#a.c.e7 oneshot

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Florist - Byeongkwan

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You hesitantly step up to the empty counter glancing around puzzledly looking for your boyfriend, Byeongkwan, who is also the florist at the local flower shop. He usually rushes to the front as soon as the bells above the door sound. You lean against the counter figuring he’s busy in the back of the shop.

“Sorry, we just got an order of artificial flowers,” he says pushing his hair away from his face you hum nodding your head, “do you have an order to pick up?” He asks leaning against the counter.

“Yes,” you trail off, “my friend asked me to pick up her wedding bouquet,” you roll your lips together, he nods stepping back toward the back of the shop.

“Here you go,” Byeongkwan says handing you the bouquet of roses, “I hope your Jihyo’s wedding goes well,” he says with a small laugh you hum nodding your head.

“Thank you,” you say brightly, “I’m really happy for her,” you say with a small sigh reaching into your bag to take out your wallet and pay for the flowers, “I won’t lie, though, I’m jealous,” you say with a laugh handing him the money for the flowers.

“Why?” He asks leaning further against the counter.

“Her boyfriend actually proposed to her,” you tease, “Yuchan asked me if you had proposed yet,” you admit he lets out a heavy sigh dropping his head, “I’m just teasing you,” you say softly running your hand through his hair.

“I figured we should wait until we got out of college, neither of us has rich parents like Yuchan,” Byeongkwan says with a small laugh, you return his laugh, “you should get going, I’ll see you later tonight,” he says gesturing towards the door you hum.

“Bye, I love you,” you call waving before turning away from him, he mirrors your words softly.

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[junbea]

I want to write an AU but idk if i have the confidence for it

[chungmellow]

Send in some soft things? Headcanons or whatever. I need some happiness

[melecs]

Like Riding a Bike

Read on AO3 // Read on AFF

As the heir to his father’s humble bike shop, Sehyoon’s entire future lay in repairing bicycles. But after a once-beautiful bike came in, wrecked, Sehyoon became completely attached to its owner (or maybe it was just the industrial fumes messing with his head).

Pairing: Wowson, side Dongjun

Rating: T

Words: 6,255

Bike Shop AU

[kim-sehyooned]

(fic) What a Wonderful World

Pairing: Sehyoon/Byeongkwan

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Sehyoon can’t remember where he is or how he got here, but then he meets Byeongkwan. And Byeongkwan can help. 

The sound of the leaves crunching beneath every single step he took was painfully loud in the dead of night, and Sehyoon winced as a particularly loud snap of a twig echoed into the silence.

He held his breath but nothing happened, and he let out a breath of relief and continued on.

There was no end to this forest. Every tree was starting to blend together, until it seemed he was surrounded by an infinite span of black, and brown, and green.

But still Sehyoon continued, determined to find his way out. Every challenge had a solution, and he was sure he would eventually solve this one as well. The only problem was it seemed like the path was repeating itself. He had definitely seen that odd-looking rock before, and he had already passed that same mossy stump three times.

He groaned, momentarily forgetting his attempts to be silent. Where the hell was he? What was this place? It seemed like he had been walking through this godforsaken forest for as long as he could remember.

A low growl pulled him out of his thoughts. Sehyoon froze, holding his breath. This was what he had been trying so hard to avoid. The rumbling growl came again, this time louder and much closer, and without a second thought Sehyoon bolted away from it as fast as his legs would take him.

He ran, gasping and panting, between the trees and over the small stream and under the vines hanging from the branches. The Thing followed, its loud thumping footsteps drawing closer and closer. Sehyoon cursed, glancing back over his shoulder. He could make out the outline of something huge, something on four legs. A bear, perhaps? Some sort of jungle cat?

“Oof-”

His foot caught on a rock that wobbled and gave way, and he flew to the ground, wincing in pain. The Thing slowed to a walk now, and Sehyoon nearly evaporated from fright as it towered over him.

It looked like a deer, large antlers protruding from the sides of its head, but its body was big and sturdy, like a mix between a rhinoceros and a water buffalo. It huffed, lowering its head to smell Sehyoon. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his fate.

“Shoo! Shoo, go on!”

Sehyoon felt the weight lifted from off his body and slowly peered up again. It was a person, face hidden by shadows cast by the flickering torch he was holding. The Thing backed up, hissing indignantly at the flame. The person waved his torch around.

“Go! Find your dinner somewhere else!”

The Thing finally turned and left, but not after leaving one last angry snort. Sehyoon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and let his body lay limp on the ground. The person watched The Thing go, and when it was completely out of sight he chuckled and walked over to peer down at him.

“You looked like you needed a hand.” He held his out and pulled Sehyoon up, who scoffed and looked away.

“I had that under control.”

“Clearly.”

In the trembling light of the fire, Sehyoon caught a glimpse of his rescuer. Tussled, bright orange hair, honey-brown eyes, a tiny, pointy face. Sehyoon thought he looked like a pixie.

“I’m Byeongkwan,” the pixie boy said, his eyes twinkling, and suddenly Sehyoon was all too aware that their hands were still firmly intertwined. He jerked his arm away.

“I’m Sehyoon.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sehyoon.” Byeongkwan peered curiously at him, and Sehyoon felt himself growing uncomfortable under the other’s piercing gaze. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I can’t remember. What is this place?”

Byeongkwan looked around at the rows upon rows of never-ending trees. “Forever Forest. You’re lucky I ran into you, otherwise you never would have gotten out.”

Sehyoon stared at him. “What do you mean? Who are you? Do you know the way out?” Byeongkwan chuckled and shook his head.

“So many questions. But yeah, I know the way out. Follow me.”

As they walked, Sehyoon bombarded Byeongkwan with more questions, and Byeongkwan carefully answered each one with confusing, cryptic answers that only raised more questions. Finally, Sehyoon huffed in annoyance and stopped mid-step. Byeongkwan glanced back questioningly.

“You’re no help,” Sehyoon grumbled, crossing his arms.

Byeongkwan pursed his lips. “Well, that depends on what you need help on. What do you want to do? Besides getting out of Forever Forest.”

“I want to understand,” said Sehyoon, running a hand through his hair. “I want to know how I got here, and I want to know why I can’t remember anything.”

Byeongkwan paused for a while. “I can help you do that,” he said finally, voice slightly softer than before. Sehyoon raised an eyebrow.

“Really? You promise?”

“I promise. But you have to trust me.”

He considered it. What did he have to lose? “Okay.”

“Okay.” Byeongkwan’s face broke into a bright grin, and Sehyoon’s breath hitched for a second. “Come on, we’re almost out.”

They walked for a little longer, Byeongkwan’s torch leading the way as they carefully stepped over stones and fallen branches. Sehyoon listened as the other told him more about the Forest. There was only one specific path out, and if you didn’t follow it the Forest would reform itself over and over until you were stuck there forever. Hence, the name.

“Here we are,” Byeongkwan sighed, wrapping a piece of leather fabric around his torch to put it out. “We made it.”

They stepped out into the clearing, and Sehyoon had to blink a couple times to let his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. When he could finally see again, he looked around in wonder at the bright blue sky, more vivid than anything he had ever seen before.

“It’s bright out? But, I thought it was night – it was so dark in the Forest, I – ” In his confusion he turned around, but what had been an endless maze of trees and vines just a couple seconds ago had completely disappeared, and the two of them stood in the middle of a wide, open field. He blinked.

“You’ll find time doesn’t follow the rules here,” Byeongkwan explained, and Sehyoon turned back to look at him. Now that they were standing in broad daylight, he could finally see what the other really looked like. He was petite. Cute, Sehyoon thought, with his oversized jacket and his orange hair brighter than ever.

“You said you would help me remember?”

Byeongkwan nodded, gesturing for Sehyoon to follow him. His sleeve dangled way past the end of his arm. “I’m taking you to a place. Then, you’ll remember.”

They set off in a random direction, not a single thing in sight on the horizon but the vast field, but Byeongkwan seemed to know where they were going. Small, blue vapours drifted down from the sky and formed around their feet, and soon the two of them were walking on a hazy stretch of clouds instead of the ground. Sehyoon felt a bounce in his step.

“Nice, huh?” Byeongkwan smiled his twinkling smile, and Sehyoon nodded. “Nothing makes me feel quite as light as walking on air. Except, maybe – well, you’ll see.” Sehyoon looked at him curiously. Byeongkwan reached down and scooped a bit of cloud up with his hand. “And it’s so soft, too. I like to paint with it. ‘Course, the only colour is blue, but there are many things I can make with blue.”

Sehyoon reached down and scooped up a handful too. It felt like cotton, only lighter, softer. He breathed out a sigh of amazement as he molded the cloud into a butterfly, and its wings fluttered and it flew off into the distance. Byeongkwan watched fondly. “You know,” he said, playing absent-mindedly with the cloud piece he was holding. “When I first saw you, I thought you’d be cold, but I was wrong. You’re warm.”

“People always tell me that,” Sehyoon murmured as he moulded another cloud piece into a butterfly. It flew away to join the first, the two butterflies fluttering and dancing with each other. “They don’t bother looking past what they first see.”

“Well, they’re missing out.” Byeongkwan grinned and reached his hand out to stick a fluff of cloud on Sehyoon’s upper lip. “Cloud mustache!”

“Wh – ” Sehyoon let out a loud sneeze, promptly destroying the cloud mustache as well as clearing away the clouds in front of the two of them so that they were walking on solid ground again. Byeongkwan laughed, eyes disappearing into two crescent moons. He reached out and grasped onto Sehyoon’s hand.

“Come on, hurry. Didn’t you want my help?”

This time, Sehyoon didn’t pull away.

They kept walking until the ground ended. For a while, they stood, staring down off the looming cliff at the unreachable land far below. Sehyoon glanced at Byeongkwan.

“What now?”

Byeongkwan took a deep breath and stared at Sehyoon, and for a moment Sehyoon found himself lost in a sea of honey-brown.

“We take a leap of faith.”

And without missing a beat, he jumped, pulling Sehyoon with him.

When Sehyoon finally stopped yelling in fear, it was because he felt the wind beneath him, pushing his body up and forward. His jaw dropped open and he glanced at Byeongkwan with wide eyes.

Byeongkwan giggled at him. “Close your mouth! Birds will fly in!” He spread his arms and legs out wide, closing his eyes in contentment and gliding through the air as the breeze carried them along. Sehyoon laughed in disbelief and copied him, giddy as he felt the air rushing through his hair and against his face.

In that instant, he felt more weightless than he had ever felt in his life.

They flew hand in hand for a little longer, until Sehyoon decided he wanted to try some tricks and let go to perfect his loop de loops. Byeongkwan played the part of a perfect audience and laughed and gasped and clapped.

Eventually, the thrill wore off, and the two of them glided side by side, enjoying the relaxing sensation. Out of nowhere, a song started playing, a soft, beautiful melody that made them want to smile and cry at the same time. Sehyoon looked around for the source of the music, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere.

“Do you hear that?” He asked. Byeongkwan nodded. “It sounds…so familiar. Like I’ve heard it before.”

Byeongkwan didn’t say anything. He just took Sehyoon’s hand again and flew the both of them down, down until they gently landed back on the ground.

Sehyoon looked around. They were on what seemed to be a beach, except the sand was nice and cool and the water was calm. The water was also a pale pink to match the sky, and he couldn’t tell where the water ended and the sky began.

Byeongkwan led the two of them over to a small boat bobbing up and down, and they climbed in and rowed out into the water.

Or was it the sky? Sehyoon couldn’t tell. They floated among the stars.

The music still echoed in the background, faint but constant. Sehyoon liked it. “Where are we now?” He asked. Byeongkwan paused.

“Sea of Memory.”

“Oh,” Sehyoon breathed.

“I could never stand being alone, you know,” Byeongkwan suddenly admitted, putting the oars down. “But I was getting used to it here. And then you came along.”

“I’m…sorry?”

“No, it’s not a bad thing.” Byeongkwan bit his lip. “Actually, it’s a good thing. A really good thing. You’re…a good thing.”

Sehyoon stared as the other boy glanced at him, and when his eyes met twinkling honey-brown, he leaned in and closed the distance between them.

The kiss was magical and almost too good to be true. Byeongkwan sighed in contentment and melted into Sehyoon, and all time seemed to stop as they sat there on the boat, surrounded by a sea of pink, hearts beating so fast they could no longer breathe.

Sehyoon was the first to pull away. Eyes still closed, he rested his forehead on Byeongkwan’s and whispered breathlessly, “Who are you?”

Purple and blue and white fish swam circles around them, and Byeongkwan sighed. “You should stay here with me.”

“What?”

“We can stay here together. We can build our own life here, in this magical world where anything can happen. What do you say?”

Sehyoon sat back, eyebrows furrowed. “Byeongkwan,” he murmured. “I don’t even know where this place is. I just want to know the truth. You said you’d help me figure it out.”

“You still haven’t figured it out?” Byeongkwan’s eyes blazed, and he sat up straight, tugging at his hair with his hands. “You still haven’t figured it out? We’re in the Sea of Memory. Think, Sehyoon, think!”

And Sehyoon thought. He thought as hard as he could. He tried with all his might to remember.

And he did.

It was dark. Raining. The streetlights hazily illuminated the empty street.

It had been a tough day at work. Sehyoon felt anger, annoyance, frustration.

There was a bright light. It blinded him. He felt his grasp on the steering wheel slip, and a rush of adrenaline as the car swerved in every direction.

He saw flashes of white, of red, of orange, and more red, and then black.

And then it was white again, and he saw the white faces staring down at him, and he felt the hospital lights glaring, and he felt himself being rolled as voices shouted at each other in the distance.

And then it was black again.

Sehyoon opened his eyes with a shuddering breath. Byeongkwan was looking at him, his gaze careful and wary. “You remembered.”

“I – that was – it was a – ”

“Car crash.” Byeongkwan paused. “Coma.”

“You mean…we’re in my head?”

“Not exactly. I don’t know.” Byeongkwan pursed his lips as thought of how to explain. “I don’t know what world we’re in, but all I know is somehow you’re here, and I’m here too.”

“Why are you here, Byeongkwan?”

The other boy just shook his head, refusing to answer the question. Sehyoon huffed.

“How do I leave?”

Byeongkwan’s eyes snapped to Sehyoon. “You want to leave?” He asked quietly. Sehyoon nodded.

“Yes. I want to leave.”

“Are…are you sure? I mean, you’ve seen how wonderful it is here, and we could do so many things, and – ”

“Byeongkwan.” Sehyoon took the other boy’s hand in his. “I know the truth now, and I don’t belong here. I want to leave.”

Byeongkwan stared at Sehyoon, and Sehyoon didn’t look away, and finally Byeongkwan sighed and nodded. “Okay. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.”

The pink mist surrounding them cleared away, and slowly Byeongkwan paddled his way to a small dock at the edge of the water. They stepped out of the boat, Byeongkwan silently leading the way along worn-down railroad tracks surrounded by shrubs and bushes. Sehyoon wordlessly followed him.

Finally, the tracks disappeared into a tunnel and Byeongkwan stopped. “This is it.”

Sehyoon peered inside. There were lights illuminating both sides of the tunnel, seemingly getting brighter and brighter the further away they were, until the end of the tunnel was just a blinding white glow. “I go in there?”

“You go in there, and you leave forever.”

Sehyoon looked back. At that moment Byeongkwan seemed smaller than ever, his arms folded across his chest and eyes glancing everywhere except at his face. “Come with me,” he breathed. Byeongkwan froze. “Come with me. Let’s leave this place together.”

“I…”

“It’s not real, Byeongkwan,” he continued, making sure to meet the pixie boy’s eyes. “Come with me to the real world, together.”

“I…I can’t,” Byeongkwan whispered, eyes glassy. “I wasn’t happy. I’m happy now. I’m happy here.”

They gazed at each other, both trying to convince the other that they were right, until Sehyoon sighed and pressed a quick kiss to Byeongkwan’s lips. The other boy’s eyes fluttered shut.

“If you change your mind, I’ll always be waiting,” Sehyoon whispered, and Byeongkwan nodded and plucked a flower from a bush off to the side. He tucked it behind Sehyoon’s ear.

“You should go.”

Sehyoon gave him one last, long look, and Byeongkwan smiled softly and waved a hand. “Go on. Shoo.”

Sehyoon turned and walked into the tunnel, and as he walked he felt the light surround him and envelope him until he could no longer feel anything anymore.

He cracked open an eye. Where was he? Beside his ear, he heard a steady beep…beep…beep… He opened the other eye and was met with the shocked face of his mother, squeezing his hand and standing upright by the edge of his bed.

“Sehyoon? Sehyoon? Can you hear me? Doctor!”

He clumsily reached a hand up to his face and from behind his ear pulled out a vivid purple flower. He stayed staring at the flower as his mother ran back into the room, doctors and nurses hurrying in behind her and yelling all sorts of things at him. In the background, the news reporter on the television spoke.

“An update on the accident on the intersection of Oxford Court and Lantern Lane, two victims reported to be hospitalized. Kim Sehyoon, 24, suffered injuries but is stable. Kim Byeongkwan, 22, still in critical condition.”

Welcome New Interns!

The banner hung proudly over the office door, and the CEO stood in front of it, gesturing this way and that as he gave his annual motivational speech to the newly hired members of the company.

Spirits were high in the office as they usually were on Intern Day, but Sehyoon had gotten accustomed to the festivities over the past few years and now would much rather get all his work done quickly and go home earlier. His boss would let him – he had been much more lenient after Sehyoon had finally returned to work, and although a couple years had passed Sehyoon found that he was still receiving a little bit of special treatment.

Not that he minded. Not at all.

He grumbled in annoyance as the vending machine whirred to dispense his candy bar, only for the wrapper to get stuck around one of the shelves and refuse to drop down. Groaning, he crouched down to try to reach for it through the slot at the bottom. It didn’t work. He bent down even further to get a better angle, but no matter how hard he tried, the treat did not budge.

The machine shook as someone gave it a violent kick on the side, and finally the candy bar dislodged itself and tumbled down into the slot. Sehyoon gave a cry of relief and grabbed it.

“Thank you so much, I hate it when that happens – ”

He looked up and was met with a pair of honey-brown eyes twinkling down at him. “You looked like you needed a hand.”

He swallowed. “I had that…under control…” Sehyoon slowly stood until he was face to face with the other boy, who chuckled and held out a hand.

“Byeongkwan. Newest intern. It’s been a long time.”

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CATCH UP | DONGHUN

request:  Im new to your blog. Is it ok if I can I please request either a fluff with a little smut of Mingyu (Seventeen), Rowoon, Hongseok (Pentagon) or Donghun (A.C.E). You can choose. Thanks.

pairing: Donghun x male! reader

genre: fluff

warning: none

word count: 1,7K

summary: Donghun and (Y/N)’s last day in their shared apartment.

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It stung when Donghun dropped the news. Sure, at first (Y/N) was as excited as Donghun was. He was finally debuting. It only hurt when Donghun said that he needed to move out. The two have been roommates for half a year now and that was enough time for (Y/N) to fall in love with Donghun. But clearly, not enough time for him to confess to the other. (Y/N) was sitting on his bed playing on his phone, Donghun was busy packing up his stuff. (Y/N) had asked if he could help Donghun, but the other had kindly rejected the help. Donghun was supposed to move in tomorrow into a new dorm that he would be sharing with the other members.  

The fact that the news came quickly was even more overwhelming than it already was. 

(Y/N) let out a sigh after locking his phone. He laid on his stomach doing nothing for a while just thinking about what to do. Well, if he couldn't help Donghun he should at least do something else for him. (Y/N) stood up from the bed and made his way out of the room. Donghun was in his own room packing and (Y/N) smiled seeing the other kneeled down going through his closet. 

"Hey." Donghun greeted (Y/N) when he spotted him. "Do you remember this?" Donghun pulled out a bottle, the bottle was made out of glass and it was see through. In the bottle was a ship, well there was supposed to be a full build ship. Of course, (Y/N) remembered the struggle the two have faced trying to build the ship. And he also remembered buying that bottle. Both of them went through the flee market once and they spotted the bottle. They were filled with ambition when they were told that they could build a ship in it. Though this ambition decreased after time when it became extremely difficult.

"How can I ever forget? This ship haunted me in my nightmares. " (Y/N) was now leaning against Donghun's door. One glance at the room Donghun laughed at the response. "I'm serious."

Donghun shook his head with a smile. "I know, I remember you coming into my bed telling me that you couldn't sleep." And of course, Donghun let him sleep next to him. (Y/N) gulped. He did have the nightmare and felt extremely uncomfortable at the thought of sleeping alone. So, (Y/N) decided to go to Donghun's room. He remembered Donghun's sleepy face when he awoke him during that night. Donghun let him sleep in his bed and it didn't help (Y/N) situation at first.

"(Y/N)?" Donghun's husky voice straddled (Y/N). "Sleep."

"I can't." (Y/N) mumbled quietly his heart raging against his chest feeling Donghun's back press against his own. Donghun hummed lightly before he turned around and now Donghun's chest was pressed against (Y/N)'s back. (Y/N) gasped slightly when Donghun also wrapped his arm around his waist. And then, Donghun put his chin on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "D-donghun…" Then Donghun started humming before he started singing softly. It was a gentle lullaby that sent (Y/N) into sleep after a while.

"Y-yeah." (Y/N) rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Donghun looked down at the bottle again.  

"Do you want to keep it?"

"No, it was in your room anyways. Keep it as a memory of you and I." (Y/N) chuckled slightly and Donghun looked up again.

 "I don't need a bottle to be reminded of you," Donghun said staring into (Y/N)'s eyes. "But I'll keep it anyway, it was a nice memory." Donghun looked at the bottle again and then smiled sadly. He was going to miss hanging out with (Y/N).

"I'm going to do dinner now." (Y/N) spoke up and got back on his two feet. "I'm going to do the special."

Donghun's eyes widen and excitement was found in them. "Really?"

"Yeah, we have to celebrate, don't we?" (Y/N) raised a brow with a smile on his lips. Donghun grinned widely nodding his head.

"Thank you, (Y/N)-ah!" Donghun called out his voice filled with happiness.

"Anything for you, Hunhun." (Y/N) turned away and made his way to the kitchen. It wasn't a big, but enough to hold to messy people. His special dish took some time to prepare, but Donghun's pleased reaction and praises were worth it. (Y/N) pulled up his sleeves and started preparing the dinner just for Donghun. The dish was always for Donghun, if they didn't live together (Y/N) wouldn't even bother with it.

This was a special day for Donghun and it deserved a special dinner.

Later that day Donghun had taken a break and then helped (Y/N) with dinner. Finally, the dinner had finished and it was obvious from the smell and colors of the food. Donghun looked excited and was practically drooling already.

"Yah!" (Y/N) slapped Donghun's hand lightly when he tried to reach out for the food. "Patients!"

Donghun pouted: "I have been patient for hours."

"You'll get your reward." And Donghun did after they set up the table with plates and drinks. Donghun moaned lightly when the food drowned his tongue. (Y/N) chuckled and rolled his eyes at his roommate. "That good?"

"It's always good." Donghun praised with light in his eyes.

“Well, I’m glad you always like it.” (Y/N) smiled gently getting back to eating his own portion. Donghun then frowned when he finished his plate. “What’s the frown?”

“That you won’t be there to cook it for me,” Donghun replied quietly.

“I’ll cook it for whenever you come visit, okay?.”

“Then I’ll come every weekend,” Donghun said with enthusiasm and (Y/N) grinned.

“You better.”

After dinner both of them cleaned up the kitchen, Donghun did the dishes while (Y/N) dried them and cleaned the table. It was already late and the sun was setting making their apartment reflect with warm colors. (Y/N) and Donghun sat on their orange colored couch with the green color pillows were on Donghun lap.

“I’m gonna miss you.” (Y/N) confessed and Donghun agreed by nodding his head. (Y/N) turned his head watching Donghun stare at the ceiling. The two had their heads laid back on the cushion next to each other. Donghun turned his head to (Y/N) as well their noses almost touching.

“I’ll miss you too, (Y/N).” The boy smiled showing off his braces. “I’ll make sure to visit you often.”

“Please do, even if it’s just because of my food.” Donghun laughed quietly and then threw his arms around (Y/N)’s neck burying his face into the other's neck.

“I’m going to miss you so much, (Y/N).” Donghun whispered his cheeks growing a bit red. (Y/N) was taken back by the sudden affection.

“Donghun.” Then (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Donghun’s back. There was a silence followed afterward, but Donghun didn’t move. Donghun wasn’t an affectionate person, he always was a bit reserved but as time went on Donghun opened up to (Y/N).  

“I’m scared.” The voice was quiet, (Y/N) almost didn’t hear it. (Y/N) was about to speak up, but Donghun pushed away and looked down at his lap growing visibly insecure. “What if I’m not good enough?” Still, the voice was a quiet whisper. (Y/N) frowned.

“Where is this coming from? Donghun,” (Y/N) grabbed into Donghun’s hands. “You’re such a talented and beautiful human being. You’re enough-you’re more than enough, Donghun.” At the same time (Y/N) had begun to rub the other’s hand in reassurance. Donghun looked up at (Y/N)’s words.

“You think?”

“No, I know.” (Y/N) was staring into Donghun’s eyes with seriousness. “You and the others have worked so hard for this, I’m so sure that you guys will do great. You’re gonna do great, Hunhun.” The nickname made Donghun smile and the worry in his eyes faded, not all of it. (Y/N) knew that the worry was understandable and he couldn’t push all of it from Donghun’s shoulder. So that is why leaned upward a bit and pressed his lips against Donghun’s forehead. “For good luck.” (Y/N) whispered when he saw Donghun’s expression drop at the kiss. The once pale cheeks turned back to cherry pink and Donghun looked down again. An overwhelming amount of emotions consuming his head and heart. The flustered boy fiddled with his fingers slightly thinking with his heart.

“I’m still nervous.” (Y/N) tilted his head at that confused. Then Donghun looked up again making them on the same eye level. Donghun stared directly into (Y/N)’s eyes and licked his lips nervously. “Oh.” (Y/N)’s mouth gaped slightly at realization. “I-I-“ This time (Y/N) got flustered. Donghun still waited nervously his eyes locked with (Y/N) in anticipation.

(Y/N) gulped, but leaned down again pressing his lips against Donghun’s forehead. This time Donghun’s closed his eyes as the kiss lasted longer. Donghun felt his heart flutter in his chest. The lips moved away from Donghun’s forehead making him yearn for more. He opened his eyes again catching (Y/N) staring at him as well. Donghun squeezed his eyes shut his rational mind trying to take over him but instead, he followed his heart. Throwing his arms around (Y/N)’s neck and leaped forward pressing his lips against (Y/N). At first, (Y/N) couldn’t move an inch his eyes looked like they were about to burst and his heart felt like it would leap out off of his chest. Donghun moved his lips against (Y/N) trying to get a reaction, but when he didn’t he pulled away with his eyes wide as well.

“(Y/N), I-I don’t know-I’m sor-“ (Y/N) shut the stuttering boy by relocking their lips. (Y/N) cupped one of Donghun’s cheeks creasing the warm soft skin and closed his eyes. Donghun melted into the kiss and his eyes fluttered shut as he started kissing back. The kiss quickly got heated when Donghun straddled (Y/N)’s lap to press himself against the other. It was like they were trying to catch up with all the times they have lost. The two parted breathing heavily. Their lips were inches apart and the breaths they breathed out brushed against each other’s skin.

“You know how much I waited for this moment?” (Y/N) softly stroked Donghun’s neck. Donghun tilted his head with his eyes closed enjoying this moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Donghun asked almost desperately.

“I didn’t know how.” (Y/N) admitted while admiring Donghun’s face. Donghun opened his eyes after a moment of silence. Then Donghun smiled slowly leaning forward their lips inches away from each other and said “Then let’s catch up” before reconnecting their lips.

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Relax - Wow

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Seyoon throws himself down onto the couch next to you with a sigh. You turn towards him smiling softly.

“Rough day?” You question, Seyoon’s eyes were shut and he nods as response, “what happened?” You question, Seyoon rolls his head to the side to look at you, his eyes fluttering open.

“I’m not that good with new people so mixnine’s kind of hard,” he admits, “I’m not with the other members of my group it would be easier if I had Byeongkwan with me,” he rushes out, you nod, “we were supposed to go back to the company today, I told them I was going with you,” he says with a laugh, “I’m so tired, I might snap on one of them,” he sighs side smiling.

“Do you want a massage?” You ask softly, Seyoon smiles nodding softly, “I’ll give you a shoulder massage,” you explain, motioning for Seyoon to turn, Seyoon turns with his back facing towards you.

You move closer to him putting your hands on his shoulders. He rolls his head back while you apply pressure to his shoulders with the palms of your hands. You continue this listening to him talk about things that happened while he was staying with the people on the show.

“Donghun and Byeongkwan showed the others pictures of you,” Seyoon says with a laugh, “Seungjun from knk said we go well together visually,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh? Did you brag about me?” You say jokingly, Seyoon hums in response, you trial your arms forward wrapping them around his neck, “I missed you,” you mutter, he laughs turning his head to the side to face you, “why did Donghun and Byeongkwan tell them about me?” You question.

“Well they didn’t tell them, Inseong and Heejun were saw the teaser photos for your drama,” he pauses, “Donghun told them we were dating and apparently some of them didn’t believe him so Byeongkwan showed them the pictures from the Christmas and Halloween parties,” he laughs.

“Well I never hid our relationship, even when you were a trainee,” you let go of him leaning back against the couch, Seyoon lays his head against your lap.

“I’m tired,” Seyoon mumbles, closing his eyes.

“Junhee does know you’re here, right?” You question, “he’s not going to call me later and chew me out?” Seyoon laughs at your concern, he nods his head against your lap still.

“Can I sleep like this?” Seyoon mumbles, you nod, you run your fingers through his hair moving it out of his face, his lips twitch upward into a smile, he crosses his arms over his chest, “Thank you.”

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Confessing - Donghun

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“Y’N, Y’N, hurry and come over,” Byeongkwan calls frantically through the phone, you’re half asleep and confused.

“Why?” You mumble, pushing your hair back, sitting up on the edge of your bed.

“Donghun, he’s hurt,” Byeongkwan rushes, that wakes you straight up and your heart is racing in your chest while you pull yourself to your feet.

“What happened, is he alright?” You rush out, the other side of the line is quiet before going dead, your mind is racing and you can’t even think to be mad at Byeongkwan for hanging up on you.

You pull on your jacket and shoes before leaving your apartment, walking as fast as you can towards the Beat Interactive dorms. You knock on the door, Byeongkwan opening it, letting you inside. You take your shoes off, leaving your jacket on. The lights were off and Byeongkwan was the only person you could see anywhere.

“I’ll see you later Y’N, have fun with Donghun,” Byeongkwan calls.

“Don’t say it like that Byeongkwan, you sound like a pervert,” Donghun calls from wherever he was hiding, you can’t see him,

Byeongkwan laughs closing the door. You step towards the kitchen in the dorms, assuming that was where the voice came from.

“Are you hurt?” You ask looking him over, he seems fine which makes you figure Byeongkwan was just trying to get you here.

“What did Byeongkwan say to you?” Donghun questions slowly, “I told him to see if you could come over for breakfast,” both of you were equally confused, but honestly what did you expect from Byeongkwan.

“He’s so weird,” you say with a laugh, feeling strangely nervous being alone with Donghun, Donghun agrees sitting across from you.

“I have something that I want to say,” Donghun’s sentence starts out confidence, but that confidence quickly disappears, “I-“ he sighs cutting himself off- “-I like you,” he rushes out closing his eyes.

Your heart skips a beat: “you like me?” You repeat back to him, unsure of what else to say, a smile coming to your face.

He opens his eyes slowly, returning your smile once he sees your own.

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Interrupted - Wow

(Admin: Babyboiii, I love Kim Sehyoon n I think he is a truly soft man, I just wanted to say that before I wrote this request)

“Where are the other members?” You question taking notice that only you and Sehyoon were in the dorm.

"Junhee went to the store and Donghun tagged along with him, I think Byeongkwan is here," Sehyoon trails off looking towards the half-open bedroom door, "he's probably asleep," he concludes, "and Yuchan is promoting with UNB," he says with a small nod that you return.

"It's been a while since we've been alone, here at least," you say with a small laugh leaning further into his side.

Sehyoon leans down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek surprising you. You turn so that you’re facing him, pulling yourself away from his side Sehyoon shoots you a confused glance before breaking into a smile. Sehyoon cups your cheek with one of your hands leaning down to press his lips to yours again, but the kiss wasn’t a chaste short kiss like the previous. Sehyoon moves further into the kiss moving you further back onto the couch.

“Can we do this?” You rush out when Sehyoon pulls back your hand on his chest, Sehyoon nods leaning back down to press his lips to yours again.

His lips effectively make you dismiss your worries of anyone coming in. You wrap one of your arms around his neck pulling him closer losing yourself in the kiss. Sehyoon presses his chest against yours settling his weight further onto your own. You slide one of your hands along Sehyoon's back the other one lacing through his hair.

"Sorry," Byeongkwan's voice calls out loudly making both you and Sehyoon jump, Sehyoon covers his mouth with his hand embarrassed.

"I knew we'd get caught," your say in a hushed voice hitting his shoulder and arm pushing him lightly.

"It was just Byeongkwan," Sehyoon mutters through his hand, "at least it wasn't Junhee," Sehyoon says putting his hand on your thigh with a small smile.

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HAPPY 50 FOLLOWERS

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD REACH THIS MANY LOL. But in any case, thank you so much for following and requesting! It makes me happy that we've come this far. To many more

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New content coming your way. Hit me up with some asks while I work?

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I'm working on a potential introduction to myself as well as some other random oneshots to fill in the bands that I'm missing

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If you wanna talk or wanna request something, I’m open~

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I have one more request but I'm exhausted. I didn't sleep well last night. So I'll be heading to bed soon. I'll finish it tomorrow!

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Today I will be busy out with friends. We'll be skating and getting bubble tea, but I will be back later today! And I will be pushing out a Bobby x reader for the 50 mark (and I'm also soft for him, so I wanted to write something super fluffy with him) I will have my phone on my though for anyone who wants to ask questions or chat (the music there is mainly rap, so I play my own music when I skate) Goodbye for now!