#ace7 drabble

[pocket-scenarios]

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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Hiii! Could you do 48 with Jun?

prompt:

48 | “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

scenario:

a date couldn’t have gone any better even if you’d tried

words: 1,232

genre: fluff

There were a million and one things that you could have been doing on a night as beautiful as this, clear skies and stars shining so crisply that they felt painted there, but of all the scenarios in your head, this one was by far your favorite. The night was lit up by colorful hues of dated lights, spinning and twisting along a variety of stands that lined a makeshift dirt path which weaved through the grounds of the carnival.

It was on this particular night that everything seemed to glow that much brighter, shimmering with the sounds of laughter and boisterous screams ringing from sketchy cages spinning in the air. Giant stuffed animals covered wide smiles as small arms stretched around the fabric, or perhaps it was smaller and dragged by the sweaty palms of a grinning child. Everything the carnival provided brought nothing but an overwhelming sense of joy that intoxicated your every nerve.

The tips of your fingers clamped firmly together as you adjusted your legs around Jun’s back, hugging his neck as he paraded you around along with your friends. After a particularly nauseating turn on Space Trip, vertigo settled in rather quickly and it was without a single question that Jun bent down in front of you and heaved you onto his back.

“You can put me down now,” you said into his ear, laughing as his body shivered from your voice.

“Nah, I’m okay,” he retorted, craning his head to glance back at you from the corner of his eye. “Besides, you’re keeping me warm.”

“But I have to go to the bathroom,” you said in a sing-song only to have him squatting down just enough for you to slide off his back.

However, the instant your feet were firmly planted on the ground his hand was winding through yours until your fingers were knotted together, his hand tugging you along. A coy smile spread adoringly over your face as he mindlessly pulled you closer into his side, arms brushing against each other as you walked.

He moved with purpose toward your group of friends up ahead and gave a pat to Donghun’s shoulder as the pair of you caught up. “Do you know where the bathrooms are?”

The brunet only frowned and shrugged his shoulders before pausing and standing up on his toes to glance around. After a moment he pointed off to the right and gestured toward a blue sign painted with the word ‘RESTROOM’.

“We were gonna go get some funnel cake at a stand a few yards up,” Donghun commented as he glanced between the two of you. “Just give me a call if we aren’t there when you’re done.”

“Sounds good, thanks, man,” Jun smiled, giving his friend another slap on the back as he pulled you away from your friends.

The pair of you were quick to rush off to the bathroom’s, meeting at the dart game off to the side once you were done. It seemed the second you emerged from the bathroom, though, that he was right there with his arm tossed over your shoulder and a kiss planted at your temple.

“Someone’s rather affectionate tonight,” you hummed with a grin but cuddled into his side with your fingers hanging from his.

He rose his shoulders in a shrug and swiveled his attention back onto the pathway before you. “I can’t help it, you look really cute in my flannel.”

“Dork,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes and pulled him along with you to meet back up with your friends.

The group of them were easy to spot as they climbed over each other and yelled into the night, laughter bellowing as heads craned backward in happiness. The second the two of you joined them, you were tugged apart and enveloped into different conversations, Donghun talking his ear off as Taehyung did a full charade of Chan’s slip at the ring toss.

However, amidst the stories and laughing, a set of fingers wiggled its way into yours as a hand wound around your waist and pressed you into a firm back. A smile grew on your face as you nodded at Tae, but the drum of Jun’s fingers on the skin beneath your shirt had you pushing yourself further back.

“We’ve become that clingy couple that you used to complain about,” you whispered as you stole your attention up to the blond holding you.

He only rolled his eyes and hugged you tighter, leaning down just enough to peck your lips before muttering, “Shut up.”

Yet the night only carried on like this, with him stealing you away to press kisses to your neck from behind the ticket booth, grinning as your hands swatted at him when he beat you in a game. He could only pull you toward him like the earth circling the sun, urging you to stay near him as the night crawled onward.

His attention never divided from you and as the two of you found yourselves at the top of the ferris wheel, your head tucked just right under his chin as you leaned against him. Every now and then he would kiss your head, thumb running gently over your hand as the ride slowly brought you up and down.

“I don’t want this night to end,” you said softly, pushing your nose into his shirt as you tucked your legs onto the bench beneath you.

“Me neither,” he agreed with ease, and you didn’t have to look to know he was smiling. “I don’t think we’ve had this much fun since our date at that one game house.”

“You mean the one where you beat me in everything and didn’t even give me the plushie you won?” A brow quirked as you angled your head up at him but he only pursed his lips and looked away only to break into a smile as you pinched his side.

“I’m being serious!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him and turning his attention to your hands interlocked on his lap. “It feels like all we’ve been doing is saying hello and goodbye because of our schedules. Getting to just sit here with you is all I’ve wanted to do for weeks.”

A blush spread across your cheeks at his confession, but he only shook you to pull your eyes back to him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Well I’m right here,” you said as you bit your bottom lip.

His smile widened at that, head craning once again to catch your lips with his in a kiss that was far more than something innocent. He was swift to pull you onto his lap, laughing as you giggled when his fingers met your waist, kiss never breaking. As his lips only pressed harder to yours, you found yourself blissfully aware of how his hands were gripping you closer to him, enticing you with all his affections that he could only pour into a kiss.

It was when he pulled away, breaths heaving softly from both your mouths, that he pushed his forehead to yours with cheeks flaring red. His eyes never wavered from yours and you could feel the intensity of his adoration for you without the need of a single word. Only he provided your thoughts with his, whispering a confession you only dreamed of hearing roll off his lips.

“I love you.”

[kim-sehyooned]

omg you guys i started an a.c.e au??

It’s on AO3! Here’s the fic summary:

In a world where everyone loves and adores idols, no one ever pays attention to the backup dancers.

What happens when a seemingly random group of boys are brought together to be backup dancers for a top idol group's summer tour? Follow the five of them as they practice, travel, and get through shit together. Friendships bloom, relationships crumble, and things get strangely domestic - they are living together, after all.

(Alternatively titled: the backup dancer au no one asked for but here it is anyway)

Here’s a link if you wanna check it out!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11189397/chapters/24983766

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20 with Seyoon please can you make it super fluffy aha!! i love all your Seyoon stuff

(Admin: Babyboiii, its hard to find cute Wow gifs and I’m shook about it because Wow is legit the cutest person I’ve seen, he’s an actual angel. Anyways thank you I’ll make this as fluffy as possible because Wow makes me soft)

20: Back hugs.

You groggily open your eyes looking at the digital alarm clock across from you; the time reads 4:10 AM. You feel Seyoon’s arms tighten more around your body, which had been the cause of you waking up, to begin with. You feel him bury his head farther into your neck when you notice the unevenness in his breath and occasionally sniffling.

“Seyoon?” You call out, attempting to roll over when he stops you, holding you even tighter when you speak.

“Let’s just stay like this, okay?” Seyoon pleads, you nod placing your hands over his, “sorry I woke you up,” he says in a small voice against your neck, “I had a bad dream,” the second the words left his mouth was the same second he seems to realize how childish he probably seems.

“What was it about?” You ask softly, stroking the back of his hand.

“You got hurt and I couldn’t do anything,” he mumbles, “it felt so real, I panicked when I woke up,” he explains, burying his head into your shoulder, this time in embarrassment, you let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay Seyoon, go back to sleep, I’m fine,” you reassure him, you raise one of your hands up to stroke his hair comfortingly, “it’s four in the morning,” you laugh, Seyoon looks over towards the digital clock.

“Sorry,” he says once more, loosening his grip slightly, but not completely letting go, you shift against him to get more comfortable, “goodnight,” he says tiredly.

“Goodnight,” you mutter back, closing your eyes.

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27+29 for jun maybe????? thank you!! (i really enjoyed ur donghun one)

prompt:

27 | “Oh, fuck off.”29 | “Come over here and make me.”

scenario:

it was obvious that you didn’t like him, so why was he so adament about getting closer to you

words: 1,078genre: fluff (?)

To say that you were less than enthused by Jun’s presence would be the understatement of the century, and the drink sliding down your throat with a pleasurable burn was doing nothing to satiate your annoyance. From the second you had crossed the line from high school to college, he made himself known as potentially the most adored person on campus, and that was within good reason.

It seemed anything someone put him up to, he did with ease and perfection, and in an instance that he fumbled, he did so with so much grace people would applaud him for being such a good sport. He was a smooth talker from head to toe, words falling from his lips like fine silk caressing your skin, but it drove you absolutely mad at how quick people were to fall for such a charade. Although you had yet to figure out where his Achilles heel was, you were certain there was something rancid brewing underneath his cool facade and flawless appearance.

“If you hold that can any tighter beer is going to get all over you.” You jumped at the voice in your ear, drink sloshing in its container as you stepped back to look at the person beside you. However, you quickly rolled your eyes at the sight of his mop of bright blond hair hanging just perfectly over his forehead, the night now boiling with your own rage.

“Bye, Jun,” you huffed, flashing him a horribly fake smile before you turned and walked into the crowd of blissfully drunk people you wished to be a part of.

He made no move to follow you, instead grinning at you as he leaned against the frame of the kitchen doorway, watching as your beer raised above blurred heads while you morphed yourself with the crowd. The more you felt yourself loosen with the drink you held, the more your nerves began to crawl with the feeling of being watched by him, knowing that his eyes were only following you for reasons you could never understand.

After the first time the both of you had shown up to a party, Jun received the full backlash of your obvious distaste for him, but it only made him pester you further. In some ways, it seemed he enjoyed being disliked by someone, that having to not be Mr. Perfect for at least one person was a challenge he happily took to. He would go out of his way to prod at you during parties, taking your drink just as you went to sip at it, bumping into you while dancing, even stealing his way into the bathroom as soon as it became available for you. There were no limits to how much he would torture you, although many of your friends said it was a lovers game. You gagged.

An hour passed by in a blur as you lost yourself on the dance floor with your companions for the night, letting Jun’s presence roll off your shoulders without a second thought. However, as familiar faces began to disappear and you realized that you were now stuck in a crowd of strangers, you found yourself stumbling away from the heated mess. The tips of your fingers were quick to find the door leading to the backyard of the unknown house, fresh air winding its way into your lungs like a breath of fresh air in the intoxicating atmosphere.

For a moment you took in the quieter surroundings and smiled at the more casual tone that people spoke in rather than screaming over ear-shattering music. The wave of calm was quickly shattered, though, as across the yard from you was the bane of your existence, grinning widely as a frown surfaced on your lips. Yet, even as he excused himself from his conversation and set a path straight for you, you could only let yourself collapse into a lawn chair sat a few feet away.

“It’s only midnight, are you already calling it quits?” His voice was as velvety as always, but that mine as well have been the only thing you could even say you liked about him.

“Oh, fuck off,” you snapped, crossing your legs as you leaned back in the chair.

He only laughed, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress the noise as he caught the glare you were shooting him. At the lack of a further feisty comment, which he loved so much, he shifted his feet and tilted his head with a grin returning to his features. “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

His eyes had only darkened a shade but you could feel the way he was pushing your buttons in all the right ways to make you snap. Playing games with you at these parties was his only way to get to know you, even if it were the sides you might have preferred to hold back from others, but he loved seeing it. This was merely another chance to see something he only glimpsed at once before.

“Don’t you have another victim to go torture,” you sighed as you blew stray hairs out of your face in boredom. There was no way he was going to get to you the way his eyes said they wanted to.

“No,” he shook his head, taking a step forward until his shoes were just in front of yours. Not once did his eyes waver from yours as he let himself bend toward you until his fingers could curl around the arms of your chair, face hovering just in front of yours. “You’re the only one lucky enough for that.”

The proximity of his features was overwhelming to your senses, the musk of his cologne mixed with the tint of alcohol on his breath was enough to make your breathing heighten.

“I’m sure plenty of other people would prefer to have this kind of attention,” you hummed as you attempted to push yourself further into your chair and away from him, but he only drew closer.

A quiet laugh left his lips as he smiled at you, bringing a finger up to brush away the hair in your eyes. “No, this is reserved just for you.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Park Junhee?” Your eyes were drinking in his expression as his tongue coyly ran over the pink of his lower lip before he grinned, his own eyes drifting down from yours.

“Is it working?”

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"i can't sleep without you here" + donghun :))

prompt: I can’t sleep without you here

pairing: donghun x readergenre: fluffwords: 297game: 300 words or less *taking requests*

A blanket was wound around you all the way up to your nose, only your eyes peeking out from the white fluff. The room was entirely too dark and cold, immensely empty in the early hours of the morning. Yet, the soft glow of your phone’s screen provided a minimal solace as blue and white danced across your vision.

YOU

how was practice?

DONGHUN

tiring, but still fun

i think we’re gonna do well this round, i can feel it

YOU

i don’t have a single doubt you’ll win the whole thing ;)

DONGHUN

i don’t know about that…

you should go to bed, it’s really late

stop staying up so late to talk to me

YOU

don’t tell me what to do

besides, i can’t fall asleep without you here

Suddenly the screen froze and the texts faded into a picture of him as your phone buzzed from the incoming call. A small smile fell over your lips as you sighed and accepted the call, rolling over with the phone pressed to your ear.

“Hello?”

“I love you.”

A breathy laugh escaped from you at the sudden confession. “I love you too.”

“You know as soon as this hell competition is over I’m coming right to you.” Donghun’s voice was soft and quiet but his words sent warmth across your body. “I’m never going to let you leave the bed.”

“That sounds kinky.” Your lips pressed together tightly at the slip up.

“Could you shut up, I’m trying to be cute here.” Despite the snap of his voice you could still tell he was smiling.

“Sorry,” you giggled but after a moment you found a feeling of longing settle in. “But hurry up and win, or lose, whichever gets you back to me sooner. I miss you.”

[dnghn-relocated]

I need you to talk to me + jun + fluff maybe a lil angst

prompt: I need you to talk to me

pairing: jun x readergenre: fluff / ‘angst’words: 300game: 300 words or less *taking requests*

It was clear by the way his hands twitched sporadically before him that he was nervous. Every few seconds it seemed his eyes became infatuated with something new, finding that grounding himself with his surroundings was his best bet to avoid the situation at hand.

“Jun?” His name rolled from your pursed lips, a smile suppressed as his attention flickered to you. “I need you to talk to me.”

“What?” He blinked, a blank expression now stealing across his features and jittering hands coming to a pause.

With a small smile slipping itself onto your lips, you removed your hands from your lap and stretched them across the table to hold his. The tips of your fingers had barely grazed over his skin and his palms were unwinding in a welcome for your affection. In seconds his thumbs were gently running over the back of your hands in an action you knew was a way for him to relax, his love of physical touching being one that provided a calm wave to wash over him.

“You’re going to be fine,” you spoke softly despite the fact you were sat alone.

“I’ve never had to do this before, let alone for so many people to see. If I make a single mistake then everything I’ve been working for will all have been for nothing.” Amidst his explanation his voice broke, features cracking from the blank facade and giving you a glimpse of the fear running itself rampant in him.

However, a single giggle made its way into the air between you, your fingers tightening slightly in his grasp as you shook his hands. “Jun, it’s only a school performance.”

He frowned, pushing himself back into his chair and tucking his arms across his chest. “Yeah? And? 9 year olds are heartless.”

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The first one with wow pls??? your writing is really good and cute I love it!!!!!!

prompt: I can’t sleep without you here

pairing: sehyoon x readergenre: fluffwords: 270game: 300 words or less *taking requests*

Warm hands held you by your waist, fingertips moving in slow circles against the skin beneath your sweater as if to coax you to sleep. There was a gentle humming from behind you that only aided to the beckoning of dreams, but the sudden flicker of your screen reminded you that reality was calling.

A frown painted itself on your face as a sigh slipped into the air before you, body shifting from the heat that was holding you hostage. Your skin pricked at the sudden cold that engulfed you but it was the feeble cry from between the bedsheets that had your heart lurching.

“Come back.” Sehyoon’s voice rumbled groggily as he spoke. His eyes were barely open as you turned to face him, a pout prying at his mouth as he stretched his arm across the void space you had just occupied.

“I can’t.” With a half hearted smile you let yourself lean over the bed to press a kiss to the crease of his forehead. “I have to go to work.”

“Call out,” he groaned out almost childishly and you couldn’t suppress a soft laugh.

Normally you would do anything to spend another second with him, but the holiday season was busy for the both of you what with the show and your clientele list seeing new heights.

“I’m leaving,” you said in a sing-song and moved to leave the bed. However, his arm was quick to catch your torso and pull you back into the sheets, encasing you in his arms once more.

“No,” he huffed into your ear. “I can’t sleep without you here.”

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Hello, for the drabbles, can I request 50 or 47 for Seyoon? Thanks!

pair; seyoon x readergenre; majority fluffwords; 794prompts; [50] normally i’d say no, but i’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?

[a/n: i’m sorry this took so long! i had finals last week but i finally was able to sit down and get this out. i hope you like it!]

It was always odd to you how much it hurt to eat hard candy. Not in a harsh way, but the one that seemed to grow the more that the candy stayed in your mouth, tongue brushing almost painfully across the hardened sugar until it was sensitive to the touch. Yet, even with the impending doom of dealing with such a sore tongue, you remained sat in front of the Christmas tree, candy cane secured in your mouth as you mindlessly wrapped gifts.

The shadows of your hands danced over the intricate paper, the lights flickering on the tree being the only illumination to guide you in the effort of taping down edges. Music played quietly in the background and with a keen strain of your ears the gentle humming floating from Seyoon’s lips joined in. It was odd for the pair of you to be so focused, your relationship usually consisting of physical teasing and flirtatious comments that only resulted in one of you giggling.

So what the hell was it that had caused such a quiet evening that was void of touch and laughter? The unnerving pettiness of where the tree should be in your apartment.

Initially, neither of you could have cared less, your hands far more preoccupied with each other on the couch, bodies tangled together as you spoke quietly, a burst of laughter echoing in the room every so often. It was when he smiled wide, watching as you threw your head back in a burst of giggles and caught your hair in a stray tree branch, that you remembered what it was you were supposed to be doing.

And thus ensued the smallest of controversies.

“But the lights will be reflecting in the TV screen if it’s behind the couch,” you had argued, sighing for what had to be the 10th time.

A single had left the tree as he threw it out in exasperation, a scoff hitting the air as pungently as if he had put into words how annoyed he was. “Well it can’t go next to the fireplace for obvious reasons.”

“It’s not going to burn.” You rolled your eyes and secured your hands to your hips above the band of your sweatpants. “It’s not even a real fireplace!”

“Haven’t you heard of overheating? It could still set a fire, it’s a hazard,” he countered, fingers tightening around the trunk of the tree as he pulled his lips in a straight line.

“Well it’s not going behind the TV, so figure it out,” you snapped and swiftly turned on your heel in finalization. However, the deep groan that emitted from behind you was enough to pull your attention back, eyes seeping into him with an anger that had begun to bubble.

From then it was only a matter of insincere jabs at each other, hands being tossed in the air and fingers pointed in accusation. After one particular comment, the tree fell into the wall, Seyoon’s hands going up as he snipped at you. “You know what, you figure it out then.”

For nearly forty minutes the pair of you remained in separate rooms, him rummaging in the kitchen quietly and you turning over a variation of boxes as you wrapped your anger away. As the presents only grew around you, the box of candy canes that had once been full, dwindled, a pile of wrappers instead growing as you continued to snack on them.

The shuffle of slippers across the wooden floors of your apartment was the thing to drag you away from you hastened wrapping session. However, the sight of Seyoon peeking around the entryway of the kitchen, deep green mugs clasped in either hand, was one that you found annoyingly adorable given the circumstance.

“I figured the only way to call a truce was with mini marshmallows and a shit ton of whipped cream,” he spoke quietly, gently gesturing toward you with one of the mugs you could only assume was filled with hot chocolate. “What do you say?”

After a long pause, you pushed your hands onto your knees and stood up before crossing your arms with a feeble smile. “Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?”

A smile broke on his face as he shuffled around the mess that was your living room, the hot drink happily making its way into your hands as the pair of you lowered yourselves back onto the couch. His arm hesitantly fell across the back of the couch behind you but you were quick to ease yourself into the warmth of his side, an apology being made with the press of your lips to his cheek.

“We can put the tree by the fireplace.”

“That’s my man.”

[dnghn-relocated]

28 + Jason 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

pair; jason x readergenre; sneaky cute fluffwords; 799prompts; [28] please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where i’ve hidden the presents

Perhaps it was the smell of peppermint wafting gently from the kitchen that woke you up or maybe it was the sudden breeze that swept past you, regardless, the soft lights of the Christmas tree were the first thing to greet your sleepy eyes. The warmth encasing you fell from your shoulders into a mess of blankets rolling off the side of the couch as you turned toward the sweet scent coaxing you up.

“Jason?” Your voice was groggy to your ears as you called out. “What time is it?”

However, the room remained still, only the sound of cars passing outside reminding you that the world hadn’t stopped. Your brows furrowed at the elongated silence, the absence of Jason from view suddenly making your heart beat faster in a subtle panic.

Suddenly, you were shoving the blankets away from you with your feet, your arms wrapping around you from the sudden cold as you shuffled toward the kitchen. Yet, as you peeked around the fridge you found the room empty, a pot sat beside the burner and a mug steaming at its side but nobody around to claim it.

Your attention slowly shifted away from the warm drink and toward the stovetop where the illuminated green lights only caused you more worry. 3:08 AM.

“Jason?” You called out again, lips turning in a harder frown at the lack of response.

As if moving with a mind of their own, your legs backed you away from the kitchen and shifted you down the hallway where a warm orange glow emerged from beneath your bedroom door.

A heavy breath escaped past your lips as muted shuffling echoed from inside. Yet, the moment of relief was short lived as you remembered the gifts tucked beneath your bed and Jason’s pestering to know what you had gotten him. In a spur you were at the door, hand jiggling the door handle only to find it locked.

“Jason!” You barked in a fluster, knuckles rapping at the door in a frenzy.

“Just a second,” he responded in a rush but your patience was thin and panic at a high.

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents,” you burst out, half ready to cry in fear that he had already found the pair of rings you had prepared for your 1,000 days together.

He was silent on the other side of the wooden barrier and whatever shuffling he had been doing before had ceased, the tension rising until the lock clicked and Jason appeared between a slim crack of the door.

For a moment you both were silent, simply staring at each other blankly until a small grin appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You hid the presents in here?”

“What?” Your eyes grew wide, hands immediately beginning to shove at the door. “What are you doing in there?”

He laughed out as you scrambled to get in but with his body weight used to shove the door shut, you were locked out once again. “You can’t come in! I’m wrapping your presents.”

“I swear to God, Kim Byeongkwan you better not look at your presents!” The sleepiness had completely fallen from you by now, palms hitting the door as you yelled at your boyfriend through.

You could hear his giggles as he moved around the room, but after a few more seconds he pulled the door all the way open, a smile wide on his face as he looked at you. However, you all but pout at him as you stretched your arm out and smacked his chest, a huff leaving your lips as you glanced at the untouched skirting of your bed.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” You said as you glared at him, tapping at his chest in accusation

He laughed again, taking your hand from him and wrapping it in his, a swift tug dragging you into his arms as he wrapped you in a hug. “It’s not like I could wrap your gifts in the living room. I was trying to be considerate.”

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” you murmured into his chest.

Pulling away from you, he grinned again and tapped your nose. “I think you’ll forgive me.”

“Oh?” You rose a brow and tilted your head in question.

He only nodded and ushered you back into the hallway with his hands at your hips. “But first,” he paused and leaned toward you until his lips were pressed against your forehead in a lingering kiss. “I need to finish. No promises I won’t look!”

And with that he stepped back into your bedroom and shut the door, the tender moment broken and another giggle ringing from him as the door locked.

“Jason!”

“I love you!”

[dnghn-relocated]

11 and 2 for a member of your choice Also these Christmas prompts are so freaking cute! Don't you think? 😊

pair; donghun x readergenre; pure fluff + snarky commentswords; 732prompts; [2] are you– are you pulling down mistletoe? + [11] i can’t believe you did all this, for me

[a/n: christmas prompts are the reason why this season is my favorite, talk about fluff ugh. i love it qq]

There wasn’t much to expect for the holidays what with the insane schedule that Donghun had at the moment, his presence almost fleeting with how much he was working himself. Yet, when it was announced that there would be a weekend hiatus, your body had begun to work on its own accord, mind barely catching up as your small apartment was thrust into the holiday season.

A small 3-foot tree had been perched on an end table, the lights colorfully illuminating the corner of the room and bouncing off the silver and red wrapped gifts tucked beneath the brush of the trees branches. Melodies of the season hummed over the apartment, your own lips moving along to the words as you strung lights across the foyer into the kitchen.

Amidst the swirl of decorating you had allowed yourself to spend the day doing, you missed the front door squeaking as it slid across the tiles of the entryway, a pair of boots mindlessly being tossed to the side in a wet mess as eager feet approached. Hands quickly found your sides, fingertips pressing into the slip of exposed skin from your sweater that had risen up, but the sudden action had you swirling around as arms wrapped around your waist.

“You’re here!” Your eyes were wide, but as your head wrapped around the man stood before you a smile broke across your lips. “I thought you couldn’t make it here until later tonight.”

“Well,” he grinned coyly, tightening his hold on you and pulling you closer to his chest as he tilted his head closer to yours. “I was able to convince the staff to let me slip out of practice early.”

A scoff left your lips to which he rolled his eyes, but the smiles the pair of you mirrored were undeniable and without a snarky comment in retort, he pressed his lips to yours. It was brief as he sighed in contentment, squeezing you in his arms before he pulled away from you with rose-kissed cheeks. However, as a new song switched on, he seemed to snap out of whatever trance you had put him under, eyes dragging away from you and across the decorated mess that was your living room.

A single arm dropped from you, the other winding itself tightly around your back as he turned to get a better look at what was before him, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he looked at you with almost a childish appreciation. “I can’t believe you did all this, for me.”

His hand was half raised in the air in a gesture toward the room but his attention didn’t waver from you, eyes pulled into crescents as he tugged you into him, a kiss promptly being pressed to your temple.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure they don’t decorate the practice rooms for you,” you commented with a grin as you strung your free arm around his torso. “Plus this is our first Christmas together and what’s Christmas without a little pizzazz?”

“Pizzazz?” He laughed with a furrow of his brows as he glanced back around the room. “It looks like Christmas threw up all over the room.”

“Hey!” You protested with a slap to his chest and a teasing shove away from his embrace.

However he was quick to catch your hand as it sprang from around him, his fingers swiftly twining with yours as he stepped toward you once again. “I’m teasing, kind of.”

“Keep that up, I dare you,” you said pointedly, watching as a single brow rose on his forehead at your ‘threat’. Yet as his arm rose further above your heads you couldn’t help but follow the path of his fingers as he curled his index finger around the strand of lights that held a single sprig.

“Are you- are you pulling down the mistletoe?” The question left your lips despite the fact he was clearly doing exactly that.

Even with the lights caught around his finger, he stole his attention back to you with a cheeky smile, tongue peeking from between his teeth. He didn’t bother with words, instead nodding his jaw at you as his smile spread further and he closed the distance between the pair of you.

With his lips hovering just over yours, he paused, an airy laugh dusting your face as he caught your eyes with his. “Merry Christmas.”

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Hello 😊, I hope you are OK. Can I request 95/126+Jun+zombie apocalipse (or something like that)? '0'. Thank you ❤

prompt:

95 | “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”126 | “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

scenario:

Train to Busan!au; revamp of baseball boy (Jun) and team manager/cheerleader (you) a.k.a the ‘ending’ i wanted for them

words: 1,349genre: angst, gore warning

The pressure engulfing your hand from the squeeze of Jun’s grasp would have made you scream in agony if you weren’t so grateful he was holding on as tight as he was. Each stride of your legs to keep up with his pace had your lungs burning and the tears streaking your vision did nothing to aide in your dash from the train yard. However, the only thing keeping you going besides the hand holding you in a death grip was the man doing it, broken bat in hand and legs pumping as he led the both of you into the streets of Busan.

For a moment it seemed he was going to pause, let the pair of you take a breath but the mass of growling that followed you only sent him spurring further. It felt impossible that those things were sprinting at you almost as quickly as Jun was guiding you along. No matter the turns you made or the objects you shoved in their path, they pursued you in a way akin to a dog tracking its prey.

“This way,” Jun called out desperately.

His shoulder slammed into the bar of a nearby door, shoving the metal open before he swung you inside ahead of him. The second his body passed the barrier he turned and forced it shut, momentarily using his body as a blockade as a variation of thuds rang from the other side.

With your chest heaving, you took a moment to look around you, noting the poorly lit staircase leading up to another door before you turned back to Jun with a petrified look. There were no words needed to be said to know that you were both trapped in the stairwell, assuming that there were more of those things upstairs.

“It’s okay,” he said, but the look in his eyes betrayed him. His forehead was coated in sweat, hair sticking to his temples and body looking completely worn as he braced himself against the dwindling thuds to the door.

The minimal knowledge that you had of those things was the only reason you were still alive, but the second you stepped into their line of sight once again, it was over. As much as you wished to mull over why they had such a loss in memory after a prey was out of sight, your mind was too busy trying–and failing–to calm itself down.

For a few minutes, the pair of you remained in a breathy silence as the ramming of bodies against the door faded and Jun let himself slide to the floor. His head hung between his arms as he propped them up on his knees, forehead running over his bicep to wipe the sweat away while his mind became preoccupied. From the way his lips moved in silent words, you could tell he was analyzing any possible way to get out of your current situation but the more he mumbled the easier it was to view his frustration.

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Although it may have been poorly timed, the break of tension your words provided was enough to pause his onslaught of irritation, a half hearted smile forming at the edge of his lips.

“I don’t think cute is going to get us very far,” he commented but there was no malice in his tone. “But we do need to move. I don’t think it’s safe to stay here with those things right outside.”

Your head bobbed in agreement and you took a heavy breath as Jun pulled himself up and mindlessly brushed down his pants. His fingers drummed along the handle of the bat, his free hand rising to rest on your shoulder where he squeezed in a reassurance that brought your eyes to meet his. “Let’s go.”

At the top of the staircase, Jun handed you what was left of his bat as he pressed his ear to the door, using his hands to brace himself against the cool metal before letting one wander to the handle. His eyes met yours with a sliver of worry but with a wave of his hand you returned the bat and took a position behind him as his hand gripped the handle. You could feel the peak in his breathing with the hand resting on his back, his arm rising as he silently counted before he swung the door open.

In an instant he had the two of you pinned between the wall and door, waiting in bated silence for something to lunge through the opening but the air was still. There wasn’t a single peep, not even a shuffle of mutated feet or the hair-raising inhumane growl that you were sure would haunt you until the day you died. So, with your guard up and a massive amount of hesitance, you pulled yourselves from the wall and peeked around the edge of the door to find a brightly lit and void hallway.

Doors lined either side, some ajar and others closed, but the mess of varying office supplies spoke volumes of what had happened here. However, with the return of Jun’s hand in yours, you quietly left the stairwell and entered the hallway. For a moment it seemed the place was empty, and your grip on Jun’s hand let up until the obnoxious click of the door behind you echoed through the corridor. It didn’t even take a second for a raspy growl to bleed into your ears, pulling your eyes toward an open doorway that one of the dead sprung from.

Instantly Jun’s body squared in front of yours, bat at the ready to swing just as the thing came within arms reach. No sooner and Jun was haphazardly swinging the wood at the creature clawing at him, using the tape wrapped around his forearm to keep its mouth away as he shoved the splintered wood into the thing’s abdomen. Yet, without a single reaction, Jun pursed his lips in anguish and shoved the being away only to raise his bat as it charged him again and instead used the spiked end of the wood and rammed it into the things face. The sheer amount of force from its charge was enough for the wood to break through whatever bone was left and send it lifelessly colliding with the floor.

Jun’s body shook as he stood over it, his eyes unable to look away from the thing that had become his most recent kill. He was lost in what he had done and if it weren’t for the tug of your fingers on the back of his jacket, you were sure he could have spent hours staring at the thing. However, as you tucked your arm around his waist and pulled his arm across your shoulders, he allowed you to guide him away and toward one of the open rooms at the end of the hall.

After glancing inside, you ushered him in and shut the door, watching as he slowly walked toward the window spanning the back of the room. Your feet no sooner followed after him, stopping only a foot behind as you stared out at the burning landscape that was once the city. Every direction your eyes bored out at were only met by plumes of smoke and fire, only the streets showing signs of life in the form of whatever disease those people had gotten.

“You should rest, I’ll stay awake,” Jun said after an elongated silence. His head turned gently toward you, expression worn out and face marked with drying blood that you softly wiped at with the pad of your thumb.

“No,” you said quietly. “Just for now, we’re safe. So we should both try and get some rest.”

“But they could–”

“Jun,” you cut him off sternly. Your arm rose as you cast your hand in a gesture toward the empty room you were in, reminding him of the shut door that was shielding you from view. And although he was apprehensive, lips bobbing with a want to counter you, he nodded.

“We’re safe.”

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28+43 with Jun please!

prompts:

28 | “You’re still mad?”43 | “Frost the damn cupcakes.”

scenario:

who knew drinking the rest of the milk would lead to such an epidemic

words: 1200genre: pure sickly sweet fluff

The glare being delivered to you from the other side of the counter was so heated you wouldn’t be surprised if you received third-degree burns. The apples of your cheeks were flushed a deep rosy pink as the man holding a spatula and the deepest frown you had ever seen, staring at you so intensely you could feel shame seeping through your bones.

“Jun,” you whined with a pout, stretching your arms over the countertop until your fingers reached out to pull on the end of the spatula. “You’re still mad?”

His eyes shifted from you only to roll around his head, a snarl on his lips as he jerked his hand from your grabby fingers, letting the spatula fall into the bowl of batter before he turned toward the plastic bags on the kitchen table. As much as you hated how astonishingly petty he was being, you deserved the cold shoulder he had been delivering you ever since he opened the fridge to find the last and key ingredient to his cupcakes, missing.

For nearly twenty minutes you had spewed to him about why you drank the last of the milk, apologizing profusely and arguing that there was no way you would have known he was going to be baking. However, at the sight of a half full glass of lukewarm milk sitting idly on a coaster in the living room, he lost it. The oven mitts tucked over his fingers were tossed over the granite counter, arms thrown into the air as he exclaimed his retirement from the baking community.

After pleading with him through the door of your shared bedroom, and ultimately realizing you were in the dog house for ‘ruining the night’, you slid your feet into a pair of shoes at the door and promptly left for the mini-mart down the street. Grumblings of how ridiculous he was being slipped past your lips the entire way there, feet kicking childishly at the gravel lining the sidewalk as you picked at your nails from inside the pocket of your sweater.

By the time you returned with a gallon of milk, a bag of Hershey kisses, and a cheesy card that sang your apology, Jun had sulked back into the kitchen. His back was to you when you walked in, hands moving under the water running in the sink as he cleaned the bowls and measuring cups. Yet, with the crinkle of the bags touching down onto the table and your card softly being ushered in front of him, he broke the smallest of smiles for a fleeting moment.

Within minutes the finished batter was smoothly being poured into a lined cupcake tray and tucked into the oven. However, Jun continued working around the counter, pouring sugar into the mixer and dripping vanilla into what you could only assume was the frosting. The way he became so engulfed in the minuscule tasks, measuring each ingredient to a T with his eyes leveled to the rim and tongue poking from the edge of his mouth, was captivating to you in the most adorable way.

Whenever he did something, he did it with as much precision and energy as he could, giving all of himself to ensure that whatever outcome was the result of him putting in his all. Whether it was with his team, baking cupcakes, or playing the role of your boyfriend, he tried his absolute best, and that was what you adored the most. Jun was not just some guy off the street or pretending to be something he wasn’t. He was always him in the most astonishing of ways, and you couldn’t have loved him anymore for being just that; him.

“Can I help?” You smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as a grin spread across your face.

The counter pressed against the small of your back as you leaned against Jun, hands clasping around his forearm as he packed frosting into a piping bag. His eyes slid over to you as you shook his arm the slightest bit, offering him an even wider smile that exceeded the bounds of ‘cheesy’ and swiftly broke his neutral facade. A soft smile broke across his face and he hung his head with a shake as he laughed and continued on.

“Depends,” he piped up, looking at you with pursed lips. “Are you going to eat all the frosting before I get to put it on the cupcakes?”

“You’re really not gonna let this milk thing go, are you?” You frowned, promptly dropping your hands from him and crossing them over your chest.

However, he could only let his grin grow fonder at the sight of you moping over his teasing. Without any warning except for a giggle, the tip of the piping bag met your nose, a long glop of frosting spreading over your skin as Jun’s laughter grew. In an instant, you were smacking his arm repetitively before swiping the frosting from your face and lunging at the blond. He feebly attempted to dodge but your hand gripped at the back of his neck, holding him just long enough to smear the blue cream across his cheek with a maniacal laugh.

“Blue suits you,” you giggled at him, popping your index finger into your mouth to rid yourself of the rest of the frosting. “But I have to say it will probably look better on the cupcakes.”

The back of his hand rubbed at the frosting as he scrunched his nose at you with a coy smile. “I can agree with you on that, but I hope you know you’re not getting any.”

“Jun!” His name left your lips in a groan to which he continued to laugh at, but his feet shuffled closer and his hips met yours as he slid a hand around your waist. His eyes had since turned to crescents as he looked at you, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt while he stared unabashedly.

“I’m kidding,” he said softly as he leaned in, dragging you closer until the expanse of his lips pressed to yours in that same smile.

The kiss was warm and soft as they always were, only this one was coated in a sugary sweet aftertaste that had your stomach fluttering. Kissing Jun was always something new every time, and not one was like the other which only left you wanting more.

Yet, as the oven’s timer began to ring through the kitchen, you pushed yourself from his sweet intoxication and gestured for him to pull the cupcakes out. But he could only pout and lean his head toward yours, chasing after your lips as you laughed and swatted his chest.

“I did not guilt buy milk for you to let it burn,” you squealed as you bent backward over the counter to avoid his onslaught of attention. “Go frost the damn cupcakes before I take that bag and pipe your face!”

So with a scoff from your boyfriend and a look of defeat, he leveled himself away from you with a pinch at your hip, a promise that he would be back for more. Because he always comes back for seconds.

[dnghn-relocated]

133 + chan and any theme you want

prompt

133 | “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

scenario: 

a late night escape from reality with a boy who makes life just a little more bearable

words: 1,665genre: fluff

The breeze nipped at the spaces between your fingers as your hand cut through the air from outside of the car window. For almost two hours Chan and yourself had been driving aimlessly down backroads with no destination in mind, only wanting to be as far from the small-town suburb that held you hostage with an iron grip.

Between his career launching and your classes beginning at the local community college, it felt as if the pair of you hadn’t seen each other in months. He had since left the house a few blocks over to move into the city with the rest of his team, leaving you to the confines of your childhood bedroom until you were moping in his absence. There were nights when his voice would be the only thing that could help you fall asleep and there were others where he wouldn’t be able to function unless you were teasing him, reminding him of home.

It wasn’t exactly that the both of you were joined at the hip or incomplete without the other, but rather the breaking of yours paths created a hole that you had been struggling to fill. To you, Chan was your freedom from the weight of your parents choices and the one person you could rely on to make any situation, good or bad, better. Yet, to him you were above and beyond a taste of home and if the way he looked at you with nothing but fond adoration and an overwhelming warmth didn’t speak to how much he cared for you, then the universe mine as well collapse in on itself.

So no, you may not have absolutely needed each other to survive, but having one another made life all the more bearable.

The crescent smile of his eyes was a welcome sight when he arrived in his same beat up car just hours ago, a promise of escape painted on his lips in a smile that only pulled you toward him. Within minutes the identical doors and painfully perfect green yards became miles of fields and strips of local stores, melding together until your surroundings were blissfully unrecognizable.

“Do you want to stop to get something to eat?” His fingers toyed with the knob of the radio, eyes sparing a single glance at you from his position at the wheel.

He was curved to his seat, arm stretched out the window as a mirroring of yours, and features soft under the flickering street lights that passed every second or so. There were subtle changes that you almost hadn’t noticed since the last time you had seen him all those months ago, ones that you could only distinguish face to face and not from behind a screen. The edges of his face had slimmed and his jaw had become more prominent, hair styled in a part you never thought would look so good on him. It was the eager light in his eyes, a joy that you had only ever seen when he accomplished something he deemed impossible, that was more obvious, and it was absolutely captivating.

“Depends where,” you replied with a soft smile, pressing your head to the door as you turned to look at him.

For a moment he held his eyes on yours blankly until the corner of his mouth quirked and he broke into a grin. “Only one place has the appropriate 2 a.m. dining experience.”

“Kang Mart?” Your brows rose and a smile swiftly took over his face as he nodded.

“Fuck yeah we’re going to Kang Mart,” he laughed and turned the music back up. The tips of his fingers returned to the peak of the steering wheel where they tapped along to the music, his hand hanging out the window swaying in the breeze as the car revved and picked up speed.

The wind whipped your hair at your face but a smile stayed glued to your lips as Chan began yelling along to the music blaring over the whistling of the breeze. His hair was blown over his eyes but he didn’t seem to mind one bit, drumming his fingers and looking at you when the chorus would bellow through the speakers. Laughter was the only noise you could produce, your own voice being lost to the wind and overpowered by the strength of his as he lost himself in a happiness that practically had him glowing.

However, with a few turns and a shout from some women walking down the street, the music mellowed until it could only be heard from inside the car. It didn’t phase either of you, though, as the bright glowing ‘K’ pulled the car forward until the tires came to a halt in a parking spot, keys falling from the ignition and doors slamming shut as the pair of you rushed inside.

“Are we getting the usual?” The question didn’t need an answer, only a single look from Chan until you split up and began grabbing everything for your mini-mart meal.

In minutes, a pile of oddly combined foods fell onto the counter in front of the cashier, her eyes widening until she glanced up at the two grinning people purchasing such things. As the automated noise of items being scanned became a pattern, you dug your hand into your bag in search of your wallet with Chan doing the same beside you.

“I’ll cover all the meats,” he commented, eyes focused on flipping through the bills clasped between his fingers. “And I can get the drinks–” His gaze darted to the counter, realizing there wasn’t a single beverage, and without another word he rushed back off into the store.

Rolling your eyes, you remained at the counter, idly picking at the small trinkets and eyeballing some candy sat below the counter until your pink-haired friend appeared once again. Except your attention only met the jumbo sized cup brimming with blue ice, cupped in plastic with two straws poking through the small circular opening.

“A slushie? Really?” You scoffed but moved for him to place the cup down.

He only managed a wink in your direction before the bill was recited to the both of you, money being thrown carelessly to the cashier as your hands grabbed at the bags. You didn’t wait for him to collect the change and instead beelined for the door, letting the glass collide with your shoulder as you shoved it open before walking to the back of Chan’s car. The trunk popped open with a flash of the headlights and you piled the bags in just as Chan appeared beside you, sticking his hand out to give you the change which you graciously accepted.

The pair of you could only shoulder at each other and giggle as your hands worked to make each’s respective late night meal. Hands knocked against each other and sauce splattered into the fabric of the trunk, but only exclamations of the others names and laughter could be heard between you two. When all was said and done, your meals were sat in your laps, backs leant as far into the trunk as they could go without falling over, and a giant blue slushie within arms length.

“God, I miss this,” he laughed out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Eating the weirdest meal we’ve ever made in the parking lot of a random Kang Mart?” You asked quizzically but your own laughter weaved its way into your voice.

Yet he could only nudge you with his shoulder and shake his head as he placed his food onto his plate and aimlessly wiped his hands in a napkin. “I think you mean the best meal we’ve ever made. But, no, I miss being able to do what I want when I want with whoever I want. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the guys and spending time with them is like spending time with a second family. I’ve lived with them for so long I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of them.”

“Agreed,” you bobbed your head, licking at the corners of your mouth before turning your head to look at him. “But I don’t think you miss this. I think you miss the memories that this brings.”

He remained silent at that, opting to grab the slushie and pull it between his lips with. There was almost a look of sadness in his eyes, or perhaps it was a longing to stay here in the good memories of his past, but whether he recognized it or not, it would always be here waiting for him. So long as you were around, there was no way he was going to forget about where he came from and what made him the adorable goofball he has always has been.

With a swipe of your hand, the cup was snatched away from him and brought to your lips just as he let out a cough from the abrupt thievery. After a long sip, you tilted the sugary treat back toward him with a smile. “That is nothing but a kid’s drug, a sugary high in the form of flavored ice.”

A scoff cut through the air at your accusation as Chan mocked offense, cup raised to the sky as if to shield it from you. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“I don’t think–”

“Hush,” he interrupted with the press of a saucy finger to your lips. “The government has already infected you with it’s ‘healthy’ eating, hasn’t it?”

“You know, as an Idol you’re going to have to eat like an adult at some point,” you teased, pushing your finger to his side and causing him to bring his hand down in a slap.

A pout fell onto his lips as he looked at you in feigned pain. “I can’t listen to this blasphemy anymore. You can stay in the trunk for the ride home.”

“Oh don’t be such a big baby.”

[dnghn-relocated]

143+144 together if possible? With Donghun please 😊 he's your older sibling's friend maybe?

prompt

143 | “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”144 | “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

scenario: 

the summer heat has a way of making your thoughts and actions a bit more jumbled than normal 

words: 2,787genre: fluff, au

It seemed as if the sun had just emitted the hottest solar flares of the season with how boiling hot the air was outside. The porch was actually sizzling and the heat alone sent a haze over the top of every surface the rays touched, creating a wobbly screen that was a sign in itself to not go anywhere that wasn’t inside. Well, at least those who didn’t particularly feel like acquiring 3rd degree burns on every inch of their body.

Among those who were smart enough to stay far from the blaze that had taken over the planet beyond the confines of their home, was you, now blissfully sat in front of the air conditioner with your eyes cast on the TV across the room. It was an awfully uncomfortable position and your eyes were squinting at the screen due to the distance between yourself and the box, but there was no way you would be separated from the air sending chills over your skin. There wasn’t a single bead of sweat on you and until the sun decided to disappear over the horizon, it was sure as hell going to stay like that.

Water bottles surrounded your feet, some empty and some half full, but it was the container of ice cream haphazardly balancing on the edge of the small table beside that was truly making this day bearable. While other people may have chose to go run in sprinklers and douse themselves at the local waterpark, namely your brother and some of his friends, the company of Park Hyung Sik was all the people you needed to stay sane.

“If only people like you actually existed,” you pouted at the screen as the two leads teased each other, the scene ending with a soft kiss that had your heart fluttering.

No sooner and the credits began to roll across the TV as the show came to a close with previews of next week playing in the background. You let out a huff as your legs fell from the back of the couch, hand clasping the now empty ice cream container and shaking the spoon inside as you stood to move to the kitchen. It didn’t seem possible, but the second you were further than five feet from the air conditioner it felt as if the room had drastically gone up in temperature.

In an almost quizzical manner, you spun around on your heel to face the machine with the intention of yelling at it, but at the sight of the front door swung wide open, you screeched.

“Are you god damn crazy?” You shouted, tossing the empty container onto the counter as your brother and his friend walked in with a cooler between them. “Shut the door!”

“Oh calm down,” Minhyuk, the aforementioned older brother, scoffed as him and his friend set the cooler down, his foot stretching to kick the door closed. “A little bit of heat isn’t going to melt you.”

The tip of your nose scrunched as you looked at him distastefully while he stuck his tongue childishly back at you. It was a fleeting moment, however, as your eyes were quick to cast onto the lean man beside him who was wiping his hands across his board shorts as if to get rid of any lingering dirt. His smile was small as he looked at you quietly, Minhyuk moving around him to pull the lid from the cooler, but the man let his gaze linger for a moment longer until your brother hit him.

“Aw, ew,” his face twisted as Minhyuk’s hand connected with his calf. “Your hand is sweaty.”

“And? You’re just as gross as I am,” Minhyuk countered with a bewildered look at his friend.

A laugh escaped your lips as the duo bickered, but your mouth no sooner turned downward as their combined disgusting body odor hit your nose and stung your eyes. Your hand clasped over your mouth and nose as you stepped away from them with a whine, complaints no sooner meeting the air as you waved for the pair to leave.

“Please, just go take a shower already, Min,” you groaned from behind the kitchen counter.

“What about him? He smells just as gross.” His brows met as he frowned at you, but with a stern glare and another wave for him to leave, he rolled his eyes and stepped away from the cooler. “Fine, but don’t scare Donghun off like you do with the rest of my friends.”

“I don’t scare you friends off,” you sighed.

“Try telling that to Jooheon and the burn on his cheek which is, oh, courtesy of you.” With that and another appearance of his tongue, he dodged the balled up napkin thrown at him and disappeared down the hall with only the sound of the bathroom door shutting ringing in the air.

A beat of silence fell over the pair of you, Donghun staring precariously at you, and if you didn’t think any better you wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking of waiting in the car. Yet, he only shuffled awkwardly and shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes casting everywhere but you as he swayed back and forth.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you piped up with a sheepish smile as you leaned forward onto the counter. “And I did not purposely burn Jooheon. He scared me when I was curling my hair and, well, you can piece together what happened with the rest of that story.”

“You hit him with your curling iron?” Donghun’s eyes widened as he spoke.

“No!” You exclaimed and smacked a hand to your forehead. “Well, yes? Look, I can’t control what my body does when I’m surprised.”

“So you don’t have control over yourself?” He rose a brow this time, and much to your own distress, a grin began to peek at the corner of his mouth.

You could only manage a guttural groan and collapse your face into your arms as you folded across the counter and pouted to yourself. Only Minhyuk could convince his friends of something as absurd as intentional burning, and it only made sense that you were on the receiving end of skeptical looks such as the one the man now approaching the counter was giving you.

“I’m just joking with you,” he said with a quiet laugh, hand pressing to the counter as you lifted your head just enough to look at him.

There was a sudden fluttering in your stomach as he took a seat at one of the chairs, the broadness of his shoulders filling his shirt as his forearms came down to rest on the counter before his clasped hands. He was still grinning at you but it was not nearly as malicious as you had thought it to be, and instead he seemed almost endearing despite the teasing. If you hadn’t started to sweat from the heatwave now flourishing through the house, then under Donghun’s gaze you sure as hell would.

“I swear Minhyuk is going to be the literal death of me,” you hummed to yourself as you slowly stood up straight before turning to open the fridge. With a polite smile pressed to your lips, you glanced at the raven-haired man at the counter. “Do you want a glass of water?”

“That’d be great, thank you,” he nodded.

“My name’s y/n by the way. I’m surprised this hasn’t fazed you,” you commented as you placed a cup in front of him before swiftly pouring him and yourself some water.

“I’m Donghun.” He smiled, immediately taking a sip before going on. “Should I be fazed though? He told me you were a little feisty.”

You blanked as the word ‘feisty’ fell from his tongue but a scoff was quick to meet the air as you took your cup into your hand. “I’m not feisty.”

“Could have fooled me.” The glare you sent him made no effect, instead a childish smile playing on the corners of his lips as he diverted his gaze to the side.

His sudden interest in the TV now playing a rerun of your show had you rolling your eyes for the umpteenth time that day, but you made no move to make a retort and settled on carrying yourself back to the chair in front of the air conditioner. The rush of cold air was a welcomed embrace as you propped your legs onto the back of the couch once again, sparing but a single glance at Donghun who had since shifted in his own seat.

“Do you really hate the heat that much?” He queried only to laugh softly as your head nodded near to instantaneously. “I think you would have had a lot of fun at the waterpark today.”

“More like I would have burned,” you frowned, glancing him over and noticing the red tint to his arms. “Speaking of, it looks like you did. Did you even apply sunscreen?”

He wasn’t listening though, his eyes having lingered onto his arms until he was pouting and pressing a finger to the red, his skin returning to its color before bouncing back to the rosy blush. It was almost pathetically adorable to watch him sadly realize that he ruined at least a week of summer that was sure to be nothing but pain filled.

“How did you not feel that?” You asked, holding back a smile.

His shoulders rose in a shrug as he brought his attention back to you with a disgruntled downturn of his lips. “I was having too good of a time.”

“Not so much anymore, huh?” The purse of your lips didn’t go unnoticed to him but the flicker of your gaze did as you pulled yourself from your chair and walked toward him.

He froze as your fingers lightly grabbed his wrist, turning his arm from side to side as if inspecting the damage the sun had done to him, then with a soft laugh, you turned and disappeared down the hallway. His eyes watched you as a door was pulled open and your body became hidden behind it, the sound of bottles clanking together echoing to his ears until the door was kicked shut and you came waltzing back toward him.

There was a blue bottle of aloe in one hand and a plush towel in another, which you swiftly set down on the counter before flicking the aloe cap open and glopping it into your hand. His mouth bobbed open in protest, but you were already gently running your hand across his arm, sending cold shivers down his spine.

“You know, I could have done this myself,” he mumbled at the sudden intimacy of your situation. His cheeks were flushed pink and his head turned away from you to hide the embarrassment that was his own enjoyment of you caring for him.

“Yeah, but it’s always nicer when someone else does it,” you hummed, glancing at him and smiling. “Plus, this way I can hold you hostage to how cold I know this is on your skin.”

“What? Hey!” He exclaimed, moving to swat your hand away at your intended torture. However, it was more of a trap to be in your presence than the cold, which had honestly felt amazing the second your hand made contact with his boiling skin.

Nonetheless, he pushed himself up from the chair and attempted to move away from you but the slick grip you had on his arm made him whine in pain. His tactic quickly shifted and without a second to spare he was walking you back until you were caged behind the couch, back arched away from him but hand still locked on his arm.

“Let me go,” he deadpanned, but wiggled his arm like a child, pulling a giggle from you as you shook your head and leaned further away. “Y/N, you’re hurting me!”

“Oh hush up, you big baby,” you laughed and used your other hand to push at his chest so you could stand up straight. But he wouldn’t budge, brows tucked together as he frowned at you in slimming patience for his arm to be released. Upon another shove at his chest, he only leaned in closer with another stern glare on his face, as if his body being so close was supposed to be commanding, yet it only made you increasingly flustered.

“All you have to do is let me go.” His facade broke again to reveal a pout and feeble plead for help, showing off just how soft and sweet this boy really was. And yet he still only inched closer, free hand now gripping onto the back of the couch to keep his body from pressing to yours but the heat from not just him but his sunburn was bringing an uncomfortable warmth to your body.

“Get out of my face before I hit you,” you warned, tilting your head to the side to glance at the bright red coating his free arm. “I’ll do it.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he countered, but there was a weary, unbelieving look in his eyes.

In a slow move, you leant yourself closer to him, in turn making him back away, a grin on your face as you were now only inches from his face. “Try me, Donghun.”

Time stilled as his breath fanned over your face and your grin faded with each glance his eyes took over your features, studying the details and unconsciously moving closer. The curl of your fingers loosened from his arm, a hand coming between the pair of you to press gently against his chest but the distance between you only lessened. You could almost feel the soft pillow of his top lip on your own and all it would take was a single sway toward him to let yourself indulge in him completely, but the moment shattered with the sound of a door swinging in the hall.

The two of you jumped from each other as Minhyuk clambered out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his eyes latched onto his phone. “Hey, Hun, there’s a party at Jennie’s tonight if you want to go?”

However, the second he looked up a subtle sense of confusion fell over him at the sight of both your heaving chests and the wide-eyed look you were giving him. His mouth opened to comment, but Donghun swiftly beat him to it. “Sounds good, let me go to the bathroom and we can go.”

“Don’t you want to take a shower too? You smell like shit,” Minhyuk commented as Donghun rushed past him and further from you.

“Oh, um,” he paused at the bathroom door, hand clasped around the frame as he stared at your brother, eyes momentarily casting toward you. “I’ll take one at my house. I need to change my clothes anyways.”

“Whatever you say,” Minhyuk waved his hand absently, collapsing onto the couch and returning his attention to his phone.

The bathroom door shut and a breath you had been holding in slipped past your lips. In a rush, you pushed yourself from the couch and made your way down the hallway with the full intention of locking yourself in your room until the boys left.

Your heart was still beating erratically at the mere thought of what you had almost done with Minhyuk’s friend, something that was by all standards wrong. He was a stranger to you, someone you had only met maybe fifteen minutes ago and yet you had almost let yourself kiss. At this point you were beginning to mumble under your breath, gaze cast at the floor while you lost yourself to the fantasy of what could have happened.

As you walked by the bathroom door, you failed to notice the crack of it and how it widened with your passing until it was open just enough for an arm to catch yours. In an instant, you were tugged to your side until you collided with Donghun who didn’t waste a second to cradle your head in his hands and press his lips to yours.

All of your thoughts fell from you as your body reacted to his, hands winding around his neck and pulling him closer as you kissed him back in a short-lived fever. He pulled away from you with one last short peck, hand retreating back to his sides as he bit at the pink of his bottom lip. Although this time his eyes remained on you in a way that sent a blush over your cheeks and pulled a smile to your lips that matched his own.

“I would have regretted not doing that.”