#cravity fic

[dat-town]

hellbent

Characters: Serim & female reader

Setting & genre: hurt/comfort (focused on the comfort part), Home School au

Summary: Home School was like hell but having Serim next to you made it better.

Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence and manipulation (Serim is being the best boy though)

Words: 1k

Author’s note: Home School is a 2023 Thai drama but you don't have to know it in order to understand the story but for the vibes, you can check out its trailer HERE. (if you enjoy character-driven mystery thrillers, I highly recommend it!)

For @restlessmaknae <3 here's a little bonus as a thank you for listening to me rambling about this drama so much (also because we talked about Serim so much recently ;))

You couldn’t sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw the tangible fear in Minhee’s when Wonbin broke the chair right beside his head. This school really brought the worst out of everybody. What kind of exam would require students to hurt each other otherwise?

Something had been off since the beginning. The drug to knock you out during the bus ride to the boarding school. The creepy forest all around the place that made sure you had no place to run to. The nutrition supplement you had to take with every breakfast. Your confiscated phones, so you had no way to contact your families. The never-sent letters. Slowly it was all adding up.

Then the ‘classes’ started and it got worse: the psychological games that were supposed to teach you about life, the punishments like getting locked up or not getting food if you went against the crazy rules. You and your 12 classmates only had each other yet the teachers kept trying to turn you against each other in their manipulating little games. You weren’t sure anymore what they were trying to teach you: to trust each other or not to?

“Can’t sleep?”

The soft rumble of voice startled you. Your shoulders tensed up as you turned away from the window because you knew you were breaking just another rule too: no coming out of your room after curfew. But you couldn’t stay and listen to the other girls’ stable breathing, not when it all felt like a living nightmare. Maybe Serim felt the same as a little sigh left his mouth while sitting down beside you. You let his warmth soak you in the cold night even though you probably just imagined it because you didn’t touch at all.

You shook your head no, fingers nipping on the edge of your long nightgown over your pulled up legs. It was just as much as yours as the bed you had slept in. The school provided the same variety of uniforms (yes, even your pajamas had the school logo on it) for the girls and a separate set for the boys. Having the same classes, eating the same meals, choosing from the same limited options, sometimes it felt like they were trying to transform you into the same generalized idea of a student.

“I’m worried about Hyeongjun. He hasn’t been the same since he was locked up,” you shared one of your many concerns as you thought of the chatty boy who had been uncharacteristically silent even since he was released. He wasn’t willing to tell you what they had done to him though. “And these tests? They keep getting worse. Minhee could have been seriously hurt.”

You had learned soon enough that breaking rules came with punishments. Sometimes collective ones. Like when Jungmo, Allen and Haneul had tried to run away, all of you had to go after them into the dark woods to bring them back. Or when Sieun refused to eat the lunch because it was burnt, somebody else had to eat hers too. So it was better not to try your luck, not when the teachers were watching. But now, punishments weren’t even necessary when the games they came up with were just as brutal. And was it really fair when Mrs Lee said that anything could have been done in order to pass a test when somebody cheated easily and shamelessly while others would have never done that?

“The teachers said we will soon be ready for phase two. Hopefully, it will be over then,” Serim spoke up quietly, his face casted in shadows but even in the dark, you could clearly see his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

All of you had been strangers in the beginning of the term but you two had gotten close when you sprained your ankle during a PE class and he carried you back to the base, slowing down his own time but making sure you finished before the deadline too. Otherwise you couldn’t have gotten dinner that day, just one of the numerous unreasonable motivational techniques of this place.

Serim was like your safe haven in this hell of a school. He was a natural leader: attentive, considerate and having a good sense for strategies. He knew when to speak up and when to stay quiet. No wonder the others, with some exceptions, followed him well. Yet, he kept saying that you were just as good: that you had ideas and observations he would have never come to on his own. Whether he was right or not, one thing was sure: you looked out for each other, you made a good team.

“Even you don’t believe that,” you called him out on his overly optimistic and groundless claim about the next phase because it was unlikely things were going to just magically get better once the teachers deem you ready to move on. From what, to where? Who knows?

Nevertheless, the corner of your lips curled upwards because you knew that Serim just wanted to make you feel better and less worried. You appreciated his efforts albeit they were fruitless. At least it made you smile.

“No, I don’t,” he admitted, reciprocating your small smile with his own as he playfully nudged your shoulder with his, your bodies brushing over the two layers of clothes in-between yet you felt your cheeks heat up. At least the dark helped you hide it.

Still, you felt the tension around you melt away, your shoulders relaxing as Serim reached for your hand, his bigger one enveloping yours in a comforting squeeze.

“But we will get through it together,” he promised and you believed him. Watching the moonlight draw patterns on the boy’s pretty face, you felt more at ease than before. But also restless because you knew you were breaking one more rule.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love after all.

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[restlessmaknae]

masterlist ✦ cravity

angst [🌪]  fluff [☀]  action [♦]  comforting [♥]

SERIM

✒ better together 🌪♥

academic rival!Serim x female!reader/you “don’t look at me like that” with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to lovers [request event story]

✒ heart says yes 🌪

implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you “i didn’t know where else to go” + “let’s get you cleaned up” with implied bad boy!Serim [request event story]

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

I find it really hard to think of the individual parts I’m missing in a story, so I like to use plot formulas, however, the one I usually use doesn’t work very well with more casual non-action/adventure fics so I was wondering if anyone has a plot formula that’s good for more casual, soft fics that don’t have very high stakes? (Or just straight up jump into my DMs and help me plan this family omegaverse AU for cravity)

[restlessmaknae]

This was such a beautifully written story - both when it came to the portrayal of feelings and the descriptions of the scenery and places. I could truly empathise with the reader, and I felt a weight being lifted off my chest when she started moving on. Honestly, as I was reading it, I felt like I was watching a movie, it was so vivid.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us! I wish more people read it. It was truly one of the most beautiful stories I've ever read. I know it's from a long time ago, and that you have a new blog, but I hope my feedback reaches you nevertheless.

Hope you have a great day/night! 💞

kalopsia; s. wb + reader + k. ty

pairing: seo woobin + reader + kim taeyoung

genre: angst, fluff, hanahaki au

word count: 10.4k

warnings: blood, hospital visit, light cursing, mentions of sickness, death, anxiety, and alcohol/drinking

summary: in each passing day that you grew fonder of taeyoung, more petals would come out of your lips. your heart, a garden of the most beautiful flowers, only that it was also a reminder of your unrequited love. and with the withering petals, woobin can’t bear to simply watch.

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a/n: my longest fic so far! aaaa this is for a fic exchange with the amazing @arieswonjin​​. ilysm <3 i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope we can do more exchanges in the future! also, special thanks to @starrycrvty​​ who helped me with the editing process and cheered me up while i was losing a braincell in the development of the scenes. you’re awesome and ily. <3

hope you will enjoy this ride. send me feedback through my ask/reblogs! i’ll appreciate it a lot :>

taglist: @bunnyseongmin​​

[ will edit this again in the future; ]

regardless of how the day was already ending, flowers seemed to not lose their vibrancy. whenever a gust of air blew by, it would dance along with the wind’s melody. you took a breath, the floral scent easing your body which was probably hugged with nothing but fatigue out of the ruthless writing sessions you gave yourself for hours.

a mélange of colors in the sky; the red hue engulfing the orange tint. it was funny how despite that war of colors, in the end, the sky will turn pitch-black with scattered twinkling stars.

sure, spring was one of the most beautiful seasons. but that small amount of fondness for the aforementioned season will never be enough to make you want to experience it for the whole year. life played favorites though— it was spring for you all year round.

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[loserlvrss]

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 p. serim ( 박세림 )

synopsis | you were anxious by nature, and your boyfriend knew how to handle it better than anyone.

pairing : park serim x fem!reader genre : drabble, angst, fluff warnings : language, mental health topics; anxiety disorder, skinship, petnames word count : 0.8k authors note : a need btw

the four walls around you felt like they were closing in, the ceiling collapsing atop you. you had been choking down the stomach bile that kept clawing its way up your throat for the past couple hours. 

you were supposed to be enjoying your time with your boyfriend, on a hard-earned vacation, but everything about it was giving you the wrong impression; the gloomy weather, the clerks at the front-desk, the people you swore were staring every time you stepped outside the hotel room. you swore there must've been a target on your back, aimed at by hushed whispers. or there must have, at least, been a sticky note on your forehead that said point and laugh. 

you felt so physically and mentally incapable of holding back the faucet behind your eyes, that somewhere along the lines the pressure must've made the pipe burst. you stared at the blurred ceiling, huffing in breaths that felt like sand in your lungs. you tried anything and everything to ground yourself from the looming thoughts that echoed around in your skull. 

it’s been days of pretending, and now your one-man script was being forgotten. the curtain wasn’t closing, it was, simply, on fire. 

the doubts about yourself were always something debilitating you’d dealt with your entire life. you’d struggled with the concept of being interpreted by others, and the negativity that might follow. it no-doubt had something to do with unworked and underlying trauma, but it had become such a ‘norm’ that you’d ruled it too late to fix. in reality, you wouldn’t know what to do without it, and that always made the spiraling worse. 

it's like a looped track of the most annoying song you’d ever heard. a piercing whisper you could never comprehend. something so close, yet far enough away you couldn’t reach it. you were truly losing your mind. 

but eventually, the trouble in paradise got bearable. 

“hey,” it faded out just as fast as it hit your ears, the click of the door following. when you didn’t respond, he asked, “baby, are you sleeping?”

you almost pressed your eyes closed, furthering your acting career. but he knew you too well to fall for something as cliche as pretending to be asleep so you could escape your problems in a game of hide and seek from hell. 

he knew you too well. 

“no,” concern laced his features when your pout met his eyes; yours red and puffy from the tears that continued to fall. “s-serim,”

“baby—what’s wrong?” 

you knew he’d never make you feel guilty for feeling feelings, but nonetheless the thought crossed your mind every time you got rained on. you didn’t want to burden him, wiping the salty-water from your cheeks and waving him off. “did you get something to e-eat? are we gonna do somethi—”

“don’t deflect, please,” he disregarded whatever was in his hand, coming up to your seated figure on the bed. “please, at least let me know if you’re okay, baby. if you don’t want to talk about it.” 

he gently put a hand on your head, bringing your cheek to press into his sternum. you could hear his heartbeat, and somehow it was grounding. 

he was real, not your fears. 

the little things he’d do—like put away your pile of clothes, or go out grocery shopping for you—were real, not the shouts of self-worth going on inside your inner monologue. 

your chest felt like it was caving in, ribs stabbing your lungs with each shatter. you could only breathe so much until that also felt overwhelming. your thoughts were running away from you, taunting a game of chase you didn’t get a say in playing. everything felt so out of control, you didn’t know what to categorize the hurricane in your head as. 

but the silver lining in your storm was always him and his gentle demeanor, kind heart and soft-spoken nature. he loved you as you clawed at the walls of your mental-cage. he loved you like bees to pollen, and a klepto to stealing. you were everything perfect to him, and everything in between. 

“come back to me,” it was absentmindedly how quickly his face was all up in yours, and how badly you didn’t mind. his forehead was against yours as his palms laid on your cheeks. comfortingly, the stroke of his thumbs made you re-enter reality. “it’s okay, i’m here.”

he was real. he was right in front of you, willingly. you never had to force or even, frankly, ask for his comfort. he loved you, and was determined to show you just how much through his day-to-day life. guilt was something he washed away with every touch and word. 

you nodded the best you could to acknowledge him, eyes refocusing on him. “i’m… okay,” 

however long it took, he’d be by your side. until you meant what you said. until the tears stopped. until your mind went quiet. he’d be there, day and night, rain or shine. you were his only concern, fuck a vacation. 

“it’s okay not to be,” he whispered, lips brushing against yours, “i’m here either way, i promise.” 

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[lavenderbang]

Where are the Cravity writers on this app DAMN?!?!?

[kcake555]

Hyeongjun cake 🍰

cravity

[chanyouchan]

⌕ salada mista, indisponível

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

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[xjmshort]

ʚɞ Em busca da pizza (de tomates) perfeita - CS

Eu sei que esse estilo de capa divertida não tá mt em alta, mas é meu estilo fav

[restlessmaknae]

restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

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Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

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ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

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TXT

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Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

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[blossominghunnie]

I’m gonna write another fic/imagine jsjs, an enemies to lovers since I haven’t written it yet jsjs.

(Don’t you love how I have a lot of ideas and unfinished imagines and I’m still writing and planning more? Lmao.)

If it’s a fic it’ll have a love triangle but if it’s an imagine it won’t.

I’m thinking for the love triangle to have Taeyoung of Cravity & Jaemin of NCT Dream.

And for the imagine maybe Seongmin of Cravity or Gunwook of zb1. 👀

So plsss vote. 🫶🏼

[restlessmaknae]

Honestly, this cracked me up, it was so funny! Wonjin was so Wonjin-like in this story, he was being a little brat, even until the end. I loved it so much haha.

Thank you so much for sharing it! 💞

last customer; ham wonjin + gn!reader

— pairing: ham wonjin + florist!reader

— genre: fluff, flower shop au, enemies to lovers(?) au

— word count: 1.1k

— summary: out of all the customers to have before closing your shop, why does it have to be someone with an abysmal flower taste like ham wonjin?

— not requested! ☆ cravity masterlist

'alright, i’ll be there.'

a sigh escaped your lips, rolling your eyes afterward. your friends did it again. another blind date fixed by your friends, just because you’ve been stuck in your flower shop since the first week of february. they even told you to take it as some kind of late valentine’s date— the thought alone enough for you to mentally facepalm.

you looked at the time, there were only a few minutes left before the closing. surprisingly, today was still as bustling as any other day with people getting bouquets for themselves or their loved ones.

the bell chimed above a customer’s head, probably the last one you’d have for today.

“what flowers are you looking for?” you asked with a faint smile.

his hand reached for the back of his head, scratching it for a moment as his eyes scanned the area. a frown spotted on his visage whenever he came across the flowers you assumed he wasn’t aware of the existence. “i guess, i’ll have a bouquet of that variation of roses.”

you followed the direction he pointed, you were sure there were no roses in the display anymore as it was already sold out earlier. variation of roses? for goodness sake, that’s a damned carnation. turning to look at him once again, you spoke, “carnations, you mean?”

“whatever it is.” he met your gaze, a forced smile given to you.

“do you have anything else you wanted to add to the bouquet?” you asked, the white carnations could suffice, but it was a little boring for you.

he sighed at your question, pointing to other random flowers— chrysanthemums and lilies placed down in his judgment.

carnations, lilies, and chrysanthemums! what a perfect choice! it made you unsure whether you were to make a bouquet for his special someone or you were to arrange some kind of funeral wreath.

“may i ask what these flowers would be for?” another question was thrown to him and once again he furrowed his brows, getting impatient with your queries, the same way you were getting slightly irked by his taste for flowers.

he pulled out his phone, checking for the time. “a first date.”

“i see, i don’t think the flowers of your choice would please your date,” you uttered, trying to be as cautious with your words. one thing you loved doing as a florist would be recommending some other flowers to your customers. “the combination you chose earlier was exactly the best flowers for a funeral. how about i arrange some sunflowers and gerberas for you?”

without even asking what those flowers were, he answered you with much of a brimming disinterest. “sure, sure. just be fast with it.”

if only he wasn’t your customer, you could have already rolled your eyes on him. but he was, so as much as possible you tried to remain nice to him.

an inaudible sigh left your lips as you turned to the flower freezer to retrieve some of the flowers you mentioned. all of them still as fresh as if it was delivered just a few minutes ago. instantly, your forced smile turned into a genuine one as you allowed yourself to go with one of your favorite tasks— flower arrangements.

all the time you were arranging his bouquet, the male was quiet in his place. he only lifted his head when you settled his order on the counter. a brow raised as his index finger pointed out some of the details. “am i going to pay for those small white circle things?”

small white circle things? you cocked a brow at his words, looking at the bouquet to check what he was referring to. “the baby’s breath? yes.” you began typing in the costs, eventually printing his receipt. “the bouquet will be 63,000 won.”

he pulled his card out, ready to hand it to you but stopped halfway. “shouldn’t i get a discount? i mean, that’s not even the bouquet i asked for.”

you distinguished the hint of teasing in his voice, however, you were in no mood to take his silly antics. not when he called carnations roses, not when he regarded baby’s breath as small white circle things, not when he first planned to give his date a bouquet of flowers that could make up a funeral wreath.

“no,” you flatly said and grabbed his card, catching sight of his name in the process. ham wonjin.

“at least i tried.” hunching his shoulders up, his focus went back to his phone again.

it ended pretty quickly after you gave him back his card and the bouquet. for a moment, you were relieved that the day had already ended. all that was left for you to do was close the shop—

“the blind date!”

you managed to get to the cafe just on time. thanks to your maximum effort to speed up the closing process of your store, from checking the balances to tossing the flowers back to the freezer. you weren’t really excited about the date. in fact, you were kind of suspicious about who your friends set you up with this time. scanning the area, you only saw one guy that matched the seat the person you were supposed to meet sent you. two tables away from the counter, near the glass wall with a bouquet of flowers you were so familiar with— you were the one who arranged it. your last customer? wonjin? taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to his location. maybe you were running out of luck today, but maybe you can also consider yourself lucky that he stopped by your flower shop and not another, or else, you might be coming home with a funeral wreath. “it’s you?” wonjin asked upon spotting you. “y/n?” you sat on the seat adjacent to him and nodded your head.

“oh, that’s why they said my date likes flowers. it’s because you’re a florist.” he placed his phone back in his pocket, a faint smile setting on his lips. “i’m not good with flowers though.”

the remark made you reciprocate the smile. well, regardless of the abysmal taste he had, wonjin tried. “figured out you weren’t. you almost gave me funeral flowers.”

“i didn’t know.” a chuckle left his lips as he pushed the bouquet of sunflowers and gerberas in your direction. “so how about a refund?”

“a what?”

“refund,” wonjin said. “you know, this is like me returning the bouquet to you so maybe you can give me a refund.”

the glare you shot in his direction was enough to make him laugh. your reaction giving him a good height of amusement. “come on, y/n. i’m just kidding.”

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ꒱ 마앨런

summary : trying on clothes for your boyfriend

genre : fluff, allen x afab!reader tws : language, kissing, pet names author notes : big lack of cravity content from me, i apologize word count : 0.6k

you studied yourself in the mirror, a simple, yet trendy and chic outfit on. you'd been looking for a new outfit for summer — just because — your boyfriend eager to join you on your free day off; as he's watched you scroll endlessly online with his head on your shoulder.

you had a elegant, cream-colored top on. the sleeves were loose, hanging down farther on the underside like a waterfall. it wasn't exactly cropped, or full-length, hitting just above your hipbones and hugging your figure nicely.

you always had a bittersweet relationship with dressing rooms, but maybe it's because there was someone who lived for you and loved you unconditionally just on the other side of the flimsy curtain that kept your mood at bay.

"baby!" you called, earning no response. your eyebrows furrowed momentarily, "allen?" you asked as you pulled back the black cloth.

he wasn't around, so you stepped out, looking around the corner. you waited a moment with a pout on your lips, wondering where he wondered off to. did he get bored waiting? no, he probably just had to go to the bathroom or something. you brushed it off, opting to take a picture for him once back inside. however, that thought was cut short as he rounded the corner with what, in its folded state, looked like a black dress.

"oh, hi!" you instantly started smiling, "what's that?"

he stood there, smiling back at you before explaining, "i know you have a lot of dresses and said that you were looking for other stuff but, i really couldn't stop looking at —" he pointed to the shirt you had on, derailing, "that's really cute, baby, you should get it." he let the dress unravel, holding it up slightly so it didn't drag, revealing a body-con dress to your eyes, "and i'll get you this!"

you didn't have many tight dresses, especially not in cotton material, but there was something about the look in his eyes that gave you confidence.

"sure, let's try it on." and he began to his designated seat after handing over the unwrinkled fabric, but you had other ideas. "nuh uh..." you laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you.

despite his words, he didn't put up much protest at all, "b-baby, im not supposed to —"

"i said let's try it on."

the room wasn't small, but it was cozy with two people in it. you giggled, pushing him against the wall to make more space, and giving the dress back.

"babe, you could just show me once you're done. i won't disappear this time," he whispered at you, face getting closer to yours as you started to pull the shirt over your head. "i promise."

you paused your movements, pretending to be stuck with your hands above your head and face covered.

"but, i need your help." you stumbled towards him, chests bumping and causing a laugh which loosened the tension. "look, i'm stuck."

"shut up." he laughed, grabbing the seam and pulling it the rest of the way up your arms. "here, now put this on — since i'm here, i want to see."

you took your leggings off, putting them on the small corner bench that kept hitting you in the back of the knees.

"since you're here..." you mocked, pulling the black dress up your body as he watched with what could only be described as hearts in his eyes.

you straightened out the fabric, it hitting the floor by your feet (but if you were wearing tall shoes it would be perfect). you huffed, standing straight, "what do you think?"

his hands gripped your waist, pushing you back slightly as he strained his head like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"damn, this must've been made for you." you grabbed him by the cheeks, leveling his head with yours and pressing a peck to his mouth. "lets go on a date... like right now."

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Xikers

Boynextdoor

Monsta X

Oneus

Onewe

Treasure

Enhypen

TXT

Kingdom

Younite

Epex

Cravity

MCND

CIX

Ab6ix

Golden Child

Sf9

Victon

Pentagon

Feel free to request on any of them~✨l

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Taeyoung cake 🍰

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