#cravity fic

[seongminiz]

tear Of gOd

minors dni ; fallen angel jungmo x human wonjin ; 2.1k words

SYNOPSIS    Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible - after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven. Or, Jungmo - Wonjin’s guardian angel - is kicked out of heaven when the obsession over his human gets out of hand, and has nowhere to go if not Wonjin himself.

cw   religious themes , blasphemy , inaccurate representation of catholicism’s views on the afterlife bc i havent been to church in almost 5 yrs , bitchless loser virgin wonjin ejejehjf , dom!jungmo , sub!wonjin , corruption kink (kinda ? idk i had the idea of writing it but idk if i actually put it in so) , handjob , orgasm denial

➔   cross-posted on ao3 !

⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠ if you're uncomfortable with religious themes (specifically christianity in this instance) or their use in a nsfw/sexually explicit context , it's your responsibility as the reader to click off this work and go read something else . i as the author have no responsibility for your discomfort with the themes i decide to write about

note   shout out to onlyoneof for making cunty catholic guilt yaoi music so i could get through writing n find a title for this fic (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) n thank u to the loml @elifseasonz for beta reading this n supporting me through the absolute crash out that were these past 8 months of writing 🩷 i've been writing this since may 2024 - not bc its particularly long or well thought out tho , im just a terribly slow n bad writer :3 i also wrote most of it while i had the worst cold ever so .. theres that too n some parts of it r probably so rushed (oomf (= my Proof Reader™) said its fast paced </3 life is not worth living anymore /j)

Wonjin considers his life to be rather inconspicuous. He is the most average guy someone could ever meet, and it reflects on all his disastrous first dates ending with no kind of follow up. He never does anything creepy or straight up wrong, but his whole demeanor has a certain ‘I’m a loser virgin’ vibe that tends to scare away even the most desperate of his potential partners.

Jungmo, on the other hand, considers Wonjin’s life to be the finest piece of entertainment he could ever ask for. One would argue it is because that is what his whole job consists of: watching over Wonjin and his more than ordinary day-to-day life, failed dates and all.

Jungmo has never been among the most beloved angels in the ranks of Heaven, both due to his occupation - the more contact a divine being has with humans the more their existence becomes tainted and impure, making guardian angels the bottom of the holy food chain - and, more than anything, because of his tendency to defy the rules that have been imposed on him since his very first day in Heaven.

Most of it consisted in minor offenses, like sneaking to Earth without permission to go visit ‘his’ human, or almost resorting to violence that one time another angel offered to take responsibility over Wonjin instead of him; they all originated from how prone Jungmo was to sin compared to his fellow guardian angels, making him an unstable employee since his first day in Paradise, his status immediately solidified as a liability for both his and Heaven's stability.

Which is how Jungmo finds himself kicked out of Heaven, stranded in a random dark alleyway somewhere. Really, he could be anywhere.

Had he not relentlessly followed Wonjin in his every step for years, Jungmo would have no idea of where to go. Of course, it is only normal for a guardian angel to know where their human lives and be able to teleport themselves there in a matter of seconds.

Wings broken and past their first stage of decay, Jungmo uses the last remaining traces of his powers to manifest his physical form into Wonjin’s room - it takes slightly longer than he is used to, but it still can’t be more than a few minutes.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 3:33AM, the red symbols flashing and glitching for a moment when Jungmo makes his appearance - human technology is such a fragile thing, even the dying powers of a former angel are able to put it through strain.

Wonjin has always been a heavy sleeper, struggling to wake up even when the sun is up high and his alarm has rang at least ten times.

Which makes it all the more obvious something is off that night.

He struggles to fall asleep, but chalks it up to anxiety for a major upcoming exam he has been stressing over for months; when he wakes up at three in the morning with the eerie sensation of being watched, though, he can't really blame it on his academic anxiety anymore.

His eyes slowly adapt to the darkness, a humanoid shadow standing in the far corner of his room, right beside the door.

Sleep paralysis? Likely, Wonjin thinks, but the hypothesis is quickly shut down when he finds no resistance within his body as he scrambles to grab his glasses from the bedside table and runs his hand along the wall feeling for the light switch.

Had Wonjin been in a sane state of mind, he would have screamed. Except Wonjin feels anything but sane, his mouth just hanging open in silence as he takes in the person - can he even call it that? The tattered wings sprouting from his back suggest the opposite - standing in front of him.

“What the fuck?” It’s all Wonjin can manage, his voice raspy and his throat dry - from sleep or from the shock, he isn't exactly sure.

Jungmo chuckles. He has observed his human for years, to the point he knows every little quirk, habit and shameful sin of his, but he forgot Wonjin is not familiar with his existence at all.

Without the limits of Heaven binding him to being truthful, Jungmo could simply lie about who he is, about why he is there.

Jungmo is free.

“I’m your guardian angel,” he explains. That much is not a lie, he is just omitting an irrelevant fragment of the truth.

Wonjin eyes him skeptically, fixating on his bruised skin, his bloodied clothes and, once again, his decaying wings. The originally white feathers have colored themselves of a sickly dark gray, bordering on an even darker color towards some edges, those that turn completely black falling off in the matter of minutes. A few white spots remain, but the color has started becoming more dull, dirtying itself as if infected with an incurable disease.

“I was kicked out of heaven,” Jungmo confesses, immediately continuing to not leave any room for protest from Wonjin. “Not because of my sins. I was tricked by an evil, jealous angel who blamed their mistakes on me.”

“And what do I have to do with this? Why are you in my room?” Wonjin asks bluntly.

Religion has always been a pretty neutral topic to him, he genuinely has no care for it. That odd guy might be his guardian angel, but Wonjin wants nothing to do with him.

Yet, it intrigues him. He suspects what the angel has said about being kicked out of heaven is not entirely the truth, and that only makes him want to know more about the otherworldly being standing in front of him.

“Well, I told you,” Jungmo says matter-of-factly. “You’re my human. Who else should I look for? You’re the only thing I know about this insignificant mortal world.”

“Fair,” Wonjin mutters. While he might not be completely convinced by what he says, the thought process is completely logical - excluding the whole premise of a supernatural, heavenly being appearing in his room out of nowhere. The absurdity of it all has almost slipped his mind already.

“You know, Wonjin,” Jungmo takes a step forward, and Wonjin is torn between mirroring his actions, drawn closer to the angel by an invisible force he can't quite explain, or get further away from him - though the second option proves itself to be impossible when Wonjin tries scooting back on the bed, and his back meets the headboard with a dull sound.

Jungmo looks down at Wonjin, only one step separating the two of them.

Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible – after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven.

“I've been watching you for so long,” Jungmo's thin, delicate fingers grasp Wonjin's jaw with such gentleness he is left doubting they are even there. The angel's pointed nails slightly digging into his skin, though, are enough of a confirmation of the touch being real.

Wonjin is not sure what he expects when Jungmo leans closer, so their faces are mere centimeters apart from each other, making it almost impossible for him to hold the angel's gaze.

Up close, Jungmo's irises are nothing but pits of pure darkness, blending with his pupils to the point the two are indistinguishable. Wonjin doesn't know the reason, but the sight makes his stomach close in on itself.

And if that alone is not enough of a reminder of Jungmo's lack of humanity, the stillness in his body is – no breathing, no heartbeat, everything about Jungmo is unmoving, eternal.

Jungmo’s lips, on the other hand, feel more alive than anything Wonjin has ever experienced.

Alive, gentle, but so desperate, as if Jungmo has been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on Wonjin.

Could that be the truth? Could he be the reason Jungmo has been banished from heaven? The thought alone makes Wonjin’s stomach churn in a mixture of fear and pride that only spurs him on to kiss Jungmo back with more fervor.

Wonjin gasps at the contact with Jungmo's cold skin, the angel's fingertips sneaking under his shirt and brushing his hips, eliciting whimpers and whines that Wonjin can't help but be slightly ashamed of.

Jungmo is skilled, far too sure in what he is doing for someone who has supposedly led a life void of sin up until that moment, and Wonjin knows that alone should raise all kinds of alarm bells and red flags in him – it does.

Wonjin knows he should be more cautious, yet he decides to ignore his own rationale, getting lost in Jungmo's lips, in his touch and in his body.

.☆⭒ ♱ ⭒☆.

“God,” Wonjin grabs Jungmo’s wrist in an attempt to slow down his motions, his fingers slipping around the angel’s cold skin as he chuckles.

“There is no god here, Wonjin,” Jungmo speeds up his pace, tightening his hold once he reaches Wonjin’s tip and loosening it every time his hand slides down to the base. “That is, unless you’re talking about me.”

Wonjin’s moans grow in volume and pitch, it’s all too much, too overwhelming, and it feels like nothing he has ever experienced before - though he is pretty sure he is about to cum at any moment. If only Jungmo tightens his fist just a little more and…

“Am I your god, Wonjin?” Jungmo suddenly stops, his hands completely leaving Wonjin’s body as he relishes in his human’s delicious whines and protests.

Jungmo brings his fingers, slick and stained in precum, to Wonjin’s chin, tilting it upwards so their eyes can meet. Any and all protests Wonjin could have die in his mouth as he once again gets lost in the endless pits that are Jungmo’s eyes.

“Answer me, Wonjin,” Jungmo whispers, leaning down to kiss along Wonjin’s jawline, until his lips are right by his ear and his free hand is barely grazing Wonjin’s cock. “Tell me I am your god, and I’ll let you cum.”

Wonjin lets out a shaky, hesitant breath, barely able to keep his eyes open as he weakly reaches for Jungmo’s hand, the angel promptly moving it further away from his cock with a smirk.

“Yes,” Wonjin is quick to force himself to answer, intertwining his fingers with Jungmo’s and pulling him closer, reaching for a kiss that Jungmo once again withholds from him.

“Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re my god, Jungmo,” Wonjin’s voice is barely above a whisper, cracking at every other word he speaks. “My one and only god.”

Jungmo’s acknowledgement for Wonjin’s blind devotion comes in the form of his hand slipping out of Wonjin’s hold, and wrapping once again around his sensitive cock.

It doesn’t take long for Wonjin to get close again, his voice melting into an incomprehensible ramble of “I’m gonna cum” repeating until Jungmo has to shush him, reassuring him that he’s not going to rip that orgasm away from him again. A part of him is tempted to, but the need to see Wonjin finally fall apart in his hands is stronger.

“Go ahead,” Jungmo whispers, relishing in the shiver that pervades Wonjin as his hands grip Jungmo’s arms in a desperate attempt to ground himself. “Cum for your one and only god.”

Wonjin’s mind goes blank, he doesn’t know for how long. His body is still shaking once he regains enough of a sense of self to open his eyes, laying his head on Jungmo’s shoulder as he catches his breath.

Jungmo’s fingers are dripping in his human’s cum. He brings them closer to his face, inspecting the sticky substance with curiosity before hesitantly licking some of it off of his digits.

The slightly salty taste of Wonjin’s cum has Jungmo biting back a moan at the realization he’s consuming a part of him, in some twisted, fucked up way.

Jungmo wants more, but he knows Wonjin can’t handle another orgasm, so he settles for the next best thing. Is it really ‘settling’, though, when Wonjin’s lips are just as addicting, as he squeezes Jungmo’s hand in his and smiles into the kiss.

Wonjin is quick to get drowsy, pulling Jungmo under the covers and mumbling something along the lines of “Don’t you dare go anywhere” as he drifts off to sleep, his hand still gripping Jungmo’s.

Jungmo observes Wonjin’s sleeping frame, so much closer than he has ever been able to before.

The sun has started rising, shining through the sheer curtains and painting Wonjin’s beautiful features in its soft orange hues.

It’s all worth it.

Even as Jungmo’s wings rot past the point of no return, the last of his feathers falling off and shriveling into dust, into nothingness, leaving the skeletal frame sprouting from his back bare and vulnerable. Even as a pain he has never experienced before curses through him.

All it takes for Jungmo to think the eternal suffering that awaits him is worth it is a look at his lover peacefully sleeping underneath him.

im sorry this is actually so bad i cant write gay sex HOW AM I A FUJO THAT DOESN’T KNOW HOWTO WRITE GAY SEX ???!??!!???

[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.

[obligatoryidolblog]

OIB's Masterlist

Ateez

Cravity

Monsta X

Stray Kids

Woodz

kpop tarot readings

my ao3

recommended reading

[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.

– video teaser; story playlist; masterlist; taglist form 🥀

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.

Keep reading

[luvvannie]

STUPID CUPID ᡣ𐭩 -> sung hanbin smau

elf!hanbin x cupid!fem!reader

syn ❀ every valentine’s day, cupid is swamped with love letters from hopeless romantics and emotionally constipated disasters, and she's tired of all these egomaniacs running to her, expecting for a mircale — but last year, one letter from a kind-hearted christmas elf named hanbin has completely derailed her. after helping him confess to his crush (and witnessing his rejection), y/n finds herself breaking every rule in the book by secretly exchanging letters with him under a fake identity. now she’s caught between her professional duties, immense guilt for all of her lies, and the terrifying realisation that cupid might be falling in love herself.

gen ❀ fantasy (?), crack, really silly, secret identity/double life (y/n lowkey catfishes him)... some angst, penpals, easter/springtime!

cupid + minions | santa's shein workers

00 ❀ a teensy little crush (written)

01 ❀ so i guess i'm a catfish !

02 ❀ a follow-up letter

03 ❀ rejection no. 3

04 ❀ CUPID'S CRAZY CRASHOUT

05 ❀ head over heels (written)

06 ❀ CUPID'S CRAZIER CRASHOUT

07 ❀ cupid doesn't DO boyfriends... i think

08 ❀ word vomit (written)

+ more tba!

taglist (open) : empty !

[bobafoe]

taeyoung as a ferrari f1 driver. does anyone else see the vision.

[lavenderbang]

I have the WORST writer’s block for all of my drafts so I’m debating on starting a new fic because I wanna write but don’t want to add to/finish my drafts UGHHHHHHHHH I HATE IT !!! I feel so bad about it, but also I literally cant make my brain juices work for my few fics close to being done 

[tm-trx]

currents.09 [2024]

selections from my week in media [25 february - 2 march 2024]

[listening]

"Candy" / H.O.T.

"IDGAF" / M.O.N.T.

"Love or Die" / CRAVITY

"Not Okay" / ATEEZ

[reading]

Mislaid in Parts Half-Known by Seanan McGuire (Wayward Childrean #9) - This entry in the series follows directly on from the previous book, Lost in the Moment and Found, which I loved. It's also a quest book, and brings in several characters from other books. I'm looking forward to rereading the two books together.

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint by Sing-shong - This was one of my top books to read this year and I finally got a start on it. I'm only a couple chapters in, but so far it's drier than I expected considering what's happening in the story. But since I've barely started and it's 6,000+ pages, I'm not worried.

This World is Cracked and Crazy by sa_kun - Teen Wolf AU - An old favorite reread.

[watching]

Perfect Marriage Revenge - I was going to wait on this one, since I finished Marry My Husband last week, but I needed more time travel revenge in my life. It was a good decision. I love it. It feels a little bit like the old nighttime soaps that were so huge in the 70s and 80s that I wasn't allowed to watch. lol I'm sad that it's only 12 episodes.

Stay By My Side {finished: 3 stars} - It was sweet, but the characters never grew on me and the ending was a bit head-tilty. (Did Buxia really not notice his boyfriend now has the powers he lost or did I miss something? I feel like that was a pretty big relationship moment that we should have seen.)

previous Currents posts

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[mseerie-fics]

When Seongmin gets sick during the filming of Starship Game Caterers, Minhee is forced to reckon with the fact their relationship is changing into something new.

Minhee had been keeping an eye on Seongmin since the drive back after lunch. Seongmin, normally bubbly and chatty, had been acting off. He was good at performing for the cameras, certainly, but when he was out of view, Seongmin’s face was blank. He looked completely checked out. Minhee hoped the youngest was just tired, but as soon as he saw Seongmin put on - and zip up - his giant puffer coat, he knew something was wrong. While the room they were filming in was chilly, it definitely wasn’t cold enough to justify wearing a giant coat. Seongmin hadn’t even taken it off to dance in, letting the coat restrict his movement.

[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

RULES

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

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

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holiday miracle | the boyz ju haknyeon

pairing » the boyz ju haknyeon x fem reader

trope/au » childhood friends to lovers au!, non-idol au!, slight holiday themed hehe

genre » this is just full on fluff!, haknyeon and the reader are kinda blind to notice that that they obvs love each other, and so MUTUAL PINING UGH, caring and loving haknyeon, shy haknyeon at times, very confident haknyeon at other times!, all in all just a lovesick haknyeon, (light) featuring changbin (skz) and allen (cravity) as haknyeon's other bestie, and hendery (wayv) as the reader's other bestie hehe

word count; estimated reading time » 5224; ~19 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist

the holiday season has started and this is my first (?) holiday season fic for this year!! thank you so much for this prompt for haknyeon @hursheys !! finally have a haknyeon fic in my masterlist hehe 🤭

light spoiler (?): hak said he wouldn't watch a romcom with his bestie but...hehe-

“At this point, you guys will never get together. It’ll take a miracle to even get you guys together.”

“Forget about getting together, they can’t even go on a proper date with each other.”

“Okay then why don’t you guys try to confess to your childhood best friend that you’ve been in love for a long time, ask them out on a date, kiss them by the mistletoe and live happily ever after?”

Changbin and Allen looked at each other after the short rant from Haknyeon, pointing at each other, “Are you talking about us?” 

Haknyeon facepalms at their words, tossing the overcooked meat from the grill onto his plate. His face is buried into his palms, leaning back onto the chair in despair at the thought of him falling deeper in love with you every passing day; every passing second. People say it’s inevitable for you and him to get together, given the long history you both share as your mothers have been best friends since their schooling days. Many say that neither of you needs to put in any effort as time and the universe will do all the work for you. 

That’s great. In fact, that’s actually awesome, and Ju Haknyeon has held onto his trust with time and the universe patiently ever since he realised that his feelings for you aren’t platonic. Time passes and now, as you both passed mandatory academic years, took different courses in university, and got a full-time job, he’s starting to run out of patience, feeling restless at how the universe seemed to no longer be helping him, but testing him.

Haknyeon gobbles the pork belly and kimchi in front of him, fueling up his energy to see you tonight for your usual movie night together. Usually, you eat dinner together (and snacks), and get cozy beneath your blankets, but you had a company dinner to attend today, hence why he’s stuck with his two close friends from work. Allen chuckles at the stressed-out boy, shaking his head in amusement at how blind his friend seems to be. Changbin smirks along, eyeing Haknyeon who barely gives any time to properly digest his food.

“Honestly,” Changbin stops momentarily for a drink, “do you really want to end another year like this?”

Haknyeon knew what his friend was referring to but still asked, “Like what?”

“Dude-” Allen facepalms at Haknyeon’s audacity to question. “Do I really need to break it down in full detail?”

“Please don-”

“I’m not sure whether you know this or not but ever since high school, people have been lining up for her. Many have asked her out so many times, and at this point, I think it’s a miracle in itself that she hasn’t gone out on a one date with a guy.” 

Allen’s words hit deep as Haknyeon remembers the many times he accidentally walked into someone confessing to you. Every time he finds himself quickly hiding his presence, he also hopes that it’s not too hidden to the point that you can’t feel his desperation for you to reject them. The chopsticks that were in Haknyeon’s hands clang on the table, a sour look overtaking his features at the memory. The atmosphere around the three friends bustles in laughter and heartwarming moments, but all Haknyeon has in his head is your laughter and the heartwarming moments that you share with him.

As if on cue, his phone lights up, your name coupled with a heart emoji next to it as Haknyeon’s cheeks instantly blush. He flips the phone over, his two friends shaking their heads disapprovingly.

“I told you it’ll take a miracle for you both to get together.”

Haknyeon quickly ushers his two friends to leave him alone, partly so that he could cry at the huge financial impact of losing rock, paper, and scissors for who has to pay the bill. Changbin and Allen, however, knew that their lovesick friend just wanted them out of his sight so that he could pick up his best friend. 

Proving his point, Haknyeon quickly dials your number, not bothering to take shelter from the gusty winds. You pick up after a few rings, and Haknyeon’s mood picks up faster than that at the sound of your voice.

“I can pick you up now if you’re ready,” he offers.

“Yes! Come quick so that we can have time to watch more movies together!” And who was he to not want to fulfil that wish of yours; it’s his too anyway.

On your side, your closest co-worker puts up a knowing smile at the signature tone that you reserve for the only person in your life. As soon as you press the red button on the call, Hendery wraps an arm around your shoulder, exaggerating a dreamy sigh before sipping his champagne.

“If only I had a person that would save me from this party,” Hendery wiggles his eyebrows at your raised ones. “Look, my dear friend,” he clears his throat, “we made a bet on this remember?”

Oh yeah…that.

“Keep it up for another few weeks until the end of the year and you owe me fifty dollars because you don’t have the guts to ask the person who is obviously head over heels for you. Single for another year!”

“Excuse me, you’re single too?” You decide to point out the fact first to which Hendery stutters to make an excuse. “Plus, I have a lot at stake if he rejects me, okay?”

“You really don’t,” Hendery affirms. “You’re just too blind to see that he literally has heart-shaped eyes for you whenever you’re near him.”

The comment is nothing that you’ve never heard before, not only from him but others too. “Thank you for the very wonderful yet fake insight,” rolling your eyes at the boy who’s ready to speak up again. (Un)fortunately he was cut off by a voice calling out your name not too far away.

You slip out of Hendery’s hold, not minding how he had his weight on you and almost fell face-first to the ground. Your co-worker couldn’t be too angry though because, at the very least, you proved his words to be correct once more. Not only did you give a crushing bear hug to your friend who’s lightly covered with snow, but Haknyeon securely intertwined his fingers around your back, making sure to keep you within his reach. You dust the white from his attire, beanie and some trapped between his strands.

“You can’t even do this at the very least?” 

“I have you to do it for me. I don’t see why I have to do it myself.”

His words heats your cheeks and your fingers momentarily freeze between his bangs. Your widened eyes meet his sweet ones, cheekbones rising at your flustered demeanour. In short, Haknyeon found you adorable as you tried to process his daring words. Truthfully, he said those words without much thought yet after saying it, it feels right. You feel like the right person to receive those words from him. A hand holds yours, sharing your body warmth as Haknyeon pulls you out of the building, not wanting to waste any more time.

The drive back to your house is somewhat calming minus the slight dancing from the carpool karaoke that Haknyeon suggested. The choice of music throws away any worries that you or Haknyeon might’ve potentially had over the week; including ones that should have been confronted. As soon as the music switches off and the adrenaline runs out, you’re once again forced to confront reality and for once, you wish Haknyeon didn’t open your side of the car door, holding a hand out for you to take. The habit started a few months ago when you felt drowsy and tired from overworking, almost slipping when you came out of his car. Could Ju Haknyeon be any more perfect than he already was? Well, he could, and it scares you a little bit with how you’re falling deeper and deeper for your best friend.

“Dibs on the bathroom!” Haknyeon announces as soon as you close the front door.

His voice pulls you out of your trance. “That’s not fair!”

“Go order some food first!” He suggests, continuing to run away from you.

You feigned offence with your tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth but it didn’t take long for you to skim through the different cuisines, restaurants and menus that you were craving. Haknyeon gave you full control of dinner tonight, so you took it to your advantage; of course, still ordering food that you know he loves, even though he could eat anything and everything. When the orders are placed and you mentally note the ETA of the driver, you take care of the other preparations such as the small snack bowls, the drinks, and most importantly setting up the new projector that Haknyeon invested in for your weekly movie nights. 

You dash around the house for any throw pillows, cushions, plushies and weighted covers for the marathon. In the end, you could barely see the grey fabric of the couch but at least you would both be snug and warm; from the lack of space and from each other’s presence. On cue, the bathroom door opens and the light steam escapes along with it.

“Did you take a shower or a saun-” All words halted when Haknyeon stepped out of the bathroom. 

No, he’s not naked. He’s fully clothed from top to bottom. Yet maybe that’s why your heart rapidly accelerates for his outfit choice makes him all the more attractive and huggable. The sweatshirt and sweatpants, two complimentary colours that is definitely complimenting him. Your fist clenches at nothing, controlling your unshowered self from cuddling him and the self-control is immense. Haknyeon doesn’t realise the effect that he had on you, casually throwing himself on the comfortable cloud that you prepared behind the projector. 

“This feels like home,” muttering about the fabric beneath him. 

For him, it was just a phrase. For you, it meant much more than that. You start to overanalyse the sentence: does he mean your actual house? Does he mean resting? Is she saying that the couch is comfy? Or that the water when he showered is the perfect temperature? Maybe it was the-

“Come on,” Haknyeon sits up and slips beneath the blankets. “Go wash up quickly and I'll keep an eye out for delivery.”

“R-Right,” nervous laughter slipping through your lips. You point towards the bathroom behind you, slowly retreating backwards towards where it is. “Don't eat all the snacks!” You warn.

“I will if you don't finish showering in twenty minutes.”

You have never finished your nighttime routine so fast at Haknyeon’s words. The only thing you had in mind whenever you thought about taking your sweet time during your skincare routine was the bowl of sweets that would steadily decrease every second. As soon as you free the hot steam from your shower by opening the door, you’re also greeted by fresh delivery cuisine. The aroma of the food is the first thing you notice and Haknyeon about to take a bite before you see what you notice after.

“Oops,” aware of your deadpanned expression. “Come on, come on!”

You heed his hurriedness, wanting to feel warmer after walking into the cooler air after your quick sauna. You scroll through the available shows with Haknyeon beside you, shoulders touching each other. It's not a novel feeling which is why you couldn't understand why you feel like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Alas, you both settled on one of the newly added romance movies. 

You followed the story well; for most of it, at least. You couldn't help but get distracted by the way that Haknyeon rested his head on your shoulder. You turn your focus back to the movie, another one where the characters are oblivious to each other's infatuation. In a funny scene or when the two main characters are idiots in love, your heart swells at his laugh, wishing to hear it every day; wishing that you were the reason why. 

“Just like you,” unknowingly voicing your thoughts.

“Hm?” Haknyeon lifts his head from your shoulder. “What were you saying?”

“N-No,” hastily shaking your head and reaching for your phone to rewind what you missed due to your thoughts. “N-Nothing.”

Haknyeon beats your reach to your device, pressing the pause button before you can double-tap on the left side of your screen. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, crossing his legs and adjusting his body to face yours.

“What's wrong?” He interrogates softly.

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Just a passing thought.”

Ju Haknyeon is completely fine with you keeping your thoughts to yourself. He respects your boundaries. It’s the same way that you respect his space and boundaries. With the way your fingers fidget with the sewing of your blanket and your eyes aren't even meeting his, he just had a feeling it's more than just ‘nothing’ as you claimed. 

“Okay,” he doesn't press on further to your surprise. You shift to a better position, ready to resume the movie, but instead, a question makes you stop, “Are you free this weekend?”

It’s a simple question. There’s nothing special about it. If so, then why did he say it so softly that you could have missed it? 

“What?” Taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

He shrugs, playing cool and collected when in reality, he’s nervous about the words spilling out of his mouth. “Just want to know because there's this nice restaurant and I want to take you out.”

If he had ended the sentence after the restaurant, it wouldn't seem unusual. You and him have been restaurant hopping ever since you both received financial stability. It's just everything after that word that makes the world silent.

“Take me out?”

“Yeah,” he affirms with a shoulder shrug. He’s locked in now. It's all of nothing. “Like a date. You know,” pointing to the screen, “like these two. I'll pay for everything,” hoping to convince you.

But the movie doesn't depict a friendly date or that kind. It's a romantic date, with flowers and one partner picking the other one up at their door. It's the kind of date that you would expect one partner to drop the other back safely to their house. The type of date where the inviter would woo the invitee. The one where one is showing obvious interest in another. The one where they press a ‘goodnight’ kiss on the lips. It's that kind of date.

And he just asked you on that kind of date.

“I need just one date,” he continues a bit more. Haknyeon gathers his courage to look into your eyes for a longer period of time, meeting with the way you blink seemingly without much thought, head seemingly empty. His shoulders slump slightly, “You know what? Never mind. Forget I ever said anything-”

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

He takes a bit of buffering time to process your words. Slowly, a smile grew on his lips, and he couldn't help but hide his expression behind a nearby cushion that he was hugging before he paused the movie. One confident and automatic answer is what he gives you, “Absolutely.”

And so, the rest of the night after his answer shifts. It’s spent with more contact, Haknyeon daringly growing closer to you; not that he wasn’t before. You also relish in this, intertwining your hands together. Yes, this made snacking a little bit difficult, but you get to finally hold Haknyeon’s hand in a different way, so what is food when you can be like this to Haknyeon? You hope your hands will stay like this until the morning light dawns when, to your disappointment, it’s Haknyeon’s cue to leave.

“Oh. My. God.” These are the first few words Haknyeon says after coming back home the next day. He leans to his front door for support, putting a palm on top of his heart. 

First of all, how did he even manage to sleep over last night? And actually got sleep with you next to him? It’s not a dream when he woke up earlier today, you snuggling your face into his chest, looking for his comfort and warmth. Your free hand seemed to have been clenching his top, the wrinkles during the day telling him so. Just like you hoped, both your hands stay holding each other through the rest of the night. You look peaceful in your slumber, breathing steadily, unaware of his heart going haywire. Haknyeon didn’t expect you to be so close after his question, yet he’s thankful for waking up to such a beautiful sight. 

Second of all, the kiss on your forehead. The one he gave as a ‘good morning’ greeting, not knowing that you would stir awake. The way you rub your eyes to rid the sleepiness was beyond adorable, and the calming rhythm of your ‘good morning’ greeting is something he wants to hear more often.

Just one question led to all of this. 

A hand flies to cover his wide-opened mouth. Haknyeon didn't know where the sudden burst of energy came from, nor did it matter because he really did it. He asked you out on a date. A romantic one at that. He really said the magic words that he has been dying to say for longer than a decade, and you actually agreed. None of this would matter, and he wouldn't be sliding his back against the door and sitting on the floor in a daze if you didn't agree. 

He replays the whole night once more, a brightening grin overtaking his being for the rest of the day. Of course, this feeling is caught easily through the phone by Changbin and Allen who is proud of their boy for finally taking the first step.

Ju Haknyeon doesn’t really plan. 

Even if he does, he doesn’t plan things meticulously. Even if he’s unsure about how things will go or knows that he really should plan certain things, he thinks just going along with the flow, and figuring things out when the time comes is best. When it comes to you though, he could change with a snap of his fingers. Changbin and Allen didn’t do much help when it came to things to do with you as he plans to extend the date to more than just dinner. The internet provides him with great recommendations but the fact that it’s accessible to everyone beats the purpose of wanting to make the day unique and special. 

Haknyeon leans back to his bed, soothing the hunched posture that he has been keeping up non-stop for almost an hour. He balances his laptop on his lap, spreading his arm across his sheets. “Ugh,” shutting his eyes to relieve the growing pain around his head. The weather didn’t help either as despite his heater and the apartment being nicely insulated, the falling snowflakes outside could still be felt with the layers he has on. 

The boy starts to move his arms, generating friction and heat that he hopes to be enough even though it might be short term. Then, the action seems to be familiar to him.

“You two!” Haknyeon’s mum hollers with worry. “You’re going to both get sick!” 

Haknyeon and you only continued to mark your figures onto the plush snow, dusting your faces away from the ones that gently shimmered down onto your faces. Mothers knew best, and both of you got sick not long after. If you could turn back time, maybe he would listen to his mum. In saying this, he knows he wouldn’t fully listen to her, maybe instead opting for a compromise like not making snow angels under one of the coldest sprinkling winter days for an hour straight.

The memory stays firm in his mind. It eventually becomes a tradition each winter to visit his parent’s house to make another snow angel together. Unfortunately, through the past years, it has been broken and his parent’s front garden hasn’t heard your laughter for a while. This winter too, would be a journey to go back home, so Haknyeon knew that it would be close to impossible. Yet, the premise of the tradition is continued.

This year, it will continue once more as Haknyeon hopes that the angels he’s made throughout the years will hear his wishes that your relationship with him will change after this holiday season.

Maybe, Haknyeon should have wished a bit more from the angels. Once he gathered all his plans for the day, he should’ve wished that it would all go well, just like in the movies and books. One of the main characters would profess their love, and the other would confirm their feelings back to them. In the end, they would cup their cheeks, press their lips to a loving kiss and live happily ever after together.

Currently, the restaurant messed up their booking time. Haknyeon booked for six, yet somehow the restaurant thought he said eight. The two numbers don't even sound alike, so how it happened was beyond him. As much as Haknyeon, you were confused and calmly asked if they could sit you both in. Thankfully, the restaurant was able to accommodate the confusion, and a massive weight was eased from Haknyeon’s shoulder.

The waitress guided you both to the spot that Haknyeon initially requested, giving you a view of the nightscape of Seoul, blanketed with white on the rooftops and the streets. Haknyeon is pleased to see that he made the right choice, seeing your eyes widen at the view, leaning over to capture all that you could. You were so immersed to the point that you forgot about the menu, only attending to it after your stomach growled. Food is best when you’re feeling ready for it anyway, and the booklet in front of you feeds onto your expectations even more.

“Just that?” Haknyeon double-checks with a knowing grin. “Not even dessert?”

“I need more time!” You exclaim, lightly jumping on your seat at the range of selection. “You tell me that as if you’ve made your full decision as well.”

After some recommendations from food blogs, checking the options together with, of course, the light bickering that comes along with it, the menu is taken away to regain some peace and tranquillity. It's at this moment that everything seems to slow down. You thought of two things with Haknyeon rubbing his hands together: the cold. It’s been dropping the past few days, especially the time when you both cuddled against each other, so that would be a fair assumption. However, you’ve been in this room for more than half an hour now, so you decided maybe not. Second, it’s just this whole atmosphere. The bouquet he gifted leaning against the window pane, and you across the table with the best clothes that you have. The red spreads across his cheeks as you both sit in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, never that with you, but the new situation had him darting his eyes everywhere but yours. 

“I’m nervous,” you spoke honestly first. A light chuckle is the next thing you do to fill the silence.

Haknyeon felt his body relax at the mutual feeling, “Me too.” 

To lighten the new environment, you give Haknyeon your phone, asking him to take a picture of you and the flowers. Unlike all the other times, Haknyeon refused to take it with your device, ensuring a copy for himself, swearing that he’d send it to you after. After making him promise, you shyly pose with the abundance of roses and pansies.

“Pretty,” he compliments you. He leans to rest the flowers against the window, ignoring the crease between your eyebrows. A hand slides across the table, stopping halfway with an open palm, “Can I hold your hand? At least until the food comes.”

You unclasp your slightly shaky hands, accepting Haknyeon’s palm. You trace your fingertips along him, curling them inwards as Haknyeon does the same to yours. The gentle hold is new and fleeting but undoubtedly will be something you will instantly crave all the time. Oh, and how his thumb delicately traces along your knuckles makes you melt. You didn’t want to retract your hand when the food arrived, and Haknyeon had the same thought, holding on until it became too hard to eat. Another one to add to his adorable moments. 

“Where are we gonna be making snow angels this year?”

At first, Haknyeon thought his plans had been exposed but then remembered that it was an annual event. He shrugs, “Anywhere you want. I guess we can’t go back to my parents’ house.”

“Hm,” you ponder about places. “What about that park we always used to go to after school?”

“What a memory,” he reminisces about the time you spent there: skipping classes, running away at midnight to meet each other, having picnics, spending your allowance and hiding the evidence of sweets there. “Let’s.”

After a satisfying meal, that’s exactly where Haknyeon drove you. You both knew that the chances of you getting sick once more are high, but if you’re going to get sick anyway, might as well make the moment the best. The warm-up included running around in circles, and hiding behind trees and bushes as you both prepared another round of snowballs. The hiding part isn’t executed too well for either of you, with deep footsteps revealing the other’s whereabouts. You called it truce after, knowing that you could never beat a Haknyeon that just ate a hearty meal. Whilst Haknyeon still had the energy to stand and hop around, gathering snow to his palms to throwing it to the sky, you catch your breath at the bench. 

You haven’t seen Haknyeon this carefree for a while, and you thank the holiday season for this side of him that deserves to wind down and relax. The boy runs up to you with both hands behind his back, fluffy hair bouncing according to his footsteps. Per his request to hold your hands out, Haknyeon gently places a handful of the cold crystal in the shape of a heart.

“Of course, eventually this heart will melt,” he nods slowly to his words, “but never mine when it comes to you.”

The short speech is enough to convey his feelings. You thought the night he asked you out would be almost all that he has for you, but he’s just waiting for the right moment to spoil you. While you’re entranced with the pureness of Haknyeon’s work in your palms, Haknyeon dashes away to plant his back to the cloud.

“Hey!” You call him out. “We’re supposed to do it together!”

Your feet dash to be beside him, the heart is still in your hand, unwilling to let it shatter. Even though Haknyeon is facing the sky, he knows that you’re not lying down next to him. He cranes his head, seeing you crouching down to your knees a few steps away from him, setting it down safely. Then, you’re next to him, copying his actions of spreading his limbs across the icy cloud, laughter accompanying his. You were both constantly checking on your artwork, standing to see for improvements, then laying back down, turning it into a light competition.

“Okay fine,” Haknyeon concedes as he starts to feel his thighs give out. “You can win only if you listen to me carefully.”

“About what?” Fully turning your body to him. 

Slowly, you see the playfulness fade from his features. His lips still held their crescent shape from earlier, slightly tenser yet at the same time, genuine in its meaning. Haknyeon’s chest rises as he takes a deep breath, a white cloud following him when he lets go of any tension and nervousness. You shift your weight from one weight to another when he begins to turn his body to yours. Haknyeon takes your gloved hands to his, firmly holding them and looking into your eyes with sincerity. There, you see the eyes that everyone has been saying; the heart-shapes floating in those brown orbs, pulling you in securely. 

“I love you,” he confesses the words that gracefully land on your heart. “Not in a friendship way. 

I wish every single day that I would be able to say these words. For every single year, we would be different. And this year for me is it,” calmly putting the point across that he wants more from this relationship with you. “But if you don’t, we can forget about this whole thing. The whole of today can just be a normal hang-out. If you don’t, then I will try to let go of loving you, even though it’ll take time. If you don’t, we can just become best friends and pretend like you’ve never heard of these words.”

There’s a passing beat of silence from both of you, Haknyeon waiting for an answer, and you waiting for the right time to do what you have always longed to do. You escape from Haknyeon’s hold, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer to you. Your lips finally connected to his, dancing elegantly like the snowflakes in the sky. His lips tremble meeting your cold ones, yet that’s the reason why he deepens the kiss, a hand on your lower back to soothe the chilly season. One hand trails his jawline, down the slope of his neck, feeling his gulping as you stop at the start of the neckline of his shirt. Noses brushed against each other, sometimes bumping at the hurried pace of the kiss. If it wasn’t for your gloves, it would have been wrinkled just like that night you held onto him for dear life.

“Haknyeon,” a gap between your kisses allows you to start, “if you don’t mind, I would love this to be a date.”

The boy smiles at the confirmation. “Really?” A nod from you. “Why?”

You knew that he was searching for the words that he yearned to hear from you. And you? You had no intention to hide it any longer. “Because I've loved you since the moment we met.”

That’s Haknyeon’s cue to guide the second round of kisses, embracing you closer to him by your nape. Barely any space is left between you and that’s exactly what you both want. “We should’ve done this earlier,” whispering to your lips before diving in again. 

“We should’ve.”

Haknyeon directs his kisses all over your face: one cheek to the tip of your nose, lingering at your other cheek. “You’re in love with me…” Your eyelids close to make sure his lips touch there too, ending at your forehead. He leans his forehead to yours after, “It’s a holiday miracle…”

You shake your head, signalling to him that your feelings for him are genuine, whether or not he’s wished for it to the angels. “It’s not a miracle, Hak. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Your words itself feel like a miracle to hear. “You’re right.” To have the words that he has daydreamed and dreamt about him elevates everything more. “You’re a miracle to me.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist

tags: @deoboyznet @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet

@sanaxo-o @winterchimez @haneul-and-clouds

[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.”

[luvvannie]

00 ❀ a teensy little crush (written)

since your sixteenth birthday — the day you were graced with the title of cupid, passed down from your father after his retirement — you’ve spent your days sifting through love letters and replying with the wisest romantic advice you could recall from his teachings.

you were getting sick of it. painfully, bone-deep sick of it. and as terrifying as it was to admit, you were even starting to grow sick of the colour pink. five years trapped inside the corporation — a giant, pink building in the clouds — clocking in every day just to read letters from people with egos too big to realise they were the reason their crushes wouldn’t like them back. and of course, it only got worse during the holidays. the influx of people expecting cupid to grant them a holiday miracle increased tenfold, especially on christmas and valentine’s day.

christmas… god.

it had been almost four months, and you still couldn’t get that letter out of your head. that stupid, stupid letter. stupid cupid — you can’t fall for a boy. that breaks every HR rule in the book!

and to make matters worse? the boy was an elf. ugh. gag. red and green is the worst colour scheme in the universe.

maybe you were losing it. you were going insane, just like your senile grandmother did before your father took over cupid corp. maybe it was time for a break... a nice long hiatus... the north pole, perhaps? you did like snow. and hot chocolate… sleighing was fun. and maybe you could finally see this boy in person, steal a few glances and run away like a lovestruck high school girl.

no, no, no! you slammed your head onto the white marble desk with a dull thud.

how did it even begin?

christmas was fast-approaching. you were working overtime to send out as many responses as possible, because for some reason everyone believed christmas magic would spellbindingly gift them a soulmate, no matter how horrific their personality. the sun was rising on christmas eve, and you were panicking — you hadn’t even made a dent in the stack of letters. frantically, you sealed the envelope you were working on and grabbed the next letter, tearing it open and reading as fast as your eyes could move from word-to-word.

until you slowed down. your eyes softened.

this one was... different. sweet? sincere?

an elf boy — what was his name? sung hanbin. he wasn’t begging for an aphrodisiac arrow to be shot at his crush (seriously, what kind of maniac even asks for that?). no, he was thoughtful. gentle. he genuinely cared for this girl — another elf in his gift-making department. the way he described her... it sounded like he’d steal every star in the sky if it made her smile. he wasn’t asking for a miracle — he had a whole plan, one which he had come up with himself, after putting together all of her favourite things, which he had found out about by himself, by simply… paying attention to her. all he wanted was your advice. did you think his plan was good enough?

you never swooned over letters, ever, especially not the ones from straight men. they were always rude, selfish, greedy, egotistical, and then they wondered why their girls wouldn’t like them back. but this? this one felt... real. so you wrote back, just like any other letter. and maybe — maybe — you got a little curious. so, you did the cupid-equivalent of stalking. you peeked into your magic telescope and... well, damn it. he was attractive.

then, a week later, during your new year’s break, you were clearing out your mailbox and saw it. a new letter. from sung hanbin.

he thanked you for your help. said it hadn’t worked out. he’d been rejected. but instead of blaming cupid like most clients did, hanbin... thanked you. it was strange. hanbin didn't know who you were. no one knew who you were. people always seemed to take your anonymity for granted, sending you the most vile things imaginable just because their crush ended up rejecting them.

the letter went on. he thanked you for all the things you did for other people. your selflessness and bravery. he hoped that you had people who you could rely on as well, just like how everyone else relies on you.

it almost brought a tear to your eye. for once, someone seemed to care how cupid was.

so... maybe you sent him a letter back pretending to be your secretary, dayeon...

and maybe... he wrote back.

and maybe, just maybe... you’ve been exchanging letters with him every week since under your fake identity. and have the teensiest little crush on him.

and if all that wasn't bad enough, he'd sent you another letter. one week before valentines day... asking you (well, dayeon) to be his valentine.

and so you panicked. and didn't write him back... for two months?

stupid cupid.

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[juyomiao]

FIREWORK - P. SUNGHOON

park sunghoon x idol!reader

★ synopsis newly debuted 5th gen girl group CUP!D from starship entertainment is under everyone's eyes as their debut song 'love dive' goes viral both domestically and internationally ; all is going well until the group's main vocalist, y/n, gets exposed for her old stan… hate account?

☆ featuring enhypen , ive , cravity's seongmin hyeongjun and taeyoung

★ genre smau , idol au , fluff , crack , angst , enemies (?) to lovers

☆ warnings kys/kms jokes , death threats (joking)(most of the times) , my shitty humor , cyberbullying (nothing too heavy) , more specific warnings will be added to each chapter , fromis_9's hayoung as a placeholder for yn's pics

★ status discontinued :(

☆ taglist closed

★ note firework like the &team song not the katy perry song (ray told me to say this) ,, working on an smau makes u anxious ? why not start writing another one !! im taking care of myself i swear 🫶🏻 the group name i came up with might be ass but theres a specific joke i can make with it

MASTERLIST

(chapter titles might be subject to change as the fic goes on)

★ profiles [CUP!SS] / [cool men (real)] / [pick me girls]

01 ♡ wonception

02 ♡ gay son

03 ♡ apology letter with tears

04 ♡ #ynOUT

05 ♡ what are we

06 ♡ leash kid

07 ♡ like the stayc song

08 ♡ menstrual cup brand

09 ♡ quadratic equations

10 ♡ illiteracy

11 ♡ homie hopper allegations

12 ♡ first day at gay high school

13 ♡ reddit aita

[more to be added]