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hwamphwamp · 20 days ago

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*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟcuddling // xdinary heroes ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*

a/n: trying little baby blurbs so I can at least post SOMETHING when I’m not in the mood to write longer stuff?? Idk, these were fun to write really quick for giggles

warning(s): swearing, other than that there’s technically nothing that I view as anything crazy but like… obviously cuddling/physical affection… Jooyeon’s is very slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough I guess but I tried to make this as innocent and gender neutral as possible

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gunil <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“How do you like it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, clinging to Gunil like a koala while he laid in your arms. It probably looked ridiculous—your legs wrapped around him and arms hugging him tight as you clung onto him with all your might.

“I mean…” he started, voice already teasing, “I feel like I’m wearing a warm backpack.” He tried to turn his head to look at you, but you pushed it gently back onto your arm, which was currently serving as his pillow.

“Stay still,” you murmured, still grinning.

He let out a a soft laugh but didn’t resist, settling back against you. “I do wish I didn’t feel like I was being held captive every time I try to move, though.”

“So you don’t like being the small spoon?” you asked, though the way he shifted, pulling your leg tighter around him, told you all you needed to know.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied, lifting your hand from where it rested on his torso. He kissed each of your knuckles slowly; like it was the most natural thing in the world. “But if you say a word about this to anyone, I’ll never let you do this again.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you started to pull away dramatically. “Oh? Never again? Guess I’ll just—”

“Don’t.” His hands moved fast, pulling your arms and legs right back around him before you could even pretend to reclaim the tiniest bit of freedom.

“You addicted little liar,” you teased, laughing softly against his neck. “I knew you were bluffing.”

Gunil let out a quiet, shaky laugh; the sound tinged with just enough embarrassment to make his ears burn. He silently thanked the darkness for hiding the m blush that was creeping up his neck and settling across his cheeks.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jungsu <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“You’re aware that I can move you whenever I want to, right?”

Jungsu’s voice was calm, but the faint, mischievous shine in his eyes said he was already plotting his next move. You lifted your head from where it rested on his chest, meeting his gaze with the most innocent smile you could muster.

“Of course I’m aware,” you replied, tapping his nose playfully with your index finger before setting your head back down. Sure, you knew he could flip you over like it was nothing—but where was the fun in letting him think he had the upper hand all the time?

It didn’t take long—maybe a minute or two—before Jungsu made his move, flipping you effortlessly so that he was now draped over you instead. His eyes fluttered shut almost immediately as your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, massaging his scalp with just enough pressure to pull him deeper into relaxation.

“That’s not—god…” he mumbled, his words trailing off as your fingers worked their magic. “That’s not fair.”

If there was one thing you were good at, it was taking control in the subtlest of ways, even when Jungsu tried to assert himself. He’d never admit it to anyone else, but he loved the way you could see right through him—the way you knew exactly how to unravel him in minutes after a long day.

“Life’s not fair, buddy,” you teased, smirking as your fingers gave a light tug on his hair just to test the waters. Sure enough, an almost silent groan escaped his lips—almost being the key word.

“You’re kind of evil. Do you know that?” he muttered, using what little willpower he had left to at least let you know that he wasn’t blind; he knew exactly what you were doing.

“Of course I know that,” you replied, your heart softening as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, letting the moment linger for both your sakes. “How do you think I won you over in the first place?”

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gaon/jiseok <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“So, do you have an upset stomach or are you just hungry?” Jiseok asked, peeking up at you from where he’d made himself very comfortable, laying on your stomach like it was his personal pillow.

“Neither,” you replied, flicking his forehead lightly for breaking the peaceful silence. “Stomachs just make noise, babe. Not my fault you want to lay on mine 24/7.”

“It’s so soft,” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into you like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. You half-worried he might smother himself at some point, but he looked too peaceful to disturb.

“Well, that’s not exactly what anyone wants to hear about their stomach,” you teased.

“Don’t care,” Jiseok mumbled, his voice muffled as he wrapped his arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t dare try to move him. “You’re soft and comfortable. My little human teddy bear.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that had been bubbling in your chest since the moment he threw himself on top of you, dramatically swearing that he’d never let you move again.

Jiseok, didn’t care in the slightest. The smile he’d been wearing since he found you waiting for him in bed stayed on his face, his happiness so warm and inviting that it was impossible not to feel it too.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> o.de/seungmin <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Baby… I’m begging you to get some sleep,” you whispered, nudging Seungmin lightly. He stirred a bit, lifting his head from your shoulder, eyes squinting at you in sleepy confusion.

“I was getting some sleep,” he mumbled, voice soft and scratchy as he tightened his arms around your waist like you were his personal pillow. He buried his face back into the curve of your shoulder, clearly unwilling to move. The thought of leaving his spot to sleep in your bed without you was, apparently, too insane to even entertain.

“I meant—” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know what you meant,” he murmured, pressing a barely-there kiss to your skin. His words slurred slightly as sleep began to drag him back under. “Now finish your paper so we can go to sleep together, yeah?”

And just like that, his breathing evened out again, settling into a steady rhythm as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped snug around your waist. He was warmer and much more comfortable than your flimsy desk chair could ever hope to be, and you weren’t about to complain about being the comfiest you’ve ever been while you edited the final parts of your paper.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.->junhan/hyeongjun<-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Babe… I promise I’m… not going anywhere,” Hyeongjun mumbled against your chest, the words barely coherent with how little space there was between his mouth and you.

“Can’t risk you changing your mind,” you replied sleepily, arms tightening around him as you locked your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Hyeongjun let out a dramatic sigh, though the warmth in his voice gave him away. “I am begging you to let me take a deep breath,” he pleaded, but if he was being honest, he wouldn’t mind suffocating like this. If he had to go, being smothered by you was hardly a bad way to leave this earth.

“Fine,” you muttered, loosening your grip just enough for him to raise his head. He inhaled deeply a couple times before you yanked him back down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before nuzzling your face back into your pillow.

Hyeongjun smiled softly, his body melting into yours as your arms found their place around him again, anchoring him in your warmth. While he wasn’t naturally the most physically affectionate person, there was something about the way you clung to him like he was the only thing grounding you that made his heart ache in the best way.

As the quiet settled around you both, one thought lingered in his mind: maybe he didn’t need to breathe that much after all—at least not if it meant losing this. He tightened his hold just around you just a bit, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him to the most content sleep he’d had in ages.

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jooyeon <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

“Yuck.”

You and Jooyeon both looked up to see Jungsu standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression teetering somewhere between disgust and exhaustion.

“No offense,” he began, gesturing vaguely at the two of you tangled together, “but we didn’t buy a loveseat just so you two could monopolize it 24/7.”

Jooyeon smirked, completely unbothered, and pulled you even closer into him, like he was daring Jungsu to keep talking. “What’s the problem? Is it the lack of loving on the loveseat? We can fix that if you’re into watch—”

“Enough!” you and Jungsu snapped in unison, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m going to my room,” Jungsu announced, already turning to flee. “Goodnight, Y/N. Jooyeon… choke.”

The slam of his door echoed through the apartment, leaving you and Jooyeon alone in the sudden silence. It lasted all of two seconds before you both burst into laughter, Jooyeon’s shoulders shaking as he pulled you fully onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist even tighter, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, grinning against your skin.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and smug, “apparently, he doesn’t like to watch.”

You swatted his arm playfully, laughing even more when he clutched at his chest like you’d just reached inside and took his heart with you.

“You’ve gotta stop rubbing it in that you have someone to cuddle,” you teased softly, absentmindedly threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re going to drive the others insane.”

Jooyeon simply shook his head because at the end of the day, how could he not rub it in?

“If they weren’t so bitchless, they’d have a gorgeous person to cuddle on our loveseat too,” he said casually, shrugging like it wasn’t the most outrageous thing he could’ve responded with. “That’s a them problem though. Me? I’m living the dream.”

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gunilslaugh · 5 months ago

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Haiii, ik you’re on hiatus but I miss your writing sooooo muchhh and I got this idea that I couldn’t get out of my head and I thought that you’d be the perfect person to turn this idea into a masterpiece. Hyeongjun having a s/o who is his total opposite, like he’s all punk and rockstar and she’s all cutesy and bright, like how he has black nail polish and she has pink.

Yk the “he was punk, she did ballet” kind of stuff.

-🫧

Hi 🫧 anon! I am currently on hiatus but I just had to write this lol. As a former ballet dancer I always take the "she did ballet" literally so you're getting punk Hyeongjun x ballerina reader lol. I hope you enjoy

Han Hyeongjun Summary: Hyeongjun was a punk, you did ballet. [yes that’s the summary I’m going with lol] (non-idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Y/n come with us to open mic on Saturday,” Jiseok says.

“Can’t I have dance,” you reply.

“You always have dance,” he sighs

“Exactly, so you should have known better than to ask her,” Seungmin chimes.

“I just feel like we only see her in school. I want to hang out with you y/n.” Jiseok grabs onto your arm and shakes it.

“Yeah it’s funny we only see y/n during school and only see Hyeongjun outside of it,” Seungmin chuckles.

“Who’s Hyeongjun?” you ask, never having heard the name before.

“Our friend who is killer at shredding the guitar. You could meet him if you come on Saturday.” Jiseok tried to persuade you.

“I can’t I-”

“Have dance,I know. What time does class end? Maybe you could come after.” You shake your head.

“We have rehearsals for our summer show. I won't get out till late,” you state.

“Well what time does it start? Maybe you could pop by before.” Jiseok tried again, not ready to give up.

“I have a pas de deux class at five,” you inform, shrinking into my shoulders.

“I give up,” Jiseok throws his hands up.

“I told you I don’t know why you bother,” Seungmin said.

“Would it seriously kill you to miss one class?” Jiseok questioned.

“Yes! There’s nothing worse than missing dance for me,” you say. Jiseok grumbles at your response. “Look, I have a two week break after our summer show. We can hang out then.” Jiseok perks up.

“I’m holding you to that.” He points at you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jiseok indeed was holding you to your word. That’s how you found yourself in a small crowd of people in front of a small stage.

“It’s kinda cramped,” you speak loudly over the music playing.

“It’s part of the fun,” Jiseok smiles.

Soon the lights dim and a band walks onto the stage.

“This is Hyeongjun’s band,” Seungmin tells you. He points out which one is Hyeongjun. He had long black hair. Was wearing baggy jeans, a band tee and his fingernails were painted black. The complete opposite of your bright and feminine aesthetic. Down to your light pink fingernails. His aura intrigued you. It seemed dark and a little mysterious. Seungmin wasn’t lying when he said he had killer guitar skills. The way his fingers moved along the strings captivated you.

After the performance was over Jiseok and Seungmin took you to meet Hyeongjun and his band.

“And who’s this little lady? Doesn’t really look like this is her kind of scene.” One of Hyeongjun’s band members asked.

“Jooyeon, this is y/n.” Jiseok points at you. “Y/n this is Heyongjun and Gunil.” He points to either of the two males.

“Nice to meet you. You guys were good,” you compliment them.

“Really you thought they were good? You were just awkwardly standing while they were playing, so I kinda thought I made a mistake taking you out of the studio.” Jiseok says.

“Studio?” Hyeongjun asked.

“Oh I do ballet,” you inform.

“Oh my god we’re punks and she does ballet!” Jooyeon joked excitedly.

“You do look like a dancer now that you say that,” Gunil said.

“Wait, so you can do the splits?” Jooyeon cut in.

“Why does everybody ask that?...Yes I can do the splits,” you say.

“Do them-”

“How long have you been dancing?” Hyeongjun cuts Jooyeon off.

“Since I was three,” you tell him.

“Do you have any videos?” he asked.

“Yeah in fact we just had our summer show.” You pull out my phone to pull up the videos. “Here.” You flip your phone around to show him the video of your performance. “I’m right here.” You point to yourself.

Just as you became captivated by Hyeongjun watching him play, Hyeongjun became captivated by you watching you dance. Seeing your delicate lines, soft flowing movements. It stirred something inside Hyeongjun’s heart. The others are quick to notice the daze-like state Hyeongjun is in as he watches you dance. Seungmin smirks, having noticed your daze-like state earlier when you were watching Hyeongjun play.

“You look really pretty when you dance,” Hyeongjun compliments when the video ends.

“Thanks,” you smile. “You look cool while playing guitar.” Hyeongjun smiles too

“Thanks,” he returns. The others share glances at yours and Hyeongjun’s exchange.

“Hyeongjun, have you ever thought about learning to ride a skateboard?” Jooyeon randomly asked. Jiseok laughs at his question.

“Um..no. Why?” Hyeongjun responded. Jooyeon smiles.

“Just asking.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We’re gonna hang out with Hyeongjun and the others this weekend. Do you want to come?” Jiseok asked.

“I almost forgot I’m on my two-week break. I was about to say I have dance.” you laugh, so do Jiseok and Seungmin.

“So do you want to come?” Seungmin questioned. You couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing Hyeongjun again made your heart feel a certain way.

“Sure I’ll come,” you agree.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You brought Ms.Ballerina,” Gunil notes upon your arrival.

“She usually has dance so we’re taking full advantage of her two week break,” Jiseok says.

“Yeah I’ve seen the outside world a lot recently,” you joke. Hyeongjun smiles. He’s happy to see you again. The bright aesthetic of your white flower blouse and pastel blue skirt feels like a breath of fresh air to him. Not that he could imagine not dressing in his punk rock aesthetic nor was he tired of it. Just something about you and how you appear to be the complete opposite of him really pulled him in towards you.

“Talk to her.” Gunil nudged Hyeongjun, easily noticing the way he was looking at you.

“About what? I doubt that we have much in common.”

“Just go.” Gunil literally shoves Hyeongjun over to you. Hyeongjun stumbles his way over to you.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Hey,” you smile at him brightly. Your heart rate picked up a little with joy that he was talking to you. Hyeongjun tries to think about what to say to you.

“I’m glad you came today,” he expressed.

“I am too. It’s nice to see you again,” you reply. Hyeongjun’s heart warms at your words. A silence comes over the two of you. Neither of you know quite what to say, but you remain walking side by side.

“Do you paint your own nails?” you asked, looking down at his hand covered with black polish.

“Oh yeah I do,” he answers, bringing up his hands.

“They look nice,” you say.

“Thanks, your pink nails look cute.” he gestures to your hands.

“What bands do you like?” you carry on with the conversation. Hyeongjun’s a bit shocked by your question. Not really expecting you to know much, if anything about bands, but he tells you nonetheless. Giving you the names of his favorite songs and bands he finds inspiration from.

At some point you and Hyeongjun broke off from the others without even noticing. Being too caught up in learning (and falling) for one another. It wasn’t until either of your phones went off with a text from Jiseok with a picture of the two of you sitting on a bench together with the caption. “He was a punk. She did ballet” that you both realized the others were nowhere to be found. A blush brushed over both of your cheeks.

“We should find the others,” Hyeongjun said.

“Yeah we should.”

Of course when you reunited with the others they had to tease the two of you by asking how your date went. Even though the two of you denied you both liked the thought of going on a date together.

3 months later

“Hyeongjun!” you happily called your boyfriend as you walked out of the dance studio. His punk attire certainly sticking out amongst all the dancers also leaving the studio. He smiles, sticking out his hand for you.

“How was class?” he asked as you linked your pink painted nails with his black ones.

“Good. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow though,” you chuckle lightly. You continue to tell Hyeongjun about your class and even if he only understands every other ballet term that comes out of your mouth he still listens to you intently.

Yours and Hyeongjun’s personalties were polar opposites, yet somehow the two of you blended together so perfectly. You were bright and he was dark. You brought light into his life and he brought a sheltering shade into yours. It was the perfect balance. He was a punk. You did ballet. What else is there to say?

Bonus Scene

“Heyingjun come here,” you call for your boyfriend.

“What is it?” he asked, entering the room. He sees you sitting on the bed with a bottle of pink polish out.

“Sit down.” You pat the bed.

“The pink is making me nervous,” he says pointing to the bottle.

“Just a little tiny bit,” you say, making a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

“I don’t know,” Hyeongjun said. Yet he still lets you take his hand in yours when you reach out for it. You take the bottle of pink polish and open it. Then carefully you take the brush and paint a french tip across the black nail on Hyeongjun’s ring finger. “See just a little” you smile.

“Let me see your hand” Hyeonjun tells you. You stick out your hand for him. Hyeongjun grabs a bottle of black nail polish then carefully uses the brush to paint a black french tip across your pink nail. “There now we match.” The two of you smile like two fools in love holding your ring fingers next to each other. Hyeongjun imagines that one day there will be a pretty ring sitting on your finger too.

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