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fairyniceyeah · 7 months ago

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🌹🤍 I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way (Part 2/2)

Title from You're beautiful (The Rose)

Part 1: I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way I

Summary: Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure.

CW: emeto, hospitals, injuries, IVs

Whumpee: Woosung/Sammy Caretakers: Dojoon/Leo + Hajoon/Dylan + Jaehyeong/Jeff

Jaehyeong couldn’t take the pain in Woosung’s eyes anymore. The leader’s face was pinched, whole complexion washed out. They all pretended not to hear the pain-filled exhales whenever Woosung accidentally brushed his foot against Dojoon or moved any way. The shivering hadn’t stopped and he knew it was not only the cold but also shock that had Woosung so out of sorts. Holding his hand, Jaehyeong had felt the rapid heartbeat and the clammy, cold skin. The leader kept rejecting any offers of drinks, admitting to still feeling nauseous.

“That’s it”, Jaehyeong said after another painfilled breath, letting go of Woosung’s hand and getting up, “I’ll go see if I find somebody who can give him some pain medication.”

The others looked up at him. Hajoon nodded, looking relieved. Jaehyeong knew that while he was hiding his anxiety well enough, Hajoon was deeply worried. Inside his sometimes scary resting face and broad built there was an incredibly soft person. Dojoon reached out to rest a hand on Jaehyeong’s arm.

“Be safe.”

Woosung kept quiet, his face buried against Hajoon’s stomach.

Outside of the room, Jaehyeong made his way to the entrance area. The ER was full to the brim and his heart sank. Surely this meant a lot of waiting for them. He approached the line to the front desk and prayed they would soon move forward. Despite his hopes it took nearly twenty minutes until he was able to speak to the stressed nurse.

“I wanted to ask for my friend, you know the guy with the injured ankle”, Jaehyeong said and gestured into the direction of where the room was. “I know there is a lot going on here but is it possible for him to at least receive pain medication?”

“I’m very sorry, I really am. But no doctor’s are available and we can’t just give him meds.”

Jaehyeong sighed, having feared that. “Can we at least have a blanket? He is shivering. He might be experiencing shock.”

The nurse nodded. “That is possible. Hold on, we have blankets in the back.” She disappeared into the room behind her and came back with one of the typical, thin hospital blankets. It would have to be enough.

“Thank you”, he said gratefully.

“If you want to, follow that hallway and you will find the cafeteria. You could buy him some warm tea if you want. Remember to keep his feet elevated.”

“Yes, thank you.”

He hurried down the way she had pointed and indeed there was a small bistro. He stepped up and ordered three coffees and a green tea. The three of them would need all the energy they could get and maybe tea was a bit more desirable than the overly sweet sprite to Woosung’s queasy stomach. He received a tray and quickly made his way back, carefully balancing everything.

Pushing open the door to the waiting room was a bit difficult but he managed. Jaehyeong placed the tray on the small shelf, hoping it would not tip over, and handed Hajoon the blanket. The older spread it over Woosung’s body with Dojoon’s help.

“Thank you”, Woosung whispered.

“Don’t worry about it”, Jaehyeong said, “I brought some tea. You can try some if you like, when it’s drinking temperature.” Woosung shrugged.

After passing around the cups to the others and grabbing his own, Jaehyeong sank down into his original position on the chair. This time, instead of holding Woosung’s hand, he sneaked his hand under the blanket and rested his hand against Woosung’s stomach, hoping the warmth would help the nausea.

He knew it stemmed from pain, shock and anxiety not sickness but maybe it would bring comfort anyhow.

“Ah-hah!”, Dojoon exclaimed, holding up his phone. He had luckily taken his phone charger with him and had let it charge the past hour so they could watch movies or whatever when it was full. His screen that he turned to show them now displayed sixty-two percent, enough to not die while watching something.

“What are we watching?”, Hajoon asked.

“What about Idol Radio?”, Dojoon suggested, “then anybody who can’t see the screen can still listen. Here you go.” He handed the phone over to Jaehyeong who tried to position himself in a way that they all could see.

“Oh, it’s ATEEZ”, Hajoon said happily, peering at the screen. Even Woosung had perked up a bit, shifting so he could see the screen. Nothing like a show to distract yourself. “You can turn it to the others”, Dojoon said, absently rubbing Woosung’s leg, “I’m content to just listen.”

🌹

They were nearing the end of the show and Woosung had nearly fallen asleep, when there was a knock on the door and a young doctor entered. Jaehyeong sighed in relief. Finally.

“Good afternoon”, she greeted, very straight-forward, “my name is Kim Ha Rin, I am your doctor today. I heard you injured your foot?”

Woosung blinked, dazed, and nodded, shifting upright to look up at her with Hajoon’s help. Jaehyeong stood up to offer the doctor the chair and moved to stand beside Hajoon.

“How did that happen?”, she asked. Hajoon retold the story while the doctor grabbed some gloves and moved to sit by Woosung’s foot. Dojoon got up carefully and gently placed Woosung’s foot into her waiting hands.

“Alright, that foot does not look good at all, Woosung-ssi”, the doctor said. Jaehyeong internally rolled his eyes. He knew it wasn’t her fault that the ER was swamped and they were bored and annoyed but anybody could have told them that.

“I’m going to feel around and try to move your ankle to see how much range of motion is left. It will help me determine what may be wrong. Tell me to stop if it gets too bad.”

Woosung nodded, face paling, and reached out to take Hajoon’s hand again. The drummer was sitting behind him, holding him tightly. Looking at them, Jaehyeong couldn’t help but feel a bit … superfluous? He didn’t want to crowd Woosung but just standing there felt even worse. As if he sensed his inner struggle, Dojoon wrapped an arm around him.

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Woosung looked at the doctor holding his foot. It hurt, badly. Not even Hajoon’s warm embrace or the feeling of his rough hand in his soothed the pain. He hadn’t known it was possible but the swelling and bruising was even worse than it had been all those hours ago in the training room.

Rationally Woosung knew that the doctor was being careful, he really knew that. But they way she moved it around was excruciating. Seeing the injured limb being moved around and combined with the pain made the previous queasiness turn into full-blown nausea.

“I don’t feel good”, he panted, in what seemed to be a repeat of earlier that day.

“No, Woosung, don’t look”, Hajoon said behind him, gripping his hand tighter “you know better, we don’t need you to faint again.”

Maybe it was morbid fascination, maybe something else, but Woosung couldn’t tear his gaze away from the injury.

“I’m going to be sick”, Woosung whispered, gagging against the hand he managed to place against his mouth just in time. Not caring that he was in the danger zone, Jaehyeong reached across them to grab the forgotten emesis basis and held it under Woosung’s chin.

“It’s okay, hyung”, the maknae comforted, “if you need to throw up, let it happen. You’ll feel better after.”

Woosung gagged again, this time feeling bile rise in his throat. Jaehyeong held the kidney dish with one hand and used the other to brush Woosung’s hair away from his face. “It’s okay”, he repeated.

With a weak retch Woosung leaned forward and opened his lips. The few sips of tea that Dojoon had made him drink came up, bitterly burning against his throat. He gasped for breath, choking a bit. Hajoon patted his back prompting a cough and Woosung gagged up a mouthful of sick before it turned into unpleasant dry-heaving. Nothing else beside the bit of liquid came up though Woosung kept leaning over the kidney dish just in case.

“Deep breath, Sammy”, Dojoon comforted from somewhere behind him.

“Can I take this away?”, the doctor asked sympathetically, gesturing at the cardboard. Apathetically, Woosung nodded. He was so exhausted, his vision swimming slightly. He leaned his head back against Hajoon’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

The doctor addressed them. “Woosung-ssi, I believe you likely tore a ligament in your ankle. However, just to be sure, we need to take an MRI so we can rule out anything else. Are you okay with that?”

Woosung felt like he was going to cry. He just wanted medication and go home and sleep in his bed. For at least twelve hours straight. Waiting any longer sounded like torture.

“Can he at least have pain medication and maybe something for the nausea now?”, Dojoon asked, to the untrained ear probably sounding polite but Woosung could hear the irritation in his voice.

“Yes, of course. I’ll put in a line and he can have fluids, pain medication and an anti-emetic as soon as it’s secure.”

“Thank you”, Jaehyeong said, placing a calming hand on Dojoon’s arm.

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“Okay, let’s see”, the doctor said and sprayed disinfectant on Woosung’s hand, manipulating it to get a view of his veins. “You’re really dehydrated but I think I feel a vein. I can’t see it but it’s there. Alright, small pinch.”

Woosung gripped Dojoon’s hand tightly, panting in pain. He had closed his hand the moment the doctor had arrived with the set. He hated needles and a small needle should not hurt like this. Still, it did. At least it momentarily overruled the pain in his ankle.

“I’m sorry, but the vein seems to be too small”, the doctor apologized. “I will have to try again.”

Hajoon huffed and Woosung understood the sentiment. He was annoyed too, deep down, but mostly he was just tired. He nodded at her.

“Pump your fist, exactly like that”, she advised. Moving his hand from flat to a fist was not nice, the torn skin in his arms pulling.

Yet he knew if she succeeded the pain would finally get better.

“Okay, second try”, the doctor warned. Woosung hissed but then the needle was in. “Let’s see. It’s in but the blood is not flowing. Let me move it around a bit.” Fuck, that hurt.

And for nothing.

“I’m sorry, Woosung-ssi. You’re really dehydrated. That makes my job really hard right now.”

Woosung just nodded, ignoring the tears behind his eyes. “I always had bad veins”, he choked out. Damn, the tears started falling in earnest then. Gently somebody wiped them off with their thumb. Woosung opened his eyes to look at Dojoon, who smiled softly.

“You got this, Sung-ah”, he promised. Woosung did not want to have it. He wanted to be pain free. Pronto. Without a needle or a torn ligament or whatever.

“Let’s try again. And, yes. I got it! I’ll connect the fluids and the medication now. Tell somebody if you feel weird or anything. I’m very sorry, again. See you for the MRI.”

Without further ado the doctor left.

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They had to wait for the MRI for nearly another two hours. Dojoon felt really bad for poor Woosung. He knew the leader had been under a lot of stress and his resources had nearly been used up before today. Now, after hours of pain it wasn’t hard to tell that Woosung was emotionally and physically done for. At least the meds helped.

Dojoon had traded places with Jaehyeong (Hajoon unwilling to give up being the pillow) and if he hadn’t felt his heartbeat pulsing in his wrist and heard his unregular breathing he would have assumed Woosung was deeply asleep. The leader’s head was turned against Hajoon’s stomach again, basically hiding from the world. He seemed painfully young like this.

Occasionally it seemed like Woosung fell asleep but he was never able to rest for long. The IV with the pain medication and the anti-emetic were irritating him, Dojoon could tell from the way he held his hand very stiffly and tried not to move it. The leader really wasn’t good at being sick.

Jaehyeong, meanwhile, was playing on his phone, seeking distraction. Hajoon was still holding onto Woosung, trying to comfort him by rubbing circles on his back. There was a guilty look on his face that Dojoon didn’t like at all.

“What’s up with you?”, Dojoon finally asked when Hajoon kept looking up at the ceiling as if trying not to cry. The second oldest was astonished that Woosung hadn’t cried more than he already head but he couldn’t figure out why Hajoon looked like he might.

“Huh?”, Jaehyeong asked, his gaze never moving from his screen.

“Not you”, Dojoon said, “I was asking Dylan.”

“It’s nothing, Leo”, Hajoon replied, though his voice quivered.

“Yeah, sure”, Dojoon said, his tone slightly mocking. He hoped that teasing would make Hajoon a bit more comfortable than the weird tenseness that was in the air. “Spill, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid”, Hajoon complained, “Jaehyeong is.”

“It’s three months”, Jaehyeong whined.

“You’re kiddo”, Dojoon decided, “Jeff is baby.”

“Hey!” The baby finally looked up from his phone to glare at Dojoon, who grinned at him. Already it felt a bit more light-hearted in the room.

“Well, what are you then?”, Hajoon asked, “what is Sammy?”

“Don’t you dare”, Woosung muttered, apparently not as asleep as they had assumed.

“I’m normal. Sammy is a fossil”, Dojoon announced after a second of thought.

“I hate you, Leo”, Woosung grumbled.

“Yeah, I love you too, old man. But now that we got this out of the way, I want to repeat myself: ‘What’s up with you, Joon-ah?’”, Dojoon asked, his voice turning concerned. “And don’t deflect.”

Woosung turned a bit to look up at Hajoon, his eyes wide and adorable and his hair completely messed up from laying down. Jaehyeong put his phone away, watching with interest.

“It’s …”, Hajoon started and sighed. “I was watching you dance from behind earlier, right? If I had seen that the cable had wrapped itself around hyung’s foot just a second earlier, all of this could have been avoided. I’m very sorry, Woosung-ssi.” He looked back up at the ceiling, blinking away tears.

“This is the stupidest thing I have heard today and I have not forgotten the train jokes”, Dojoon replied, shocked by the revelation but knowing that Hajoon would appreciate a more teasing approach to the conversation instead of raw emotion. Jaehyeong nodded, reaching over to pat Hajoon’s arm. “If we went with this logic, shouldn’t Woosung have not danced today? It’s his fault for moving around, isn’t it? Or maybe, I am to blame too, after all I brought the microphone?”

“What? No!”, Hajoon countered, staring at Dojoon with wide eyes, “that’s not what I was trying to imply at all!”

“We know that”, Jaehyeong comforted, “but Dojoon-hyung is right. It was a stupid accident, nobody was at fault.”

Woosung lifted his hand to tenderly brush away the desperate tears that fell down Hajoon’s face. “Joon-ah, hyung isn’t mad at you”, he said quietly, his voice a bit husky, “things like that happen. It’s probably just a torn ligament, you heard the doctor. Nothing really bad happened and you are not at fault for anything.”

Hajoon nodded jerkily, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, looking adorable in Dojoon’s personal opinion.

Just as they had settled back down, a nurse entered the room, pushing a wheelchair. “The MRI is ready for you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait much longer. Once the results are in, you can go home.”

She disconnected the IV bags that had been empty for some time. Nobody had come to disconnect them even after Dojoon had gone to ask. They were too busy.

“Thank you”, Woosung said and transferred to the wheelchair with Hajoon’s and Dojoon’s help, while Jaehyeong stabilised his foot.

“You can wait here”, the nurse addressed them and then vanished with Woosung.

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Woosung was returned to them forty-five minutes later, looking completely knocked out. He was accompanied by the doctor from before who directly announced: “As I already guessed, Woosung-ssi tore a ligament in his ankle. It’s a grade 3 tear, so it will take some time to heal, however. You can bring him to the car using the wheelchair and we’ll give you some crutches to use at home. For the first days he should use an elastic bandage until the swelling is a bit better and once he is able to put some weight on the foot you should go to a orthopaedic doctor and get a walking brace fitted. It will take a few months until you are truly able to walk again on that foot, Woosung-ssi. In the mean time avoid walking, keep your foot elevated as much as possible and stay away from cables. You can take over the counter medication to help with the pain.”

“Thank you, seonsaeng-nim”, Dojoon said, grateful the waiting had an end. The doctor left with a wave and Dojoon knelt down so he could look up at the leader.

“Let’s get you home, Sammy.”

Notes: I once had doctors try fifteen times to get blood drawn - fifteen fucking times and nobody was there to hold my hand:( Not fun times... but yeah, just getting an IV line can suck when you are dehydrated. I just had to add a scene about that:)

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose

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key201303 · 9 months ago

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THE ROSE MASTERLIST

KEY WORDS:

🐥 -> ONESHOT

® -> REQUESTED

🌸 -> FLUFF

🤧 -> ANGST

🔥 -> SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

💀 -> CREEPY

❤ -> VALENTINE SPECIAL

❄ -> CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

🎃 -> HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🎂 -> BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

🏵 -> DRABBLES

🌺 -> SERIES

⏰ -> TIMESTAMPS

🆎 -> NSFW ALPHABET

📱 -> SOCIAL MEDIA AU

You can call me lazy 🏵️🌸

'Cause we'll make it better 걱정하지 마 🐥🌸

VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE ❤🏵️🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

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shibuinni3 · 1 year ago

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Almas Gêmeas Platônicas

10/10/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Kim Woosung e Park Dojoon, The Rose.

Link; ☁️

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producerguk · 1 year ago

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hiii. i used to post some of my writing here, but i had to take a long break for study related reasons. now, i finally have the chance to come back as a writer and i couldn’t be more excited.

i'm currently working on a the rose fanfic, with the main pairing being woosung and dojoon. I'll drop some spoiler soon, hopefully.

i just want to say that requests are currently open. i'll write for any k-idols or k-actors/k-actresses you may like. khh too (i have a long list of dpr plot bunnies, beware). self insert reader or pairing, feel free to contact me if you have any request <3

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flurrys-creativity · 4 years ago

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Winter kimchi

Pairing: Park Dojoon/Leo (The Rose) x Reader; Genre: Crack, Fluff, Established Relationship AU; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: Dojoon is teasing the reader; Wordcount: 679; Event: Winter Hearts from kdiarynet; Prompt: Number 26 - “Making winter kimchi together”

Summary: You never heard of the term winter kimchi before and after some teasing you decided to make some for yourself. Much to the dismay of your boyfriend, who never expected this result after teasing you.

“Babe?” You called from the living room for your boyfriend. “I just read something on the internet.”

“What is it?”

“This blog is writing about winter kimchi. I never heard of that before.”

Dojoon came into your view, nodding his head in thought, before he grinned brightly. “So you don’t know about the seasonal kimchis?”

You raised your eyebrows in wonder and slowly shook your head no.

He gasped in shock and clasped his hands over his chest. “I can’t believe you never heard of summer kimchi, or spring kimchi, not even autumn kimchi?”

Once again you shook your head, pouting slightly from the embarrassment of not knowing. You’ve been with Dojoon for a while now and you regularly ate kimchi but you still had no idea.

“What else is this blog writing?” Dojoon asked and came over to you, sitting down on the couch next to you. He scanned the screen of your laptop quickly, nodding at the information he got there. “Informative.”

“But it doesn’t explain the difference between the seasonal kimchis. It only explains the history of kimchi and how to make it.”

Dojoon snickered before he schooled his expression again. “Then you haven’t read it close enough.”

Your eyes flickered back to the screen immediately, reading the text over and over again. Still not getting the information you wanted, you turned back to Dojoon, seeing him smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“There are no seasonal kimchis, right?”

Dojoon bursts into laughter, falling on his side and holding his stomach. “I can’t believe you thought this was a thing!” He gasped between his giggles. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes and he gasped for air more repeatedly now.

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Fine, you got me there but according to this blog winter kimchi exists. So let’s make it then.”

He stopped laughing and instantly straightened again, looking you right in the eyes. “Are you serious?!”

“Of course I am!”

“Uh,” Dojoon leaned closer to you again, reading over the instructions written on the blog, “sure. Seems easy enough. Do we have all the ingredients though?”

“Yep, we got everything here.”

“Hmm.”

You grinned triumphantly and stood up, pulling him along with you to the kitchen. While you took everything you needed out of the fridge, Dojoon stood in the middle of the room and just stared at your back blankly.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing with this much kimchi?”

Dojoon stared at you in disbelief when he saw the amount of ingredients you pulled out of the fridge.

“Haven’t you read the blog?” You teased him with a smile. “They mentioned a bunch of different foods where we can add the kimchi.

“This is going to be months worth of kimchi!”

“I know. And with every passing day it will taste differently. At least according to this blog.”

Dojoon sighed and stepped next to you, knowing he couldn’t argue with you anymore. Instead he decided to lower the chaos you created around the kitchen.

You even asked him if he made winter kimchi before, or actually kimchi at all. No matter the season. It made you laugh, hearing he helped a little as a kid but never too much, so he was surprised how much work making kimchi required.

“It is indeed more work than expected.”

“I should call my mom and thank her for all the hours she spent on making kimchi,” Dojoon mumbled and wrapped his arms around your middle. “Maybe I should thank you too.”

“No need, you can make summer kimchi once this batch is all eaten.”

Dojoon laughed loudly, overshadowing your light giggles. “I’ll even invent spring and autumn kimchi for you.” Promising you that, he kissed your temple and pulled you closer against his chest. “I’ll invent whatever you want or need.”

You smiled gently and pecked his cheek. “Right now, I need a container for all this kimchi.”

“Coming right up!” He gave you another kiss before he hurried to find some containers.

#winterhearts #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #starryktown #kconnet #kafenetwork #wkcnet #park dojoon #the rose #the rose leo #the rose dojoon #one shot #winter kimchi #the rose fanfic #dojoon fanfic #kpop #idol

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flowerdrunk · 5 years ago

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Dojoon is crushing bear hugs and the fresh scent of an aftershave. He's old record shops and spending forever finding the exact vinyl you want. He's red wine for lunch and chocolate waffles for dinner. Dojoon is laughing at a joke until your stomach hurts and tears prickle your eyes. He's pressing kisses to guitar string scars and making silly faces in the mirror. He's fireworks and sparklers and shooting stars. Dojoon is sudden confessions and love that lasts like home.

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sushis-wild-imagination · 2 years ago

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Luck transfer - drabbles

Park Dojoon X reader (The Rose)

You can imagine any other idol too, its very generic to idols. Also, Hes so cute, look! Im in love. (Masterlist pinned)

You had just woken up from sleep, but you chose to keep your eyes closed and try to go back to bed. You turn to get a little more comfortable to go back to bed. You pat the bed next to you and confusion takes over. Dojoon is supposed to be there. You open your eyes to an empty bed.

It had become habitual to stay over at his in the weekends. You liked having him around all the time, it was less lonely than going back to an empty house.

“Where’d he go?” You mutter to yourself.

You sit up looking at the time and yawn. It was 4:37AM. You groan. Why’d you wake up so early? You end up wandering into the living room and hear a soft tune of the keyboard.

You see his back towards you playing the keyboard in his sleeveless white tank he usually wears to bed. He had a concert tomorrow and you recall him saying it was important and he was a little nervous about messing up this new song they recently released.

You walk over to his keyboard bench to sit next to him. You end up straddling the bench and sitting facing his side. You leave a soft trail of kisses on his shoulder and rest your head there, hugging his torso.

“Why are you up?” He asks and tilts his head to rest on yours while his fingers still play.

“You weren’t there when I turned” you pout a little without realising.

He chuckles and you could feel his body moving under you. He stops playing and uses one of his hands to cup your face. “Why are you this cute, since when?”

This pasted a big smile on your face. “Since forever” you respond looking up at him from his shoulder. You snuggle closer.

“Are you nervous about the concert?”

“A little bit, I keep messing up the chorus” he says as his hands go back to his keyboard.

“You’ll be fine, I’ll transfer some of my luck to you”, you say and move your body upward to reach his cheek to kiss it. “Here” you giggle sitting back down.

He takes his hands completely off the keyboard and turns to you.

“I think I need a lot more luck than that” demanding more kisses.

You blush. Its been 2 years and he still makes you blush like you’ve held hands for the first time. You’re so head over heels for him.

His hands had already sneaked by your waist by the time you finished the thought. He had pulled you a lot closer if that was even a possibility. His one hand on your cheek that covered your whole face. You held that hand of his before you feel his lips on yours.

Your other hand snaked up his neck to play with the back of his head and to pull his face more closer. He was so soft and gentle with you, you could melt. He made you go all jelly without the work out.

He slowly pulled away and you take a breath resting his forehead on yours.

“Move in with me” you heard him say softly.

“Lets live together, here, so I can come home to you” he almost whispers, that was enough because he was that close to you. You heard him loud and clear.

You were flustered because you wanted to for a while now. Thats why you’d come over every weekend because you hated going back to an empty apartment, it made you feel so alone.

He notices the small smile that creeps up your face realising its a yes.

You nod smiling brightly at him. “I’d love that”

He kisses you with a lot more force this time. He was happy you said yes. You were happy he asked.

You stand up the second you pull away. “Let’s go sleep a little more please?” You hold out your hand for him to take it. You glance the clock in his living room - in YOUR living room. You smile at the thought.

He takes your hand but suddenly you’re upside down. He had put you over his shoulder, you held on to his torso for dear life, you know he won’t drop you.

“This luck transfer you speak of, I definitely need more of it” he says walking towards the bedroom with you over his shoulder.

You blush, you know exactly what he means.

“Its 5am in the morning!” you squeal giggling, blood had all rushed to your face not sure if it was what he said or this upside down position you were in.

“Its a Saturday”

#park dojoon #the rose #the rose x reader #the rose fanfic #park dojoon x reader #park dojoon imagine #the rose imagine #idol x reader #idol!reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #ugh I’m so in love with dojoon #park dojoon fanfic #dojoon x reader #dojoon imagines

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exouniverse · 2 months ago

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Code: ❀ — Fluff • ☽ — Angst • Ⅿ — Mature • ♡ — Requested • ✎ - One-shot • ◎ - Drabble • ∞ - Series

김우성 Sammy

Layover ❀ ✎ (wip)

박도준 Leo

Happy Mistake ❀ ✎ (wip)

이하준 Dylan

Candid ❀ ✎ (wip)

이재형 Jeff

Band’s Cut ❀ ✎

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saturnnelahy · 11 months ago

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I'm in love

Oh my God, I think I'm starting to get obsessed with TXT and The Rose ='( Yeonjun and Kai are so beautiful and perfect and wonderful… and Woo-sung and Dojoon from The Rose are so cute and beautiful...

I'm thinking of maybe starting to write something about them too

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hyunnows · 4 years ago

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2:02 am | kws

► pairing: Woosung x reader

► content/warning(s): breaking up, angst, short

► word count: .4k+

► summary/prompt: I'm not really sure tbh

► a/n: this is super short and ngl I have no idea where this came from but it was nice to finally wrote something for Sammy (woosung)! BTW, if you're not a Black Rose and have no idea who Sammy/Woosung or The Rose are, I'll link them. Have a great day/night! You are beautiful, strong, smart, loved and amazing! 💜 maybe I'll rewrite it one day... Probably will be one of those fics that are just randomly edited but really this is just practice because I need to get comfortable with writing for Woosung and break up aus.

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It started gradually. ”I'm sorry babe, the boys and I got held up.”

And you were forgiving, ”It's fine,” naive.

Then he was an hour late, then two, and eventually there were nights where he never arrived. You didn't mention it, you knew how his company was. He had a career, and he was working hard for it. Why else would he be gone so often?

And soon enough, he was just avoiding you. You weren't stupid, you know he was purposely trying to keep away from you, and it broke your heart to not know why.

”Hey, Sammy?” you stammer, voice cracking when you see him freeze, his eyes looking for an excuse. ”C-can we talk?”

Nodding stiffly, he sauntered over to where you're seated on the couch, planting himself beside you. Panicked, uncomfortable breaths leave him, ”Yeah… What's up, babe?”

You shiver, rubbing your arm, ”I love you so much Woosung,” you bite your cheek, nipping at the flesh, ”With all my heart. So,” you sniff, hands clutching your shirt for some sort of comfort, ”If you're done with me, you can break up with me. You don't have t-to feel bad.”

Woosung slumps slightly, eyes glued to your fiddling fingers. He was done with you, over you, but he couldn't bring himself to break your heart. ”[Y/N], I-I'm so sorry…”

Shaking your head at him, you cut his words off, “Don't be. I'm not the most observant, but I'm not dumb. Just rip it off, like a band-aid,” smiling sadly through your watery eyes.

Seeing as he was still frozen, mouth opening and closing gently whilst his gaze traveled from your hands to his feet, then the ceiling, you frown deeper, “If you don't do it, I will.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, unsure if this was even real. You were telling him to break up with you, putting his heart before your own, and he just didn't know how to process that. Feeling his eyes sting with tears, he turned to you, his eyes and brows knitting together, “[Y/N], we're over.”

“I know,” you huff, the puddles finally spilling from your eyes. He was your first boyfriend, and you thought he'd be your last, what a joke. Mustering the last of your emotional strength, you sob, “Can you tell me what happened, between us?”

“I…” He gulped, “I don’t love you anymore.”

You nodded, the last buts of your heart shattering, your body trembling ever so slightly, stiff. “Why? What did I do? What about me wasn’t good enough?”

“You were perfect,” choking, he brushes a hair out your face, tucking behind your ear, “So sweet, caring, beautiful. You did nothing wrong... it just happened.”

Holding the hand that rested on your cheek, you tilt your head up, fanning yourself with your free hand. “I still love you.”

“I know,” He sighed, the tears finally escaping his eyes, “I know.”

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