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hi! could you do fluff prompt #37 with hoshi but its yn who brings hoshi flowers AAAAAAAAAA maybe because yn knows how hard this cb has been for hoshi so they surprise him with flowers after practice ><

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fluff prompt #37: "you brought me flowers? just because?"

soonyoung was getting frustrated. he had been trying to nail down the choreography for the last hour, but it wasn’t clicking. his movements were stiff, and the steps felt off. it wasn’t even about the difficulty of the routine—he was just getting too worked up over the smallest things. his temper was hot, his mind too cluttered to focus.

mingyu and seungkwan were there too, leaning against the wall and watching him with amused looks. neither of them said anything, knowing well that interrupting soonyoung when he was in this mood was a terrible idea.

just as soonyoung was about to shout in frustration, the door to the practice room opened. he watches as you stepped in, carrying a small bouquet of bright flowers, and the atmosphere immediately shifted.

soonyoung stopped mid-movement, his eyes snapping to the flowers in your hands. his irritation faded for a split second, replaced by a flash of confusion. who’s giving her flowers? he thought, his chest tightening. is it her crush?

he stared at you for a moment, his gaze slightly narrowing. “who gave those to you?” he asked, his tone a little more annoyed than usual, though he tried to mask it.

you blinked, taken aback by the question. “uh... no one,” you said softly, holding the bouquet out toward him. “i got them for you.”

for a moment, soonyoung didn’t know how to process that. “for me?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he looked at the flowers, then back to you. “why?”

his ears began to burn a little, the tips turning a shade of red that was impossible to hide. he wasn’t used to this, to being the center of your attention like this. he could feel his heart racing slightly as he tried to make sense of it. why would you get me flowers?

“just because,” you replied with a shrug, offering him a soft smile.

soonyoung stared at the flowers again, the blush creeping further across his cheeks. “you... got me flowers? just because?” his voice dropped, quieter now, a little more vulnerable. he could feel his own heart hammering in his chest.

before you could respond, mingyu, ever the troublemaker, jumped in with a grin plastered on his face. “you got soonyoung hyung flowers? what about me? what about us? we want flowers too!"

"they're just flowers, friends can give each other flowers! calm down." you answered, trying to calm your hammering heart.

seungkwan chimed in, barely able to contain his laughter. “just flowers? just because? this is a whole new level of romance,”

soonyoung’s eyes widened, and his ears turned even redder as he shot both of them a glare. “shut up,” he mumbled, his words barely audible. he was trying to keep his composure, but it was hard with mingyu and seungkwan giving him no mercy.

you, on the other hand, felt your stomach twist with nerves. you had no idea what was going on, but it sounded like they were making fun of you. was it that obvious? you thought, trying not to fidget with your hands. maybe bringing him flowers wasn’t such a good idea after all.

soonyoung, still flustered and now very much aware of how loud mingyu and seungkwan were being, took a deep breath and finally looked back at you. “thanks... really. i, uh... i appreciate it.”

you gave him a small smile, but you could feel the tension between you two. “no problem,” you said, shifting awkwardly. “well, i’ve got some errands to run. i should go.”

as you turned to leave, soonyoung’s eyes followed you, his mind racing. what am i doing? he thought. just tell her you like her already, you idiot.

mingyu and seungkwan shared a knowing look, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, they wasted no time.

“you’re such an idiot,” mingyu said, his voice dripping with teasing. “how much more obvious can it be? flowers? just because? come on.”

seungkwan snorted. “seriously, how can you not see it? she brought you flowers, you’ve gotta make a move, or she’s gonna think you’re either completely stupid & clueless or you just don't have feelings for her.”

soonyoung’s face was burning now, his fists clenching at his sides. “i know, okay? it’s not that simple.”

mingyu rolled his eyes. “it’s not that complicated, you just need to get your act together. you’re lucky she even likes you.”

soonyoung didn’t say anything more. he was too embarrassed to admit just how nervous he was about the whole thing. he didnt want to admit that something as simple as flowers got to him, but something in him clicked, and without another word, he turned and rushed for the door.

he dashed down the stairs, his mind made up in an instant.

you were just outside the building, walking down the street with your head slightly lowered. soonyoung caught sight of you and nearly tripped in his haste to catch up. “hey!” he called out, his voice breathless. “wait up!”

you stopped and turned to face him, eyes wide. “soonyoung? did i leave something behind?”

he ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. "no, uh," he took a deep breath, then blurted out the question he had been dying to ask. “do you have time tonight? for dinner? and maybe a movie?” his eyes shifted to yours, trying to read your expression.

you blinked, caught off guard by the suddenness of his words. “dinner and movie? like... outside?"

he nodded quickly, his nervousness creeping back in. “yeah, like... outside.”

your eyes flicked between him and the ground, trying to process what was happening. “like... a date?”

soonyoung’s heart skipped a beat, and he nodded again, more confident now as a smile creeps onto his face, “yeah. like, a date.”

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Hello!! Can I request suggestive prompts 7+14 with soonyoung where he’s the one staring pls?

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suggestive prompt #7: "come closer, I won't bite—unless you want me to." +

suggestive prompt #14: "you've been staring at my lips for the past five minutes."

you could feel soonyoung’s gaze on you, lingering and intense, but every time you glanced at him, he quickly turned away, his eyes darting to anything but you. he was being overly obvious about it, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. the way his lips tugged into a teasing smile, the way his fingers tapped nervously against his knee, like he was trying to hold himself back.

you couldn’t help it. you just had to call him out on it.

“you’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes,” you said, your voice light, but there was a challenge behind your words. you leaned back on the couch, eyes narrowed in amusement as you caught him in the act. “trying to figure something out?”

soonyoung froze, his eyes widening in surprise, and he opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. instead, he cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i—uh—i wasn’t—i mean... maybe i was,” he admitted, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

“mhm,” you hummed, raising an eyebrow as you shifted your position, suddenly feeling bold. you leaned forward slightly, not too far, but enough that he had no choice but to look at you. “come closer, soonyoung, i won’t bite—unless you want me to.”

your voice dropped into something more suggestive, a playful edge curling around your words. the second they left your lips, soonyoung’s eyes flickered to your mouth, the intensity growing as he hesitated, taking a small step forward.

you could see it in his eyes—he was just as nervous as you were, but he couldn’t deny the chemistry between you two. there was something magnetic in the air, something that had been building for weeks, and now it was too much for either of you to ignore.

“you sure about that?” soonyoung finally whispered, his voice low but filled with the playful teasing you were used to. but even in his words, you could hear the tension. the nervousness hidden behind his usual cockiness.

you bit your lip, still leaning toward him, watching as his breath hitched. “i don’t know, maybe,” you said, barely above a whisper, “but i guess you’ll never know unless you try.”

his lips parted, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to slow. the distance between you and him seemed to close with each passing second, until he was finally close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body. he hovered there, just inches away, his breath mingling with yours, his gaze flickering back to your lips.

“are you always this bold?” he asked, voice barely audible, like he was almost afraid to hear the answer. his hand slowly reached for yours, his fingertips brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“only with you,” you replied softly, your eyes locked on his lips, the temptation almost too much to resist.

the next thing you knew, soonyoung’s lips were on yours, his kiss gentle at first, like he was testing the waters, making sure you were okay with it. the moment your lips met, a spark ignited, the fire between you two flaring up as you both deepened the kiss, urgency flooding your bodies. his hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, his other hand threading into your hair, tugging you in with a new sense of need.

your heart raced, the feeling of his lips moving against yours like a drug, addictive and consuming. the way he kissed you was different—tender but with an underlying hunger. every touch, every movement, seemed to amplify the electricity between you both. it was almost as if he was afraid to be too forward but also couldn’t help himself.

you shifted slightly, your hand sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulder as you kissed him back with equal fervor, your lips parting as his tongue gently brushed against yours. he groaned softly, the sound making your pulse quicken, and you could feel the tension between you both grow.

you pulled away for just a moment, breathless, your lips swollen from his kiss, and you couldn’t help the teasing smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “do you always kiss this well?” you whispered, your voice low and sultry, filled with the playful challenge you were now used to giving him.

soonyoung chuckled softly, his hand still resting on your waist, his thumb stroking your skin gently. “only with yoh” he echoed your words, his voice rough and full of desire. his eyes searched yours, and for a moment, there was silence, a quiet understanding passing between you two.

then, without another word, he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more urgency, as if everything around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled together. his lips were everywhere—on your mouth, your jaw, trailing down your neck, making you gasp softly as his hands roamed, pulling you even closer.

the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together, and all you could feel was him—his hands, his lips, the heat radiating from him. you couldn’t deny the pull anymore, the need, the hunger you both shared. and as the kiss became more heated, you knew there was no turning back.

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Hi can you mix number 11. "do you even love me?" And 35. "you have no idea how much i want you right now." Hoshi being fwb with the reader and him asking her….? 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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angst prompt #11: "do you even love me?" +

suggestive prompt #35: "you have no idea how much I want you right now."

"what the fuck was that?"

his voice slices through the quiet like a whip. you turn to face him, your stomach twisting at the way he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed but his jaw clenched like he’s barely holding himself together. "what?" you asked. the weight of his words hits you like a brick, he's never spoken to you like this before. "where is this coming from?"

"earlier tonight," he says, pushing off the doorframe and taking a step closer. "you laughed at everything he said. you couldn’t stop smiling at him."

"who?" you ask, genuinely confused.

"vernon," he spits out, like the name tastes bitter on his tongue. "that guy from your office. the one you invited to sit with us. you didn’t even introduce me as anything, just soonyoung. no title, nothing."

you stare at him, wide-eyed, his passive aggressiveness catching you completely off guard. soonyoung continues to glare at you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"what the hell am i supposed to introduce you as?" you spat, crossing your arms defensively. "the guy i fuck occasionally?"

"you could’ve said anything else," soonyoung shot back, his voice low and sharp. "but instead, you acted like i was nobody."

"you have no right to be upset about that," you said, shaking your head. "and you have no right to be jealous. we're just fucking! nothing more."

his laugh was bitter, humorless. "then why do you look at me like that? every time before we-," he stops himself, "& we kiss... why do you look at me like... like you love me? do you not? was that a lie? do you even love me?"

his words hit like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless. what is he trying to do? is he trying to taunt you? shame you? make fun of you?

"so what if i do?" you snapped, your voice shaking with anger and humiliation. "are you happy now? getting me to admit that?"

soonyoung froze, the silence between you stretching unbearably long. the vulnerability you’d just exposed sat heavy in the air, suffocating you. he hadn't expected to get it out of you so easily.

his lack of response was enough to make you turn away, tears threatening to sting your eyes. "forget it," you muttered, moving toward the door. "this was a mistake."

but then his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not harsh. his touch stopped you in your tracks, his voice breaking the tension.

"you didn’t ask me how i feel," he said softly, his tone holding a hint of desperation.

your breath hitched, and you turned back to face him, your eyes searching his. you let out a whispered sigh, your voice trembling. "do you love me?"

he stepped closer, his gaze piercing, his lips parted like he couldn’t find the right words. "you have no idea how much i want you right now," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, almost breaking.

your pulse raced as he leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours. "not like that, soonie,"

his voice dropped even lower. "i don’t want anyone else. it’s always been you. in whichever way, whatever way. you're the only one i want."

the raw intensity in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. but it’s not just his words—it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, like losing you would shatter him.

you pull away slightly, your brow furrowing. "soonyoung, this isn’t just about wanting," you say softly, your hand reaching out to graze his. "it’s about how we feel."

he looks at you for a long moment, his jaw tightening. "but do you get it?" he asks, his voice low but laced with frustration. "you're not just some... hookup for me. i don’t just want you in the middle of the night when it’s convenient. i want all of you,"

"just tell me you’ll stay," he whispered, his breath brushing your lips. "because if you walk out that door, i’m going to follow you anyway."

you take a step back, the weight of his words sinking in. the intensity in his eyes is like nothing you’ve ever seen before—he’s vulnerable, but also... determined.

you stare up at him, your chest tight. "so you love me?"

he nods, his thumb tracing along your jaw. "yeah. i love you. and it scares the hell out of me."

"but what about... everything we’ve said before? what about keeping it casual?"

"fuck keeping it casual," he mutters, pulling you closer. "i don’t want to just be ‘casual’ with you anymore. i want all of you, every part of you. and i want you to want the same."

his lips brush against yours in a soft kiss, and you finally give in, closing the space between you and pressing yourself against him. the heat between you both intensifies, but it’s different now—more than just a physical need. it’s a promise.

when you pull back, breathless, you look up at him. "i want you, too."

"good," he whispers, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. "because you're not going anywhere."

the tension is still there, but it’s different now—familiar, comforting. and the next time he kisses you, it’s not just about desire.

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can i request for hoshi + 8 was anything real between us?

also happy ending plss 🥹

of course 🥰 thank you for requesting!!!

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angst prompt #8: "was anything real between us?"

soonyoung couldn’t stop watching you. it had been like that for the past few weeks—your laugh no longer making his heart race the way it used to, your touch no longer feeling like a spark. you were slipping away from him, and no matter how many times he tried to convince himself it was just a phase, the truth gnawed at him like a bitter taste.

the two of you had always been in this strange, limbo space—something more than just friends, but never quite enough to call it a relationship. late-night calls, inside jokes, and lazy mornings spent tangled in each other’s arms. soonyoung had always enjoyed it, always hoped it could be more. he’d wanted it to be more.

but you were pulling away. slowly, almost imperceptibly, but it was there. you didn’t laugh at his jokes as much, didn’t touch him the same way anymore, and lately, it felt like every time you two hung out, you were rushing to leave, making excuses to cut your time short.

tonight was supposed to be different. it was supposed to be just the two of you, sharing dinner at his place, like old times. but as the night wore on, he felt it again—the distance. you were quieter than usual, distant in a way that made him anxious. he tried to brush it off, tried to chalk it up to you having a bad day, but deep down, he knew something was wrong.

as you stood up from the table, gathering your things, he felt his heart sink. “are you leaving already?” he asked, his voice low, the hurt creeping in before he could stop it.

“yeah, i—i have work tomorrow,” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes as you zipped your bag shut. “i should get going.”

“no, wait,” soonyoung's voice cracked desperately, standing up quickly, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “why are you acting like this?” his voice was soft but filled with confusion, his eyes searching yours. “what’s wrong? why have you been so cold lately?”

you froze, your chest tightening. you knew exactly why. the more you fell for him, the more you realized this… this wasn’t going anywhere. you had tried to convince yourself otherwise, told yourself that things were fine, but it hurt too much to keep pretending. it hurt to realize you’d fallen in love with someone who couldn’t see you the way you needed him to.

but you couldn’t tell him that. not when your heart was already breaking just thinking about it.

“nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze as you pulled your wrist gently from his grasp. “i just have a lot on my mind, okay?”

“no,” soonyoung’s voice hoarse, desperation in his words as he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. “don’t lie to me,” his thumb brushed softly over your skin, his eyes searching yours, pleading for an answer. “you’re not the same. you’ve been distant. have i done something wrong? did i hurt you?”

you shook your head, taking a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “no, you didn’t hurt me, soonyoung. i just…” your voice trailed off, the words too hard to say. how could you explain that the more you let yourself care about him, the more you realized this was nothing but a dead-end?

“you just what?” he pressed, his grip on your cheek tightening ever so slightly, the vulnerability in his eyes evident. “tell me what’s going on, because i can’t stand this. i can’t stand not knowing why you’re pulling away from me.”

your heart pounded in your chest as you finally met his eyes. “soonyoung…” your voice was barely a whisper, the words too difficult to say out loud. you had been avoiding them for so long, afraid that once you said them, everything would fall apart. “i’m scared.”

soonyoung frowned, his thumb still brushing over your cheek. “scared of what?”

“scared that this… this thing between us isn’t real,” you choked out, the tears finally escaping. “we’re just… we’re just stuck in this weird place, and i can’t do it anymore. i love you, soonyoung, but i don’t think you love me back the same way. i don’t think you ever will.”

the silence between you two stretched out, heavy and suffocating. soonyoung’s eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly as he processed your words. “what… what are you talking about?” his voice was low, almost broken. “i love you. i love you so much.”

you shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. “no, soonyoung, you don’t. not in the way i need you to.”

he stepped back, his hand falling from your cheek, and for a moment, he looked lost. hurt. “so that’s it? you're not even going to try? you’re just going to walk away?”

your chest ached. “i don’t want to, but—”

“was anything real between us?” soonyoung interrupted, his voice raw, his eyes searching yours desperately for an answer. “was it all just some game to you? did you ever care about me? because i’ve been in love with you, for so long, and i thought… i thought we were building something real.”

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. the words you’d been holding back, the things you were so afraid to say, were coming out now, and it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, choking on your own tears. “i didn’t know what else to do.”

soonyoung took a step forward, his hand gently cupping your face, his thumb wiping away the tears. “i love you,” he said again, his voice softer now. “i love you, and i want to make this work. so stop running from me.”

you looked into his eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. and suddenly, everything became clear. the fear, the doubt, the pain—it was all a reflection of your own insecurities. soonyoung had never stopped loving you. he had always been there, always wanted you.

and you had never really given him the chance to show you.

“i love you, too,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “i’m sorry for pushing you away.”

soonyoung smiled, the relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he never wanted to let go. “then let’s make this work, okay? no more running away from each other.”

you nodded, burying your face in his chest, the warmth of his arms around you making everything feel right again.

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6. "your hands are freezing—here, take mine."

shy soonyoung initiating physical affection with the reader. maybe even also offers his jacket and scarf :’) he’s so loving

ahh!!! I love this!!@!!

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fluff prompt #6: "your hands are freezing—here, take mine."

the night air was crisp, with a light dusting of snow falling from the sky. it wasn’t too cold, but the wind had a biting chill to it, the kind that sneaks under your coat and makes your skin tingle. soonyoung had suggested a walk to clear his head, and of course, you agreed—partly because you loved spending time with him and partly because it was a quiet, peaceful evening.

the two of you walked side by side, the world around you blanketed in white. the streetlights cast a soft glow on the snow-covered ground, making everything feel almost magical, like you were in your own little bubble away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

as you strolled along, the sound of your boots crunching in the snow was the only noise that filled the silence. soonyoung was babbling away about something, his usual energetic self, but your mind wandered to the beauty of the moment. the way his voice seemed to fill the quiet air, how the snowflakes dusted his hair, the way he smiled that smile you always loved.

and then, one snowflake drifted down and landed gently on his cheek. you couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to brush it away before he noticed.

“hey, a snowflake just landed on your cheek,” you said, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin as you wiped it away. the warmth of his skin against the cold of your hands made your heart flutter unexpectedly. something about this is just so... intimate.

soonyoung blinked in surprise at your touch, a slight flush appearing on his face. “thanks,” he said softly, his smile turning shy. “you’re always looking out for me, huh?”

“it’s nothing,” you replied with a teasing grin, though you were secretly happy at the way his smile seemed to grow even brighter. “just thought you’d want to stay snowflake-free.”

“hey,” he said suddenly, his voice a little softer than usual. he glanced over at you, his expression gentle. “your hands are freezing.”

you laughed awkwardly, trying to shake the cold off. “it’s fine,” you said, trying to downplay it. “just a little cold. nothing to worry about.”

but soonyoung didn’t seem convinced. he stopped walking and turned to face you, his brows furrowed in concern. “no, it’s not fine,” he insisted. “you’re really cold.”

before you could protest, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, wrapping his fingers around yours, his warmth quickly enveloping you. you felt your heart skip a beat at the touch, your breath catching in your throat.

“soonyoung—” you started, but he cut you off, his voice serious yet soft.

“your hands are freezing,” he repeated, his grip tightening just slightly. “here, take mine.”

you looked up at him, his face inches from yours, the warmth from his hand spreading through you. his eyes were soft, filled with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter. you hadn’t expected him to be this caring—this gentle—but you were grateful, more than you could put into words.

“are you sure?” you asked, still a little hesitant.

“yeah,” he said with a small, confident grin, though there was a softness in his eyes. “i don’t mind.”

you hesitated for a moment longer before letting your fingers curl around his, allowing him to hold your hand fully. the contrast between his warmth and your cold skin made everything feel different.

as you walked side by side, hand in hand, a comfortable silence settled over the two of you. the snowflakes fell gently around you, and the city seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this small, quiet world.

soonyoung’s voice broke the silence, soft but earnest. “you always do this, don’t you? act like nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious you’re freezing.”

you shrugged, a little sheepish. “i don’t want to bother anyone,” you said quietly. “it’s not a big deal.”

“it is,” he insisted. “it’s always a big deal when you’re not taking care of yourself. and when you don’t let anyone else take care of you.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, something about the way he said them made you feel like he was talking about more than just the cold. you stole a glance at him, his eyes focused ahead, but his fingers were still wrapped around yours, holding you close.

“you’re really kind,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

soonyoung chuckled softly, glancing at you. “only because it’s you,” he said with a playful grin. “i mean, who else would i do this for? you’re my favorite person.”

your heart melted at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with his hand. you couldn’t help but smile back, your fingers squeezing his gently.

“you’re my favorite person, too,” you murmured, feeling the honesty in your words.

soonyoung’s smile softened, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. “good,” he said quietly. “because you’re mine. i hope you know that.”

you looked up at him, your heart racing a little faster at the sincerity in his voice. the moment felt like it stretched on forever, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s company, in the warmth of his touch and the quiet snow falling around you.

“soonyoung…” you began, I love you, you want to say, but he cut you off with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“i know,” he said softly. “i know.” he knows.

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