader is implied to have a “small” body in riwoos

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff, crack(ish)

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕ 428

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ the title is kinda ugly.. but enjoy!

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ boynextdoor and how they’d react when they see you in their jersey whilst they’re in a basketball match.

박성호 〰 SUNGHO

sungho was preparing to shoot his shot, his eyes scanning the crowd to find you. his gaze lands on you as a smile tugged on his lips and— WOAH???? he holds back the urge to just start giggling like a little girl as he sees you in his jersey, cheering for him like the cutie you are. “sungho you can do it!” you exclaim as you squirm in your seat. it was time for him to shoot and.. SHIT! he accidentally threw the basketball in your direction..

이상혁 〰 RIWOO

his eyes would LIGHT UP with the sight of you in his jersey. seeing your small body get engulfed in his jersey, oh he could melt right then and there. he would be the most precious about it, smiling the whole match. i guess he has new-found motivation! (he would totally try-hard to try and impress you especially when you’re in his jersey)

명재현 〰 JAEHYUN

would be the most giggly out of everyone, getting all distracted aswell. his teammate would scream at him to pass the ball, but all he does is get lost in his little world. staring at you like there’s no tomorrow. he can never get enough of the sight. you in his jersey, he would probably insist on you wearing his jersey for all of his future matches

한동민 〰 TAESAN

will try to be nonchalant about it but fails miserably it’s so funny. he would try to keep a straight face, but the small smile tugging on his lips say otherwise. he’s practically fighting the smile off, but at this point it’s physically impossible. he would be shooting the basketball to the hoop, a visible grin on his face because he just gave up to hide it.

김동현 〰 LEEHAN

lowkey would be cocky and flirty about it oh my GOSH HAVE MERCY. he would steal glances, wink at you, smirk at you… this man is RIZZING you up. but inside, his heart is thumping in his chest. he feels like he’s gonna die if he looks at you for too long, though he has to keep up his flirty behaviour!

김운학 〰 WOONHAK

woonhak.exe has stopped working. does not know how to respond. he tries to not look at you, knowing that if he did, he’d instantly fold and drop the basketball. his goal was to just look everywhere but your way— and he failed. he did the complete opposite, he genuinely couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he stares at you till’ his coach scolds him to pay attention to the game. the embarrassment makes his cheeks redder even though they’re already bright red.

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DARLING YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION | BND

WHAT ! - bnd with a soft spot for you

WHEN ! - (warning) established relationship, cursing, mentions of kissing, petnamed

WHO ! - (a/n) sighhh i need new ideas