#𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐕𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 �� . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[wonlvures]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 — YANG JUNGWON

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, romance

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you surprise Jungwon on his birthday!

𝐀.𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: im back?? anywayss happy birthday to jungwon <33

The sun had barely risen, but you were already awake, heart fluttering with excitement. Today was Jungwon's birthday, and you had planned a surprise that would make him feel like the most special person in the world. You had spent the last few days planning everything, picking up decorations, a personalized gift, and, of course, the perfect cake.

You peeked at your phone—8:00 AM. Jungwon always texted you first thing in the morning, and sure enough, your phone buzzed with a message from him:

"Good morning, Y/N! I hope you slept well. I can’t wait to see you today! :)"

You smiled to yourself, heart skipping a beat at how sweet he was. It was his birthday, but he still thought of you before anything else. You quickly texted back:

"Good morning, birthday boy! I have a little surprise for you later ;) See you soon!"

After sending the message, you began to prepare your little surprise. You set up the decorations—twinkling fairy lights hanging across the ceiling, rose petals scattered across the floor, and a small table with candles that flickered softly. The room looked cozy, warm, and perfect for a private celebration. The only thing missing was Jungwon.

A few hours later, you heard a knock at the door. Your heart raced as you rushed to answer it. Standing outside was Jungwon, looking effortlessly handsome in a simple sweater and jeans. But what really caught your attention was the soft blush on his cheeks and the excitement in his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Jungwon!" you said, smiling brightly as you pulled him into a tight hug.

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you in return. "Thanks, Y/N. I’m really looking forward to today. But... what's this surprise you mentioned?" His voice had a playful tone, but you could tell he was both curious and excited.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, leading him to the cozy setup you’d prepared. Jungwon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the decorations and the glowing candles. He looked at you in disbelief. "You did all this… for me?"

"Of course, you deserve it," you said softly, your heart melting as you watched him take in the surprise. He looked so touched, his expression sweet and almost shy as he stepped closer. "I wanted to make sure your birthday was as special as you are."

Jungwon’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, his fingers brushing against yours. "You really know how to make a guy feel loved," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His words made your heart swell with warmth.

You smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "Well, I think you're the one who deserves all the love today. I’m so lucky to have you in my life."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. "I’m the lucky one," he murmured, his lips lingering near your skin.

After a moment, he pulled away, his eyes meeting yours with an adorable sparkle. “Is there more to the surprise?” he asked, his voice teasing.

You giggled, feeling giddy from his affection. "Of course. There’s a gift, too." You handed him a small, neatly wrapped box.

Jungwon looked at you curiously before carefully unwrapping it. His eyes lit up when he saw what was inside—a bracelet with a charm that had both of your initials on it. It was simple, but the meaning behind it was something special. He turned it over in his hands, a soft smile spreading across his face.

"This... this is so thoughtful," he whispered, his fingers grazing the bracelet. "I’ll wear it all the time. Thank you, Y/N."

You felt a warmth spread in your chest, your cheeks flushing as you reached up to gently tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “I’m glad you like it. You deserve something that shows how much you mean to me.”

He smiled shyly, his cheeks flushed. "You mean the world to me, Y/N." His voice was so soft, and in that moment, it felt like the whole world was just the two of you.

The two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling, talking, and enjoying each other's company in the most intimate way. Jungwon would occasionally glance at you with that adorable, bashful smile of his, and every time, your heart would skip a beat.

When the clock struck midnight, Jungwon pulled you closer, his hands gently cupping your face. “Thank you, Y/N, for making my birthday unforgettable. I’ve never felt so loved.” His voice was so sincere, so full of emotion.

You smiled softly, your fingers brushing along his jawline. “You’ve always been special to me, Jungwon. And I’ll always make sure you know that.”

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed you gently, the warmth of his lips sending a thrill down your spine. The kiss was soft and tender, a promise of more moments like this to come. And as you held him close, you knew that this birthday would be one he would never forget.

[wonlvures]

A QUIET CONNECTION — YOO JIMIN (PT.1)

PAIRING: Girlfriend!Karina x Girlfriend!reader

GENRE: fluff, romance

SYNOPSIS: Y/N, lost in a book, unexpectedly meets Karina, and through a shared conversation about the escape found in art—whether through stories or music—a gentle connection forms between them, leading to the promise of more moments together, as both women realize this fleeting encounter could be the start of something meaningful.

The café was quiet, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down, and the world outside felt distant. Y/N sat by the window, her fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, her eyes glued to the pages of the book in her hands. She had always loved this café for the calm it provided—no rush, no noise, just the soft hum of background music and the occasional sound of a barista calling out an order.

She’d come here often, escaping into her stories as the outside world faded away. Today was no different—until the door opened and a new presence caught her attention.

Karina stood just inside, scanning the room. She was tall, with long, dark hair that framed her face, and a certain quiet intensity about her that immediately caught Y/N’s eye. She had that kind of presence—something subtle but magnetic. Y/N couldn’t help but watch her for a moment as she looked around for a seat.

Their eyes met for a brief second, and Y/N quickly looked back at her book, feeling a strange flutter in her chest. She wasn’t the type to get distracted easily, but there was something about this woman that seemed to draw her in.

Karina hesitated, then, almost as if on instinct, she walked over to Y/N’s table.

“Hey,” Karina said softly, her voice a little tentative, “Is this seat taken?”

Y/N looked up, startled for a moment, but then she saw the warm smile on Karina’s face and felt an unexpected calm wash over her. “No,” Y/N said quickly, smiling back. “You’re good. Please, sit down.”

Karina hesitated for just a moment longer before sliding into the seat across from her. She ordered a coffee from the counter, then returned to the table, settling in with a quiet, almost shy energy.

Y/N found herself watching her again, curious about this stranger who had just appeared in her little world. There was a softness to Karina’s features, but also something unspoken—like there was more beneath the surface. Something familiar. Something that made Y/N’s heart beat a little faster, though she couldn’t explain why.

Karina seemed to feel the same kind of quiet pull. She glanced at Y/N’s book, her eyes lingering for a moment before she spoke again. “What are you reading?” Her voice was gentle, like she was testing the waters, unsure of how to start.

Y/N glanced down at the book in her hands and smiled. “It’s just a novel I’ve read a few times,” she said. “It’s one of those stories that pulls you in, you know? Like, you can’t stop reading once you start.”

Karina’s eyes lit up with interest. “I get that,” she said, her gaze now fully on Y/N. “I love music for the same reason. It’s like I get lost in it, and everything else just fades away.”

Y/N found herself nodding, her fingers lightly tapping the rim of her coffee cup. “Yeah, exactly. I think that’s why people love art—whether it’s books or music or something else. It’s like you get to leave everything behind and just exist in that moment.”

The conversation felt easy, natural. They weren’t strangers anymore; in those few moments, a quiet understanding had formed between them. Karina seemed to relax, her posture softening as she leaned in slightly.

“Do you read a lot?” Karina asked, genuinely curious. Her voice was softer now, more personal.

Y/N shrugged. “I guess you could say that. Reading is like my escape. I love stories where I can get lost in someone else’s world. It’s like a break from everything that’s real.”

Karina smiled, the warmth of it reaching her eyes. “I get that,” she said again, her voice low and thoughtful. “I think that’s why I play guitar. It’s my way of feeling... connected, I guess. Like when the music flows, everything else just falls away, and it’s like I’m part of something bigger.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the way Karina spoke—so open, so sincere. It wasn’t often that people shared things like that so easily. But with Karina, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“You play guitar?” Y/N asked, her voice soft with interest.

Karina nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I’ve been playing for years. It’s... the one thing that’s always made sense to me.”

Y/N felt a spark of connection, something deeper than just a casual conversation. She wanted to know more. “I’d love to hear you play sometime,” she said before she could stop herself.

Karina’s eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. “You’d want to hear me play?”

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady but soft. “I think it would be amazing. I’ve always loved music, but I’ve never really learned an instrument. There’s something about the way it can make you feel like everything else is just... background noise.”

Karina’s expression softened, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She looked down for a moment, clearly flustered by the compliment, but when she looked back up at Y/N, there was a warmth in her eyes that made Y/N’s heart race.

“I’d love that,” Karina said, her voice barely a whisper. “I think... maybe I’ll even write something for you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart full. “I’d really like that.”

The conversation between them shifted into quieter moments. The air around them felt charged with a quiet energy, something unspoken that hung between them like a secret. Karina and Y/N both felt it—the pull, the connection, the way everything around them seemed to disappear when they were together.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden light across the café, Y/N’s eyes fluttered to the clock. It was getting late. She didn’t want to leave, but she knew she had to.

“So, um,” Y/N said, biting her lip nervously. “Would you maybe want to do this again? Grab coffee sometime?”

Karina’s heart fluttered, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’d really like that,” she said softly. “More than you know.”

They both stood up, reluctant to end the moment, but neither of them wanting to overstay it either. The world outside seemed a little less intimidating now, a little more inviting. There was a promise in the air—an unspoken understanding that this was just the beginning.

“See you soon?” Y/N asked, her voice low, almost shy now.

Karina nodded, her smile gentle and warm. “Definitely.”

As they parted ways that evening, both women walked away with the same thought: This was just the beginning.

[wonlvures]

FALLING FOR YOU ୨୧ - SIM JAEYUN

PAIRING: idol!Jake x Idol!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and Jake secretly have a thing for each other when you guys are idols and have a secret relationship

GENRE: fluff, romance

AUTHORS NOTE: this was highly requested by a generous user!

Jake had always known that being an idol would come with its fair share of challenges—late nights, early mornings, grueling schedules, and fans who loved him unconditionally. But there was one thing he hadn’t expected when he first entered this world: to meet someone who didn’t seem to care about any of that.

It happened on the set of a variety show. Jake, along with his group, had been invited to participate in a cooking challenge against another group of idols, and Y/N was the one chosen to co-host and judge. She had been in the industry for a while, but not in the same group as Jake. He had seen her on TV, admired her work, but he never imagined their paths would cross in such a casual way.

The cameras rolled, and the challenge began. Jake, known for being a bit of a perfectionist, was focused on the task at hand, but there was something about the way Y/N smiled and teased the contestants that caught his attention. She was sharp, quick-witted, and radiated a warm, approachable energy that made everyone around her relax. Jake noticed, too, that she didn’t treat him like a star. While others hesitated or were overly polite, she was relaxed with him—like they were just two people doing their jobs.

During the break between filming, they ended up sitting next to each other. Y/N turned to him with a grin.

“You know, I’m actually kind of impressed by your cooking skills. I thought idols couldn’t cook.”

Jake laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I may not be a chef, but I can follow a recipe. Plus, I’ve been living on takeout too long. I had to learn something.”

Y/N’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I totally get it. If I didn’t learn how to cook, I’d be living on ramen forever.”

As the conversation flowed easily, Jake realized just how down-to-earth she was. She didn’t talk about her fame or her achievements. Instead, she asked about his hobbies, his favorite food, and even complained about the exhaustion of being in the industry. It was refreshing. She wasn’t fawning over him, or putting him on a pedestal—she just treated him like a regular person, which, for Jake, felt rare.

When filming wrapped up, they exchanged numbers to keep in touch for future shows. Jake didn’t think much of it at the time—he figured it was just part of the job. But over the next few weeks, he found himself looking forward to her messages.

Their texts started off small—simple messages about scheduling, a funny meme here and there, or asking each other for advice about their upcoming performances. But something shifted as the days went on. They began to open up more. Y/N shared her worries about the pressures of being an idol—how fans’ expectations sometimes felt suffocating. Jake, in turn, confessed his own struggles with the constant demand to be perfect, to always smile, to always give his best even when he was running on empty.

It was during one of these late-night conversations that Jake found himself looking at his phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard, uncertain of what to say. He had never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but there was something about Y/N that made him want to.

He typed, then deleted, then typed again.

Jake: "I know we’ve only known each other a little while, but... I feel like I can actually be myself around you. And I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately."

Y/N’s response came just a few moments later.

Y/N: "Jake, I feel the same way. I’ve never really had a chance to connect with anyone like this in the industry. It’s... kind of nice."

Jake felt a weight lift off his chest. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was talking to someone who wasn’t interested in his status as an idol but in him—the person behind the image.

It wasn’t long before they started meeting up in person. Sometimes it was after a late-night show or a photoshoot, where they’d steal a few quiet moments for themselves. They didn’t have to go to fancy restaurants or glamorous locations. It was the small things that mattered—grabbing bubble tea together, walking around the park after a long day, or just sitting in a cafe and talking about everything and nothing at all.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of filming, Jake texted her again.

Jake: "Hey, I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready to collapse. Want to meet up for a quick bite? Somewhere quiet?"

Y/N read the message and smiled, already feeling the same fatigue, but also the familiar pull of wanting to see him again. There was something comforting about being with Jake—something that allowed her to forget about the bright lights and the pressure for just a little while.

Y/N: "Sounds perfect. Meet you at the usual place?"

They met at a small, out-of-the-way restaurant, a little hole-in-the-wall that had become their spot. It was the kind of place where no one cared who they were or what they did for a living. No flashing cameras, no eager fans. Just food, laughter, and quiet moments together.

As they sat down, Jake looked at her across the table, watching the way she pushed her hair behind her ear, a habit she had when she was nervous or thinking.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Lately, I’ve realized I look forward to our conversations more than anything. It’s... it’s strange, but it feels different with you. Like I can finally relax.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter, her chest tightening with an unfamiliar warmth. She had thought about Jake a lot too—about how easy it was to talk to him, how much she enjoyed his presence, and how it felt like they were falling into something that was beyond just friendship.

“Jake,” she started, her voice a little more nervous than she intended, “I feel the same way. You’re... different from everyone else I’ve met. I feel like I can just be myself.”

There was a long pause, and Jake’s gaze softened. Then, almost as if he had been holding his breath, he leaned in slightly.

“Y/N, I like you. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I—"

Before he could finish, Y/N reached across the table, placing her hand on his.

“I like you too,” she said, her smile genuine and a little shy. “I’ve been trying to figure out when the right moment would be to say it, but I guess... now’s as good a time as any.”

Jake laughed softly, the tension in his body releasing. He didn’t need to say anything more—he could see it in her eyes. They had both been tiptoeing around something that had always been there, and now, it felt like they had finally crossed that invisible line.

From that night forward, their relationship deepened. They still had their moments of uncertainty—moments when the pressure of being public figures weighed heavily on them. But through it all, they kept finding ways to support each other, even when the world seemed too loud or too demanding.

They continued to meet in secret, sharing quiet moments in the midst of their busy lives. Sometimes they would slip away for a quick coffee, other times they would sit in the park at night, talking about their hopes for the future, about what they wanted for themselves and each other.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice, Y/N found herself waiting for Jake outside the practice room. When he stepped out, exhausted but smiling, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you always this tired?” she teased.

Jake grinned, his eyes bright despite the exhaustion. “Pretty much. But it’s worth it when I get to see you.”

Y/N smiled, feeling her heart flutter once again. It was in moments like these that she realized how much they had changed each other—not as idols, but as people. Jake wasn’t just the idol she had admired from afar; he was someone she could trust, someone who understood the difficulties of their world and who was willing to take the time to show her that there was more to life than just the spotlight.

And as for Jake, he had never imagined that something so simple, so pure, could grow out of the chaos of their shared world. But with Y/N by his side, he began to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for love to bloom amid the flashing cameras and the noise.

Their love wasn’t something they shouted from rooftops or shared on social media—it was something they kept close, something between the two of them. But in their hearts, it was more than enough.

Together, they learned that sometimes the most unexpected connections are the ones that last the longest.

[wonlvures]

˚୨୧⋆. A QUIET CONNECTION — YOO JIMIN (PT.2)

PAIRING: Girlfriend!Karina x Girlfriend!reader

GENRE: fluff, romance

SYNOPSIS: Y/N, lost in a book, unexpectedly meets Karina, and through a shared conversation about the escape found in art—whether through stories or music—a gentle connection forms between them, leading to the promise of more moments together, as both women realize this fleeting encounter could be the start of something meaningful.

After that fateful meeting, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Karina. Their spontaneous conversation at the café had left a mark on her—a quiet but undeniable shift in the way she saw the world. It was like meeting Karina had peeled away a layer she didn’t even realize she had, revealing a new sense of possibility.

For the next week, Y/N found herself looking forward to their texts more than anything else. It started with casual check-ins—Karina sharing an interesting article, Y/N sending over a funny meme—but it quickly deepened. Soon, they were exchanging thoughts about books they loved, sharing random anecdotes from their day, and discussing their dreams for the future.

Y/N realized that Karina wasn’t just easy to talk to; she was also someone who seemed to understand the things Y/N had never fully articulated to anyone else. Karina had a way of seeing the world, of seeing her, that felt both rare and precious.

It was Friday again when they met at the café. The rain had returned, but it felt different this time. Instead of serving as a backdrop to their conversation, it had become a companion to their growing connection. Y/N arrived early, finding their usual corner booth already taken. But when she saw Karina walk in, her heart did a little skip.

Karina's face lit up when she saw Y/N, her smile warm and genuine. She waved, her umbrella still dripping, before coming to sit across from Y/N.

“You’re early today,” Karina remarked, sliding into the booth and setting her coffee down. “I was half-expecting you to be fashionably late like usual.”

Y/N laughed, a little embarrassed. “I think the rain made me want to get here early. It just feels... right, you know?”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Karina replied, her eyes sparkling. “The rain has this calming effect. It’s like everything slows down for a while.

They smiled at each other, and for a moment, Y/N felt an undeniable pull—a connection that went beyond the surface. She hadn’t expected to feel so comfortable with someone so quickly.

As they chatted, time seemed to blur. The conversation was effortless, like a dance they had unknowingly learned together. They shared more about their lives, the things that made them laugh, the things that scared them. Y/N learned that Karina was an artist, someone who saw the world through a lens of color and shape. She painted and sketched whenever she could, finding beauty in the smallest details that most people would miss.

“I think art is about seeing the world the way it’s meant to be seen,” Karina said thoughtfully, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “It’s not just about what’s in front of you—it’s about capturing the feeling, the energy.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling a little. She understood that. She had always felt the same way about writing, how every story wasn’t just a string of words—it was about the emotions that came with it, the undercurrent of meaning beneath each sentence.

“You’re a writer, right?” Karina asked, her voice soft but curious.

Y/N smiled, a little sheepish. “I try to be. Mostly, I write for myself. But I’ve always felt like I’m writing letters that I never send. Unwritten things that I can never quite say out loud.”

Karina’s eyes softened, like she understood the weight of Y/N’s words. “Maybe you’ll write one to someone who understands you one day,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart skipped. She wasn’t sure if it was the depth of the conversation or the way Karina’s gaze held hers, but something in her chest fluttered.

Before she could respond, Karina shifted in her seat and reached into her bag, pulling out a small sketchbook. “I know it’s not much,” she said, her cheeks tinged with pink, “but I thought you might like to see something I’ve been working on.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know why, but the idea of Karina sharing her art felt intimate—more intimate than anything they had shared so far. Karina flipped open the sketchbook to reveal a series of detailed sketches of cityscapes, of people lost in their own thoughts, and of small moments that seemed insignificant but were full of life. Each drawing felt like a window into Karina’s soul, like she had captured pieces of the world in the most delicate way.

“This is beautiful,” Y/N said, her voice filled with awe. “You... you really have a way of seeing things, Karina. I didn’t expect something like this.”

Karina looked down, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t really show it to anyone. I guess I’m just... not ready to share that part of me yet.”

Y/N's heart ached, but in a good way. Karina had shared something so personal, so vulnerable, without hesitation. The weight of the moment settled between them like a secret they now held together.

“I think you should share it more,” Y/N said, her voice soft but certain. “You have something special. People would be lucky to see it.”

Karina looked up at her, her eyes searching, as if looking for something in Y/N’s expression. After a beat, she smiled again, and this time, it felt different—like it carried with it a promise.

“Maybe one day,” Karina murmured.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of rain pattering against the windows. Both of them looked out at the world beyond, the city streets blurred by water, lights shimmering in the gray.

As the evening wore on, the conversation shifted again. But now, there was a new undercurrent, something unspoken between them. The quiet connection that had begun to blossom felt like it was no longer just a fleeting thing—it was becoming something real.

By the time the café was closing and the lights dimmed, Y/N felt a gentle sadness that the night was ending. They stood outside in the light drizzle, the air cool against their skin.

“Well,” Karina said, her voice a little hesitant, “I guess I should head home.”

Y/N nodded, her heart aching a little at the thought of parting ways. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

As they walked down the street together, the soft sound of rain on the pavement was the only noise around them. When they reached the entrance to Karina’s apartment, she paused, turning to face Y/N. There was a moment of quiet, where neither of them spoke, but the space between them was charged with an unspoken question.

Before Y/N could say anything, Karina leaned in, her lips brushing gently against Y/N’s cheek. The simple, tender gesture left Y/N breathless, her heart racing in her chest.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” Karina said softly, stepping back with a smile that was full of meaning.

Y/N nodded, her heart full, but before she could respond, Karina turned and disappeared into the building, leaving Y/N standing under the streetlight, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the rain.

As she walked back to her apartment, Y/N couldn’t help but think that something had changed between them—something beautiful and new, like an unwritten letter finally finding its way home.

[wonlvures]

THE KIND OF GIRL . . . — HUH YUNJIN

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 :: in which . . . the kind of girlfriend she is :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Girlfriend!Yunjin x Girlfriend!reader

𝐀.𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Finally done working on this draft 🥳‼️

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 is that kind of girlfriend to be clingy during a movie night (She also teases you a lot)

Yunjin leans back into the couch, her head resting against your shoulder as the soft light of the TV flickers in the dim room. You’re both wrapped up in a cozy blanket, the warmth of her body pressed against yours.

She glances up at you with a soft smile, her fingers absently tracing circles on your arm. “Are you enjoying the movie?” she asks, her voice low, gentle.

You nod, but your eyes are more focused on her than the screen. “It’s good, but you’re way more interesting than the plot.”

Yunjin raises an eyebrow, amused. “Oh really?” She sits up a little, looking at you with playful eyes. “I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

You grin and pull her closer. “I’d choose you over any movie, any day.”

She laughs, her hand resting on your chest as her heart skips a beat. "You're such a softie."

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 is also that kind of girlfriend to kiss your neck or forehead when she’s comforting you when you had a bad day

You were exhausted and frustrated when Yunjin pulled you into a tight hug.

“You’re okay,” she whispered, pressing you close. “I’m here.”

You buried your face in her chest, letting her warmth soothe you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Yunjin kissed your forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 would also be overprotective over you too, even if your leaving to meet with your friends

You were on your way out to meet friends when Yunjin grabbed your wrist, her gaze serious.

You chuckled, brushing her hand off. "Yunjin, I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick meetup."

But she didn’t back down. "I know. But still... I don't like the idea of you out there alone. Just promise you’ll text me when you get there, okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay going alone?" she asked, her tone laced with concern. "It’s getting late. And what if something happens?"

You chuckled, brushing her hand off. "Yunjin, I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick meetup."

You sighed but couldn’t help the fond smile forming. “I promise, overprotective girlfriend.”

She raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not overprotective. I just love you too much.”

You kissed her forehead. "I love you too. I’ll be back soon, I swear."

As you stepped out, you couldn't help but smile again at how much she cared—even if it was a little much sometimes.

[wonlvures]

( 김채원 ) — A DAY IN THE PARK — KIM CHAEWON

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluffy, romance, cutesy

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and Chaewon spend a day in the park together!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Girlfriend!Chaewon x Girlfriend!reader

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

It was a quiet, rainy afternoon in Seoul, the kind where the world seemed to slow down, and everything felt a little softer. Y/N had just finished her shift at the café and was walking home, the droplets of rain creating little patterns on the pavement. She loved moments like this—just her, the rain, and the peaceful hum of the city around her.

But as she turned a corner, she spotted a familiar figure under the awning of a nearby store. Chaewon.

Her heart skipped a beat. The Lesserafim leader was standing there, looking a bit out of place in the light drizzle, her umbrella abandoned by her side, as if she was lost in her thoughts. Y/N had been a fan for as long as she could remember, but she never imagined that one day, she'd be standing this close to her.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but curiosity and the urge to help won out. She stepped forward.

“Chaewon-ssi?” Y/N’s voice was soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Chaewon’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise. She didn’t expect anyone to recognize her here, in this quiet corner of the city. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Oh, hey,” Chaewon said, her voice warm and friendly, “I didn’t see you there. Sorry if I startled you.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “No, no. It’s just... what are you doing out here in the rain?”

Chaewon glanced down at her umbrella, which had tipped over in the wind. She picked it up and shrugged. “I think I got lost in my own thoughts. I was supposed to meet someone, but I guess the rain threw me off.”

Y/N smiled sympathetically, stepping a little closer. “You shouldn’t be standing out here like this. Let me walk you to the subway or something.”

Chaewon blinked, surprised by the offer. “Really? You don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile. “It’s not every day I get to walk with a star.”

Chaewon laughed softly, a hint of warmth in her expression. “I’m no star. But... I’d really appreciate it.”

The two of them began walking together, Y/N holding her umbrella a little closer to Chaewon, shielding them both from the rain. Their steps fell in sync, a rhythm that felt surprisingly natural, as if they had done this a hundred times before.

“So, where are you headed?” Y/N asked, trying to make small talk as they strolled through the wet streets.

“Just a nearby café. But... I don’t know. I think I need some time to clear my head. Things have been a bit hectic lately, you know?” Chaewon’s voice softened, her shoulders slumping slightly.

Y/N nodded, understanding more than she let on. “I can imagine. Being in a group like Lesserafim must be a lot of pressure.”

Chaewon glanced at her, a little surprised at how perceptive Y/N seemed. “It’s not always easy. But... moments like this, like talking to you, help.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the sincerity in her voice. “I’m glad. You seem like someone who carries a lot of weight, but you don’t always have to do it alone.”

Chaewon smiled, and for a moment, Y/N could see the vulnerability in her eyes, something rare for someone so strong and composed on stage. It made her admire Chaewon even more.

They reached the subway entrance, where the crowds were thickening as the rain showed no sign of letting up. Y/N stopped and turned to Chaewon, giving her a smile. “I guess this is where we part ways.”

Chaewon looked at her for a moment, as if considering something. “Wait,” she said, pulling something from her bag—a small notebook. “I... I’d like to keep in touch. You’re really easy to talk to, and I’d love to do this again sometime.”

Y/N blinked, stunned. “You... want to keep in touch with me?”

Chaewon laughed softly, her cheeks turning pink. “I do. If that’s okay with you.”

Without thinking, Y/N nodded eagerly. “Of course! I’d love to.”

Chaewon scribbled something in the notebook and tore out the page, handing it to Y/N. “Here’s my number. Call me sometime... maybe we can grab coffee or something.”

Y/N took the paper, her hand trembling slightly. “I will. I promise.”

As Chaewon turned to head toward the subway, she stopped and looked back one last time. “Hey, thanks for today. It was... really nice.”

Y/N grinned, feeling her heart soar. “Anytime.”

With a wave, Chaewon disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing there, holding the piece of paper like it was the most precious thing in the world.

And as the rain continued to fall, Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself. Maybe the universe had a funny way of bringing people together.

But, for now, she was just happy that Chaewon was part of her world—even if only for a brief moment.

[wonlvures]

CONFESSIONS UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS - LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING: Heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Once you and heeseung got very close and you started falling for him and got nervous to confess your feelings to him

GENRE: Fluff, friends to lovers, romance

It had been a few months since you and Heeseung started getting closer. What started as casual hangouts after practice, talking about music, or grabbing food together, slowly turned into something more. The late-night phone calls, the inside jokes that no one else understood, and the way he always seemed to remember the little things you’d mentioned in passing—it was all becoming too much to ignore.

You tried to convince yourself it was just a phase, that it would pass. But every time you saw him, your heart would beat a little faster, and you’d find yourself smiling for no reason at all. You realized, somewhere along the way, you were falling for him. And it scared you.

You never expected to feel this way. Heeseung was your friend. You didn’t want to ruin that, and worse, you were terrified of what might happen if he didn’t feel the same. So you kept your feelings hidden, buried deep down, hoping they would eventually fade. But every time you were around him, it only got harder to ignore.

One evening, after a long practice session, Heeseung asked if you wanted to stick around for a bit. It wasn’t unusual. You two often stayed behind to talk or mess around with music ideas. But tonight felt different. The atmosphere between you two had changed. There was a subtle tension in the air that neither of you acknowledged directly, but it was there.

You were sitting on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, while Heeseung worked on tuning his guitar. The soft strumming of the strings filled the room as he adjusted them. Every now and then, he would glance up at you, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual before returning to the guitar.

“You’ve been quiet today,” Heeseung said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You looked up, startled. “What?”

Heeseung gave you a knowing smile, one of those smiles that always made you feel like he could see right through you. “You’ve been off lately. Are you okay?”

You swallowed, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

Heeseung didn’t seem convinced. He set the guitar aside and turned to face you, his expression softening. “I’ve noticed you’ve been a little… distant. It’s not like you.”

You felt a wave of panic rise in your chest. Could he sense something was wrong? Could he tell what you were hiding?

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Really.”

Heeseung studied you for a moment longer, then sighed. “Okay, I won’t push. But if you ever want to talk, you know I’m here.”

You nodded, feeling a little relieved that he hadn’t pressed you further. But the tension between you two was still there, hanging in the air like an unspoken word. You fidgeted with your phone, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

After a few moments of silence, Heeseung spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat. The way he was looking at you made your pulse quicken. There was something in his eyes—something serious.

“What is it?” you asked, trying to sound calm, though your nerves were beginning to get the best of you.

Heeseung leaned back against the couch, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just… I don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to say something important? Something that might change everything between you two?

Heeseung let out a soft breath before speaking again, his eyes never leaving yours. “I feel like there’s something between us. Something more than just friendship. I don’t know if you’ve felt it too, but whenever I’m around you, it’s like everything feels… easier, you know?”

Your heart raced, and you couldn’t breathe for a moment. Was this really happening? Could he really feel the same way?

“I…” you started, but the words got stuck in your throat. You wanted to say something, but your mind was a jumbled mess.

Heeseung was looking at you now, his gaze intense but gentle, like he was waiting for you to respond. “I don’t want to make things awkward, but I just had to say it. I’ve been feeling this way for a while.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “You… you feel the same?” you whispered, the words coming out in a rush.

Heeseung smiled, a soft, relieved smile that made your heart flutter. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and suddenly the weight of the past few weeks—the nervousness, the uncertainty—seemed to lift. Heeseung liked you. He felt the same way.

“I’ve been so nervous to tell you,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “I didn’t want to mess things up between us.”

Heeseung chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I’ve been just as nervous. I didn’t want to make things weird either. But I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”

The tension that had been building between you two finally snapped, and before you knew it, Heeseung was leaning closer, his hand brushing yours lightly. Your breath caught in your throat, and your pulse quickened. Heeseung’s eyes searched yours, and you could see the uncertainty there, but also something else—a quiet confidence, as if he was ready to take the leap.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “I think I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

You nodded, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you. “Me too,” you whispered back

And then, slowly, carefully, Heeseung closed the distance between you. His lips met yours gently, a soft kiss that made everything else fade away. It wasn’t rushed or intense, but it was everything you had been holding in your heart for so long. When you pulled away, both of you were smiling—almost shyly, but it was real.

“I’m glad we finally said it,” Heeseung whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

“Me too,” you replied, your voice filled with relief.

And for the first time in a long while, everything felt right. The fear of the unknown, the worry about ruining your friendship—all of it vanished in that moment. Because now, you both knew. You both felt the same. And that was all that mattered.

[wonlvures]

𐙚 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𐙚

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: boyfriend!sunghoon x girlfriend!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, comfort

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you’ve had a long, rough day and had sunghoon cheer you up for the rest of the day :)

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this is my first ever post on here so please don’t judge :)

You had one of those days—the kind where everything feels like it’s out of sync. From the moment you woke up, it felt like the world was working against you: the bus was late, your morning coffee spilled, and your workday was filled with never-ending meetings. By the time you finally got home, you were physically drained, your mind running in circles, and all you wanted was to collapse on the couch and forget the day even happened.

But as soon as you stepped through the door, everything changed.

The soft, familiar hum of music greeted you first. It was the playlist you two always listen to when you need to unwind—a mix of chill beats and your favorite tracks. The warmth of the lights made the apartment feel cozy, and in that instant, you could almost feel the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away.

Before you even had a chance to take off your shoes, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Sunghoon, with his usual calm but warm demeanor, appeared at your side. He was already smiling, his eyes soft with concern.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice full of understanding. Without waiting for an answer, he gently took your bag from your shoulders and set it down by the door.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get a word out, he led you over to the couch, his hand resting lightly on your back. "Sit down. I’ve got something for you," he said with a playful grin.

You sank into the cushions, grateful for the chance to relax. Sunghoon, always so thoughtful, returned a moment later with a warm cup in his hands. "I made your favorite drink," he said, handing it to you like it was the most natural thing in the world. The smell of the caramel latte, sweet and comforting, instantly lifted your spirits.

You took a sip, the warmth spreading through you, and let out a long sigh. It felt like the chaos of the day had faded the moment you stepped into his care.

“How did you know I was craving this?” you asked, looking at him in surprise.

He smiled, shrugging slightly. “I remember you said something about it a few days ago, and I thought you might need a little pick-me-up.”

You couldn't help but smile back, touched by his attentiveness. Sunghoon had this way of making you feel like you were the most important person in his world, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed without you even having to ask.

As you sat there, sipping your drink and talking about the day, Sunghoon listened quietly. He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t offer advice unless you asked for it—he just sat there, his gaze never wavering from you, his quiet presence a steady comfort. He had a way of making you feel heard, as if your thoughts and feelings were worth more than anything else in the world.

After a few minutes of conversation, he stood up and walked over to the side table. You watched as he picked something up, a small piece of paper. When he turned back to you, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’ve got something planned for this weekend,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. “It’s a surprise, but I want you to have it.” He handed you the note, which you unfolded carefully.

It was a hand-drawn map of a park, with an “X” marking a spot. "We’re going for a picnic," Sunghoon said, his tone light but with a soft sincerity. “I thought we could just relax, enjoy the weather, and maybe bring your favorite snacks.”

Your heart warmed at the thought. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a simple day outdoors. But the fact that Sunghoon had taken the time to think about it, to plan something just for you, made it feel incredibly special.

“I love it,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

He smiled shyly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “It’s nothing. I just want you to be happy.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening together—quiet moments, laughter, and small gestures of affection. Sunghoon was always so in tune with you, noticing when you were tired or when you needed a little space, but also quick to offer comfort when you needed it. There was a perfect balance in the way he cared for you: never overbearing, but always present.

Later, when you sat on the couch, he pulled you closer, your legs tangled together. He rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. You could hear the soft rhythm of his breathing, and for a moment, there was just peace between you.

“You’re the best,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair.

He chuckled, a soft, affectionate sound. “You say that now, but wait until I’m snoring on our picnic date this weekend.”

You laughed, nudging him gently. “I won’t mind. I’ll just bring extra snacks for myself.”

The teasing continued, but beneath the playful banter, there was a quiet, undeniable bond between you both. Sunghoon’s loyalty, his unwavering support, and the way he always had your back made you feel like you were never alone, no matter what was going on in your life.

As the night grew late, you stood up, stretching your arms overhead. "I should probably get some rest," you said, already knowing how tomorrow would feel if you didn’t get some sleep.

Sunghoon stood with you, his hand instinctively finding yours. “I’ll walk you to bed,” he said softly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to take care of you, even in the smallest of ways.

You smiled up at him, the affection in your heart for him growing stronger by the minute. Sunghoon wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was your safe space, your constant, the person who made every day a little easier to face, simply by being there.

As he tucked you into bed that night, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The world outside could be chaotic, but with him, everything felt calm and right.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, as he kissed the top of your head. “Always.”

[wonlvures]

A MAN - CHOI SOOBIN 𐙚

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Soobin x Girlfriend! Reader

GENRE: Fluff? Romance

SYNOPSIS: When you first met Soobin, it was as if the world around you faded—his smile, his soft gaze, and the quiet moment shared between you felt like everything was aligning perfectly, and before you knew it, his lips brushed yours, a tender connection that spoke volumes without a word.

The conversation between you and Soobin flowed effortlessly, like two old friends who had just reconnected after a long time apart. The more you spoke, the more you realized how deeply he listened, how his attention seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket. He wasn’t just nodding along, waiting for his turn to talk—he was present. His gaze was steady and genuine, as if he truly cared about what you had to say.

"So," he said, after a pause, his voice taking on a softer tone, "what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but never had the chance to?"

You thought for a moment, your fingers absently tracing the rim of your coffee cup. "I’ve always wanted to go to Paris," you said. "To walk down those cobblestone streets, sit in a café and watch the world go by. It just feels... magical, you know?"

His smile was slow, thoughtful. "I think that sounds perfect. I’ve always wanted to experience that too. Something about the idea of being surrounded by all that history, art... it’s like the city itself is alive with stories."

The way he spoke about Paris made you feel like you could actually picture it—with him. It was one of those rare moments when you felt like you weren’t just talking to someone, but sharing a part of your soul.

You didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, the space between you and Soobin felt charged in a way it hadn’t before. His knee brushed against yours, an accidental touch, but the contact made your pulse quicken. You glanced at him, and he was already looking at you, his eyes darkening just slightly, as if the shared silence between you held something more unspoken.

"Soobin," you whispered, your voice quieter than before. "Do you ever think about... how it would feel to share those moments with someone?"

His gaze softened even more, and for a brief moment, you wondered if you’d crossed a line. But then, he leaned a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered back, "I think about it all the time."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. The way his voice wrapped around you, intimate and low, made you feel like you were the only person in the world. He wasn’t just talking to you anymore—he was speaking to you, his words laced with something deeper.

His hand brushed against yours as he shifted in his seat, fingers lingering just a moment too long, sending a wave of heat rushing through your veins. You looked down at your hands, suddenly aware of the space between you, of how close you were. The tension was thick, almost tangible, and it was as if the world around you faded into the background.

"Soobin…" you breathed, your voice a little shakier now. "What are we doing?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he let his hand rest on the table, close enough to yours that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. His fingers barely touched yours, but it was enough to send a spark through your body.

"Sometimes," he said, his voice quiet but intense, "it’s enough to just be here. To be with someone who feels the same way."

You met his eyes, and in that moment, you saw something vulnerable in him. It wasn’t the confident Soobin the world saw on stage; it was just him—your Soobin. And in the soft, quiet space between the two of you, something stirred. It was like you were both on the edge of something, something neither of you were quite ready to acknowledge yet, but you could feel it building, slowly, steadily.

"Do you feel it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "The pull? The way... we connect?"

You nodded slowly, almost instinctively. It was hard to deny. The way your hearts seemed to beat in rhythm, the way his words lingered in the air between you, drawing you closer.

"Yeah," you whispered back, your lips barely parting. "I feel it."

Soobin didn’t hesitate. He leaned in just slightly, his breath grazing your cheek as he spoke, his voice low and intimate. "I think we should stop pretending, just for a second. This moment... feels too real to ignore."

Your pulse quickened as his words sunk in. Your breath caught in your throat as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your skin, and it sent a ripple of warmth through you, pooling in the pit of your stomach. His touch was gentle, like he was afraid to break the fragile moment you two had created.

Without thinking, you tilted your head toward him, closing the small gap between you. The space between your lips felt electrified, like every part of you was leaning toward him, yearning for the connection that was just on the verge of becoming more than words.

When his lips finally met yours, it was soft—tentative at first—but then it deepened, becoming more certain, more urgent. His kiss was everything you had imagined: sweet and lingering, with the weight of everything unsaid between you. His hand moved to your cheek, cradling it gently, while the other slid to your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, letting yourself melt into the moment.

His lips traced your jawline before gently moving to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. The kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. And you—you—wanted to savor every second too.

"Soobin..." you breathed again, your voice a whisper as your hands found his shirt, tugging him closer.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes were dark, full of something you couldn’t quite place—desire, yes, but also tenderness. He was looking at you as though you were the most important thing in that moment, and it made your heart race even faster.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low but with an unmistakable intensity.

You didn’t hesitate. "Yes," you whispered, your hands now threading through his hair, tugging him back to you.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if all the unsaid words from before were finally coming to life. It wasn’t just about passion; it was about connection. Something bigger. Something that neither of you had expected when you walked into the coffee shop.

And as the minutes passed, the world outside the café seemed to disappear. All that mattered was the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his hands on your skin, and the undeniable truth that this moment was something neither of you wanted to let go of.

[wonlvures]

Posting an Enha drabble on my 2nd acc soon!!

[wonlvures]

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