sillyuin

[sillyuin]

choi seungcheol... excUSE ME? 🥹

[sillyuin]

︵⠀PATERNIDADE ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── even you feel overwhelmed by having to deal with motherhood, your husband will always be by your side and help you to deal with it.

pairing: seokmin x f!reader wc: 1.4k words warnings: none

ᯓ★ “care for you, you care for me”

The noise had finally quieted down, the house now filled with the hum from the fridge and the background noise coming from the TV.

With your fingers still rubbing the small figure gently, you let out a deep sigh in relief and finally let the exhaustion take over your body, your eyelids shutting down slowly as you smiled a little bit at the thought of finally having a moment of rest.

But it was too good to be true, and once you heard a thud followed by a loud cry not too long after you had decided to take a nap, you knew your plans of taking a break from your nonstop responsibility failed.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Seokmin’s face had an apologetic expression on it and his voice was calm and soft, a huge contrast from the loud and desperate cry coming from the little one in your arms. “My hands are slippery because of the hand lotion and that made my phone and keys fall. This freaking eczema… I’m so so sorry.”

Seokmin kissed the top of your head and you just nodded as you kept rocking the baby, trying to make it calm down and get back to sleep.

“Was he asleep?” Seokmin planted a kiss on the baby’s forehead and sat beside you on the couch.

“Mhm,” you took a deep breath and tried to smile, but you were too tired for that. “He’s been crying like this for hours and nothing seems to make him stop, and when he finally calmed down you came home and dropped your damn–“ you stopped. You didn’t even need to look at Seokmin to know that he had a guilty and devastated look on his face, and you hated that. Your intention was never to blame him for the baby starting to cry again, but you were overwhelmed as hell. “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. Accidents happen… I’m just so tired, I just want to get some rest, to finally fall asleep and not worry about waking up in the middle of the night or something like that.”

“Love…” Seokmin’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“I’m fine,” you lied, more to yourself than to your husband. “Okay, I’m not fine. I just want him to stop crying and to fucking sleep!”

Seokmin’s eyes widened when he heard you cursing – something you two agreed to not do in front of the baby, changing ‘fucking’ for ‘freaking’ or similar words – and saw you breaking down, crying along with the restless baby boy in your arms. His expression softened, realizing that you were so overwhelmed and tired to the point of breaking the agreement you brought up yourself. The sight of you like that made him feel like a shitty husband, but also gave him motivation to be your rock.

“I got you..” He kissed your cheek before taking the baby in his arms.

Seokmin held the baby with its small head on his right shoulder and started to sing the song he always sang to the baby when it was still in your womb. His voice was soft and calm, but powerful and filled the whole living room, bringing a feeling of comfort and a sense of home. His singing somehow became the baby’s white noise, never failing to make it calm down and get quiet, most of the time even falling asleep.

With a hand on your son’s back and another on the side of your head, he brought your head to his left shoulder and caressed your head while still singing and paying attention to how the baby’s crying started to subside, but not your crying.

Once the baby had fallen asleep in Seokmin’s arm, he finally turned his full attention towards you. His thumb wiped away your tears and rubbed your cheekbone.

“I haven’t been the best husband and father, have I? I’m sorry, my love, you don’t deserve this. I hate to see you like this”

“Don’t say that, you are the best husband and father someone could ask for. Don’t you ever think about yourself like that,” you sniffed and looked up at him. “I’m so lucky to have you, Seokmin. I really don’t know what I would do without you. Today was just a bad day, that’s all.” Even though your voice was shaky and it sounded like you weren’t 100% serious, you meant every single word.

Ever since you met Seokmin, he never failed you, not even once. He was the funniest and thoughtful friend, the most caring and loving boyfriend, the most romantic fiancé and the most perfect husband you could’ve possibly asked for. He had always promised you unconditional love and a lot of other things, and he had always tried his best to fulfill them. No exceptions.

When you found out that you were pregnant, it was the happiest day for both of you. Didn’t matter how the pregnancy would take a toll on you, Seokmin was beside you the entire time. He didn’t wait for your belly to start to get in the way of your routine, he was already doing things for you since day one – if not even before you knew you were pregnant. He traveled to another city just to buy you the right kind of dragon fruit you were craving for; went to a 24 hour supermarket in the middle of the night to buy ingredients to cook you a chinese dish you were craving because all the chinese restaurants were closed; read every book he could possibly read about pregnancy and parenthood.

Not to talk about when you gave birth. He was there all the time, letting you smash his hand, encouraging you to keep pushing, kissing the top of your head, removing the strands of hair from your wet forehead and being very attentive to the doctor’s actions, ready to intervene if she did something she shouldn’t be doing to you or to the baby. And when you were finally home, he didn’t let you get out of the bed for any reason but going to the bathroom (and he went with you every single time, even if you assured him countless times that you were fine and could do that yourself) and didn’t even let you ask for something. If your water bottle was getting empty, he would always fill it up before you having to ask for it; he would always bring you food before you complain about being hungry; he would massage your body way before you start to feel any kind of pain or soreness; he would take care of the baby more than you, just to make sure that you get the proper rest you needed and so deserved.

So you couldn’t let that man think that he wasn’t being the best husband and the best father if his life was all about you and your baby just because he had to get back to his working routine.

“I love how your singing is his white noise. I’m gonna need you to record you singing that song for when you’re away and he starts to cry out of nowhere.”

“I love that too,” Seokmin chuckled. “I guess that singing for him every day and night worked pretty well. I just hope he doesn’t get tired of listening to the same old song every time.”

You chuckled and pecked his neck before letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding back. “I love you…”

“I love you too, my darling. Now rest, okay? You don’t have to worry anymore about anything, I’ll take care of him and you’ll take care of yourself,” he sighed and looked down at you, a smile forming on his lips. “You don’t have to deal with the burden of parenthood’s responsibilities all by yourself, I’m also his parent and I’m right here with you. We’re a team, remember?”

“Right, we’re a team…” You mumbled softly.

“From now on, I want you to promise me that you will call me as soon as you start to feel overwhelmed, can you do that for me? And don’t even try to refute me by saying that you can’t do that because of my job, ‘cause I will leave earlier and deal with my boss later. You,” he booped your nose. “And this little one are my priority and nothing else comes first.”

“I promise. If I ever feel like this again I’ll call you right away.”

“Good.” He kissed your forehead.

In that moment, you let the exhaustion win over your mind and body once again, but this time knowing that you won’t have to worry about waking up before you feel totally rested because you have Seokmin. You always had him and always will.

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[sillyuin]

god, wonwoo. i'm longing for you. 😭

[sillyuin]

God bless the stylists who put DK in these fits coz 😭🙂‍↔️🫠🥵

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[sillyuin]

Husband!Lee Jihoon Headcanons💍

mix of wholesome and suggestive-but-still-classy moments.

Morning routines are quiet but warm, he's not the type to do big romantic gestures at 7 am, but he will make your coffee exactly the way you like it without asking

Morning voice Jihoon is also dangerously soft — deep, husky, still a little rough from sleep. He’ll grumble about you waking him, but his hand will find your thigh under the covers without even thinking about it

gentle forehead kisses before he leaves for work (you always pretend to be asleep just for those kisses)

pretends he doesn't like matching couple pyjamas, but still wears them because you look too happy when he does, secretly thinks you're both cute though

as much as people would think that he doesn't enjoy showing affection, he saves it for his special person (aka. you)

acts like he doesn't enjoy it sometimes though just to tease you, especially when you bite his shoulder just because you want to, he would let out a small protest but lets you do it anyway

The type to fix things around the house without telling you, then get all shy when you notice but he's lowkey happy that you did

Keeps a drawer in his studio desk with random little things you’ve mentioned liking — snacks, stationery, fluffy blankets, a candle with a scent you once said reminded you of home, so when you stayed with him through long nights in the studio you wouldn't feel uncomfortable

Studio naps — sometimes you come in to check on him and he’s half-asleep in his chair, and instead of going home, he just pulls you into his lap, murmuring “Just stay here for a bit…” (You don’t get much work done after that.)

protective, not in a controlling way, but if he notices that you’re cold, tired, or uncomfortable, he will quietly solve it without making a scene

but if someone does anything slightly disrespectful he would confront them, his voice would be calm, but the steel in it was unmistakable as he stepped closer. “You don’t talk to my wife like that. Ever.”

Jihoon’s quiet possessiveness comes out in subtle ways — a hand resting low on your back at gatherings, leaning in close to speak in your ear so only you can hear him, or brushing his lips against your shoulder when no one’s watching

Likes to whisper your name in that low, deliberate tone when he’s trying to get your attention — whether you’re across the room at a party or two feet away in bed

but sometimes he does act cute when he's feeling extra clingy and you love hearing his little giggles and funny stories or just how his day was and vice versa

Rarely posts on social media, but when he does, there’s always some little detail that’s obviously about you (a mug you own, the corner of your sweater in frame, your favourite flowers in the background)

He says “I love you” more through actions than words — filling up your car’s gas tank, fixing your favourite pen, leaving his jacket draped over your chair

but when he tells you he loves you, his voice would always be steady, eyes locked on yours like he’d been holding the words in for years, “I love you. You’re my wife, and I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”

Cooking together is one of his favourite couple things. He’s not flashy in the kitchen, but he makes perfect, comforting meals and lets you taste-test everything

Back hugs are also a must when you're cooking. At first it’s just affectionate, but then his head dips to your neck, his lips linger… and you’re definitely not finishing that recipe on time

lowkey loves risky situations, like having you sit on the edge of his desk legs brushing his knees, when he pulled you in closer, voice low enough that it rumbled against your skin. “You know someone could walk in any second, right?”

His lips would find your jaw, slow and deliberate, “Guess that just means you’ll have to be quiet.”

Or during an afterparty, just around the corner from the crowded hall. The music and voices were so close you could feel the bass in your chest. Jihoon had you pinned lightly to the wall with a smirk on his face, "If someone turns the corner right now…” His mouth trailed down to your neck, kissing slowly, deliberately. “They’ll know you’re mine.”

back to soft jihoon

Sometimes, when you’re working late at your desk, he’ll quietly appear with a blanket and your favourite snack, setting them down without saying a word — just a soft pat to your head before walking away

He has an unfair talent for distracting you when you’re trying to focus — a casual brush of his fingers along your neck, a kiss to your temple that lingers just long enough to make you lose your train of thought

Jihoon secretly loves when you fall asleep against him during movie nights. He’ll pretend to keep watching, but really, he’s memorising the way you breathe against his chest

Even if he comes home late, he’ll always peek into the bedroom to kiss you goodnight, whispering, “Go back to sleep, love,” before slipping in beside you

When he’s in an especially good mood, he’ll pull you into a slow sway in the kitchen with no music playing — just the sound of his low hum against your ear

He has a habit of holding your hand under the table in public, thumb brushing lazily against your knuckles, like a secret that’s just for the two of you.

And as much as he likes to keep it lowkey, if you kiss him on the lips first or just anywhere on his body, he would melt

At the end of the day, no matter how busy, tired, or distracted he is, Jihoon always finds his way back to you — pulling you close, pressing a kiss to your hair, and murmuring like it’s the simplest truth in the world:

“You’re my favourite part of every day.”

[sillyuin]

Wake up bby gurl, it's 8th august

Birthday boy

Genre: Domestic fluff.

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Warnings: drunk Cheol, shirtless Cheol may count as a warning?.

- Yuin’s note: A short sweet drabble I did for Scoups birthday (I'ts still 8th of august in hometown so I'm not late). Anyways, happiest birthday to our amazing leader. I love you Cheoli (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

"You know, I don't mind if you wanna hang out with your friends, I really like them," you took a breath, "but I don’t like this!"

Seungcheol said nothing but his muffled laugh wasn’t helping, you were losing the little patience you had at that moment.

"Hey! Don't move."

But the more you struggled to towel dry his hair, the more complicated it became. His friends had planned a dinner for his birthday and it was supposed to be just a chill met…

It was past two in the morning and you had to jump out of bed when you received a curious call from Seungkwan asking you to open the door, and you greeted a smiling Cheol that could barely stand his feet.

Helping him shower had already been a nightmare and didn’t help that much, lucky you that at least he could put on his pajamas by himself (putting on simple pants wasn’t difficult after all). However, his hair was still soaked.

"Just stay still," you told him, gently rubbing the towel to dry his hair, "or we'll be here all night."

"I told you, I can sleep like this!” He complained, though he didn't get up from his seat. “You’re overreacting."

"You could get sick and we don't want that, not today," maybe that would help him come to his senses, “And, I'm almost done."

He didn't respond but you could hear a faint babble that sounded like a complaint; you decided to ignore it. A few minutes later the task was done.

"Good," you sighed with relief as you got out of bed, "Let’s brush it a little."

You went to the dresser for the brush and stood right in front of him, and before you could do anything, Cheol fell toward you, taking you by surprise when he rested his cheek against your belly.

"Let's go to sleep now," he murmured between laughs.

You clenched your fists, frustrated. "Just let me finish."

"I can do it tomorrow," he replied as he wrapped his arms around your torso with a strength you didn't expect.

"Seungcheol, please just..."

"Your belly is so comfortable," he said in a soft tone, "I think... I could fall asleep here."

"And you can," you said through gritted teeth, "just let me..."

"You have the cutest belly," you felt his arms tighten a little, "it's... the cutest..."

It was inevitable to smile like a fool at his sweet words, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Being a sweetie won't make me forget that you even drank from the sink."

Cheol shrugged, laughing awkwardly. "Still, I love you and your cute belly."

You sighed, and you kissed the top of his head. "Okay birthday boy, you win. Let's go to sleep," and to celebrate his victory, Seungcheol left a small kiss just below your chest, "Night, babe. There’s a lot to do tomorrow."

[sillyuin]

Seatmates

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Pairing: (college crush) Wonwoo x female reader.

Warnings: (not so) subtle mention of leave this astral plane, crying, basically Wonwoo being your serotonin boost.

- Yuin’s note: This is a fragment of another story that may never see the light of day and I don't think it's suitable for everyone (It was born when I was fully depressed, I leave the rest to your imagination)

The golden hour had just passed and in its place, heavy shadows began to rise, slowly creeping like dark monsters. If you didn’t hurry, you might run into one or two problems on your way home. But that was just what you didn’t want to do — go home.

The soccer field was empty as everyone had already left, you were the only one left sitting on a bench, your hands resting in your lap as if they weighed a ton, and you sighed, thinking how pitiful they looked. When was the last time you paid attention to them?

At that moment, you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and when you looked up, you found yourself facing a pair of glasses and a faint smile.

“So here you were,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all over campus.”

You blinked several times, a little oblivious to his kind words. “You… were looking for me?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Of course, we’re seatmates on the bus!”

Something clicked in the deepest part of your mind. Was he waiting for you? Did he really want to go with you so much that he came to find you? Or was he just so used to your presence?

“The last bus will arrive soon,” Wonwoo continued, “let’s go.”

You didn’t answer right away. You thought about it for a moment, your gaze raising just enough, and with a pleading tone, a question barely escaped from your lips: “Wonwoo, could you stay with me for a moment?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat down next to you, not adding a single word. Both of you remained silent for a moment, and then you spoke.

“Do you remember…” you hesitated a little, “do you remember that day, when we took the bus together for the first time? You told me that… if I wanted to cry, you’d lend me your shoulder…”

“Yes, I remember,” he replied firmly.

Wonwoo realized the weight of his words when your head gently leaned against his shoulder. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep himself steady, even though his chest was burning and his mind was a mess. 

You seemed so fragile at that moment and Wonwoo told himself that he should be strong… Just for you.

“Wonu,” you murmured, and he answered very softly to his name, “have you ever dreamed of disappearing?”

The question fell on him like a bucket of cold water. “…Disappearing?” he repeated.

“Yesterday I had a dream. I was a bird living in a big tree that was dying, so I had to fly away. After waking up, I started crying…” and after a moment of hesitant silence, you added, “because I wanted to disappear too.”

The last ray of sun in the distance was fading, and Wonwoo did nothing but watch it in deep silence. Then, his attention was stolen by a faint sob, which soon turned into a broken cry…

Wonwoo felt a sharp pain on his chest as he sat motionless, all he could do was rest his head against yours, as a weak phrase escaped his lips.

“I’m here,” he placed his hand over yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soon the inconsolable crying gave away, little by little, to a deep silence, interrupted only by the soft song of some insect.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the summer sky, starry and clear, it was such a beautiful piece of art. You lowered your gaze and you found Wonwoo’s hand holding yours. How come you didn’t notice before? It was cold, but also very comfortable, as if it had been made to fit each other.

You smiled to yourself.

You lifted your face slightly and met Wonwoo’s gaze, who was looking at you with concern, maybe a little curious. It was the first time something like this had happened. Under the dim lights of the field's lanterns, you could see every part of his face, his deep eyes, his flushing cheekbones, and his lips… So close to yours.

The very thought made your whole body weak; closing the distance and sealing them with a small kiss seemed so easy. But then, you had a moment of clarity and something in your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you pushed him by the shoulder as you turned your face away, keeping distance with your arm fully stretched, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo remained still. “…Like this?”

“Don’t look at me, I said!”

It had been a long time since you’d felt such embarrassment, and the fact that it was with him didn’t help. Things couldn’t get any worse. Suddenly, disappearing wasn’t just a vague dream but more like a dire necessity. Or so you thought.

You turned a little to look at Wonwoo, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, there was only a shy laugh.

“…What?” you protested in turn, “What’s so funny!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wonwoo tried to stay calm but he was too anxious to do so, “I was really worried about you, that’s all.”

You lowered your gaze a little, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I-I shouldn’t have made you go through… this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Wonwoo placed his hand on your shoulder, that gave you a bit of strength and you lifted your face to look at him. “I said that you can count on me, remember?”

The corner of your lips curved up a little in a weak smile.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” he continued, his voice confident, “though it’s a shame not to see your pretty smile…”

“You’re right…” The words stopped suddenly, your eyebrows curved slightly towards the center. “Wait, what did you say?”

Wonwoo couldn’t (or didn’t want to) process what he just said. He opened his mouth but, afraid of making things worse, closed it right away. Your curious gaze made all his confidence vanish, and he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, turning his face away, “And don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo turned back slowly, your face expressionless and oblivious to what was happening. You brought your hands to cover your mouth but a soft laugh still made its way through, and far from being upset, he felt relieved.

Wonwoo wished to turn back time and stop himself from saying such compromising words, but if that made you smile again, maybe it was okay. After all, nothing can compare to the smile of the prettiest girl in class.

It didn't take long for silence to return, comfortable and peaceful. No one dared say anything, as if time had stopped for a few minutes, just for the two of you. Finally, Wonwoo sighed, and his smiling face turned serious again.

“Y/n… I don’t know if it matters, but if you leave…” he subtly looked away, feeling a little intimidated, “If you leave, I’d miss you…”

“What does that…?”

“We’re classmates!” he interrupted, “We share the same desk, and… I like having you as my partner.”

Hearing those words felt comforting; in fact, it was the only thing you wanted to hear. They meant the world coming from the nice guy who sat next to you every day, sharing laughs and homework, making days less suffocating, even if it’s just a little.

Wonwoo turned as you remained silent, looking at the floor. Your face was still a little swollen from crying, but a small smile was drawn on your lips.

Wonwoo said nothing, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up. “We missed the last bus,” he looked at his wristwatch, “we can catch a taxi downtown.”

“If there’s no other option,” you shrugged, “though it’s much more expensive.”

“Leave it to me,” Wonwoo winked at you, a quick jolt went through your heart, “although…”

“Although…?”

Wonwoo hesitated a little and after a long breath, he asked, “Do you want me to invite you to dinner?... I mean, it's late, you must be hungry… and… Do you want to go?”

[sillyuin]

Seatmates

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Pairing: (college crush) Wonwoo x female reader.

Warnings: (not so) subtle mention of leave this astral plane, crying, basically Wonwoo being your serotonin boost.

- Yuin’s note: This is a fragment of another story that may never see the light of day and I don't think it's suitable for everyone (It was born when I was fully depressed, I leave the rest to your imagination)

The golden hour had just passed and in its place, heavy shadows began to rise, slowly creeping like dark monsters. If you didn’t hurry, you might run into one or two problems on your way home. But that was just what you didn’t want to do — go home.

The soccer field was empty as everyone had already left, you were the only one left sitting on a bench, your hands resting in your lap as if they weighed a ton, and you sighed, thinking how pitiful they looked. When was the last time you paid attention to them?

At that moment, you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and when you looked up, you found yourself facing a pair of glasses and a faint smile.

“So here you were,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all over campus.”

You blinked several times, a little oblivious to his kind words. “You… were looking for me?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Of course, we’re seatmates on the bus!”

Something clicked in the deepest part of your mind. Was he waiting for you? Did he really want to go with you so much that he came to find you? Or was he just so used to your presence?

“The last bus will arrive soon,” Wonwoo continued, “let’s go.”

You didn’t answer right away. You thought about it for a moment, your gaze raising just enough, and with a pleading tone, a question barely escaped from your lips: “Wonwoo, could you stay with me for a moment?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat down next to you, not adding a single word. Both of you remained silent for a moment, and then you spoke.

“Do you remember…” you hesitated a little, “do you remember that day, when we took the bus together for the first time? You told me that… if I wanted to cry, you’d lend me your shoulder…”

“Yes, I remember,” he replied firmly.

Wonwoo realized the weight of his words when your head gently leaned against his shoulder. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep himself steady, even though his chest was burning and his mind was a mess. 

You seemed so fragile at that moment and Wonwoo told himself that he should be strong… Just for you.

“Wonu,” you murmured, and he answered very softly to his name, “have you ever dreamed of disappearing?”

The question fell on him like a bucket of cold water. “…Disappearing?” he repeated.

“Yesterday I had a dream. I was a bird living in a big tree that was dying, so I had to fly away. After waking up, I started crying…” and after a moment of hesitant silence, you added, “because I wanted to disappear too.”

The last ray of sun in the distance was fading, and Wonwoo did nothing but watch it in deep silence. Then, his attention was stolen by a faint sob, which soon turned into a broken cry…

Wonwoo felt a sharp pain on his chest as he sat motionless, all he could do was rest his head against yours, as a weak phrase escaped his lips.

“I’m here,” he placed his hand over yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soon the inconsolable crying gave away, little by little, to a deep silence, interrupted only by the soft song of some insect.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the summer sky, starry and clear, it was such a beautiful piece of art. You lowered your gaze and you found Wonwoo’s hand holding yours. How come you didn’t notice before? It was cold, but also very comfortable, as if it had been made to fit each other.

You smiled to yourself.

You lifted your face slightly and met Wonwoo’s gaze, who was looking at you with concern, maybe a little curious. It was the first time something like this had happened. Under the dim lights of the field's lanterns, you could see every part of his face, his deep eyes, his flushing cheekbones, and his lips… So close to yours.

The very thought made your whole body weak; closing the distance and sealing them with a small kiss seemed so easy. But then, you had a moment of clarity and something in your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you pushed him by the shoulder as you turned your face away, keeping distance with your arm fully stretched, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo remained still. “…Like this?”

“Don’t look at me, I said!”

It had been a long time since you’d felt such embarrassment, and the fact that it was with him didn’t help. Things couldn’t get any worse. Suddenly, disappearing wasn’t just a vague dream but more like a dire necessity. Or so you thought.

You turned a little to look at Wonwoo, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, there was only a shy laugh.

“…What?” you protested in turn, “What’s so funny!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wonwoo tried to stay calm but he was too anxious to do so, “I was really worried about you, that’s all.”

You lowered your gaze a little, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I-I shouldn’t have made you go through… this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Wonwoo placed his hand on your shoulder, that gave you a bit of strength and you lifted your face to look at him. “I said that you can count on me, remember?”

The corner of your lips curved up a little in a weak smile.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” he continued, his voice confident, “though it’s a shame not to see your pretty smile…”

“You’re right…” The words stopped suddenly, your eyebrows curved slightly towards the center. “Wait, what did you say?”

Wonwoo couldn’t (or didn’t want to) process what he just said. He opened his mouth but, afraid of making things worse, closed it right away. Your curious gaze made all his confidence vanish, and he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, turning his face away, “And don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo turned back slowly, your face expressionless and oblivious to what was happening. You brought your hands to cover your mouth but a soft laugh still made its way through, and far from being upset, he felt relieved.

Wonwoo wished to turn back time and stop himself from saying such compromising words, but if that made you smile again, maybe it was okay. After all, nothing can compare to the smile of the prettiest girl in class.

It didn't take long for silence to return, comfortable and peaceful. No one dared say anything, as if time had stopped for a few minutes, just for the two of you. Finally, Wonwoo sighed, and his smiling face turned serious again.

“Y/n… I don’t know if it matters, but if you leave…” he subtly looked away, feeling a little intimidated, “If you leave, I’d miss you…”

“What does that…?”

“We’re classmates!” he interrupted, “We share the same desk, and… I like having you as my partner.”

Hearing those words felt comforting; in fact, it was the only thing you wanted to hear. They meant the world coming from the nice guy who sat next to you every day, sharing laughs and homework, making days less suffocating, even if it’s just a little.

Wonwoo turned as you remained silent, looking at the floor. Your face was still a little swollen from crying, but a small smile was drawn on your lips.

Wonwoo said nothing, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up. “We missed the last bus,” he looked at his wristwatch, “we can catch a taxi downtown.”

“If there’s no other option,” you shrugged, “though it’s much more expensive.”

“Leave it to me,” Wonwoo winked at you, a quick jolt went through your heart, “although…”

“Although…?”

Wonwoo hesitated a little and after a long breath, he asked, “Do you want me to invite you to dinner?... I mean, it's late, you must be hungry… and… Do you want to go?”

[sillyuin]

Mingyu as boyfriend

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

Pairing: Mingyu x reader.

Warnings: no proofread.

Yuin's note: An anon requested for bf! Mingyu but I deleted the ask by mistake 🥲 I'm terrible sorry, but here it is! Hope you like it, and thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot to me (╥ ᴗ ╥)♡

Bf! Mingyu, who liked to flirt with you as friends and saying he was just joking, but he was dying inside at your shy reactions, his heart flustered.

Bf! Mingyu, who helps you with simple things and does acts of service just because: He knows you’re capable of opening that jar or doing the dishes, but he still does it so you don’t have to.

Bf! Mingyu, who takes you to different places from time to time, and makes sure that every date is a special moment that both of you can remember with joy, even if it doesn’t turn out as expected. Going out with Mingyu is always such an experience filled with joy and hilarious moments.

Bf! Mingyu, who makes sure that you’re taking good care of yourself. Not only eating properly and doing some exercise, he also keeps an eye on your mental health and if it’s not going well, you can rely on your lovely boyfriend to make you smile with his antics.

Bf! Mingyu, who loves when you borrow his stuff! He never gets tired of seeing you wearing his t-shirts, or smelling his favourite perfumes when you hug him. Mingyu will never say it openly, but he thinks that's kinda hot and makes him so weak on the inside.

Bf! Mingyu, who hugs you whenever he has a chance, even if it’s for a brief moment. Holding you in his arms is like a medicine during his difficult times, a piece of happiness. And even if everything is alright, hugging you is still a serotonin boost.

Bf! Mingyu, who loves you in many ways and is not afraid to prove it, be it tender or teasing, he showers you with love every single day.

[sillyuin]

Joshua as boyfriend

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

Pairing: Joshua x reader.

Warnings: no proofread.

Yuin's note: Requested! I enjoyed writing this so much, hope you like it anon and thank you so much for requesting (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

Bf! Joshua, who has been very naive when around you, probably that’s how he “accidentally” confessed his feelings for you! Or was just playing to be that shy and polite just to make you fall even more for him?

Bf! Joshua, who is naturally flirty and has no shame about it, seeing you so flustered all over him is something he finds adorable and will never get tired of, especially those times when you follow his game.

Bf! Joshua, who loves to bake especially if it is for you, and the best part is that it doesn't have to be a special day: You were the happiest person when you came home after work and found a small box in the dining table, a small note attached to it. “You said you wanted oatmeal cookies, so I made your wish come true. Goodnight, my angel”.

Bf! Joshua, who is the softest when you’re sad. Your pain is also his, Joshua will never leave you alone and will run as fast as he can to lend you his shoulder to cry on, and his silent company to comfort you.

Bf! Joshua, who wants to take outside whenever he has the opportunity, and it doesn’t have to be always an expensive place or something huge, something as simple as going to a public garden is enough if you’re by his side.

Bf! Joshua, who always finds time for you, even if it’s only for a few minutes on lunch break, or a quick video call before going to sleep. His need to see your lovely smile is stronger than his busy schedule.

Bf! Joshua, who is always amazed by who you are, in the happy moments and the not so happy ones, and wants you to know that it is safe to be vulnerable and just be yourself around him.

[sillyuin]

Seatmates

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Pairing: (college crush) Wonwoo x female reader.

Warnings: (not so) subtle mention of leave this astral plane, crying, basically Wonwoo being your serotonin boost.

- Yuin’s note: This is a fragment of another story that may never see the light of day and I don't think it's suitable for everyone (It was born when I was fully depressed, I leave the rest to your imagination)

The golden hour had just passed and in its place, heavy shadows began to rise, slowly creeping like dark monsters. If you didn’t hurry, you might run into one or two problems on your way home. But that was just what you didn’t want to do — go home.

The soccer field was empty as everyone had already left, you were the only one left sitting on a bench, your hands resting in your lap as if they weighed a ton, and you sighed, thinking how pitiful they looked. When was the last time you paid attention to them?

At that moment, you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and when you looked up, you found yourself facing a pair of glasses and a faint smile.

“So here you were,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all over campus.”

You blinked several times, a little oblivious to his kind words. “You… were looking for me?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Of course, we’re seatmates on the bus!”

Something clicked in the deepest part of your mind. Was he waiting for you? Did he really want to go with you so much that he came to find you? Or was he just so used to your presence?

“The last bus will arrive soon,” Wonwoo continued, “let’s go.”

You didn’t answer right away. You thought about it for a moment, your gaze raising just enough, and with a pleading tone, a question barely escaped from your lips: “Wonwoo, could you stay with me for a moment?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat down next to you, not adding a single word. Both of you remained silent for a moment, and then you spoke.

“Do you remember…” you hesitated a little, “do you remember that day, when we took the bus together for the first time? You told me that… if I wanted to cry, you’d lend me your shoulder…”

“Yes, I remember,” he replied firmly.

Wonwoo realized the weight of his words when your head gently leaned against his shoulder. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep himself steady, even though his chest was burning and his mind was a mess. 

You seemed so fragile at that moment and Wonwoo told himself that he should be strong… Just for you.

“Wonu,” you murmured, and he answered very softly to his name, “have you ever dreamed of disappearing?”

The question fell on him like a bucket of cold water. “…Disappearing?” he repeated.

“Yesterday I had a dream. I was a bird living in a big tree that was dying, so I had to fly away. After waking up, I started crying…” and after a moment of hesitant silence, you added, “because I wanted to disappear too.”

The last ray of sun in the distance was fading, and Wonwoo did nothing but watch it in deep silence. Then, his attention was stolen by a faint sob, which soon turned into a broken cry…

Wonwoo felt a sharp pain on his chest as he sat motionless, all he could do was rest his head against yours, as a weak phrase escaped his lips.

“I’m here,” he placed his hand over yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soon the inconsolable crying gave away, little by little, to a deep silence, interrupted only by the soft song of some insect.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the summer sky, starry and clear, it was such a beautiful piece of art. You lowered your gaze and you found Wonwoo’s hand holding yours. How come you didn’t notice before? It was cold, but also very comfortable, as if it had been made to fit each other.

You smiled to yourself.

You lifted your face slightly and met Wonwoo’s gaze, who was looking at you with concern, maybe a little curious. It was the first time something like this had happened. Under the dim lights of the field's lanterns, you could see every part of his face, his deep eyes, his flushing cheekbones, and his lips… So close to yours.

The very thought made your whole body weak; closing the distance and sealing them with a small kiss seemed so easy. But then, you had a moment of clarity and something in your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you pushed him by the shoulder as you turned your face away, keeping distance with your arm fully stretched, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo remained still. “…Like this?”

“Don’t look at me, I said!”

It had been a long time since you’d felt such embarrassment, and the fact that it was with him didn’t help. Things couldn’t get any worse. Suddenly, disappearing wasn’t just a vague dream but more like a dire necessity. Or so you thought.

You turned a little to look at Wonwoo, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, there was only a shy laugh.

“…What?” you protested in turn, “What’s so funny!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wonwoo tried to stay calm but he was too anxious to do so, “I was really worried about you, that’s all.”

You lowered your gaze a little, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I-I shouldn’t have made you go through… this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Wonwoo placed his hand on your shoulder, that gave you a bit of strength and you lifted your face to look at him. “I said that you can count on me, remember?”

The corner of your lips curved up a little in a weak smile.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” he continued, his voice confident, “though it’s a shame not to see your pretty smile…”

“You’re right…” The words stopped suddenly, your eyebrows curved slightly towards the center. “Wait, what did you say?”

Wonwoo couldn’t (or didn’t want to) process what he just said. He opened his mouth but, afraid of making things worse, closed it right away. Your curious gaze made all his confidence vanish, and he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, turning his face away, “And don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo turned back slowly, your face expressionless and oblivious to what was happening. You brought your hands to cover your mouth but a soft laugh still made its way through, and far from being upset, he felt relieved.

Wonwoo wished to turn back time and stop himself from saying such compromising words, but if that made you smile again, maybe it was okay. After all, nothing can compare to the smile of the prettiest girl in class.

It didn't take long for silence to return, comfortable and peaceful. No one dared say anything, as if time had stopped for a few minutes, just for the two of you. Finally, Wonwoo sighed, and his smiling face turned serious again.

“Y/n… I don’t know if it matters, but if you leave…” he subtly looked away, feeling a little intimidated, “If you leave, I’d miss you…”

“What does that…?”

“We’re classmates!” he interrupted, “We share the same desk, and… I like having you as my partner.”

Hearing those words felt comforting; in fact, it was the only thing you wanted to hear. They meant the world coming from the nice guy who sat next to you every day, sharing laughs and homework, making days less suffocating, even if it’s just a little.

Wonwoo turned as you remained silent, looking at the floor. Your face was still a little swollen from crying, but a small smile was drawn on your lips.

Wonwoo said nothing, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up. “We missed the last bus,” he looked at his wristwatch, “we can catch a taxi downtown.”

“If there’s no other option,” you shrugged, “though it’s much more expensive.”

“Leave it to me,” Wonwoo winked at you, a quick jolt went through your heart, “although…”

“Although…?”

Wonwoo hesitated a little and after a long breath, he asked, “Do you want me to invite you to dinner?... I mean, it's late, you must be hungry… and… Do you want to go?”

[sillyuin]

Seatmates

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Pairing: (college crush) Wonwoo x female reader.

Warnings: (not so) subtle mention of leave this astral plane, crying, basically Wonwoo being your serotonin boost.

- Yuin’s note: This is a fragment of another story that may never see the light of day and I don't think it's suitable for everyone (It was born when I was fully depressed, I leave the rest to your imagination)

The golden hour had just passed and in its place, heavy shadows began to rise, slowly creeping like dark monsters. If you didn’t hurry, you might run into one or two problems on your way home. But that was just what you didn’t want to do — go home.

The soccer field was empty as everyone had already left, you were the only one left sitting on a bench, your hands resting in your lap as if they weighed a ton, and you sighed, thinking how pitiful they looked. When was the last time you paid attention to them?

At that moment, you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and when you looked up, you found yourself facing a pair of glasses and a faint smile.

“So here you were,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all over campus.”

You blinked several times, a little oblivious to his kind words. “You… were looking for me?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Of course, we’re seatmates on the bus!”

Something clicked in the deepest part of your mind. Was he waiting for you? Did he really want to go with you so much that he came to find you? Or was he just so used to your presence?

“The last bus will arrive soon,” Wonwoo continued, “let’s go.”

You didn’t answer right away. You thought about it for a moment, your gaze raising just enough, and with a pleading tone, a question barely escaped from your lips: “Wonwoo, could you stay with me for a moment?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat down next to you, not adding a single word. Both of you remained silent for a moment, and then you spoke.

“Do you remember…” you hesitated a little, “do you remember that day, when we took the bus together for the first time? You told me that… if I wanted to cry, you’d lend me your shoulder…”

“Yes, I remember,” he replied firmly.

Wonwoo realized the weight of his words when your head gently leaned against his shoulder. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep himself steady, even though his chest was burning and his mind was a mess. 

You seemed so fragile at that moment and Wonwoo told himself that he should be strong… Just for you.

“Wonu,” you murmured, and he answered very softly to his name, “have you ever dreamed of disappearing?”

The question fell on him like a bucket of cold water. “…Disappearing?” he repeated.

“Yesterday I had a dream. I was a bird living in a big tree that was dying, so I had to fly away. After waking up, I started crying…” and after a moment of hesitant silence, you added, “because I wanted to disappear too.”

The last ray of sun in the distance was fading, and Wonwoo did nothing but watch it in deep silence. Then, his attention was stolen by a faint sob, which soon turned into a broken cry…

Wonwoo felt a sharp pain on his chest as he sat motionless, all he could do was rest his head against yours, as a weak phrase escaped his lips.

“I’m here,” he placed his hand over yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soon the inconsolable crying gave away, little by little, to a deep silence, interrupted only by the soft song of some insect.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the summer sky, starry and clear, it was such a beautiful piece of art. You lowered your gaze and you found Wonwoo’s hand holding yours. How come you didn’t notice before? It was cold, but also very comfortable, as if it had been made to fit each other.

You smiled to yourself.

You lifted your face slightly and met Wonwoo’s gaze, who was looking at you with concern, maybe a little curious. It was the first time something like this had happened. Under the dim lights of the field's lanterns, you could see every part of his face, his deep eyes, his flushing cheekbones, and his lips… So close to yours.

The very thought made your whole body weak; closing the distance and sealing them with a small kiss seemed so easy. But then, you had a moment of clarity and something in your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you pushed him by the shoulder as you turned your face away, keeping distance with your arm fully stretched, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo remained still. “…Like this?”

“Don’t look at me, I said!”

It had been a long time since you’d felt such embarrassment, and the fact that it was with him didn’t help. Things couldn’t get any worse. Suddenly, disappearing wasn’t just a vague dream but more like a dire necessity. Or so you thought.

You turned a little to look at Wonwoo, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, there was only a shy laugh.

“…What?” you protested in turn, “What’s so funny!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wonwoo tried to stay calm but he was too anxious to do so, “I was really worried about you, that’s all.”

You lowered your gaze a little, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I-I shouldn’t have made you go through… this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Wonwoo placed his hand on your shoulder, that gave you a bit of strength and you lifted your face to look at him. “I said that you can count on me, remember?”

The corner of your lips curved up a little in a weak smile.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” he continued, his voice confident, “though it’s a shame not to see your pretty smile…”

“You’re right…” The words stopped suddenly, your eyebrows curved slightly towards the center. “Wait, what did you say?”

Wonwoo couldn’t (or didn’t want to) process what he just said. He opened his mouth but, afraid of making things worse, closed it right away. Your curious gaze made all his confidence vanish, and he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, turning his face away, “And don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo turned back slowly, your face expressionless and oblivious to what was happening. You brought your hands to cover your mouth but a soft laugh still made its way through, and far from being upset, he felt relieved.

Wonwoo wished to turn back time and stop himself from saying such compromising words, but if that made you smile again, maybe it was okay. After all, nothing can compare to the smile of the prettiest girl in class.

It didn't take long for silence to return, comfortable and peaceful. No one dared say anything, as if time had stopped for a few minutes, just for the two of you. Finally, Wonwoo sighed, and his smiling face turned serious again.

“Y/n… I don’t know if it matters, but if you leave…” he subtly looked away, feeling a little intimidated, “If you leave, I’d miss you…”

“What does that…?”

“We’re classmates!” he interrupted, “We share the same desk, and… I like having you as my partner.”

Hearing those words felt comforting; in fact, it was the only thing you wanted to hear. They meant the world coming from the nice guy who sat next to you every day, sharing laughs and homework, making days less suffocating, even if it’s just a little.

Wonwoo turned as you remained silent, looking at the floor. Your face was still a little swollen from crying, but a small smile was drawn on your lips.

Wonwoo said nothing, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up. “We missed the last bus,” he looked at his wristwatch, “we can catch a taxi downtown.”

“If there’s no other option,” you shrugged, “though it’s much more expensive.”

“Leave it to me,” Wonwoo winked at you, a quick jolt went through your heart, “although…”

“Although…?”

Wonwoo hesitated a little and after a long breath, he asked, “Do you want me to invite you to dinner?... I mean, it's late, you must be hungry… and… Do you want to go?”

[sillyuin]

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[sillyuin]

Seungcheol as boyfriend

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

Pairing: s.coups x reader.

Warnings: no proofread.

Yuin's note: Okay, this wasn't on my plans but I just had this sweet dream about Seungcheol being my boyfriend and I just couldn't stop thinking about it ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

Bf! Seungcheol, who was anxious the day he confessed his feelings for you, and turned into the happiest man alive when you said yes to him.

Bf! Seungcheol, who is always shy when it comes to you. He's always trying to pretend to be composed and strong because he wants to look reliable, but would melt with only one smile of yours.

Bf! Seungcheol, who checks on you whenever he has the chance. Five minutes talking to you in his spare time is enough to make his day a little brighter, there's nothing like hearing your voice before coming back to his job, and the promise to see you after a long day makes his heart flustered.

Bf! Seungcheol, who loves to spoil you with little gifts from time to time. "I saw this blush and I thought you'd like to have a new one" (Was the second one in the same month).

Bf! Seungcheol, who will listen whenever you want to talk about the things you like, even if he doesn't know what you're talking about: He has never played Stardew Valley, but you look so happy talking about your little farm that he will ask about all the plants and trees you can have.

Bf! Seungcheol, who loves skinship! If he has the slightest opportunity to kiss you, he will use it, any excuse is valid to take your hand or place his hand on your waist. 

Bf! Seungcheol, who makes sure to tell you everyday how much he adores you and how blessed he feels for calling you “my love”.

[sillyuin]

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[sillyuin]

heyy!! are you extrovert enough to adopt me🧐🧐(i'm an introvert ;-;)??? (hope we can be moots <33)

Sure! I already follow you on my main Tumblr acc (machetechan). I read some of your posts and I liked them 🩷 let's be moots!

[sillyuin]

8:45 pm

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: Joshua x reader.

Warnings: none.

“It’s getting late baby,” Joshua said from the other side of the door. Not hearing any response, he decided to enter the room. “The party has just…”

You were sitting in front of the dresser mirror, looking at its reflection with some frustration while holding the eyeliner in your hand. That only meant one thing: today was not a good day for eyeliner. Joshua smiled as he understood the situation, it wasn’t the first time neither the last this was going to happen.

“Do you want me to get the wet wipes?” he asked from the threshold of the door.

“No, I’m fine, it’s just that…”

“Just that…?”

You swallowed hard and turned your face towards him. “I’m afraid something might go wrong.”

Your left eye was perfectly lined, so much so that Joshua had to come closer to take a better look at your great work.

“It looks stunning” he said, “You’re doing just fine.”

“But, what if the right one turns out bad?” You took a deep breath, putting on a scene dramatic enough to make Joshua laugh. “Hey, I’m serious over here!”

“Can I give a try?” Joshua took seat near you, as you squinted your eyes. Were his intentios that pure?. “I promise I’m not up to anything.”

“Do you really promise that?” You pouted at him.

Joshua extended his hand and you handed him the eyeliner, a bit distrustfully. “Trust me.”

Joshua began to do your eyeliner as if it was such an important job, gentle yet dedicated, like he had done it before a lot of times. He looked so confident and reliable that you couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy (in the best way possible). When you think that it is impossible to fall even more for him, Joshua always do something to remember that you’re always wrong.

 “And… it’s done,” he smiled at you, “tell me what you think.”

You let out a sigh of surprise after looking your reflection in the mirror, it was such a well-done job that no one would realize the problems it caused.

“Josh, you’re the best!” you exclaimed cheerfully. “Where did you learn to be so good?”

“Thanks, I know” Joshua laughed with a false modesty that made you laugh. “It’s just a couple things I learned at job”.

“Handsome, hard-working and cheeky,” you joked as he gave you a side-eyed smile, “You're like de pandora box.”

“Thanks, I know that too” He sweetly pinched one of your cheeks and then offered you his hand. “Shall we go?”