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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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KNJ- Not so dinner date.

It’s late when you arrive home, the lights are off and the regular sounds of your boyfriend are null. You sigh as you shake off your jacket, sliding off your shoes only to replace them with house slippers.

The clock above the refrigerator is the only light into the kitchen and as dim as it is you don’t flick on a light, instead you slouch at the table snacking on the random fruits Namjoon had piled into a bowl.

The truth is you loved your boyfriend with your entire heart, there wasn’t ever a time where you felt as if you wanted to be away from him. Of course his job as an idol was one that put distance between you, your own job not accommodating time for you to travel as often as he did but you still made it work.

“Baby?”

You almost jump out of your skin as you whip your head around to see him sulking towards you, his shoulders hunched over.

“I thought you was sleeping joonie, did I wake you?” You stood up, closing the space between you to wrap your arms around his middle.

You breathed in his smell, finding comfort in it. He had been addicted to this new rain forest scented fabric conditioner that Jungkook had introduced him to, he had explained to you for the hours BTS had to wait during music shows just how the different scents were drawn from different plants and trees and although you didn’t completely understand it you did your best to keep up.

“You didn’t wake me, I waited up. Do you want to order some food or did you eat?”

You shake your head reluctantly. “Joon it’s 11pm, you have work tomorrow.”

“How ever could I work if I starved to death?”he groaned frantically, feigning a laugh.

You quirked an eyebrow. “You haven’t ate?”

“I did. Sort of.”

“Ramen does not count.”

“I did not.”

“How about we order fried chicken?” You smile.

Your first date had been at a park with awful fried chicken that you had gotten from a definitely dodgy van. You had both gotten stomach aches and ended up being treated at the hospital for food poisoning, through your short but required hospital stay you were put next to each other and despite the way you were both doubling over in cramps every few minuets you made the most of the time with one another, learning as much as you could.

He leads you over to the couch, pulling you into his arms. “You really want fried chicken?”

“It’s fast, just chose a good place.” You shrug earning a playful pinch from him.

A lot of your firsts happened over the simple meal, your first fight had occurred over it. You had only been dating a few weeks and Namjoon had gotten extremely busy planning a comeback with his members, it had left you barely any time with the man responding once a day if you were lucky. He had hauled himself up into his studio for almost a week straight refusing to do anything other than work on music. You were worried when Taehyung, whom you had only met twice prior, had called to ask for back up. You had stormed into the hybe building holding a box of fried chicken from his favourite place, you punched the code into his studio earning a harsh reprimanding from him as you demanded he saved his work and step away from the computer. He had argued how you couldn’t understand his stress and how it wasn’t going to work out between you, he had told you to leave and that you were just like everyone else; misjudging him. You remember the way his jaw fell open as you threw a pillow straight at him mid rant. Soon enough he sat beside you on his little couch and picked at his chicken before devouring it in minuets. You had forced him to take you home where you had a three hour long conversation that ended up in him falling asleep in your lap.

“I ordered it will be here in a little.” He threw his phone against the table.

You run your hands through his newly dyed hair, you always loved how black hair looked on him. “How was work today baby?”

“We filmed a run episode and I nearly won.” He smiled prideful. “When will you come next?”

“I have been given tomorrow and Friday off if you want me to come with you?” It wasn’t a complete lie, you had requested the days off in order to make time for him.

He pushes you back a little, allowing a clearer look at your face. “Really? That soon?”

You smile at him nodding. “I guess I got lucky.”

“I don’t have work tomorrow, though.”

“Then stay home with me?” You smile, placing a kiss to his lips.

He says nothing but affirms by kissing you back before pressing a few more to your forehead.

You sat talking about your days until the food came 25 minuets later. As always you had requested to have it left at the door, it was always safer that way. After waiting for the driver to place the food outside and to leave the building Namjoon snuck outside to grab it.

You help set it out on the table as he put on a random show. You ate In silence watching the tv until a thought crossed your mind that you had to resolve.

“Joon can I ask you something?”

He looks at you worried, pausing the TV before turning to you. “Anything.”

“Do you ever wish we were different people? Maybe just farmers or something..” you half joked, pushing your almost finished meal aside.

“If you want a farmer you should try Jin Hyung or Taehyung.”

You can’t help but laugh as he flashes you a dimpled smile. “No I haven’t, amidst all the stress and lack of time we have with one another i could ever imagine being with someone different.”

“Why?” You watch his face twist in thought.

He hymns for a moment before responding. “I love you. I liked you and then I loved you and in that time I learned that I’d rather have one day with you than a hundred days with anyone else.”

You let the weight of his words settle before responding. “You know joonie we have a lot of firsts over fried chicken.”

“What’s the first this time?” He laughs pushing his own food away before leaning back against the couch.

You started. “I could come home to an empty hour for the entirety of your tour but I wouldn’t have it any other way because my heart is with you always and I know for every day you go we will have week to make up for it. I was scared at first, scared we wouldn’t work, that you’d get too busy and forget about me but it’s small moments like these that give me the most clarification on my wants for the future.”

“And what are those wants?” He holds your hand in between his, something he does to show he is paying the upmost attention to you.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to eat fried chicken with you at midnight even though we have to be awake at 6am, I want to share the excitement of what trees have their DNA stolen to make up fabric softeners you like, I want to be the one to give you comfort and happiness along with my unbridled support.”

“I want to give you the world.” He says the words softly but you know there’s a weight that they bare. “And I will but for now can I have your last wing?”

You scoff shoving the man off the couch onto the floor. “Unbelievable.”

“Unbelievable enough that I can have your last wing?” He eyes your chicken box and you raise a threatening finger.

“Don’t you dare.”

Before you could say anything he had already grabbed the box and ran halfway through the house, you cursed his long legs in aiding his getaway.

“Touch my chicken and your Pokémon cards get it.” You threaten.

You can’t help but laugh at his footsteps slap against the tiled flooring. “LEAVE MY CARDS ALONE”

“Give me my chicken wing.” You hold your hand out, as he does the same. You hand over his extra large Pokémon folder as he does your chicken box.

“Hey?” He calls as you turn to head back to the couch, box in hand.

He grins at you, before holding his arms out, one hand bearing his folder and the other your chicken wing.

“KIM NAMJOON!” You throw yourself over the couch as he scurries off.

About twenty minuets of play fighting and chasing later you both collapse on the bed in a laughing bundle. “I can’t wait to tell Yoongi Hyung we wrestled over a chicken wing.” Namjoon giggled.

“He would be horrified.” Your eyes widened.

“He would, he would probably lecture us on why we should never eat fried chicken again.”

A bout of silence befalls you before a great idea comes to mind. “Let’s call him and tell him we broke up over fried chicken.”

“You have such a sexy brain. He will go insane.” He agreed rushing to grab his phone.

You smiled at the ceiling, memorising the events of your not so dinner date. This is exactly why you made it work, because even at midnight you could run around and laugh with him, you could have thorough discussions and most importantly you would both indulge e in listening and sometimes enacting your wildest thoughts. Even if it did mean annoying a poor Min yoongi over Fried chicken on a Wednesday night.

#cuteee #knj #namjoon fic rec #bts fic rec #namjoon fluff

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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looks like babe started the series all over again :D

make it three | intro

⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty-one. and on the day of your twenty-first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽ warnings: none expect strong language

⨽ word count: 400+

⨽ a/n: my first series, let’s go~

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror and bit your lip as you slowly bought your hand up to your shoulder.

You were nervous, and you had every right to be. This would be the first time you'd see your soulmate's name, and anyone's name could be engraved into your skin.

Although your shoulder was covered, you knew the name had appeared. It appeared just after midnight, and the pain it brought instantly caused you to wake up from your slumber and clutch your shoulder in a failed attempt to soothe it.

You tightly closed your eyes as you rolled up the sleeve, slowly exposing the new mark on your shoulder.

"Three, two, one." You whispered before opening an eye to take a look.

The nervous expression on your face was quickly replaced by a shocked one as you stared at the mark, your mouth agape.

On your shoulder were three names. You had three people's names engraved on your shoulder instead of one.

"Dad!" You exclaimed before rushing out of the bathroom to ask your father to explain why you appeared to have three soulmates instead of one.

Everything they taught you in school about soulmates had made sense to you. But not once did they ever mention having multiple was a possibility.

"What's the problem, sweetie?" Your father asked, looking up from his book.

"Look!" You exclaimed, showing him your shoulder, and his eyes widened.

"Oh my! The name finally appeared! I'm so happy for you, y/n! Lemme see!" He happily exclaimed, getting up from the couch to see better. He gasped when he saw three names. "Three soulmates! That's so cool, sweetheart,

"How are you not freaking out?" You asked, looking at your shoulder with a frown.

"Why should we?"

"I have three soulmates, dad!"

"I know, sweetie. I can see that."

"Do you not see anything wrong with that?"

"No."

"Come on, dad! Please explain why I have three names on my arm instead of one?" You asked.

"Well, I can't really explain that. The universe has decided to give you three soulmates instead of one. So you're going to be part of a soulmate cluster! " He told you, taking your hands. "Soulmate clusters aren't common, but you'd be surprised how many people are part of one."

Your father sat you on the couch and tried his best to explain how soulmate clusters worked. Despite him going into as much detail as possible, you couldn't seem to process anything he was saying.

Just a couple of hours ago, everything about soulmates made sense to you. But now that you've checked your shoulder, it didn't.

All because the universe decided to give you three soulmates instead of one.

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#make it three #poly bts #poly bts rec #bts fic rec #bts fic recs #jungkook fic recs #jimin fic recs #taehyung fic recs

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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labyrinth - h.h.j

Based on Taylor Swift's song, Labyrinth :) This was just for fun and english isn´t my first language, let me know if anything looks weird! If you like the skz x ts format, you can read the felix one shot here!

synopsis: Hyunjin is your best friend, there's nothing else to it. Right? It's totally normal to feel your stomach drop when he's on a date.

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: very light angst

cw: light angst, feminine pronouns, mentions of makeup, mentions of anxiety and throwing up.

You and Hyunjin had a lot of little traditions. Skincare Wednesday once a week, Panting and Drawing Thursday every fifteen days. Lastly, Movie Night Saturday once a month.

Every Wednesday, you would relax with clay masks sitting on your faces for hours, casually spraying water on each other's faces so the mask wouldn't dry. "It isn't good for your skin to let it dry", Hyunjin would say.

Hyunjin knew it was an excuse, and he thought it would only accelerate the process of wrinkling his face. You thought it to be very endearing how his face would scrunch and his laugh would come out as a squeak, and how his skin would be red due to the squishy treatment. Hyunjin, however, tried very hard to hide the flush that came from having you so close to his face.

On Thursday nights, you would break into his makeshift art studio with your only pencil, only pen, and two iced americanos.

The painting sessions usually started as soon as the sun went down and finished with the two of you passing out on the floor. He started teaching you art fundamentals months ago. Values, colour theory, perspective and proportions.

You, on the other hand, were too occupied drawing tiny cats and smiley faces on his drawings. He would draw tiny hearts on yours and sometimes doodle a little man his friend, Minho, taught him how to on the middle of your canvas.

Hyunjin had reserved an old, raggedy t-shirt of his for you whenever you came around, "so you won't mess up your clothes", he would say while making you put it on top of your own. It smelled like his cologne, and as time passed, it started to smell like acrylic paint, coffee and a hint of your perfume.

The two of you would fall asleep accidentally on the floor when the morning sun came out, only disturbed by his other roommates' morning gym prep playlist and the smell of chicken breast being cooked. Hyunjin would then find your neck and hide his whines about how he "would love to get out of that frat house".

You would silently thank his roommates for this little moment of peace that made you forget about the hard tile floor you slept on. Saturdays were your favourite. He would come to your house with food and snuggle with a giant plush ferret he had bought for himself but placed at your house, "it doesn't match my aesthetic!" he would claim.

You would frequently snuggle with it too when he wasn't over, and he knew it since the plush smelled like you and had some makeup stains. Hyunjin would sneak quick sniffs at it sometimes. Halfway through the night you would replace the big ferret and sit in between his legs while he braided your hair and you would always fall asleep like that.

Hyunjin, however, wasn't your boyfriend, not even a situationship. He was your best friend who loved being held, pampered and feeling useful.

Hyunjin was your best friend. Your gorgeous best friend, to whom you would sneak glances to try to memorize his features during your skincare days. You would fixate your gaze on his hands, tied-up hair and strong arms during the art days, and would lean into his chest during the movie days.

You knew he was beautiful, and that any person would love to be loved by him, or even tolerated. You were sure people would die to be hated by him too, only so he could think about them. That's just how stunning he was.

You also knew he was funny, sensible and empathetic. You knew his eyes would look droopy after a day of work, and that they would light up when he danced. You knew his cheeks would go up and hurt while laughing, and that his lips - his lips, that made you want to slam your head against the wall every time you saw them - would be cracked if he didn't apply chapstick for a whole day.

You also knew how his laugh, snores, sniffles, sobs and screaming, be it of rage or frustration, sounded like. You knew Hyunjin.

But that's what best friends do, they know each other.

So you would go on with your days, anxiously waiting for the next time you would see him. Texting him and sending little selfies and videos of your days, showing him your lunch and how your friend's boyfriend fucked up this time, and how you knew Hyunjin would never do the same.

He would do the same, showing you his outfits and agreeing that he would never do to you what your friend's boyfriend did to her. You shouldn't feel warm with his messages, they shouldn't make your heart race, and they definitely shouldn't make you throw your phone across the room like that one time he sent you a workout picture with his roommates. You would only realize his friends were in the picture after he mentioned it to you on one of your encounters, "I should have known you only have eyes for me! are you obsessed with me or something?" he would tease, "yeah", you would agree, mentally.

But that's how best friends are. You found your other friends attractive, of course, and some of their messages would make your heart race too! I mean, once your friend sent you a picture of an artwork she saw and it made your heart race (after you remembered you saw the same artwork with Hyunjin). Once, your other friend had their makeup done for a presentation and you could swear you were falling in love with them - Hyunjin DID wear the same type of makeup when he danced professionally, but that was irrelevant. It was only after one specific Saturday you realized what was going on.

Hyunjin had ditched your movie night for the second time in a row. He didn't give many explanations and only talked about meeting a friend.

Deciding to also go out that Saturday, you and your friends had decided to visit a restaurant that had opened recently so that one of them could finally have new pictures to set their profile on Hinge or some dating app they oh, so desperately need because "you know, interacting with men is scary!". Not with Hyunjin, you thought. You didn't tell them that, in case they thought it was an invitation to flirt with the guy.

The group chat was blasting with outfit suggestions, uber rides information, "I'm so broke" messages and "I'm gonna be late!" replies, the latest being from you.

You knew it was foolish, but you hoped that being a little late to your plans would give Hyunjin the time to call and tell you that he was just around the corner with treats and to place the Ferret on the couch.

He didn't, though.

As your friends began to arrive at the restaurant, messages started to flood your phone. Not paying it any attention, you continued to do your hair and sing along to your usual playlist - the one curated by Hyunjin.

Deciding to finally answer your friends' virtual pleas, you checked the group chat.

A picture that wouldn't load with the caption "wait, isn't that your friend?"

You froze.

"Is he alone?"

"Nah, it seems like he is waiting for someone" your friend responded.

Your stomach dropped. Feeling dizzy, you sat down. Why were you feeling like that? He did ditch you, but he was allowed to do that. You didn't expect him to live only in your function.

Why were you feeling weak, then? He was your best friend, you should be happy he is having fun. Maybe he is with his friends, just like you were going to be in a few minutes if air eventually came back to your lungs.

"do you think it's weird if I show up?" you asked.

You can't remember how or when that message was typed. Or why. Why were you anxious?

"no, why would it be?"

Right, why would it be to be in the same place as your friend?

"he ditched me, does it makes me look obsessive to follow him there?"

That wasn't you typing. If you squinted, you could easily see a giant green monster sitting beside you with his phone in his hands, typing while you were almost throwing up because of the many thoughts going on in your head.

Why was he there? Why he ditched you? Twice. There was only one chair in front of him, was that date? Why did he look so good? Had he used the new cologne you got him for his birthday?

Were you obsessed with him? Why did he ditch you? Twice. Why did he ditch you? He was dating someone. Did he ditch you because of that someone? Does he hate you? Will he forget about you? You want him. Why did he ditch you?

Why are you being like this?

The monster looked down at you with disgust on his face. Pulling you up, he laid you on your bed and pulled the covers. He texted your friends. "I'm not making it, sorry". You were sorry.

The rain was pouring outside, it was cruel how this monster made it comfortable to sob along the sky. Why were you being like this?

You missed Hyunjin, didn't he miss you? And why your heart tightened, why your throat closed, why was it so hard to breathe, why your stomach hurts?

"Just come, he won't think anything of it" "can't you just come?" "he is on a date, he won't even see us!" "It's not like he is your boyfriend"

Oh no.

You felt like a passenger on a falling plane. No hope beyond that point. You could feel the big monster rolling his eyes.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm down. Breathing exercises you learned, pretend to ignore the anger towards him. Why were you angry?

You couldn't be bothered to remove your make-up and slept just like that. Smudged lipstick and mascara, not from crying but from hyperventilating. Big Ferret in your hands. It smelt like him.

In the morning, you checked your group chat without even moving.

The big green monster was still in front of you, he was smaller, but hadn't disappeared yet.

"just comeeee :(" "are you asleep" "we will even pay for you!!" were all whines from your friends.

There was one single text from Hyunjin.

"there's someone I really want you to meet :)"

That's it, you were going to throw up. You didn't know why.

"Who? :)"

"this person I'm seeing. wanna introduce you to each other. they're very nice, I have a nice feeling about them :)"

Why does it hurt this much right now?

"yay!"

You wanted him to be yours. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted him to braid your hair, you wanted to snuggle him, you wanted to kiss his lips.

You tried to breathe.

Why did you want him to be only yours? He was too pretty. He was too nice. Oh no. You were falling in love.

Oh shit. "Are you okay?" "yeah!! just feeling a little dizzy, slept too much" Oh no.

For the next weeks, Hyunjin ditched the art days, and then he ditched the skincare days.

For the next weeks, you fell even harder with him. With the way he talked about this new person. He was falling in love right in front of your eyes, and it wasn't with you.

When you finally met his partner, you noticed they were using a similar t-shirt you used to use on your art days. Putting a smile, you wished them the best.

Your encounters with Hyunjin were becoming scarce, maybe that was for the best. You loved hearing him talk about his partner and pretend he was talking about you. Maybe that wasn't too healthy.

You were in love with him. So in love. And all you had from him was Big Ferret and the Big Green Monster that appeared every time you thought about Hyunjin.

He posted a lot of couple pictures. You double-tapped all of them. He posted poems and artworks, and you pretended they were about you and made with you by his side.

When they announced their engagement, that was when you realized he wasn't yours.

You congratulated them and sent Hyunjin a Big Ferret plush. Not yours, though.

That was the last Hyunjin part that belonged only to you.

"I'll be getting over you for my whole life", you typed. You never sent it.

#hyunjin fic rec #hyunjin angst

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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3:02 pm

Lee Heeseung x female reader / 518 words / fluff

Warnings: None

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It was weird being the new girl in town. You moved here for a job, but was not expecting to be so welcomed in the neighborhood. There were various baskets left on your doorstep, while others opted to knock on your door to meet you and give you your gift. It warmed your heart after feeling so nervous to move in the first place.

With so much love being thrown your way, you decided it would be nice to return the favor with some delicious homemade cookies. You made your way to the local shop, which was small, but cute, making you feel at home.

“Hello!” You chimed as you smiled at the cashier boy. You were taken back by how cute he was. Quickly, you turned your head towards the baking isle to calm your sudden nerves.

Why was your heart racing? You don’t even know this man? There is no way he thought anything of you, so why are you freaking out? Calm down, you weirdo. You grabbed the baking items needed before taking a deep breath and making your way to the register.

“Oh, looks like someones baking tonight, huh?” The cute boy behind the counter smiled, while checking your items.

“Yeah, I’m baking cookies for my neighborhood. I just moved here and everyone's been so kind to me, so I wanted to repay the favor,” You smiled with a small blush on your cheeks.

“Are you the new girl on the street? My roommate was telling me there was a fuss about someone moving in today,” He stopped checking to look at you as your eyes went big, “If you’re making cookies for everyone, I’m excited to try them. I’m Heeseung, by the way,” Heeseung exclaimed finishing checking your items.

“Wait, you live in my neighborhood? It makes sense why you work so close, but,” You trailed off, “Now, I’m nervous to bake cookies,” You confessed, more so to yourself out loud, making you a bit embarrassed.

“You’re really cute when you blush,” He smiled brightly at you as you swiped your card, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“I’m Y/N also. I didn’t say that earlier, but I hope you enjoy the cookies. I hope they aren’t bad,” You laughed nervously, feeling yourself sweat a bit.

“I think I’d like anything you’d bake or cook, so don’t worry too much,” He winked at you as you blushed redder, moving towards the door.

“I’ll try and live up to your expectation. Thank you again for helping me out. I’ll get to baking now and see you later!” You waved shyly before exiting the shop.

Heeseung smiled to himself at your cute self. He loved a women who was so genuinely cute, without trying. He was daydreaming about seeing you again when he felt a slap to his head. He was knocked out of his daydream to see an older women waiting to be checked out next.

“Oh, sorry ma’am!” He apologized as he began checking out her items, still thinking about your face, memorizing your features, and awaiting to see you again.

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- Admin 🦋

#heeseung fluff #heeseung fic rec

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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enemies to lovers - seungmin please!! thank you rin, have a great time ♡

it's absolute bullshit.

you’d swear that he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met — you can’t stand his guts at all. he could be about 20 metres in your radius and you’d get goosebumps all over your body. you dread to go to the classes you share with him, despises how he makes you feel, so you avoid eye contact at all costs. you loathe how he always reminds the teacher of the homework everytime he knows you didn’t do it. he’s not the type to be a teacher’s pet but everytime he hears you whisper to a friend that you didn’t do the homework, he’d suddenly say — “sir, we had homework yesterday!”

he feels the same way about you. each time you walk past, he'll turn his gaze away so your eyes don't meet. then, when you're away, he'll stare at your back with a face full of disgust. you know because you've caught him doing so, in which you returned his gesture by sticking your tongue out at him.

the two of you can't stand each other — everyone knows. that's why they purposely placed the two of you in the same closet while playing a game of seven minutes in heaven. the closet door sounds a loud thud once jisung shuts it close, yelling out a quick "make up and make out!"

seungmin irritatingly grumbles beside you, plopping down on the ground. the closet is full of clothes, and reeks of jisung’s cologne. you two try to fit in the closet together, resulting into an argument.

“bloody move, damn,” he cusses, wiggling around for space.

you scoff, “you’re taking up most of the space.”

the argument continues, both bodies wriggling around for comfort. it gets to a point where someway, somehow — even you’re not sure how — seungmin topples over one of jisung’s shoes and falls on top of you.

you can feel the heaves of his breaths and his eyes boring into yours despite the darkness. both his knees are on the ground, palms as well, only chests not touching each other’s. you don’t know why but you hold your breath, staring back into his eyes.

“not so loud now, huh?” he mutters. you hate that he still doesn’t lose his sass in situations like this.

“you’re insufferable, kim seungmin.”

“yeah, maybe i am,” seungmin retorts, “but it’s only towards you.”

“huh?”

before you know it, the gap between the two of you are sealed by seungmin’s lips crashing into yours. again, you’re not sure why but you kiss back, gripping onto his sides. after a while he pulls back, earning a whimper from you.

“you’re so annoying,” he kisses, “i wish you weren’t so pretty so i could hate you in peace.”

you roll your eyes, “kim seungmin. shut up and just kiss me, damn it.”

it’s safe to say that jisung was overjoyed the moment he opened the closet door.

#seungmin fic rec #seungmin fluff #skz fic recs

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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grand navigation

hii, here are the links to the all of my fic recs, organized according to groups.

bts

the navigation for bts - here

skz

the navigation for skz - here

txt

the navigation for txt - coming soon

enha

the navigation for enha - coming soon

#blog navigation #kpop fic recs #bts fic recs #txt fic recs #enhypen fic recs #stray kids fic recs

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svrcegi · 2 years ago

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fluff-filled felix fics

hi, just like my other fluffy fic recs, this is just some felix fics filled with fluff (and pinches of angst but i did try to keep this just fluff!) and a lot of these are drabbles but there should be a few long oneshots :D

includes only felix x reader

still adding fics along the way

. . . .

love you in the dark by @sulfurcosmos

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: “things you said when you thought i was asleep”

i love you by @softstraykidshours

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: no summary

warm embrace by @childish-dreams1204

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: no summary

wedding cake samples by @caseiloveu

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: your best friend is getting married and can't stop gushing about how much she loved the wedding cake samples she got at the lee bakery, baked by the chef baker himself. after finding out that you won't get any samples unless you are engaged, you take matters into your own hands and create a dating profile for this specific scenario: to find someone who wants to fake-engage you to try the wedding cake samples together. and felix matches with you.

cookie taste tester by @caseiloveu

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: after going on your first date with felix and finding out about his job as the main baker at the bakery your friend adores, felix decides to invite you over to show you his baking skills first hand.

(part two of wedding cake samples. can be read as a standalone.)

the cuddle cure by @ppiri-bahng

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: doesn’t have a summary

how in love are you? by @nokacchan

— pairing: felix x female reader

— summary: you cleared up your schedule in order to be able to accompany felix for his group's latest comeback.

wingman by @hyunverse

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: you confront felix about his failed dates which you've set up. all hell breaks loose . . . or does it?

freckles by @thebangtancloud

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: the one where you like his freckles so much that you end up kissing your best friend.

shut up (and kiss me) by @stayoblivion

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: your first kiss with felix went a little something like this...

beauty within by @changbeanie

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: there is more to a person than their outer appearance, for beauty is only skin deep.

(this has some angst)

the small things by @i4lixie

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: no summary for this

holiday by @reverbtunes

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: no summary

brownies and felix by @rachalixie

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: no summary for this one

n.d.a by @baekhansol

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: felix has always been your best friend, and takes care of you when you can't

falling by @linorangge

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: you had always seen felix as your adorable friend. Now for some reason after years of dormant feelings, you realize maybe you have a tiny, crush on him.

(includes slight angst)

seven minutes by @softhyunjinnie

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: oh, they’re dating?

without you by @jisungsjheekies

— pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

— summary: had no summary

waking up next you by @rachalixie

— pairing: felix x gender neutal reader

— summary: tooth rotting fluff of you waking up next to felix

city lights by @taeminsung

— pairing: felix x reader

— summary: felix could fly around the world, but he would always end up dancing in the kitchen with you.

#skz fic recs #stray kids x reader #felix fluff #stray kids fluff #felix fic rec #felix recs #lee felix #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix imagines #felix drabbles #felix oneshot #felix fics #yongbok fluff #lee yongbok #svrcegirecs

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Comfort is coming (YG x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, College/University AU

Pairing: Student!Yoongi x Student!Reader

Warnings: No warnings apply

Summary: Hard academic labour deserves to be rewarded with a treat every once in a while. For example, with holding a marathon of a favourite series while eating a tub of ice cream.

And the unsuspected company in the form of the silent force under the same roof.

There are times when life is hard, when it knows periods wherein every single thing that is normally so ordinary now forms an extraordinary addition to the amalgamation of educational stress. Each day is filled with nothing but typing on the flat slightly illuminated keyboard of the matte silver MacBook filled with academic files, hoping to finish that close reading essay that was thought of too easily, when a heavily caffeinated mind is not occupied by trying to process every bit of information eyes framed by glass absorb from paper. It always is the same song and yet its dance can never be learned.

Day in, day out.

Sigh after sigh.

Nevertheless, they pass, eventually, invoking feelings of tremendous relief, mental devastation and exhausted defeat to flow throughout a learning being again and again. Today is one of those moments in which this memorable potion is drunk after completing the deadline and cramping up with pain inflicted by ink in a most powerful tool and chaotic panic at not understanding the capability of the human intellect despite cramming hours on end.

The leather bag is thrown onto the floor at the entrance of the apartment shared with a silent stoic raven-haired force who composes music in the hush habitual to the residence, headphones always on in the bedroom functioning more as a studio even when nobody is home. In fact, it is not unlikely to think the padding of toes merely clad in socks goes unnoticed, the noise-isolating padding tuning them out immediately after removing nightly black and crisp white Adidas sneakers in the tiny entryway and putting them into the shoe closet next to the entrance.

It is not minded since it is part of the routine, the only moments of really enjoying each other’s company being dinner and occasional mutual trips to the supermarket to stock up for the coming week. Lunch is never shared because either party picks up something in the cafeteria of the university building they have to be for a seminar or lecture or somewhere in the big concrete jungle, alone or with a friend. Breakfast is also rarely a moment of true friendship, Yoongi skipping it on a daily basis yet always nagging the curiously accepted housemate when there is a risk of giving into the same habit. It has gotten to the point of being forced to wait until the musician finishes his characteristic double espresso and preparing a decent enough meal for one likely running late for class whenever the scenario presents itself, nonchalantly blocking the way in every instance feet try to slip away from the scene to crack on or sending empty threats behind a turned back.

Although, in hindsight, the same happens in the event of dinner and not feeling too hungry if at all.

Withal, skipping a meal will have to be excused for the day because when bone tired limbs have exchanged the complicated outfit - consisting of onyx leggings matching the same-toned dress underneath a denim jacket and above knee-height light brown leather boots - for dusk-shaded Puma sweatpants and a plain ivory V-neck shirt, nothing will be done anymore. Bare feet crawl under the alabaster thick sheets after wrapping them in the blanket coloured in a murky earth and mossy tone, moonlight-shaded MacBook opened to the downloaded Game of Thrones episodes the quiet strangely kind power roaming the same house shared by email at accidentally discovering a mutual love for the series during a boring lecture, sharing earphones to watch season one painfully unfold all over again because, apparently, Yoongi had just started it.

And, although already having seen the first few batches that were sent by digital means before illegally online, they nevertheless bring a grateful smile to tired lips each time because it is due to this sharing of documents a splendid opportunity has been steadily formed to indulge in a marathon to withdraw from the world in silent celebration of a liberation from stress.

However, it would appear the musician has stopped watching recently since conversations have led more often to forbidding giving any spoilers for season four and further. Though, when asking to brand new seasons bought on DVD on the hard drive to add to the little nerdy collection on the bedside table also functioning as a headboard, Yoongi gladly rips the files and sends them over email thus adding both to the personal collection and that of a soul glad for the kindness in spite of the more stranding chit chats since there have not been many moments of bonding since moving in four months ago. Other than the series, there is little to talk about that which has been discovered as common interest let alone bond over and both working and hanging out with different people besides the study does also not greatly help in forming a deeper meaning to the fragile friendship.

Just as a comfortable position is taken up and noise-cancelling white headphones put on, a digit hovering above the touchpad for the cursor to start from the very beginning of the visual version of “A Song of Ice and Fire”, a dimly audible knock is followed by an immediate opening of the door to the private haven. Obviously disregarding the polite pause to wait for consent, Yoongi stands on the threshold, bangs as dark as ink covering a pale forehead and the light skin of the resident stoic silent force further accentuated by the overall casual outfit of ripped jeans and a T-shirt that could blend easily into the shadows. ‘Judging by your appearance, I wager it’s either that time of the month again where you get grumpy at me for no good reason and act like a drama queen or you just made your exams and deadlines.’

‘Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be composing or something? You normally ignore me until before dinner.’ The constraints on hearing are removed while eyes wander to the bright green slightly translucent plastic convenience store bag held by bony skillful fingers, light up at registering what the item within it is and seeing a comforting sympathetic curve on lips having lost every sense of mocking when looking back at the unexpected visitor. ‘Why the ice cream?’

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hello !! i have a request for your quote game :)

“I’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “so let me, please.”

with any boy i don’t mind, thank you sm !!

⨽ pairing: taehyung x hybrid f!reader

⨽ genre: honestly i don't know. hurt/comfort(?) angst (?)

⨽ warnings: crying, very brief mentions of past abuse, trust issues, talk about scars and wounds, all that kinda stuff

⨽ a/n: took me ages to get to this request, but i hope you like it! (p.s - this a long one)

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Taehyung's eyes softened as he watched you try to treat your wounds.

So many nurses and caretakers at the care centre wanted to lend you a hand. But you'd refuse to be touched, quickly moving away as soon as someone got too close.

He bought you here a week ago. And the whole time you've been here, you've isolated yourself. Completely.

You didn't talk to anyone. Not any of the doctors, the nurses, caretakers or other hybrids. You stuck to yourself.

"I wish she'd let us near her," Luna, one of his co-workers and friend, sighed. "She did a good job taking care of the ones she could reach. But the ones she can't reach need to be treated too."

"I wonder what she went through for her to not trust anyone. Including the other tiger hybrids who are the same species as her." This time, it was Haerin that spoke. A nurse who mainly worked with predatory and exotic hybrids. "I was horrified at the state she was in when Tae brought her here."

"I was horrified when I found her," he sighed.

He found you on a Friday night, hiding by a dumpster in an alley near his home.

He remembers how he had just gotten off the phone with one of his friends when he heard something whimpering and some movement.

"Hello?" He called, walking into the alley, and turning on the flashlight on his phone. "Is anyone here- oh my god."

His eyes widened in horror as his light landed on a badly wounded tiger hybrid trying to hide behind some trash.

The tiger was clearly hurt and definitely not dressed for the chilly weather.

"Oh my gosh, how did you end up here?" He muttered, taking off his jacket before slowly approaching you.

It was clear you weren't just a stray hybrid. It looked like you became a stray after escaping from what could've been an abusive owner, given the number of scars and open wounds on your body.

The closer he got to you, the more you backed into the black plastic bag you were sitting in front of.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Taehyung said, raising his hands. "I work as a hybrid doctor at a care centre. I want to treat your wounds and give you some meds. So they don't get infected."

His eyes landed on some of the scars and cuts on your arms and legs. He noticed how new they looked. It was clear you got them recently, and he couldn't help but wonder how long you'd been hiding here.

"Here. You can take my jacket to cover yourself," Taehyung said, extending his jacket only for you to flinch away from the material. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you. But I'll have to take you to my place since I don't have anything to help with those one me."

He noticed the way your eyes slightly widened. "Oh, um, I know you probably don't trust me enough to go home with me. But if you stay here, they'll get infected. And you would be in even more pain than you are in now."

He didn't expect you to take his jacket.

To you, he probably looked like a predator... someone trying to gain your trust, only to betray you as soon as the door closes.

But he was surprised when you hesitantly took the jacket from him to cover yourself.

"Come with me," he softly smiled, taking a step back because he figured you wouldn't want him to touch you yet.

You only let him touch you when he was treating your wounds. Other than that, you made sure you were at least more than a meter away from him.

"I wonder why she won't let you assist her again," Luna muttered. "She's let you treat her before, so why not again?"

"I'm guessing she only let me because she was desperate. She was hesitant to go home with me, but she took the risk because she was desperate," Taehyung said. "She didn't even say a word the entire time I was with her. I asked for her name, her age, anything! But she refused to speak."

"And she's still refusing to speak," Haerin groaned. "I tried checking the system, but she wasn't there. It seems like she's one of those hybrids born in breeding facilities and stuff."

"I'm going try and help her... again," Taehyung sighed. "If she refuses, one of you should try. She might want a woman instead."

The two girls nodded before he began to approach you.

"Hey," he said, crouching down to your level.

His presence caused you to tense, and you stopped what you were doing.

"I'm only here to offer a helping hand again. Allow me to assist you with the ones you can't reach."

When Taehyung reached for a cotton ball, you immediately shifted away, pulling your stuff with you.

"You can't leave those untreated, sweetie," he sighed. "I know you'd prefer doing it alone, but for your back, you're going to need one of the doctors to help you."

You didn't even look at him as he spoke to you.

"If you don't want me to do it, I can ask someone else?" He said, getting up/ "How about Doctor-"

"No."

Taehyung's eyes widened, surprised to hear you speak. Your voice was so soft you were almost inaudible.

"Huh?" he asked, crouching back down and sitting in front of you. "Please, can you repeat that?"

"Don't want another doctor," you muttered.

"So, do you want me to check on the ones on your back?" Taehyung asked, and you nodded, deciding to no longer use your voice.

"Should I just do it here, or do you want to move to my office?" he asked, taking the bag of cotton balls.

"Here."

He let out a sigh before nodding. He would've wanted to treat you in his office. That way, he could talk to you freely and try to ask you some things.

But he figured you probably didn't want to be alone with him right now.

"Alright, please turn around," he asked, picking up some ointment. "I'm going to touch you, okay? But only because I'm treating you. As soon as we're done, I won't touch you until the next time to take off those bandages all over your face and arms."

You only nodded before Taehyung slipped on some gloves and began to apply the ointment.

"You know... we're going to have to know your name one day," he said.

You figured there was no point in them knowing your name if you'll escape as soon as you were healed.

You didn't say a word, and the two of you remained in silence before you mustered the courage to ask- "Why?"

"Well, I can't keep referring to you as the tiger hybrid I brought in last week when I'm talking to my colleagues," Taehyung said. "But also because I'd like to call you by your name. I want to greet you and say: Hey... whatever your name is! How are you today?"

You didn't respond, which is something he kinda expected. So it became silent again.

As he gently began to take off the old plasters, you couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung wanting to know your name so he could call you by it. You hadn't heard anyone say your name in ages.

Where you came from, your owner never addressed you by your name. Instead, he'd always call you kitten. A nickname you've now grown to absolutely hate.

You wondered how it would feel to have someone greet you with a smile and call you-

"y/n."

"Huh?" Taehyung asked.

"My name. It's y/n."

He wondered why you finally decided to speak today. But that didn't matter. He was glad you were now comfortable enough to tell him your name.

"You have such a nice name, y/n," he smiled.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he nodded.

"Your wounds are healing nicely. You did a good job," Taehyung said, putting on the last plaster on your back. "I'd say tomorrow will be the last time we exchange them."

You only nodded before pulling the back of your t-shirt down and reaching for Taehyung's jacket.

"We're going to need to buy you new clothes," he sighed, standing up. "You can't keep wearing my jacket forever."

You knew you should've returned it to him that night, but you couldn't bring yourself to part from the comforting scent of vanilla on the jacket.

"Do you want it now?" You asked, preparing to take off the jacket.

"No!" you flinched, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud. You don't have to give it to me now, y/n. You can keep it for as long as you'd like to."

You muttered an okay, causing Taehyung to softly smile.

"Doctor Kim!" Luna called.

"I don't want to leave you alone, but it looks like I have to go," he said. "Why don't you try to talk to other hybrids? There are lots of them who want to talk to you, y/n. And it wouldn't hurt to make a friend."

Your eyes unconsciously glanced at the group of tiger hybrids laughing together.

You wanted to be part of them, but you were scared. You came from a place where you'd get in trouble if you dared to make a noise. So seeing hybrids be as loud as they wanted was new and kinda strange to you.

"See you later, y/n."

When Taehyung reached Luna, who was now alone since Hyerin had to attend to some hybrids, she looked at him with a sly smile.

"Are you going to adopt her?" Luna asked, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Which caused the male to raise a brow. "Don't look at me like that. Anyone can see the way you look at her."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"You probably won't notice, but I can. You just- I don't know. You look at y/n differently, and I don't know how to explain it. You look at that girl like you want to take her in your arms! And protect her from everything."

"Are you not exaggerating?"

"Maybe I am, but hey," she shrugged. "It's clear you want to care for her. Not on the level as patient and doctor but something a little more."

"Can we talk about this in my office?" He sighed. "I don't know where you're going with this... but I'd rather talk there than hear."

Some hybrid species had exceptional hearing. You are part of them since a tiger hybrid's sense of hearing is the most acute of all their senses.

"Okay," she said before turning away and walking to his office.

"Dr Kim," you said, sitting in a chair.

"I told you to only call me that when we're in front of others," he said, not bothering to look up from the chart he was looking at.

It had been two weeks since you told him your name and three weeks of being in the centre. During these two weeks, you've become more talkative. You still talked in a hushed tone and sometimes stuttered as you spoke, but you were finally saying sentences that were more than five words long.

"Taehyung," you corrected yourself, causing the man to look up from his work with a smile.

"Yes, y/n?"

"Are you very busy," you said, fiddling with your fingers. "I have news I'd like to... news I'd like to share."

"Not really. Why? What's up?" He asked, closing the file and resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he listened to you speak.

"I Uhm..." you suddenly felt nervous.

As you walked to his office, you thought it'd be easy to tell him, but all the confidence you had earlier seemed to have disappeared.

"Just tell me, y/n," he smiled. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I promise."

"Well... I tried making friends," you spilt.

Taehyung blinked in confusion. You said it so fast that he could barely catch what you said. The only thing he could hear was friends.

"What was that, y/n?" He asked. "Can you repeat what you said but slower this time?"

"I Uhm... well, I tried making friends with some of the tiger hybrids I share a room with," you said, a small smile appearing on your face. "They were really nice!"

He couldn't help but feel happy for you.

He was so happy to see you were improving. He was glad you were no longer keeping to yourself and finally deciding to socialise.

"I'm so happy for you, y/n," he smiled. 'What did you guys talk about?"

As you began to tell him about what you and your roommates talked about, Taehyung couldn't help but think about what Luna said.

"Come on, Tae," Luna groaned. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to take care of y/n on more than a doctor and patient level. You can take care of her on an owner and-"

"You know I don't like the word owner," Taehyung said, cutting off his friend.

"Sorry. But anyway, I'm suggesting once y/n's comfortable enough, you can bring up the topic of you wanting to adopt the girl," the girl said.

"But I'm her do-"

"And?" Luna asked, cutting off her friend. "I'm a doctor who treated Soohyuk when he was wounded and ill, but I adopted him. Haerin adopted Solar, the snake hybrid she took care of here."

Taehyung groaned, running his fingers through his hair.

"You know how I am, though. I don't like... the thought of adopting my patients," he said. "It just feels... I don't know."

"It's not wrong," Luna told him. "But if you don't like the idea, don't. I was only saying it because," she shrugged.

Taehyung couldn't believe it. He was actually considering adopting you.

Looking at you now, he wondered what it would be like to come home and have you greet him after a long day.

For someone who loved and worked with hybrids, he's never actually adopted one.

"And... uh, that's what we talked about," you said, clasping your hands together with a smile.

"Ah, okay," he nodded. "I'm proud of you, y/n. You're socialising and making friends."

You muttered a thank you as a soft smile appeared on your face.

'Maybe I should adopt you?'

Nurses and caretakers watched with wide eyes as Taehyung followed after the nurse running ahead of him, wondering what was going in.

Less than five minutes ago, a frantic nurse barged into his office while he was looking at bunny hybrid's chart.

"Nurse Lee! Are you okay? What's the matter?" he asked, getting up.

"It's y/n! She needs help!"

"y/n? Is she alright?" He asked, immediately getting worried.

"No- I um," the nurse ran her fingers through her hair. "No. She's not. She abruptly woke up, breathing heavily. At first, I thought she had woken up from a bad dream and was trying to catch her breath... but when I went to check on her... She was shaking, and then she started sobbing."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Is she having-"

The nurse nodded, knowing what he was about to ask. "-A panic attack. Yes. And she's not letting anyone near her. Doctor Im is trying to get her to calm down, but it's no use."

"Shit," he cursed. "Where are they now?"

"In the second tiger hybrid room. We asked the other hybrids to leave the room so we could get y/n to try and calm down," the nurse explained.

"Let's go," he said before the nurse nodded and rushed out of his office.

"There she is, Doctor Kim," the nurse breathed, pointing to you, sitting in the middle of your bed with your knees to your chest. And sitting on the bed adjacent to yours was Luna, and she had a worried expression.

She had tried to get you to calm down but failed. You wouldn't listen to her- no, it's more like you couldn't hear her.

"Luna," Taehyung said, and the doctor gave him a small smile.

"Thanks for bringing him here," Luna sighed, thanking the nurse before turning to her friend. "I asked her to call you because I believe you're the only person who can help her. She's been here for a little over a month now. And you're still the only doctor she trusts. At least, the one she trusts the most."

Taehyung looked at you before nodding. "I'll try to get her breathing to be steady… and I'll try to get her to open up."

"Alright. We'll give you guys a moment," Luna said before asking the nurse to leave with her.

"y/n," he softly said as he inched closer to the bed. "Can you look at me?"

He wasn't sure if you could even hear him. It seemed like you were too busy whispering things to yourself to notice him.

Whatever you dreamt about caused you to snap and panic, and he needed to help get your mind off of whatever that was to help you calm down.

But to do that, he needed to figure out a way to get you to focus your attention on him without him touching you.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, hoping it would grab your attention and cause you to finally acknowledge his presence.

He almost sighed in relief when you finally looked at him. But that relief quickly disappeared, and his heart began to sink when he looked at him with fear in your eyes.

'On no,' he thought. He didn't mean to scare you.

"It's just me, y/n. Taehyung," he softly said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just needed you to look at me."

"Tae-h-hyung?"

When you choked out his name, he wanted to take you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but he knew he couldn't. You weren't comfortable enough for that.

"Mhm," he hummed, taking a seat at the foot of your bed. "I want you to focus on me and copy what I do, okay? I need you to calm down."

Five minutes. Taehyung sat there, helping you steady your breathing for five minutes. Instructing you to close your eyes and take deep breaths.

By now, you were sitting with your legs crossed and stopped crying. But you were still shaking a little.

"Do you think you can tell me what's wrong?" he asked, taking off his white coat before draping it over your shoulders.

"I just had a- a nightmare," you whispered, using his coat to wipe your wet cheeks.

"Can I ask what it was about?"

You nervously nibbled on your bottom lip, wondering- or rather, you were afraid of Taehyung's reaction. You knew if you told him about your dream, it would lead to you telling him about your previous owners.

You were afraid he wouldn't want to talk to you and consider you useless once he's heard the things you've done under your old owners.

"I won't view you any differently, y/n, if that's what you're afraid of," he told you as if he could read your mind. "I promise."

"You promise?" You asked, and he nodded, giving you a small smile.

"It was about my old owners... I dreamt about them, and when I woke up, I was terrified because, for a minute, I thought they had found me and come to take me," you said, tears brimming in your eyes. "I don't ever want to go back to them, Taehyung. I hated it there."

You began to tell him about how life was before he found you hiding in an alleyway. You told him about the type of people your owners were, the things they made you do, how they treated you... you told Taehyung everything.

And Taehyung sat there and listened. Listening to everything you had to say.

He knew where you had come from wasn't a good place, but he didn't expect it to be as bad as you described it.

He felt horrible knowing that the abuse and poor treatment you experienced was all you knew.

So many things made sense to him now.

Why it took you so long to talk to someone. Why you didn't want anyone near you. Why you were in the condition you were in when you were found...

"That's everything," you whispered, wiping your nose. "I understand if you view me differently. I don't think anyone would want-"

"I promised I wouldn't see you differently, didn't I?" He asked, carefully bringing his hands up to wipe the tears off your cheek. "You're still the same y/n I met about a month ago. The only thing different is that I know your story."

"Just because you promised doesn't mean you won't think that way," you sighed, feeling like crying again. "I've heard about how humans feel with hybrids in situations like mine, and It's not surprising if you feel the same way too. After everything I've done and been through... who would want a hybrid like me? I was told chances of me finding a new home were few because no one would adopt a used-up hybrid like me..."

"A lot of people would," he told you, taking a hand. "And you aren't used up. Who even- never mind... but please don't say that about yourself..."

"You'd be surprised that despite all this, I wouldn't mind having an owner. I've heard hybrids talk about how some of their owners treated them, and I want to experience that. I want an owner who'll treat me nicely..." you said. "Even though deep down... I'm scared."

"You want an owner who'll treat you nicely?" He softly asked, and you nodded. "Then allow me to adopt you, y/n."

He's been wanting to adopt you for a while now, but he's never dared to say it.

He wanted to show you how you should've been treated from the start. He wanted to be the person who would you show that. He wanted you to experience some of the nice things other hybrids experience. And he wanted to be there with you.

"What?" you asked, tears brimming in your eyes. "You want to adopt me? Me?"

He nodded, taking both your hands in his. "Would you be okay with me adopting you, though? You have a say in this, you know..."

"I... do, but I'm scared. I'm scared of going through all of that again," you breathed, closing your eyes.

You trusted someone, and they tricked you into terrible things. Taehyung understood why you were scared of letting another person in.

"I- gosh," you breathed before you began to sob, falling forward and burying your head into your chest.

He didn't expect you to start crying again, let alone cry in his arms, but he didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around you and gently stroked your hair.

"I understand," he whispered. "But I promise I'll treat you the right way, y/n. And I would never let go through all that again."

"R-really?" You asked, and he hummed in response.

"I'll take care of you," he soothed. "so let me, please."

i feel like rewriting this omg but i really hope you liked it :D

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warning: fluff, self-deprecation, comfort | not requested

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"...what's wrong, darling?"

you shake felix's hand on your shoulder off as you storm off straight to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind you before he can follow in after you. you don't want him to see your ugliness, you don't want him to see the dark feelings twisted up inside your heart, you don't want him to see you at all. you're crying, it's obvious by the small hiccups that leave your mouth, from the onslaught of tears that rain from your eyes, but each drop is filled with total fiery anger, with hollow sadness, with bitter hatred.

there are several knocks on the door as soon as you lock it behind you. "darling, please...what's wrong? you can tell me...i won't judge, i'll listen to you, okay?" his voice is panicked, frantic, but you can tell he's trying his best to be gentle, to be the steady stone that holds the two of you up.

"leave me alone!" you shout, sinking to the floor as you lean your back on the drawers at the sink, burying your face in your hands to muffle the sobs that leave your mouth.

your boyfriend tries the doorknob, and it only wiggles in response. he knocks again before you hear him speak. "no, please, darling...you don't have to let me in, we can just talk..." you can hear that he knows, he knows that you need him right now.

guilt spreads throughout your body from the way you yelled at him . you can hear the pain in his voice, the sadness in it. you know he doesn't deserve it, but you can't...you can't let him stay near you, you can't. you don't want to infect someone as sweet as him, you don't want him to turn out as bad as you. how else could you do that other than pushing him away? even if it hurts you to be so cruel to him, to shut him out, if it protects him from the monster you are, then that's fine with you.

you bite your quivering bottom lip, preventing yourself from speaking, from spilling all the thoughts that rush through your throbbing head.

"...darling, did i do something wrong? i'm sorry..."

you shake your head quickly even though he can't even see you. "no," you say in a softer but still choked up voice, and you're sure he can hear the tremor in it. you want him so badly, you want to be in his arms again and let him comfort you with all that he is, but this is for the best. the best for him, for you. "it's not you...it's me."

"then...please let me hear what you have to say...you know i-i'm always here for you, okay?"

it's quiet as you try not to give in from hearing his voice crack mid-sentence, to hear him actually cry for you through the little hiccups you can tell he's trying to keep quiet but you can still hear them anyway. it breaks your heart, it makes you clench your fists so hard that your nails are digging into your palms and you're gritting your teeth. he's too good for you, he's too good. you can't...you won't drag him down with you, you don't want him to feel like this over you. "please, lixie...i don't...i can't..." the words come out more broken than you intended, and then everything's silent again.

all you can hear is the sound of your breathing, the small sharp inhales you do to breathe amidst your tears, the deafening silence. it feels like it lasts forever, and you think that he's gone, but then there's a gentle tap near the bottom of the door.

"darling...i love you so much..." the three words you always love to hear, you don't want to. your heart hurts even more at the familiar warmth of his voice, like stabs with a needle because you want him so badly, you want to give in and fall into his arms. "...if you cry, i cry too, and i'll hold you in my arms like this...hold your hands like this..." towards the end of that sentence, you can hear the shifting of his clothes as he moves, and you have no doubt he's doing it with the air right now, the smile in his voice. it's a smile for you, you know, but...you can't. you don't want to give in, but you feel yourself already melting from his words alone, from the pure sincerity and love in them alone, from all the beautiful memories you have with him that he's been there for you.

you know you can trust felix, you just won't let yourself go because you're scared. scared of hurting him, that you're not good enough with this ugliness he somehow can't see himself, because what if he does see it? what if he leaves you when he does? it's a pain you can't take, a pain you're willing to spare you both from. you'd rather remain beautiful in his memories and ugly from the one moment you break his heart rather than him discovering this pathetic ugliness inside you.

you don't respond for however long, maybe it's an hour or just a few minutes, but he taps again on the door gently, once, twice again, as if to tell you, "i'm still here for you". your tears haven't dried completely, but hearing those taps makes them come out all over again, this time from greed. greed for wanting him, for wanting to love him.

"...no matter what happens, no matter what you have to say, to hide, darling...i'll be here for you...to understand you, to trust you, to accept you, to love you...that's what i chose. so please...choose me too."

you take a deep breath, getting up off the floor slowly. his smile, his voice, his warmth, everything, all of it...you choose to trust in it, to trust in all that he is, just like he said he's chosen you, to trust in you. he's said indirectly that he'll choose you despite this ugliness you have, because he loves you, you know he does. and you want to take a chance, take a chance with him like how he's always taken a chance with you, to have chosen you in the first place, because this isn't the first time you've broken down over this.

maybe it's finally time to tell him all about it, and then maybe you can move on from these terrible feelings inside you, from the ugliness that tries to consume you and your self-esteem and self-worth sometimes, from the hopelessness that tries to take over completely to put an end to the happiness you so desperately want with felix.

the door swings open and you're face-to-face with the man you love with all that you are, tear streaks almost identical to yours upon his beautiful freckled cheeks, and you give him the best smile you can right now. it's filled with love, filled with gratitude, filled with hope, filled with affection as he takes your hands in his just as he said he would, rubbing them slowly, gently with his fingers, squeezing them as he gives you a smile of his own, a smile that matches yours, that completes yours.

"...i choose you too, lixie."

note: i've been feeling like a shitty person because of my circumstances and environment lately, so i wrote this. it has not been great for me these past few days and it's just been a continuous crash of my mental health lately thanks to a lot of different factors (agh, i'm sorry to my moots for barely reading any of your works lately). dw, i'm okay...i'll be okay.

but this was inspired off of this video of felix being an absolute sweetheart that i saved on my youtube playlist when i want to cry and need to feel better. i found it again after looking through it again today. i suggest you guys save this video too because he's really just too good for this world. hyunjin will always be my ult bias but felix will always have a special place in my heart for clips like this and the other ones i found of him. i didn't really specify what the ugliness was exactly (kind of? not really?) but i know i was more specific about the pain. this was self indulgent, okay? anyway...yeah, enough of my rambling.

for those of you who feel like you're an ugly person whether it's on the inside or outside or you feel bad for feeling a certain way...i hope this comforts you, gives you hope that there's someone out there who will love you and comfort you like felix does in this fic. i was really happy seeing how many people were comforted by the one i wrote for hyunjin, so i hope this one has a similar effect on all of you. thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoyed as always. ♥

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