#Custom Employee Awards
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awardcrafters · 3 months ago
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Custom Medals in Manassas, VA - (703) 818-0500
Recognition Items to Local, State, and Federal Government Agencies. With more than 400 current supplier partnerships, (some dating back to the 1960s) you can be confident that if we don’t make it in-house, we can get it.
Award Crafters, Inc. 8854 Rixlew Lane Manassas, VA 20109 (703) 818-0500 https://www.awardcrafters.com
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northwesttrophy-blog · 18 days ago
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Sports Awards in Woodinville, WA - (425) 485-4149
At Northwest Trophy and Awards, trophies, plaques, and medals are a time-honored way of memorializing great achievement. We offer a variety of custom and special-order items that are available upon request. We have three locations in the Seattle area, and we are ready to serve you!
Northwest Trophy and Awards 13440 NE 177th Pl. Woodinville, WA 98072 (425) 485-4149 https://www.nwtrophy.com
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allogram · 2 years ago
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Custom Employee Awards and What They can do for Your Company?
Custom Employee Awards and What They can do for Your Company?
We are Masters of the Perfect Moment. We work with our clients to determine what that perfect moment looks like. We work to understand how our clients want their recipient to feel when presented with the award. Then we go to work to create the award to fit their vision and budget. Give us a call or send us an email to arrange a convenient time for your schedule.
Allogram, Inc. 8251 Telegraph Rd. Suite I. Odenton, MD 21113 (410) 252-7300 https://www.allogram.com/
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awardstrophyworld-blog · 2 years ago
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Boosting Employee Morale with an Awards Program
Boosting Employee Morale with an Awards Program
Locally owned and operated since 1959, Awards Trophy World is South Florida's largest manufacturer of corporate awards, trophies, plaques, promotional products, decorated apparel, and sportswear. We specialize in providing exceptional service and excellent product quality at the most competitive prices.
Awards Trophy World 6400 Northwest 77th Court Miami, FL 33166 (305) 592-5850 https://www.awardstrophyworld.com
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junk-culture · 2 years ago
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fighting the fast fashion industry by being really bad at my job 💪
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rdcustomawards · 1 year ago
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Recognizing the best of the best! 🌟 #RecognitionAwards #BestOfTheBest #Success 🙌 #Recognition
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leadingedgets-mad · 1 year ago
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Choose the Best Trophies Plaques in Madison, AL
Looking for the best trophies and plaques in Madison, AL? Look no further than Leading Edge Trophies & Screen Printing. We offer a wide selection of trophies and plaques to choose from, and we can customize them to your specific needs. We also offer fast turnaround times and competitive prices. Contact us today to learn more!
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bardachawards · 2 years ago
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Top Crystal Awards in Indianapolis, IN | (317) 888-4434
Top Crystal Awards in Indianapolis, IN
At Bardach Awards, quality is at the heart of each item we create. From our sales team to our art department to the people who build the awards, etch the glass, and engrave the signs, every associate strives to exceed your expectations. We inspect every item before putting it into the manufacturing process; before you ever see your order, we've used our white gloves in a quality-assurance process that guarantees each piece meets our standard of excellence.
Bardach Awards 4222 West 86th Street Indianapolis, IN 46268 (317) 888-4434 https://www.bardachawards.com
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zhaobear · 5 months ago
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a perfect match
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PAIRING : sung hanbin x fem reader
GENRES : fluff, crack, college au, barista au, mild enemies/rivals to lovers au, sick fic
WORD COUNT : 4310 words
SUMMARY : you and sung hanbin complement each other perfectly, whether it's behind the coffee bar or during late nights in your dorm building. however, companionship quickly turns to competition as the end of the year approaches — and with that, the glorious title of employee of the year. but when hanbin falls sick, you decide you can put your feud aside for one day.
WARNINGS : profanity, brief mentions of drinking, one slightly heated kiss, mc is competitive, hanbin is messing with her, jiwoong is just there, injeolmi toast reference, there are interspersed flashbacks in italics & one tense change!
AUTHOR'S NOTE : helloo making my zeroseblr debut!! thank you so much to anyone who reads i hope you enjoy <3 a huge huge thank you to @jayflrt and @s7toru for the support and encouragement, i don't think i'd be publishing this without them!
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“HANBIN DIDN’T COME IN TODAY,” Jiwoong says in lieu of a greeting as soon as you enter the back of the store. 
You flip through the café’s records book, noting down your time of arrival. Jiwoong can yap about Sung Hanbin all he wants, but you won’t let that stop you from getting paid. 
“What does that have to do with me?” You shoot back, tying up your apron.
Jiwoong shrugs. “You guys are close, right? I thought you’d know what’s up.”
You scoff. You and Hanbin may have been close once, but that was before he started coming for your position.
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“Keep it up, Hanbin!” Jiwoong claps Hanbin on the shoulder as he finishes taking a customer’s order. “Engaging with customers and making them feel connected to the store is one of our most important values.” 
“Thanks, Jiwoong,” Hanbin beams, the sight of his dimples causing butterflies to take flight in your stomach, for whatever strange reason. That is, until Jiwoong’s next words. 
“With how much improvement you’re making, you might just be up for Employee of the Year.” Jiwoong winks. Your jaw drops to the floor. Jiwoong doesn’t notice your mouth hanging open and simply returns to making drinks like he didn't just shatter your entire world. 
“What the hell!” You call out indignantly. “Why would he get Employee of the Year?”
Jiwoong turns to look at you like he’s just remembering your presence for the first time. 
“Well, Hanbin’s been learning very quickly since he joined. He’s made a lot of improvement and the customers love him.” 
“He served a frozen sandwich the other day!” You cry out. You remember it clearly — the customer had approached you with a furious glint in her eyes, demanding to know why her sandwich wasn’t heated. Hanbin had popped up behind you to apologize for his mistake, and a blush immediately overtook her face as she shoved the sandwich into her mouth, claiming she preferred it frozen anyway. 
“That was last week! I’m a changed man now,” Hanbin insists.
“The award should not go to him,” You splutter at Jiwoong. “I can talk to customers too!” You shove Hanbin away as the next customer in line approaches the register. 
“Hi, could I please get an iced matcha latte, and a—”
“Hi, how was your day?” You interrupt loudly. Jiwoong slaps a hand to his mouth to stifle a poorly-contained laugh. The girl’s eyes go wide as she takes in your expression, her gaze flitting nervously between you and the door, like she’s considering bolting out of the shop. 
“Sorry, don’t mind her. She means well,” a smooth voice interrupts. Hanbin slides back to his position on the register, his hand circling your waist as he gently eases you to the side.
You huff. “I can handle myself on register!” 
Hanbin’s hand shifts to your lower back as he leans over to whisper to you. “You’re staring the poor girl down like she just murdered your family. I got this.” 
True to his words, the girl visibly relaxes when Hanbin takes over and begins to make conversation. Your cheeks grow hot at the gesture. You should be angry, but Hanbin’s hand is warm on you and his shoulder is knocking into yours and you can’t seem to think straight. 
Hanbin leans close again, and your brain short-circuits.
“I’m coming for your award,” he breathes cheekily into your ear. 
The giddy feeling in your chest immediately dies on the spot. 
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You scowl at the memory, your knuckles turning white as you tie the strings of your apron tighter. Jiwoong raises an eyebrow, reminding you of his question. 
“I’m not speaking to him anymore.” You have to hold back from crossing your arms like an angry child. 
“You were fighting him over the register on Wednesday,” Jiwoong points out.
“A lot can change in three days.”
Jiwoong sighs. “Seriously, do you know what’s up? He hasn’t called or texted at all.” 
That makes you pause. Ever since your current feud with Sung Hanbin, he became particularly more committed to “beating” you at work, whether it was clocking in earlier than you, going beyond the necessary opening requirements, or covering more shifts than usual. For him to not show up to work without any prior notice or explanation — maybe there is something wrong. 
You relent. “I’ll go check up on him after my shift, okay?” 
A Cheshire grin spreads across Jiwoong’s face. “So much extra effort,” he muses. 
“We live in the same building,” you deadpan. You check your hair in the small mirror on the wall before heading to the front of the store for your shift. 
“I didn’t even tell you to go check up on him!” Jiwoong calls to your back. You give him the finger in return. 
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“Hanbin, open up!” You yell, pounding on his door for what feels like the millionth time. You press your ear to the wood, but hear absolutely nothing. 
“I can see your Snap location!”
Then, a rustle. 
You hear the creak of a bed, and the sound of soft footsteps gradually approaching closer. The door swings open, revealing Sung Hanbin in his pajamas. 
“You were in bed the whole time?” You shriek. “Jiwoong was worried sick! He was acting like you dropped off the face of the Earth when you didn’t contact anyone!” 
Hanbin wordlessly turns around, making a beeline away from the door. You huff, following him inside his dorm without another thought. 
“You’re just going to leave when I’m talking to you? Look, I get it if you don’t want to interact with me, but you shouldn’t ghost your manager. Isn’t that—”
Hanbin stumbles into the bathroom and slams the door shut on you. Realization dawns upon you when you hear retching from the other end. The puzzle pieces slot into place — his glazed eyes, paler-than-usual face, and complete lack of energy. 
“Hanbin?” You ask, your voice softer than before. No response. “Do you need any help?” 
“No,” Hanbin whispers faintly behind the door. 
“Okay,” you respond uneasily, “but I’m staying here until you come out.” 
You take his soft sigh as affirmation, and immediately pull out your phone to text his roommate. 
you: wya??
taerae: staying w my aunt for the weekend taerae: why whats up?
you: hanbins sick
taerae: oh shit taerae: well. gl to him
you: 😭 you: do you have medicine
taerae: no 😂 taerae: wait actually taerae: check the bottom drawer on my desk
you: found it ty
You gather whatever medicines look helpful from Taerae’s drawer, then grab water from the fridge. Soon enough, you hear Hanbin moving behind the door, followed by the flush of the toilet and water running from the sink. He emerges from the bathroom, his face glistening with water droplets. He looks tired in a way you’ve never seen before as he trudges past you and collapses at the foot of his bed. 
He groans softly at the hard surface, but makes no move to get up. You crouch down to the ground, pressing your hand against his forehead in concern. 
“Hanbin,” you gasp. “You’re burning up.” 
Hanbin makes a pitiful noise, shifting so he’s pressing his flushed cheek to the cold tile. You loop your arms through his and haul him to his feet. 
“You missed the bed,” you try to joke, but even you can hear the terribly masked worry in your voice. Hanbin slumps onto the mattress, and you carefully pull the covers over him despite his small sounds of protest. He’s clearly not concerned enough to do anything more, so he mutters incoherent nonsense under his breath and then closes his eyes. 
You can’t help the minuscule twitch of your lips at the sight, but you turn back to the medicine bottles before you can allow yourself to dwell on it. 
Once you’ve arranged an assortment of pills and the water, you gently shake Hanbin, whose eyes are still shut. 
“Sit up,” you urge, tapping his shoulder. Hanbin cracks open an eye, sulking. Regardless, he complies, sitting up and fully opening his eyes. “Take these.” 
His frown deepens, but his gaze scans your face and he obeys without another word. 
“How long have you been sick like this?” 
Silence. 
“When’s the last time you ate?” You try instead. Hanbin pauses, like he’s taking a moment to genuinely think about it, then shrugs blankly. “Hanbin, you have to eat!” 
“Not hungry,” he mumbles. 
“This isn’t up for debate,” you shoot back. “I’ll go grab you something, so stay here, okay?”
Hanbin nods, sinking back into bed. You shoulder your bag and search for his phone and keys, finding them on his desk. 
“Here,” you say, tucking his phone under his pillow. “Call me if you need anything. I’m taking your keys so you don’t have to let me in. Take a nap, and I’ll be back soon.”
Hanbin only buries his face further into the pillow. You refill his water and adjust the room temperature before slipping on your shoes at the front. You helplessly turn back to look at him once more, like a compass straying north. Then, you leave. 
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When Sung Hanbin first walked into Say Yes! Coffee with a stunning resume and even more stunning smile, you recognized him instantly. 
You had met Hanbin in the beginning of your sophomore year on a Thursday night, when the noise from the room above yours was becoming unbearable. 
You had stormed up the stairs in your pajamas, too tired to care about appearances as you incessantly knocked on the door. When the door opened to a man clad in all black with an unnervingly handsome face, you faltered slightly. However, the sight of the dim lights and red solo cups behind him rekindled your anger, and you immediately began to tell him off. 
He was holding a party on a Thursday night, for god’s sake, couldn’t he at least have waited until the weekend? As you continued on about the lack of consideration for those with Friday morning classes — however small the number may be — your voice got stuck in your throat when the man responded with a dazzling smile. 
“Cute,” he had said, causing you to flinch in shock. He agreeably promised to keep the noise down, and with your face heating up from a mixture of embarrassment and surprise, you turned around and left without another word. 
You didn’t see him again after that incident, but true to his word, the noise was considerably softer in the following parties. When you saw him again at your workplace, you weren’t even sure if he’d remember you. 
However, Hanbin’s eyes had instantly lit up. “Pajama girl!” He’d exclaimed, and your smile dropped. 
From then onwards, your relationship had taken a turn. Jiwoong began scheduling the two of you for almost every shift together, allowing you to witness every step of his journey — from training, to slowly taking over register, to becoming a pain in your ass. It almost made you sentimental, thinking about how much you’d gotten to see. 
With the increased shifts came increased shenanigans during breaks, from ridiculous drink concoctions to espresso shot chugging competitions. Eventually, these were followed by unexpected knocks on your door and boba runs between classes. 
Hanbin would let you into the dance studio, smirking at your reactions in the mirror whenever he caught you staring as he practiced. You allowed him to tag along on your trips to the library, even though he would use the soundproof study room to loudly poke fun at you while you would fret over your lab reports and problem sets. 
Despite the vast differences in your majors, you still had the common denominator of a shared dorm building. This was clear every time Hanbin would knock on your door to drag you to his upstairs parties to expand your social circle, or when you would knock on his to deliver successful baking experiments. 
In your second semester, he joined you in a General Education class that he absolutely did not need to take, and you started going to his open dance classes despite your severe lack of coordination. 
So perhaps Jiwoong was right, maybe you were incredibly close — until the possibility of Hanbin winning Employee of the Year became real enough to scare you, until you decided it would be easier to hate him. (Was it Employee of the Year that you were afraid of, or something else?)
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You reenter Hanbin’s dorm with a giant thermos of steaming hot soup, an extra blanket, and an assortment of items from the nearby drugstore. You dump the contents onto the table, wincing at the amount. You may have gone slightly crazy and swept nearly everything off the shelves at the pharmacy, but you convince yourself they’ll be necessary. 
When you enter his room with the food, you’re surprised to find that he’s already awake. His brows furrow slightly at the sight of you.
“I brought you soup,” you explain, nodding at the bowl in your hands. “Eat.” 
While the Hanbin 30 minutes ago was so sluggish he could barely keep his eyes open, this Hanbin is uncannily alert. His eyes dart back and forth between you, the soup, and the medicines scattered across his desk. He opens and closes his mouth, like he’s searching for the right words. 
“Why’re you doing this?” A strange question to settle on, but you smile at him softly. 
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t understand,” he replies, his gaze wary. 
You frown. “You’ve done the same for me. Remember when I got super drunk at Matthew’s and you brought me home?” 
Hanbin goes silent. 
Things like this between you and Hanbin are never questioned — they always go without saying. He threatens you at work, but he still picks you up when you drink too much. You fight him over the register, but you still sit next to him in class and watch him from the back of the dance studio. You’re still here, because you know Hanbin would be no different. 
“You don’t owe me for that,” Hanbin blurts out, red creeping up his cheeks. 
“I don’t think of it like that. I’m here because I want you to get better,” you say, holding out the bowl of soup to him. A peace offering. 
Hanbin hesitates, then accepts it, blowing on it to cool it down and taking a sip. He hums in satisfaction, then shovels the rest down his throat within a minute. You gape. 
“Slow down,” you scold, remembering the vomiting from earlier. You feel a pang of guilt realizing how hungry he must’ve been, motionless in his bed without the energy to eat. 
Hanbin grows more lethargic on his second bowl, his eyelids beginning to sink. He catches himself just before he can allow himself to doze, and you frown. You can’t help but wonder why he’s fighting sleep when it’s what he needs the most — his half-lidded eyes stay focused on you, and then it hits you. Maybe he wants to be alone. 
You take the bowl back and pull the covers over him, noting with a twinge of satisfaction that some color has returned to his face. 
“I’ll clean things up and then head out so you can get some sleep,” you tell him. Although something deep inside you longs to stay, to stick with him until you’re sure that his fever is gone, you stand up from the chair. 
However, Hanbin grabs your elbow before you can fully turn away. When you look at him, there’s a plea behind his eyes that he doesn’t seem keen on voicing. Even when he’s sick, he’s strong, tugging you back towards him until you’re sitting at the edge of the bed. 
“Do you want more soup?” You ask, unsure of what he needs from you. 
Hanbin shakes his head. “Stay,” he mumbles, so faint that you barely hear it. 
Oh. 
“Sleep,” you coax him gently, your heart squeezing at his request. “I won’t go anywhere.”
Hanbin searches your face with a hint of desperation, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sparkle in his eyes. (Did Sung Hanbin always look at you like you had hung the moon and stars?) 
You don’t have to think about it for too long because Hanbin seems to find whatever he’s looking for in your expression and finally closes his eyes. Sleep pulls him under within minutes, evident in his deeper breathing and the loosened tension in his body. 
You brush some of his hair away from his forehead, softening at the lines of his face, more youthful and relaxed with the rest. 
In a few minutes, you know you’ll have to clean up, restock the fridge, and find a damp washcloth to reduce his temperature. But you allow yourself a moment to stare, brushing his thumb with your cheek. 
Even while asleep, Hanbin leans into the touch, like a flower searching for sunlight, and you flinch. You return to your chair next to his bed and watch him until the sun rises, your heart a jumbled mess. 
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“Jiwoong.” Hanbin calls out one morning towards the end of his training, when the three of you are opening the store. 
“Hmm?” Jiwoong shoots Hanbin a brief glance before going back to busying himself with the espresso machine.  
“Why do you always schedule me and Y/N together?”
You turn at the mention of your name, perking up with curiosity. Jiwoong’s brows furrow, almost as though the answer is obvious. 
“Y/N is efficient, in pretty much all ways possible. She can make the most drinks in the least time possible, without compromising quality. She’s also great at responding to unexpected situations,” Jiwoong explains. You grin at the compliment but stay silent, sensing he has more to say. 
“Hanbin, you’re slower and sometimes you freeze up during mishaps. But you’re good with customers. You know enough about coffee to make recommendations. You’re perceptive, so you’re first to know when we need to restock. All of which Y/N tends to fall short on. Which is fine, of course, because neither of you is perfect.
“But what one of you lacks, the other one makes up. You’re imperfect separately, but a perfect match together.” Jiwoong puts a pause to his grandiose speech to fish for the keys in his pocket. “Anyways, I’m going to unlock the door now.” 
You shoot Hanbin an incredulous look, despite the warm feeling spreading throughout your chest. Hanbin looks equally confused, but his gaze softens when you make eye contact. The smile he returns is so tender that you have to look away, your face burning like a star. You go back to wiping down the counters, and avoid thinking about Sung Hanbin and how incredibly red his ears were. 
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When Hanbin wakes up, you’re reminded of his training days from all those months ago, of his shy but earnest demeanor, unafraid to reveal his struggles and ask for help. 
This Hanbin is similarly vulnerable, allowing himself to be open and show you weakness. Allowing you to help him. 
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Hanbin’s voice interrupts your thoughts, and you flush, shaking yourself out of your nostalgia. You press the back of your hand against his forehead, sighing in relief. 
“Drink this, it’ll help," you say, avoiding his eyes as you hand him a glass of orange juice. “Your fever finally broke.”
“Yeah, no shit. I’m sweating balls,” he rasps, kicking off the blankets you’d piled on top of him. He chugs down the juice and rubs at his eyes. “What day is it?”
“It’s Sunday evening. You pretty much slept through the whole day,” you grin.
“Did you stay since yesterday?” A hint of guilt flashes across Hanbin’s face. 
“It’s fine, I got some work done,” you wave it off, gesturing to your computer propped open on his desk. “Taerae’s gonna be back soon, so I’ll head out, okay? I texted Jiwoong for you, so you’re not working tomorrow. There’s some extra soup in the fridge, so heat that whenever you want.” 
You start to gather your things, but Hanbin catches your wrist. His expression is abnormally serious, his eyes piercing holes into yours. 
“What’s wrong? Do you need something?” You use your other hand to check his forehead again, but he stops you.
"I need you."
Your mouth falls open. “What?” 
Hanbin quickly catches himself. "I need you — to drop this Employee of the Year thing. Jiwoong already told me he's giving it to you."
You're still stuck on the first three words of his sentence, but when the gears in your head finally turn you gasp. It's a lot to process and you shake your head, wondering if you even heard him right. How long were you fighting for an award that was already yours?
"I thought you wanted to win," is all you can think of saying.
Hanbin smiles, warm and soft in a way so familiar that your heart aches. “Y/N, I don’t care about Employee of the Year. Go out with me.”
You find yourself at a loss for words, but Hanbin doesn’t seem to mind as he continues.
“I know I still have a lot to learn, and I didn't even care about the award that much. I was mostly just teasing you, so can we please stop fighting over it? Or else I’ll seriously think you hate me.” 
“I don’t hate you,” you choke out. 
Hanbin chuckles. “I figured that now. No one spends this much time and effort on someone they hate.” 
“Shut up,” you say halfheartedly, your heart hammering in your chest. “Are you serious?” Hanbin tugs you by the hands, enough that you’re sitting on the edge of his bed. All traces of humor vanish from his face as he stares at you intently. 
“Y/N, I like you. I thought you were cute ever since you showed up at my doorstep in your pajamas. And I’ve been hopelessly obsessed with you ever since we started working together. Does that answer your question?” 
Fireworks explode in your chest as you think back to Jiwoong’s old words. 
What one of you lacks, the other one makes up. 
When Hanbin is sick, you take care of him. When Hanbin forgets to eat at the dance studio, you bring him food. And despite all your incessant fighting, Hanbin covers for you at the register. Hanbin invites you to parties when you’re cooped up in the library for too long. Hanbin sends you his notes when you doze off in class. 
Your heart thumps in your chest as you begin to put together the little moments of your relationship. You were a perfect match the whole time, just as Jiwoong said, only you hadn’t truly realized the weight of his words. You itch with the need to do something, but your hands are still tightly grasped in Hanbin’s and you can’t think of much else to do than to lean down and press your lips to his cheek. 
Hanbin makes a small noise of surprise at the contact, his hands slackening around yours. You flush at the warmth of his skin against your mouth, feeling as though you’re floating somewhere above the stars. When you pull away, Hanbin’s eyes are closed, lashes fanned against his cheekbones and face tilted upwards like he’s hoping for more, or savoring it. His eyes are glassy when they finally open, eliciting a giggle from your throat. 
“I like you too,” you grin, “if that didn’t make it clear.” 
Hanbin smiles then, so wide that you can see his whisker dimples. He pulls you down and on top of him, burying his face in your neck. 
“Let me kiss you properly,” he whispers into your skin. You separate from him enough to read his expression, eyes widening at the sudden sharpness in his gaze. His eyes flicker between yours, before darting down to your lips and fixating on them. 
“Won’t your mouth taste horrible?” You tease, but you’re already leaning in. 
“I’ll make it up to you,” he murmurs against your lips before closing the distance.
A thousand firecrackers flare up in your body when his mouth meets yours. You gasp when his tongue slips into your mouth, leaving behind the pleasantly surprising taste of orange juice. 
Sparks fly where his skin touches yours, multiplied by a thousand when he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, tugging lightly on his hair. The soft groan that emits from Hanbin causes a jolt of pleasure to shudder down your spine, and you instinctively tug harder.
You pull away far too soon to catch your breath, breath hitching at the string of saliva between both your lips. 
“Gross,” you lie, but Hanbin’s eyes only darken. 
“I wanna do that again.” He leans in again, but you veer away before you can allow your judgment to blur. 
“You have to focus on getting better first!” You swat at his hands. 
Hanbin pouts. “I’m way better. Stellar, actually.” 
“You can kiss me in two days.”
Hanbin’s answering smile is blindingly bright, even though you didn’t say anything particularly funny. 
“What is it?” Your pulse races at how he looks at you — like you’re made of every precious thing in the world, like you’re a dream made alive. 
“I think this might be the happiest day of my life,” he answers. As he grins at you with the warmth of the entire sun, you realize the fluttering behind your ribcage was never a new feeling — you were just as enamored with him when you first met. 
You smile back, bigger than you’ve ever smiled at Hanbin, watching his gaze turn awestruck as a red-hot blush creeps up his cheeks and neck.  
“I think it might be mine too.” 
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northwesttrophy-blog · 18 days ago
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herssian · 7 months ago
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Kinda weird you keep your wol half blind in a world where there's magic and super powers and dragons and shit. It's certainly one way to be a special snowflake I guess lol
me and the entire committee here at Clownery Inc would like to award you our highest honor for making it as this month's best employee. thank you so much for your hard work and don't forget your wonderful smile around our valued customers!
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rdcustomawards · 1 year ago
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🎖️Long Service Awards🎖️ #5yearsserviceaward _________ RD Custom Awards🏆 the experts in customizing trophies, awards and mementoes. . . .
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back2bluesidex · 2 years ago
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Oh So Reluctant - PJM (18+)
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Pairing: Husband!Jimin X Wife!Reader
Theme: Angst, Arrange marriage au.
Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.
Word count: 1819
Warnings: Angst, unhappy married life, Jimin is cold, reader is lonely, mentions of alcohol consumption, sexual tension but no smut for this part (yes there is a second part, it's a twoshot), brief Taehyung X Reader.
Minors are NOT welcomed in this blog!!
A/N: This story was requested by lovely @chimmy-licious.
As mentioned before, this is a twoshot, so there will be a second part, I just don't know when haha!
Part 2
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You check yourself out in the elevator mirror. 
You look perfect tonight. Just as you always wanted to look for an event so important to you. Saving a month-worth of your paycheque, you customized this cherry red dress for yourself. The wrap pattern of the dress gives an alluring view of your collarbone and cleavage while the dangerous slit ends in the middle of your right thigh. You decided to let your hair loose and matched your lip shade with your dress.
You look sexy, you look hot, you look beautiful and you look lonely. 
You know what’s waiting for you ahead. The worst part is not people bombarding you with questions about your husband’s absence, it is how pathetic you are gonna look while you accept the best employee award and there will be no one of your own to clap for you. The worst part is also how you are going to hopelessly stare at your colleagues as they dance with their partners tonight. 
You braced yourself up for all of it in advance but somehow tonight you feel less confident than you thought you would. Not having someone to share your special night with, is certainly painful but having someone and not mattering enough to them, hits on a different level. You are a victim of the latter situation. 
Your husband, Park Jimin, is always busy. Well, you can’t really expect anything else from the CEO of one of the leading entertainment companies of South Korea, making him the youngest person ever to gain that position. The responsibilities he has makes him even busier and you understand it all. You understand, that is why he is so reluctant towards your presence in his life. Even though you are his wife, it is still an arranged marriage, held against Jimin’s consent. 
When you met him once before your marriage he clearly told you not to expect anything from him as he is marrying you only for his mother’s wish. There was no malice in his voice, it was just cold. And he has been cold to you ever since. Not that he has any business being any warm to you. 
He didn’t marry you for any business-related convenience. He married you because his mother thought her golden son will end up marrying some girl from the industry and she read news on famous people getting divorced almost every other day. She met your mother at the church, they became friends and worked their ways on being relatives. 
You, a perfectly contained human being with a stressful but nice job, had to cave in to your mother’s wishes because she was worried that her overly-independent daughter may just end up alone, which certainly wasn’t your plan. 
You always wanted to settle down in your career first and then look for a partner, make a home and then kids etc etc. so, when your mother approached you about Jimin, you saw no reason to revolt. But you were disappointed when Jimin told you he wasn’t ready for this marriage and it’s only his mother's wish not his. 
You tried to talk to your mother about it but it all went in vain. 
Both of the ladies were too adamant to get you two married, they threatened to go for a hunger strike otherwise. 
And now you are here. After exactly eleven months and two days of your marriage, you are unhappy and you feel alone more than ever. Jimin never pays you much attention. For the first couple of months you tried to be friends. You cooked dinner, planned dates, gave him gifts but never received anything more than a “thanks” with a tightlipped smile in return. Rather he appeared to be quite uncomfortable about it all, so you stopped trying and stayed away. 
A week ago, you handed him the invitation card of your company’s annual day celebration. You told him it would be nice if he attends, since you are going to be awarded as the employee of the year. He only nodded and said, “I have a press conference that day. I don’t think I can make it. But…” a pause, “congratulations anyway.” 
Your heart broke, tears threatened to spill but you gave him a smile.
For the first time in your married life, you realized that you like your husband and not having him beside you on your special day not only made you feel lonely but also destroyed you. But then again, you can’t make someone love you if they don’t. 
The elevator dinged, signaling you have reached your floor and you prepare yourself for faking excuses and smiles. 
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You take a sip of your red wine as you stare at the trophy, which has made itself quite comfortable on the bar-top. 
You should have been on cloud-nine by now, you should have been drowning yourself in drinks, getting wasted and being happy but you are doing none of it. You are definitely happy but not as much as you should be, not as much as you thought you would be. 
You take another sip and that is when someone places a hand on your shoulder,
“Congratulations, milady” says a voice right beside your right ear. It’s Taehyung.  
“Hey. Thanks.” you whisper, without even caring if your voice is audible to him or not. 
“Oh? What is it? Why do you look so down when you should be twerking in the middle of the dance floor?” Tae pouts. His remark makes you laugh. 
“I am happy, Tae. Just a little tired.” you reply wearily. 
“I don’t think so, draling. What is it? Is it your husband?” Tae asks, scooting closer. 
You don’t say anything, choosing to stay silent. 
“That’s why you should have accepted me when I asked you out for like five times in two years.” Taehyung warps a hand around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. You let yourself relax in his touch. 
Taehyung is incredibly handsome, he is nice, funny, charming and rich. And he is very much interested in you. However, you never saw him as anything more than a friend and colleague. So, you kept on declining his advances. Moreover, you aren’t brave enough to date the CEO’s son and then let people talk behind your back saying that you slept your way up. But today you let your mind wander, today you give it a thought. Maybe if you chose him instead of giving into your mother’s wish, you would have been happy? Maybe you would fall in love with Taehyung eventually? Maybe Jimin would be with someone he actually liked, instead of getting stuck in this relationship with you? Maybe? Just maybe? 
Your mouth runs before you could think it through, “will you accept me now? If I were to divorce my husband and come to you?” 
You catch Taehyung off guard with your question but he quickly gains his sanity back and smiles, “I will.” 
“Will you mind staying a bit away from my wife?” the voice comes from beside you. You know the voice, you know the owner. It’s your husband, it’s Jimin. 
You twist your head at the speed of light and see him standing right beside your barstool. There he stands like the Greek God he is. His perfectly sculpted body is draped in a purple suit accompanied by a purple silk dress-shirt that has its first few buttons opened. His dark hair falls on his eyes, making him look much more appealing than he already is.
You catch him glaring at Tae’s arm, which is encircled around your shoulder. Is he jealous? But why? 
You suppose Tae noticed that too, as he unwraps his hand from your form. 
Jimin now looks directly into your eyes. There is a darkness in his eyes that you never perceived before. Something that makes chill run through your spine. You try to comprehend the situation. You try to think if you are hallucinating or not because there is no way Jimin would actually be here. 
“Sure man. She’s all yours.” says Tae as he gets up from his bar stool and proceeds to leave you two alone. No, you are not hallucinating. Both you and Tae can’t hallucinate at the same time. 
You part your lips to say something but you are immediately interrupted by your co-worker. 
“Y/N! Why won’t you receive your calls? Mr. Park was looking for you like a lost puppy.” says Hyun Mi. 
“Oh? I was… ah distracted.” You reply somehow, avoiding the ice-cold glare that your husband is giving you now. Thanks to your misery, you completely forgot you carried a purse and that had your phone inside it. 
“Very sad. Mr. Park you could have watched your wife receiving her trophy if you came thirty minutes earlier. Anyway, enjoy.” she says again before getting lost into the crowd. 
Jimin walks towards the seat Taehyung was sitting previously and sits down. 
“Congratulations” he says, you nod. You don’t look at him even when he sits closer than he ever had. 
“I thought you had a press conference to attend today?” You ask quietly. 
“It ended early so I came.” Jimin says while waving to the bartender and placing his order. 
“You didn’t have to.” 
“Why? Are you annoyed that your plan of divorcing me got interrupted?” Jimin chuckles. It’s probably the third time in eleven months that you are hearing him chuckling. But this time it’s because of you, and it’s dark, filled with malice. 
You don’t say anything. 
“Who was that guy? Your ex?” he asks again. 
“No. He can be my future though.” You reply calmly, as if you are suggesting something as casual as dinner menu. 
“What makes you think I will let you go so easily?” Jimin places his next question. 
“Your reluctance towards my existence?”
“I am not reluctant towrdas you, Y/N. I am rather very much aware.” Jimin raises his voice a bit.  
“Aware of how much you don’t want me in your life?” 
“No! Quite the opposite actually.” 
That makes you take a look at him, finding him already staring at you. You cock your eyebrow as if to ask for an explanation.   
If you expected him to say something then you are wrong because he changes the topic right away. 
“You look very… beautiful tonight.” Jimin rakes his eyes through your body, which seem to come to a halt when they reach to your chest and then drop down to your exposed thigh. You cross your legs and expose more of your skin as you catch him staring shamelessly. 
He smirks. One of his hands reaches to grab the supple flesh of your thigh harshly. You almost spit your drink out. 
“Don’t tease me, Y/N. I have been having a tough time controlling myself for these eleven months already.” Jimin’s voice drops down a few octaves as his thumb draws invisible circles on your thigh. 
Your eyes widen but you try to play innocent, “What do you mean?” 
Jimin’s fingers glide higher on your smooth skin and it reaches where you have only imagined his fingers before. 
His digits hover above your mound as he mouths, “Let me show you what I mean.” 
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shuavez · 2 days ago
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2:58am — j.ww
tags/warnings — waiter!wonwoo x reader. no warnings!
a/n — i love pancake parlour. that’s it that’s the fic.
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The diner is quiet, save for the soft hum of the company Spotify playlist filling the air and the occasional sound of banter drifting from the kitchen, where the cooks are talking about anything but the food. The bright lights above cast a muted glow over the half-empty tables, the remnants of late-night customers already cleared away.
You’re finishing up wiping down already-clean tables, the cloth warm and damp in your hands, the rhythmic motion soothing after hours of not much happening. The clock on the wall ticks lazily toward 3 a.m., and it’s just you and Wonwoo left.
“God, it’s dead tonight,” you mutter, pushing the last of the crumbs off a booth with a sigh. You glance over at Wonwoo, who’s leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
He looks up at you, his lips curling into a smile. “At least we have a place to ourselves.” He’s always so calm, always managing to make even the dullest hours feel comfortable.
“True,” you reply, leaning on the counter next to him. “I’m almost too comfortable. I feel like we should start a podcast or something. ‘Pancake Philosophy.’ I mean, we have all the time in the world for deep, philosophical conversations, right?”
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I’m not sure you’re ready for my thoughts. Some of them are too deep for you.” His voice is playful, but you catch the hint of affection behind the teasing.
“Too deep, huh?” you tease back, grinning. “I bet you’re the type of guy to have a secret stash of journals filled with all your musings.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes, but his smile lingers, as it always does when you’re around. “If I had a secret stash, I’d probably burn it. Who needs to remember all that nonsense?”
“I think you secretly want to be a philosopher. Bet you’ve thought about it,” you poke, leaning in a little, eyes narrowing playfully.
“Maybe.” He looks at you, his expression softening a little. “Maybe I just want to be good at something.”
“Pretty sure you’re already good at everything, Wonwoo,” you reply, giving him a half-hearted eye roll. “I can barely get my one job done, and you’re over here making pancakes look like art and being wise at the same time.”
He laughs at that, shaking his head. “You’re being dramatic. But you do have a point. I’m good at pancakes.”
“You’re the best at pancakes,” you affirm, nudging him with your shoulder. It’s playful, easy—like it’s always been between you two. There’s a smoothness to your friendship, a shared understanding without needing to say much. You’ve both been here countless times before, these quiet hours at the end of the night, and it’s always felt like home.
From the back, you hear Jeonghan’s voice echoing out to the front of the diner. “You two still here? I’m done with you. Go home already.”
You glance up at the clock—it’s almost 3 a.m., and he’s right. You’ve been finished with your shift for a while now, but there’s something nice about hanging around with Wonwoo, the air light and comfortable.
“Well, guess we’re done,” you say, gathering your stuff and heading toward your usual booth. “I’m not gonna complain about leaving early, but I swear, one of these days, I’m going to be too good at this job.”
Wonwoo falls in step beside you, nursing a stack of pancakes the cooks had kindly prepared for your knockoff. “I’m sure you’ll make it to employee of the month eventually. Don’t worry.”
“You’re really gonna stick with that ‘employee of the month’ thing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “At this rate, I’m more likely to get ‘most likely to break something before the end of my shift.’”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure you’ve already won that award. Multiple times.”
“Rude.” You give him a playful shove as you both walk to the far booth in the corner of the diner, slipping into your usual seats. “I’m not that bad.”
Wonwoo chuckles, reaching immediately for a fork. “Let’s be real—if anyone’s gonna break something, it’s you.” He smirks, poking idly at the edge of a pancake.
You roll your eyes again, grabbing the syrup and drizzling it over the pancakes that still sit between you two. “I’m not that clumsy, alright? I can handle a few spatulas and a knife without causing a catastrophe.”
“Sure, sure,” he says, his smile widening. “If you say so.”
You settle into a comfortable silence after that, just the sound of your forks scraping against plates filling the air. It’s a simple, ordinary moment, but it’s perfect in its own way. You’re used to this—eating pancakes at 3 a.m., laughing over the stupidest things, making fun of each other like friends do. But tonight, something’s different.
After a while, Wonwoo finally speaks again, his voice a little softer, more serious. “Hey, uh… I was thinking.”
You glance up at him. “That’s dangerous. You thinking always leads to something weird.”
He laughs, but there’s something nervous in it. “Maybe. But, uh… you wanna go out sometime? Like, outside of work?” His words stumble over each other, but you catch the sincerity in them, the way his gaze lingers just a little longer than usual.
You freeze, your fork halfway to your mouth, and blink. Wonwoo’s never been the type to make bold moves—he’s always been the quiet one, the one who observes more than speaks. The idea of him asking you out feels like something out of a dream.
“Like a date?” you ask, a little breathless.
“Yeah,” he confirms, voice quiet but earnest. “I mean… I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Just didn’t know how to ask. I didn’t want to make things weird.”
You stare at him for a moment, heart pounding in your chest, and a slow smile spreads across your face. “I’d like that,” you say softly. “I think I’d really like that.”
Wonwoo visibly relaxes, his smile returning, this time warmer. The tension that was there just a moment ago melts away, and the air between you two feels lighter. He looks down at his half-empty plate, suddenly unsure again. “I’ll… figure out when and where. I’ll make it good, I promise.”
After a few minutes, you finish the last bite of your pancakes, and you both slide out of the booth. The night air hits you both as you walk toward your car, the cool breeze stirring the stillness around you. There’s a slight unease in the air, but it’s not bad—just new.
There’s a pause—an almost awkward silence, but it’s filled with the weight of unspoken feelings, the kind that have been lingering in the air for far too long. Wonwoo shifts on his feet, then looks at you, his voice low and careful. “Can I… can I kiss you?”
The question, so polite and sincere, takes you by surprise. It’s almost as if he’s asking for permission to release something that’s been building between you two. You nod, a little breathless, and his hand comes to rest gently at your side.
He leans in slowly, cautiously, like he’s afraid he might break the fragile tension between you. When his lips finally meet yours, it’s soft at first—tentative, almost awkward, as if both of you are learning how to fit together in this new way. But then, with a shift of his weight, a soft sigh against your lips, it changes.
The kiss deepens, the rhythm coming naturally now as you both move in sync. It’s a release, an exhale of everything unsaid, and you lose yourself in the warmth of it. His lips are gentle yet insistent, his hand tentatively brushing the side of your face, and you can feel the quiet urgency that’s been hidden beneath the surface.
Just when you’re beginning to lose track of time, a voice breaks through the moment.
Jeonghan’s leaning against the door, holding a trash bag. “Well, look at that,” he says with a sly grin, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve been counting down the days until Wonwoo grew a pair.”
You laugh, pulling away from Wonwoo with a grin, and Jeonghan’s teasing only makes the moment feel more real.
“I’ll text you,” you say to Wonwoo, quickly pulling out your phone and setting a time and place. The promise of a real date, outside of work, feels like something new and exciting.
As you drive away, the taste of hot fudge and maple syrup lingers on your lips, mixing with the sweet anticipation of what’s to come.
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