#day6 oneshot

[sxfterhearts]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ florist!wonpil x interior designer!reader (ft. best friend baker!younghyun and side day6) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff for our bday boy <3

♡ word count: 4,184 words i got carried away

♡ author’s note: happy birthday kim wonpil you are the softest sweetest most affectionate idol ever i hope you celebrated well today!!! thank you for being you <3 be happy always hehe

//

Is he… pouting?

Kim Wonpil, 31 years old, dressed in an all-white outfit with a brown apron tied around his waist, hands clasped in prayer, shoulders shaking in disbelief. Kim Wonpil, the owner of the town’s best and only florist. Kim Wonpil, your seatmate in kindergarten, who lived two blocks away from you. 

This Kim Wonpil, the current version of him, at least, was standing in front of you, pouting.

“Please, Y/N… Just let me have it, I beg of you!” His voice reached an uneasy shrill, as he whined with little to no shame. He even unclasped his hands and reached out to tug at your sleeve. “Just this once, c’mon…”

You stood, transfixed, unable to believe that a grown-ass man was acting like this.

Over what, you may ask? Well, this entire commotion was caused by something so trivial; so simple – a slice of strawberry sponge cake.

The last slice, to be specific.

Look, you won fair and square – you reached the bakery first, and that’s even after messaging your friend Younghyun, the owner of said bakery, that you were calling dibs on his infamous strawberry cake.

You envisioned yourself sitting cross-legged in your room, your iPad playing some drama that you barely paid any attention to, as you indulged in a cup of chamomile tea and a slice of strawberry cake to celebrate the end of a long week.

But it seemed like the universe had other plans.

“Guys…” Younghyun whisper-shouted from behind the counter, his brows knitted in frustration. Why were all of his friends absolute weirdos? He secretly wondered whether this was a sign from the universe to find better friends. “Hurry up, you’re holding the line!” To the patient old lady standing behind you two, he put on his best customer service smile and reassured her in his well-practiced customer service tone, “Won’t be long, ma’am!”

Wonpil turned to Younghyun, pupils shaking in desperation. “You can’t let her have it, hyung, please. I’ve been such a loyal customer, I’ve been buying from you for three decades! How long has she been here – like a week?”

“Four months, mind you.” You corrected him, huffing.

“Please, Younghyun… Not today, of all days…”

A lightbulb flashed above the baker’s head. “Ah, you’re right! How could I forget?” He smacked his palm against his forehead. Darn it, his memory was getting worse – he really was getting old. “Y/N, look, I’m really sorry, but Wonpil has to have it. It’s his birthday today.”

At that, the fight in you dissipated. You let go of your iron grip on the tray, and handed it over to Wonpil. Sure, you loved your desserts, but at least you had morals. “Oh. In which case, here you go. I’ll have something else.” 

“Oh, thank you, Y/N! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He set down the tray and engulfed you in a quick, yet tight hug. You froze, not knowing what to do with your hands, and simply settled into his tight embrace and the lingering floral and earthy scent on his clothes. 

Younghyun cleared his throat from behind the counter. Wonpil immediately let you go. “No PDA in here, please, for the sake of the customers.” He looked like he was a school teacher ready to reprimand delinquents. “Wonpil, I’m so sorry – it completely slipped my mind. I’ll bake a cake for you this weekend as an apology.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, hyung.” The birthday boy’s mood took a 180 degree turn as soon as he’d laid claim on his beloved strawberry cake. “This is more than enough. Besides, you’ve given me the honour of decorating your bakery with my floral arrangements for the past few years. That alone makes me indebted to you.” 

“No, I insist. I’ll bring it over to Sungjin’s so we can all celebrate. Oh, Y/N!” The baker turns to you. “You said you’ve been having trouble making friends, right? Why don’t you come over to Sungjin’s place this Sunday? We’re having a casual get-together to celebrate Wonpil’s birthday.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Wonpil whispered to you. “It’s really just an excuse to get the band back together for a jam session.”

Younghyun sucked in his breath in an attempt to sound threatening. Wonpil remained unfazed by his antics. “Don’t spread lies.”

“Younghyun really wants the band back together.” Wonpil added.

“I just miss you guys! Adulting is hard, and our band days were so carefree. We were so youthful back then…” He said wistfully.

“You still are! Haven’t you heard, thirty is the new twenty!” You added, trying to comfort your friend. You were grateful for the topic change, especially since you could feel your cheeks tingling with warmth at the mention of your recent woes. Alas, the difficulty of making friends as an adult. “But yes, count me in! I’d love to come!”

//

That night, as you tucked into your custard cream bun with immeasurable glee, you recounted the conversation at the bakery.

Kang Younghyun was your longtime friend; an indispensable part of your childhood. The moment you stepped through the classroom doors and laid eyes on his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle backpack, pencil case and lunchbox, you knew you were destined to be best friends. The two of you stuck together through thick and thin – from crying next to each other as your mothers dropped you off at kindergarten, to comforting each other with liquor and video games after yet another teenage heartbreak, all the way to supporting each other to chase your dreams. You had his back and helped him stand his ground against his parents when he told them he wanted to carry on his grandmother’s legacy of running the town’s bakery, rather than furthering his studies. In return, he cheered you on from the sidelines as you sat your parents down and broke the news that you were moving out of your little town to the big city, with grand plans to make it big in the interior designing world.

Little did you know that ten years after that conversation, and many, many tears later, you would wind up back in the place you once called home. 

For most of your 20s, you fought tooth and nail to break into the industry. As a country native and a woman, the odds were stacked against you from the very beginning. Yet, you were relentless and determined, vowing to fight hard for your dreams. Your hard work brought you to dizzying heights – from starting as a graduate at the country’s number one interior designing firm, you rose all the way to the top, eventually flying out to cities near and far to present your work at conferences, and learn from other cultures as well. 

All the travelling and the adventures were surreal – it felt almost too good to be true, and at times, you had to pinch yourself; to remind yourself that this was the life you were living, the life that you fought so hard to have. 

And yet, when you came back to your hotel after yet another client meeting, and watched the New Year fireworks from the vantage point of your executive suite, you felt a deep pang in your heart. You had never felt as profoundly alone as when you were sitting on your bed, still donned in your business suit, looking down at the crowds on Victoria Harbour as they enjoyed Hong Kong’s fireworks and light show extravaganza. No amount of milk tea, dimsum or beef noodles could fill the gaping hole in your soul.

The truth hit you like a ton of bricks – the world was filled with endless wonders, and you had no one else to explore them with.

So, after a decade of floating through cities with unknown faces and unfamiliar street signs, you drifted back to where it all began – your hometown.

It was a small coastal city, once the centre of trade thanks to its huge ports, but now a sleepy seaside town that benefited from domestic tourism and the occasional tour bus. Most things existed singularly – there was one post office, one hair salon, one bakery, one florist, one grocery store, and so on.

You thought you would get bored, unaccustomed to the slow pace of life. But you fully embraced slow living. In the first month, you soothed your tired soul by spending hours strolling by the beach, shovelling snow from your driveway, reading with a cup of warm beverage, catching up on shows, and eating home cooked food. 

In the second month, you began your research. You started making plans for your own interior designing business, hoping to transform the spaces and businesses in your hometown.

In the third month, you set your plan to action. You rented out a small office space, gathered old contacts, and slowly started building your clientele. 

The months passed in that way. Winter turned into spring, and you felt your energy being replenished, little by little, one bowl of rice at a time.

But it was still awfully lonely. As much as you hated working late nights, the sense of camaraderie with your fellow team members and the jokes told over boxes of takeout made you miss your previous life. At times, your fingers hovered over the “Call” button, wondering whether it was appropriate to call your former work besties for something as simple as a leisurely chat (you always held yourself back). You even missed the times you spent after work wandering aimlessly across the city, getting lost amongst the crowd of office workers rushing home to their dinner dates or their families. As lonely as it sounded, being in a place with lots of people reaffirmed your sense of self. It made you feel like you were a part of something bigger than yourself.

Which is why you really wanted to make an effort with Younghyun’s friends. You knew that he joined a band after you moved to Seoul, thanks to his consistent spamming of rehearsal videos on KakaoTalk. You had practically memorised their voices by now, along with the little quirks they each had when playing their respective instruments. Perhaps this was odd, but you had been friends with Younghyun for so long now that it seemed like a no-brainer to you – what was his, was also yours. You had no doubt that despite never meeting his former bandmates, you would get along just fine.

One bandmate in particular, caught your eye. You could never seem to tear your attention away from their soft-spoken keyboardist. He appeared to be a man of few words, always lingering in the corners, but when he opened his mouth to sing, you swore the gates of heaven opened up to welcome you. You spent one too many nights in your early adult years comforted by his soothing voice and the way his fingers smoothly glided across his beloved instrument.

As you sipped on your chamomile tea, you pondered over how you could contribute to the birthday party. Younghyun had mentioned it was a casual get-together, but given it was a party after all, a little bit of decor wouldn’t hurt, right?

//

Wonpil arrived at Sungjin’s right on time.

“Y/N?” He was sporting an oversized grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were painted in green and brown stains. You figured he’d come straight from work.

You got up from your crouched position on Sungjin’s doorstep. “Wonpil!” You greeted him warmly, pulling him into a hug, as though you were lifelong friends, and not mutual friends who recently reconnected in the past six months. 

He stiffened in your hold, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu wash over you at the way your roles were reversed. After a moment of hesitation, his arms came around to pat your back, awkwardly. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You pulled back, flashing him an excited smile to conceal your slight nervousness. Besides, you thought to yourself, I really hope you’ll like what I planned for you. “Younghyun and I go way back – so any friend of Younghyun is a friend of mine.”

“Likewise,” Wonpil responded with a tight-lipped smile. 

“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” You quickly produced a party hat from behind your back and placed it on Wonpil’s head, your fingers tingling as they grazed the soft skin of his chin. 

The two of you made your way through Sungjin’s gigantic house to the backyard. It was eerily quiet, and all Wonpil could hear was his own heartbeat thundering between his ears. Being this close to you was certainly not great for his health. He racked his brains for something half-intelligent to say, but couldn’t come up with anything. Over and over, his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. 

“They’re in the backyard.” You explained, hoping to cut through the silence, yet your voice was barely above a whisper. Being left alone with Wonpil made you more nervous than you initially imagined. 

He hummed. “Ah, right.” His voice echoed throughout the empty space, and your mind was immediately sent back through time. That voice that got you through those turbulent years away from home, was now the voice trailing just mere metres behind you. 

“Are you ready?”

His brows scrunched in confusion. For what – ?

With a click, you unlocked the glass door to the backyard. Sungjin’s parents loved gardening, so when they built the house, they purposely left a huge amount of space for a garden and expansive backyard. Wonpil had been to his band guitarist’s place countless times after practice or just for hang outs, but he’d never seen it like this before.

The overarching trellises that led into the fountain at the centre of the garden were dressed in its best robes. Spring was right around the corner, and the purple wisterias were early this year. With the flowers in full bloom, and sparkling fairy lights dotted across the trellises, Wonpil had no idea where to look. He took a step slowly under the trellis, hoping to inspect the beautiful flowers more closely – he was a florist, after all. Instead, he found photos strung up at the ends of evenly spaced branches. 

His eyes glinted in wonder and awe as he took in the scenery unfolding before him. There were photos – some really old, and some new ones too. There was a photo of baby-him crying at his 100th day celebration, all dressed in his tiny hanbok, his sister standing above him with a toy in hand. There was another photo of six-year-old-him crying at the gates of his kindergarten, carrying a bag as big as his little body, his fist poised at his face to rub away the salty tears. There was one of him staring straight at the camera, his fingers grazing the keys of his father’s old piano. There were countless photos – one of him at his high school graduation, arms looped around Younghyun’s shoulders; one of him posing in front of the Seoul Arts Centre after watching the orchestra (he wouldn’t shut up about it for months); another of him and his family in Jeju; a photo of Wonpil in front of his shop on his first day as a florist, a snapshot of the band…

Speaking of the band…

“Wonpil!” Sungjin’s voice filtered through the garden as Dowoon began counting down with his drums. “Are you ready to have some fun tonight?”

The birthday boy couldn’t stop the laughter that rose to his throat. He laughed, but not before choking up in tears. Everywhere around him, he was surrounded by the precious memories of his life, as the band started playing a rock version of Happy Birthday. There were photos of him in his uni days, with that god-awful buzzcut. There were photos of him struggling through the initial years of starting up his florist business, where he lost one too many nights of sleep over numbers that refused to add up. But there were also photos of him by the beach, splashing water at his friends; his bandmates; his brothers. There were photos of them performing – whether it be in karaoke rooms or in front of an audience. 

The last photo was not one he recognised. Poised at the end of the walkway, was a two-picture collage. On the left, was a cropped photo of him standing around the birthday boy of the day, Younghyun, along with the rest of his classmates. It took awhile, but Wonpil remembered where it was from – Younghyun’s mother had brought in a strawberry cake to share with the class, and Wonpil had wanted to eat it so badly. He was so sad that he couldn’t stand in front of the cake for the picture that he burst into tears. 

On the right, was a much more recent picture. He didn’t remember posing for this one. It was a picture taken from Younghyun’s bakery, of his florist shop front. He was holding the strawberry cake that he took from you with one hand. With the other, he was gesturing at the bouquets on offer, helping a customer. In the photo, his eyes sparkled, and his smile was dazzling.

He wondered, did he always look like that?

Somehow, he knew to turn around. You were watching from a distance, trailing behind him. Your arms were crossed against your chest, a sheepish smile adorning your features. “Sorry, I swear I wasn’t stalking you, you just looked so happy that day.”

What can he say? Beauty really was in the eye of the beholder. “No, it’s fine.” He paused to sniffle, cheeks wet with tears. “You captured me perfectly.” 

//

After all of you devoured round after round of barbecued meat, the band settled into their positions and began to play. You watched on as their sole audience, clapping and whooping and singing along to every word, surprising not only the band but also yourself with your impressive memory. You sang your hearts out, you drank, you ate Wonpil’s favourite strawberry cake, and became well-acquainted to the band whose lyrics spoke straight to your heart.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night.

“Y/N?” He punctuated his words with a bright chord, probably a C major, if your ears served you right.

It was a little past midnight. Sungjin and Younghyun were doing the dishes in the kitchen. Dowoon had passed out on the couch half an hour ago after downing one too many shots of Kaoliang. That left just you, and Wonpil, out in the backyard, sitting under the stars.

You were a little buzzed, the level of tipsy that made you feel like you were floating on clouds. Wonpil, however, was a little more than tipsy, judging from the way his body vibrated at his burst of giggles.

“Yes, Wonpil?” You replied just to amuse him, watching him intently from your seat not too far away from his keyboard.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Another round of giggles ensued.

“What, the photos?” You decided to tease him a little. In all your years of knowing Kim Wonpil, you’d never seen him like this. “How do you know it wasn’t Younghyun or the others?”

He blew a raspberry with his lips. “Nonsense.” He shook his head so violently that you feared he’d fall off the edge of his seat. “All these years, they’d never do something so…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Romantic, for me.”

You blushed. Admittedly, when you brought up the idea to Younghyun, he’d given you one of his signature knowing looks, and asked further about your motives. You had to endure several rounds of intense questioning before he’d agreed to hand over his personal collection of Wonpil photos for you to look over and print out for decorations.

You had to admit, though, you had no idea how much your lives crossed until then. It was almost like you were two parallel lines – extremely close to each other, but never touching. Looking through all of the photos, it wasn’t hard for you to find yourself in the background, especially in those earlier years. Whether it was a shop that you used to frequent, or a park near your school, the backdrops of his photos were so familiar. As you flipped through the photo albums and watched Kim Wonpil grow older through the years, you felt something stirring within you. His smile, his tears, his expressions – they felt familiar to you. 

Wonpil paid your silence no mind. “You were my first customer, you know.”

“What?” Your eyes met his at this sudden revelation.

“2011, December 15. The day you left this place.”

You gasped audibly. You remembered, then. Your memories of that day came flooding back in a rush. It had been so difficult to convince your parents to let you go, and whilst your dad insisted on driving you to the train station, you couldn’t bear to look at their sorrowful faces as you left behind your old life.

Younghyun took you instead. He showed up at your doorstep characteristically late, which led to one too many punches and swear words being thrown around. Once you piled your suitcases into the back of his car, you swung the passenger door open, only to find a massive bouquet occupying the seat. 

“Younghyun? What is this?” You looked at him from across the driveway, shooting him a nasty glare. “Dude, I don’t like you like that! We’ve talked about this!”

Younghyun shoved a middle finger as he slammed the boot shut. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. Those aren’t from me.”

“What…? Then who are they from?”

Younghyun shrugged. “Secret admirer. I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

“Yah! Kang Younghyun!”

“Wonpil…” The present you felt your eyes fill up with tears. “I never knew…”

The man laughed bitterly, looking down at his hands, unable to meet your eyes. “Perhaps it was for the best. I left a note to wish you good luck, but I never signed it. I was just…” He stared up into the dark night sky. All of a sudden, he could feel himself sobering up. “I was happy to watch you from afar.”

“Wonpil, I had no idea… If I did, I…”

“You what?” He looked at you, then. Eyes dark, filled with emotions you couldn’t name. Emotions too intense for you to put a finger on. “Y/N, like I said, it’s alright. If anything, it’s my fault for being a coward.”

You held his gaze, too lost in this moment; in him, to look away. You thought through your words very carefully, knowing that a single misstep would be less than desirable for all parties involved. “Well, how about now? Is thirty-one year old Wonpil brave enough?”

Wordlessly, Wonpil stood up and walked over to you. His hands met yours, beckoning you to rise, and he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame. You melted into his embrace, sighing in satisfaction at the warmth and comfort a simple hug from him granted you. Closing your eyes, you placed your ears against his chest, feeling and hearing the vibrations of his heartbeat. No doubt, it matched yours.

In the past week alone, Wonpil was a whole different person to you. Once your kindergarten classmate who loved to cry at any small inconvenience, to the vocalist and keyboardist of your favourite band, and now to the owner of the florist that you stopped by every week to pick up fresh flowers for your home. And yet, it was in the little moments you spent flicking through his photo albums that gave you a deeper understanding of Kim Wonpil. Not only did you find fragments of him in his past, but you also caught glimpses of what your life could look like with him in your future. The thought of being with Wonpil both excited and scared you. Could this be the comfort and familiarity you were looking for – a home, with Wonpil?

“Excuse me,” Younghyun cleared his throat. 

The two of you sprung apart in an instant. Your hands flew to cover your face and Wonpil shoved his deep into his pockets.

“If you’re both done being teenage lovebirds, can you please keep the chairs away? Oh, and don’t even think about sharing a bed. I’ll be watching you.” Younghyun stuck his two fingers towards his eyes, and then towards the two of you, for dramatic effect. “Both of you.”

“Shut up, Kang Younghyun!” The two of you groaned in unison.

[epilogue.]

“So, what do wisterias represent?” You asked Wonpil, fingers toying with his as you sat across from him in Younghyun’s bakery. It was his lunch break.

“Hmm, it depends on the colour. Purple is associated with romance, love and good luck. White symbolises new beginnings.”

“So, new love?” You mused.

“Actually, new love is probably better represented by purple lilacs – a budding romance. Why, is this a trick question?” Wonpil asked.

“Nope, just curious.”

“Guys, you know I exist, right?” Younghyun groans exasperatedly from behind the counter. “Can’t believe this is what I get for playing matchmaker…”

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piece by piece: when younghyun gives you his pieces, and you give him yourses. | fluff, tiny bit suggestive. squint and you'll see it, established relationship au.

[abyssbeast347]

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[soonhoonbaby]

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[completelyjae]

YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL — 肖德俊

࣪ ˖ 𝜗𝜚 pairing: Ex!Xiaojun x reader

ʚ summary: Ex!Xiaojun was mindlessly scrolling through his computer’s file, until he stumbled upon videos and pictures of you two before the breakup, making him reminisce all of your moments together.

genre: pure angst ! (tearing up while reading is appreciated) oneshot, non-idol!au ▸ warnings: mentions of insomnia w/c: 906 words

inspired by ‘You Were Beautiful’ – Day6 and its music video ;) listening to the song while reading will make the experience 200% better!

The light coming from the computer illuminated Xiaojun’s features, casting shadows behind him and making his figure look more sculpted, somehow.

It was late in the night — specifically 2 a.m. sharp, as his clock ticked loudly in the silence — when he decided to go through all the files on his computer, insomnia getting the best of him. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he scrolled, trying to search something that was worth deleting.

It was then when a particular file came to his attention, which was saved as the date of your birthday two years prior, followed by an ‘.mp4’. His breath hitched.

With slightly widened eyes, he opened the video, and almost immediately a sense of nostalgia — or melancholy, maybe — hit him upon seeing your face, softly lit by the candles placed neatly on the cake in front of you. A bold ‘happy birthday!’ icing adorned the cake, but it wasn’t it what attracted his attention. It was you.

The both of you were in your living room, the one he spent countless days and nights in. It was bare of any decoration, despite the occasion.

Xiaojun tried to hear the conversation that played in the footage, but the sound was muffled by his shuffling with the camera. All he could make out was him singing to you, followed by a ‘Make a wish, pretty.’, how he used to call you when you two were still together.

As the video went on, the noises began to soften, the sounds almost audible,

‘What did you wish for?’ He asked. Your eyes darted around, trying to avoid his gaze before settling on an answer.

‘Can’t say.’ You replied with a soft smile. ‘It won’t come true if I do.’

The memory flooded his mind, as if it was tattooed on his mind.

The footage shut off, but his mind was too far in his memories to care.

‘C’mon, you don’t really belive that, do you?’ He had asked upon hearing your reply. A chuckle escaped from both of your lips.

After a moment of reluctance, you decided to speak up, ‘I wished for us to be together. Forever.’

He was startled by your reply, but couldn’t hide the grin forming on his face. He went up to you and engulfed you in a tight embrace, one that said everything Xiaojun couldn’t: ‘I’ll always be here for you’. No words were spoken after that. It was just you, and a comfortable silence lingering in the air.

Xiaojun started to wonder. What if you didn’t tell him what you wished for? Maybe, you’d still be together, watching these videos together and reminiscing about the past, excited to experience countless moments like this in the future.

He closed the tab and opened another one, an image this time. It didn’t have a particular name, just the generic ones given automatically when transferring the photos.

It was you, again. He wasn’t sure when the photo was taken, but what he was sure about was how beautiful you were.

Rays of sunlight hit your face softly, making you squint your eyes. Your cheeks were rosy and your lips curled in a small smile, not noticing the photo being taken. Your hair was slightly disheveled because of the wind, but still, you looked angelic. A cone of your favourite ice cream was in your hand, trying to keep it far from your rebellious hair.

Xiaojun wishes he’d taken a video of the moment, maybe from trying to cling onto the only things tied to you.

As he clicked on the next photo, named ‘The love of my life’, he felt tears pricking his eyes. He softly bit his lips, trying not to wake the others up, as he scanned the picture.

It was a picture — perhaps the only one — of you two. The angle made it hard to clearly make out the subjects, as his face was partially cut from trying to take a selfie when he couldn’t see what he was portraying. You were lying on his chest fast asleep, your cheek pressed against his body, making your lips part slightly. Your arms were both around his torso, so tightly as to assure he couldn’t leave.

There was a faint light coming from the other side of the room — probably one of the many film you slept throughout — making your skin glow under such dim lighting.

‘It’s okay,’ he whispered to himself, though his voice cracked. ‘We weren’t meant to be. And if fate allows, we’ll meet again.’

He closed the image, then the computer. The room seemed colder and emptier without the soft hum of the screen. He turned to his bed, now unwelcoming in your absence.

All he wanted was to feel your arms around him again, to hear your soft snores as you slept peacefully beside him.

All he wanted was you.

But as he laid down, staring at the ceiling, a single thought haunted him: would he ever feel that kind of love again? The love he had shared with you, the love you had given him so freely. It felt impossible. Not without you.

And so, he closed his eyes, hoping that in his dreams, he might find you once more.

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🌱requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend

🌱requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam

🌱requested; Giving BTS flower crowns

🌱requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info

BTS HEADCANONS

🌱requested; BTS helping S/O with finals

🌱requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess

🌱request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush

🌱request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams

🌱request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets

🌱requested: BTS as your brother

BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Hoseok/JHope

🌱Yoongi/Suga

🌱Namjoon/RM

🌱Jimin

🌱Jungkook

One Shots;

🌱Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook

🌱Time Off; Jung Hoseok

🌱Introvert | Jeon Jungkook

Fics;

🌱Boring | Min Yoongi Chapters; TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

NCT: *in the process of finding new picture*

NCT headcanons;

🌱a soft day with nct part one (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)

🌱nct as boyfriends (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)

🌱christmas with nct (johnny through ten)

🌱requested; how nct would confess to their crush (johnny through jungwoo)

NCT reactions:

🌱nct u reaction to meeting your parents

🌱requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (johnny through mark)

🌱requested: NCT reaction to you asking to move in together

nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: 🌱yuta

🌱jaehyun 🌱mark

🌱taeyong 🌱johnny

🌱requested;NCT 127 commenting on GFs IG post

Individual member posts;

🌱dating jaehyun

🌱requested; dating mark

🌱requested; dating haechan

🌱requested; dating johnny

🌱dating lucas

🌱dating taeyong

🌱dating yuta

🌱requested; soft dom! winwin

🌱haechan request; idol reader

NCT MLTs;

🌱requested; NCT 127 MLT break up with current GF for their crush

🌱requested; NCT 127 give their ex a second chance

One Shots;

🌱making time;mark lee

🌱tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

🌱'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

🌱requested; Taeyong fic

🌱requested; Taeyong fic 2

🌱requested;NCT 127 group one shot

🌱deadline;Mark Lee

🌱 Beautiful | Nakamoto Yuta

SEVENTEEN:

SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱The8/Minghao

🌱Hoshi/Soonyoung

🌱Jeonghan

🌱S.Coups/Seungcheol

🌱Wonwoo

🌱Mingyu

SEVENTEEN ONESHOTS

🌱Romance Novels | Choi Seungcheol

EXO:

EXO headcanons;

🌱Oh Sehun as a boyfriend

🌱Baekhyun as a boyfriend

🌱a soft day with EXO (hyung line)

🌱a soft day with EXO (maknae line)

One Shots;

🌱insecure; Kai

🌱baekhyun request

🌱requested;baekhyun missing his ex

ENHYPEN:

Fanfics;

🌱Too Late; Yang Jungwon

🌱 Irresponsible | Lee Heeseung

🌱Lecture Notes | Jake Sim

MONSTA X:

MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Changkyun/I.M

SOLOISTS

Kim Jaejoong:

🌱Thank You For Waiting

Midnight Thoughts

*basically random posts where I share my thoughts about kpop and other things I find interesting.

September 2024

*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*

DAY6:

Day6 headcanons;

day6 as boyfriends

One Shots;

'I Love You'-Jae Version

'I Love You'- Young K

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

GOT7

GOT7 as boyfriends

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TWICE:

TWICE one shots

Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon

BLACKPINK:

BlackPink headcanons;

Jennie As Your Best Friend

*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;

Root Beer Float

[wolfgang-woof-woof]

hello! welcome to my sideblog :]

my name is arson, i’ve been a stay for a very, very long time, and a fanfic writer for even longer. there’s still somehow a severe lack of skz x male reader content on here so i’ve decided to throw my gay little hat into the ring.

more in depth info about me and what i will and won’t write is under the cut but tl;dr, i only write stray kids x male/masc and gender neutral reader, cis, trans, nonbinary, whatever, sfw and nsfw, so minors dni. i am a gay trans man myself, i use he/they pronouns, and if you can’t tell my bias is chan lmao.

requests are currently open! make sure you read the specifics of what i will and won’t write before you do!

what i will write:

trans man/transmasc reader (i am most comfortable with this! i like to write what i know lmao)

cis male reader

gender neutral reader

cis, trans man/transmasc and nonbinary skz

please include reader pronouns and pronouns for your non-cis skz member of choice in your request!!!

top or bottom reader and skz

dom, sub and/or switch reader or skz (i am especially partial to and good at writing sub top chan btw)

i love writing college/university aus lmao

monogamy, polyamory and threesomes/foursomes/group sex/etc.

most kinks other than the ones mentioned in the list of things i won’t write

fluff, relatively light angst, smut, hurt/comfort, non-sexual kink, platonic relationships, and any combinations of those that you’d like

oneshots, those headcanon list things, brainworm sharing if you have any you want to share

what i won’t write:

fem reader and fem skz

age play, age regression (i have no problem with agere, i am just not good at writing it lmao), scat, watersports, vomit, rape (cnc is fine), incest, death, heavy angst, high school aus, teenagers in general, i’m a grown man

about me yay!

23 (2002)

gay trans man, i’ve been on T for almost five years and out for almost ten which is crazy

australian

in university and a drama major

i’ve been a stay since hellevator came out back in 2017

my other favourite groups are shinee, seventeen, xlov, nct, day6, exo, the loona girls, twice, ateez, txt, vixx, and the boyz. i’ve also been getting into zb1 and onlyoneof lately!

my other fandoms include dan and phil, genshin, star rail, danganronpa, undertale/deltarune, fnaf (begrudgingly), chainsaw man, nyan~ neko sugar girls, mcr, fall out boy, sonic, and bugsnax

i’ve been in online fandom since 2012 and have been writing fanfiction since i was like seven lmao. i’ve been on tumblr since 2014 and ao3 since 2015, and used to post on ff dot net and tiny independent archives that don’t exist anymore.

[achaotichuman]

Tamlin Week 2024 Masterlist

This is the list of my oneshots for Tamlin Week 2024 with links to both the Tumblr post and Ao3 work for them.

I do not consent to any of my works being copied or reposted anywhere.

Day1- Kidnapped By The Faery Queen

Link for Tumblr post and the Link for Ao3 work

A character reversal AU, where Tamlin is mortal and in Feyre's position. And Feyre is the High Lady of Spring who needs a human to break her curse.

Day2- The Ghost Of The One That Got Away

Link for Tumblr post and the Link for Ao3 work

Rhysand walks in on Tamlin practicing for a performance. What happened after... well who was to blame him for falling in love on the spot?

Day3- Hedonism

Link for Tumblr post and the Link for Ao3 work

Tamlin has never been good with words. Much less relationships, of any kind at all.

He doesn't know how to fix this; he doesn't know if there's any possibility of this being fixed.

But he has to try, for the man that is everything he's ever needed. He will try.

Day4- Mama's Boy

Link for Tumblr post and the Link for Ao3 work

On the evening of Calanmai, Tamlin remembers the first time he ever performed the ritual.

Day5- Marry Me

Link to Tumblr post and the Link to Ao3 work

Tamlin has been wanting to marry Lucien for two years. Now he finally decides to propose.

Hopefully everything goes smoothly.

Day6- How Easy It Is To Worship You

Link to Tumblr post and the Link to Ao3 work

Tamlin has a nightmare, reimagining his past and his mistakes. Lucien comforts him, and helps him through his negative spiral.

[sxfterhearts]

pancakes, not parties

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ uni au!wonpil x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff <3

♡ word count: 1,415 words

♡ author’s note: for the may challenge :) i know not a lot of people read/write day6 but it brings me immense joy, so here!

//

if there's one thing you're sure of, it's that you can never look at baby blue button ups quite the same ever again.

nothing can convince you that this particular article of clothing would belong anywhere other than on the lithe frame of kim wonpil.

he's leaning against the wall opposite the kitchen, beer in one hand, while the other is stuffed into his jeans pocket, bobbing his head along to whatever dowoon appears to be talking animatedly about. you're too far away to hear a single word, but it seems like he must've said something funny, because the next thing you know, you're being assaulted by the single most brightest smile in the entire universe.

oh, you were down bad.

you've spoken to wonpil before on multiple occasions, so you had the slightest inkling that perhaps what dowoon said wasn't even that funny - it's just that wonpil is so easily amused; so easily reduced to a fit of giggles.

"hey, you've got a bit of drool there." your friend and partner-in-crime, sungjin, reminds you, saving you the last shreds of your dignity.

you don't waste the opportunity to elbow him in the ribs. "quit it, park."

he rolls his eyes. "i don't get it. if you're that into him, why don't you just go up to him and talk to him like a normal person?"

"yeah but," you rack your brains for a believable excuse. honestly, sometimes you hated how sunjin could see right through you. "i don't know - he's him, i'm me. i'm shy."

"didn't you say the two of you were partners in a group assignment?"

you nod, but then switch to verbally affirming his statement, given that the two of you are standing in a corner of a frat party with deafening music and poor strobe lighting. "we haven't even met up to discuss anything yet though."

"seriously, y/n, this is the perfect opportunity. don't waste it." he pats you on the shoulder before walking over to the kitchen to refill his drink.

you sigh, mostly to yourself. sungjin was right - why were you such a coward in the face of love? it might have something to do with the fact that you may or may not have been enamoured with kim wonpil since you first laid eyes on him three years ago in the lecture hall. but by some magical stroke of luck, the universe had brought you together in the form of a soul-crushing group assignment worth 50% of your grade.

perhaps it was time to seize the day, as they say.

"oops - i'm so sorry!" a girl bumps into your shoulders, spilling half of her drink on the floor next to you. thankfully, your shoes and clothes were spared, but the two of you simultaneously gasped in shock.

"hey!" the dj calls from the makeshift stage. "no glass breaking in this household! you break it, you pay!"

"it's totally fine, don't worry about it." you brush her off. the attention from the dj made you flush a bit, but considering how you were largely unscathed, you try not to pay too much attention to the little mishap.

it seems like someone was, though.

"hey, isn't that the girl from your class?" dowoon asks, eyebrows piqued in curiosity.

"yeah," wonpil replies, somewhat dreamily. he watches from afar as you flash the other girl a forgiving smile and go back to people-watching. to him, you stuck out like a sore thumb, but not in a bad way. no, not at all.

he's been watching you, since the beginning of your classes together. he knows all your little quirks, like how you tilt your notebook to 45 degrees and insist on using blue pens at all times, or the way you chew on your pen lid and tap your feet against the ground before raising your hand to contribute in class. he memorises your features, the way you scrunch up your eyebrows when you don't quite follow what the tutor is saying, or how your nose scrunches at the vaguest scent of coffee. he also knows, that when you're short on time on thursdays and have to run across the campus to your next class, that you pull up your delivery app and order a jjajangmyeon, with a sunny-side up egg, and no peas. he knows.

"she's cute, huh."

wonpil sucks in a breath. "dowoon, watch it."

"what? she's a free woman!"

wonpil's ears heat up as his heart twists in jealousy. "she's not." he insists with gritted teeth.

dowoon eyes his hyung. in the dim light, he could make out the determined look on his face, and the refusal to make eye contact is a dead giveaway that he's discovered a secret. "ah, i get it."

"what? what is there to get? there's nothing to get. you don't know anything."

"woah, woah." dowoon backs off with a surrender motion of his hands. "calm down, hyung. all i'm saying is, if you don't make the move, someone else will."

you go about scanning the crowd, unaware of any conversations revolving you. the dj is, for the lack of better word, awful today, and you can't believe that the dance floor is actually occupied with moving bodies. you clock sungjin in the kitchen, chatting up some girl you've never seen before. well, at least one of us is getting some tonight, you thought to yourself.

just as your gaze drifts back to its usual resting place, you find yourself frozen.

the pair of eyes you've been trying to avoid all night, is staring right back at you.

you gasp, and feel your heart threaten to leap right out of your chest.

wonpil waves, and flashes you a smile that lights up your entire night.

you return the wave, smiling back nervously.

the strobe lights fall on his face, painting him an uncanny shade of green and red. he's laughing now - at what, you're not sure, but you find yourself mirroring his actions, and taking a small sip of liquid courage.

oh shit -

he's walking towards you.

he's taking such huge strides, too. were his legs always this long? his hair is styled so nicely today. does he really have to run his fingers through it like that? what is he - ?

"hey." he says breathlessly.

"hey." you reply, equally as winded. your mind briefly short-circuits at the knowledge that he's standing right before you. you've spoken to him several times in the past, to be fair, but never in a non-academic setting, and certainly never in a social setting with alcohol involved and very loud (shitty) music.

"so," he begins, placing his two hands deep into his pockets and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet. "are you hungry?"

you laugh. and like, full-on, high-pitched, borderline unhinged laughter. "what?"

"this party is boring, and honestly," he shrugs his shoulders, eyes peering down at you. "i'm kinda hungry." he smiles at your reaction, enamoured by every single thing that you do. he leans in closer, with the intention of making his every word heard crystal clear to you, and your senses are instantly invaded with the fresh scent of his aftershave. mint, and clean. you feel weak at the knees. "besides, i'd much rather have pancakes with you."

you gulped. "sure." you squeaked.

and that's how, at 12:31 am, you found yourself sitting next to wonpil at a booth in ihop, sharing a plate of warm pancakes. he insisted on bananas, and you could never go without strawberries, so it was a no-brainer, and ordering took next to no time. which was perfect, because once the pancakes arrived, you had already exchanged one too many shy smiles and nervous giggles.

and you were proud of yourself. you didn't even flinch in shock or melt in pure bliss as he reached across the sticky table and placed his warm, large hands on yours, thumb stroking your skin with tenderness that made you want to combust into a thousand little pieces.

nor did you bat an eyelid when he carved out a bite-sized piece of pancake, topped with the perfect cream-to-syrup ratio (aka. drenched with syrup, and a smidge of cream) and a slice of strawberry, and proceeded to fed it to you.

oh, and let's not mention the part where his eyes followed your cream-stained lips, entranced as your tongue peeks out to lick off the excess.

let's just say, that was the start, and well, the rest is history.

[tzuberry]

zerobaseone masterlist ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎⊹

OT9 our season – zb1

nothing yet...

HYUNG LINE savior – the boyz

nothing yet...

MAKNAE LINE round and around – jo yuri

as tropes / cliches fluff, slight angst, bulletpoint and written

cute things they do as your boyfriend fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

after classes fluff, established relationship + f2l, written

김지웅 KIM JIWOONG she lives in paris – gemini

nothing yet...

장하오 ZHANG HAO what 2 do – dean

nothing yet...

성한빈 SUNG HANBIN always – zhang hao

nothing yet...

석매튜 SEOK MATTHEW all i wanna do – jay park

nothing yet...

김태래 KIM TAERAE you were beautiful – day6

nothing yet...

리키 RICKY myo – colde

nothing yet...

김규빈 KIM GYUVIN blue orangeade – txt

august angst, summer/beachside au, oneshot

박건욱 PARK GUNWOOK coffee – bts

me, you, and the red bracelet red string of fate, oneshot, strangers 2 ???

한유진 HAN YUJIN wishlist – txt

nothing yet...

[evenyvn]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 — genderfluid/bigender | she/he/they | 18↑ | ID/EN OK!

　　　　it's a pleasure to meet you dear travelers, the name's evening or even for short, i write occasionally but mostly enjoy reading, this is a reader/self-insert blog (not my main). and very self-indulgent! lowercase intended occasionally and please, enjoy your stay..

　♡ DAY6, ATEEZ, P1HARMONY, 82MAJOR ♡

　　　 　 rules　　　　 　　　　masterlist

recommended :

✦ series! ;;

replay — seonghwa x gn!reader smau ft. p1harmony

all you - idol! san x single mom! reader (short series)

✦ oneshot! ;;

opposite in harmony — idol!reader x idol!wooyoung

is that me? — streamer!yunho x fem!reader

credits ;; — dividers

　　✦ likes, and reblogs are very appreciated ✦

[gyuarchives]

hi, gyuarchives here.

hey! this is gyuarchives rebooted. i started an entirely new account so this will be my primary blog rather than a secondary one. ill be writing more alot now (hopefully ill keep my own promise) so do come and join me :)

↳ about me <3 

yoon, 22, she/her. 

writer for txt; more groups to come :)

ambiverted. 

↳ about blog <3

mainly txt (for now?)

short drabbles, oneshots, smaus focused for now. 

no nsfw works, reposts might include but will tag! 

would love to make mutuals and friends here! <3 

like how i write and you have an idea? let me know, i’ll be happy to make it come true. :) 

↳ mains <3 

txt (yeonjun, tyun, beomgyu)

svt (bss, vernon, mingyu)

p1harmony (keeho)

day6 (dowoon, youngk)

↳ works navigation <3

[ to be continued ..... ] 

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 14 | THE SAME HEART

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x reader

GENRE: exes to lovers, some angst, college au, happy ending (sort of), ambiguous ending

WC: 1.12k

CW: brief hyunlix at the beginning, there's drinking bc party, reader gets called sweetheart

PROMPT: "i can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you"

we are slowly catching uppp! huge thank you to mars for literally saving my ass on this one because i was stuck on this oneshot for days. i used like 2% of your idea but still you kickstarted my motivation haha. i hope you enjoy <3

title from not mine - day6

general masterlist here

<< previous | mctc masterlist | next >>

You let Jisung silently pour more of whatever he was drinking - you weren’t really sure - into your cup. He had his own recipe for mixing drinks that he refused to tell anyone. You didn’t really care anyway, because it tasted good and got you into the right mood without making you feel too drunk too soon. Besides, your mind was occupied by something else, or rather, someone else. From your spot, where you were leaning on the wall next to the door to the kitchen, you had a clear view of Hwang Hyunjin chatting up a cute freckled blonde. You recalled that his name was Felix, and he was in a few of Jisung's classes. And like any other person on campus, not even he was able to resist Hyunjin's spell. You watched Felix blush and hide his face behind his hands. Hyunjin pryed them away with a familiar glint in his eyes. You smirked at how easily Felix fell for Hyunjin's magic, but a part of you felt pity for the boy. After all, you were once in a very similar place to where he is now.

When you and Hyunjin began to date, it was the event of the year. Hyunjin, desired by so many, somehow ended up falling for you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t in love from the moment you spoke to him for the first time, so to find out your feelings were returned was nothing short of ecstatic. Dating Hyunjin felt like a dream come true. He was attentive and affectionate, but he gave you your space. He was the perfect textbook boyfriend, until he wasn't. He began staying in the library until it closed. He began spending more and more time on homework, and your weekly “small dates," where you would just be together, go to a coffee shop, or watch a movie, turned into a monthly occasion. Classes and school corridors were where you met 90% of the time now. And you understood; of course you did. Hyunjin was having a rough time with his classes, and you did your best to support him, but it wasn't enough. No matter how both of you tried, it wasn't enough to sustain a healthy and functional relationship.

You agreed to remain friends, though that was not the reality. Soon after the breakup, Hyunjin distanced himself. You gave him his space, thinking he needed to get over the whole thing. You needed it too, after all. Nonetheless, months passed and nothing changed. Until Hyunjin began his series of hookups. Every party, every event, every social gathering with you present, he found someone new. Someone to take home and never talk to again.

At first, it hurt. Your feelings for Hyunjin never changed, no matter how many times you tried telling yourself it was for the best. You and Hyunjin simply didn't work out; that was how life worked. In a few attempts to forget, you brought home people too, but they could never replace him. So you just stopped trying. Soon, the anger and sadness turned into apathy. You pushed your feelings to the deepest pit of your heart, locking them there. You would get over him eventually, and until then, the feelings would stay there, hidden from everyone.

You averted your eyes from Hyunjin and Felix, who were now making out on the couch, and focused your attention back on Jisung instead, who was waving at you to tell you your drink was ready.

To your pleasure, you didn't run into Hyuniin for most of the night. When you went outside to get some fresh air, though, you soon found yourself in the company of one tall, raven-haired dancer. You looked at Hyunjin through the corner of your eye, begging your brain to not do anything stupid. You hadn't had that much to drink, but you were always kind of lightweight, so the outcome of this situation was up to fate.

“So you're into blondes now?” you asked, doing your best to keep a friendly, teasing tone in an effort to not make it awkward. And speaking to Hyunjin with the same attitude you used to have back when you were together made it easier for you. It allowed you to pretend that, just for a moment, things were normal between you two again.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “I've always liked blondes. And he's cute,” he shrugged. His eyes found you and scanned your whole figure. “Can't compare to you, though, sweetheart. None of them could.” Hyunjin kept his eyes on you, looking like a dumb schoolboy with a crush. It was kind of adorable, the way his eyes sparkled with something unknown only you made him feel.

And while Hyunjin didn't seem to realize what he said yet, you were completely taken aback. “You don't mean that,” you said, in a pathetic attempt to keep your feelings safely locked away. Maybe if you convinced him, you would also convince your already raging heart.

He looked at you properly, eye-to-eye. His gaze darkened and lost all its sparkles. His hair was falling out of the complicated hairstyle and into his face, making him look straight out of a drama. The darkness around you, paired with the dim lights from the party, created shadows in all the right places on his face, accentuating his beauty even more than usual.

Hyunjin shook his head. “All of them, I just wanted to forget. Because I still… Fuck.” Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair. “I'm drunk, but I need to tell you because I can't keep pretending. I can't keep bringing them home when all I can think about is you.”

You stood there, silent. You knew he meant every word, even if he was drunk. Hyunjin was an honest person, and no amount of alcohol changed that. You were on edge. Your feelings were returned, and it took all your willpower to not jump at him and kiss him. But you were here before. You tried and you failed, and you knew you couldn’t go through that a second time.

As your heart and brain were fighting over the decision, you found yourself saying: “Yeah, me too.” You sighed, looking away from Hyunjin before you could do something reckless. But life was about risks, so maybe now was the time to throw caution in the wind.

Leaning closer to Hyunjin, you asked: “Can I kiss you?” And when he nodded, you surged forward, not caring about anything else. You will see what the future brings. Good or bad, you'll deal with it all somehow. For now, you will just enjoy the feeling of Hyunjin being yours again.

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