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alreadyblondenow · 11 months ago

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Virgin as you can be | Lee Taeyong (TEASER)

✦ Taeyong x Female Reader

✦ Smut, filthy, fluff and Angst. Mature College AU

✦ 1/2 Taeyong Smut Series: I found you

Summary: More than friends but less than lovers. Taeyong meets you, a virgin, through an online dating app and offered you a once in a lifetime opportunity. An opportunity to have fun and enjoy your last year in college differently. Knowing that you’re a virgin, Taeyong plans on keeping it that way for as long as he wanted to. He’s taking his sweet time until he finally takes your virginity.

Warnings: This is pure fiction, this is the filthiest most smuttiest fic I’ve ever written, foreplay galore, use of sex toys like vibrator and dildo, mentions of pills, the reader will someday use pills in the story, oral sex, nipple play, oil massage, mentions of alcohol.

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He has been counting the days until he can see you again and spend time with you again. You are the only person in his mind, thinking about what you’re doing every second of the day. He misses you, but he can’t put it into words. He tries to compose a message, but ends up deleting it until he’s already busy again… and he never got the chance to send the text.

“Dude, just finish the fashion week then spend time with her again” Johnny says, as someone who’s been in a long distance relationship.

“So this is what long distance—“ Taeyong did not finish his sentence.

“you two are in a relationship?” Johnny confirms, surprised at what Taeyong said. Jaehyun was all ears too while he’s on the chair for his hair and makeup.

“No” Taeyong defends. His voice automatically surrounded the room. “Were not in a relationship— were just having fun” Taeyong explains while he fixes his Loewe outfit that’s perfect already.

The fashion week is the busiest for Taeyong, you know this because Taeyong is a famous Loewe ambassador outside school… but oh you wish he could tell you that he’s busy, that he’s not available, that he’d call you back… but he never did. What do you expect?

You’re not his, and he’s not yours.

“So are you coming tonight?” Your friend asks you with a smirk. She doesn’t know about Taeyong, no one does. “Let’s go meet some boys???” She asks again.

This is a good opportunity to help yourself. Help yourself to forget the person who made you feel good in all the right places with just a single touch. An opportunity to forget someone who’s beyond perfect.

And you can’t have him.

Reality hits you.

“Yeah. I’ll come with you guys” you answered your friend with the most uninterested tone.

The night continued to be loud and wild, a perfect setting to forget about Taeyong even just for a few hours. You just wanted to stop missing him and his touch because you’re about to get crazy about him. It’s not that you’ve fallen in love with him already, it’s the feeling that he made you experience. Every secret. Every kiss, every touch. Everything in between… you became addicted to receiving it.

Shot by shot you drink everything until you blacked out and dozed off on the bar table. Your friends are clueless with how to bring you home because they’re drunk and wasted too. But suddenly you received a call.

A call that you’ve been waiting for weeks.

A call that will rescue you in your drunken state.

“Hi! This is not Y/n… but whoever you are. Can you pick her up at 127 bar? She’s drunk and so am I byeee….”

Taeyong was speechless over the phone while listening to your friend. But even so, he hurried himself and drove straight to 127 bar. Even though he’s tired, even though all he wanted to do is sleep… he chose to pick you up. Blushing on his way, excited to finally see you.

When he arrived you were the only one left sleeping at the bar, Taeyong was quick to cover you with his jacket and carefully walked you towards his car. Holding you close to him, not giving a fuck about anyone who sees him holding you. ‘Let them talk’ he thought. Right now he just wanted to keep you safe and drive you home.

It’s not that you weren’t aware that Taeyong is the one holding you right now, in fact, your embrace tightened when you smelled his expensive perfume. You knew it was Taeyong. But you were just so drunk that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. All you could say is ‘I want to be with you’ and slept through the entire car ride.

The next day, the familiar broad shoulders of Taeyong is the first thing you saw the moment you opened your eyes. He was sleeping soundly, while holding your hand. You have the most space of his bed, while he was the one squeezing himself on the side. You felt sorry and pulled him gently, careful not to wake him up but you failed. He greeted you with sweet smile. The one that makes every girl in school crazy for him. But this time, you’re the only one seeing this beautiful smile first thing in the morning.

“Hi,” he started and pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead and feeling his heartbeat against his bare chest. This is the first time you see him bare like this even though you’ve done crazy things already. And you can’t help yourself to look at every tattoo he has, tracing it with your fingertips, leaving you speechless.

“Did you have a good time last night?” he added.

You feel like you needed to apologize so you told him the truth, about what you felt when he was away. About the things that keeps you awake at night, the worries you keep on thinking, “I just thought I lost you and… I will never see you again just because you didn’t like…what I did, the last time we spent together” you were talking about the blowjob that you gave him. You faintly remember how he looked so frustrated that time.

Taeyong let out a cute laugh, looking so angelic under this morning light. His hand is perfectly wrapped around you. “I can’t believe you’re stressing yourself with the things that aren’t true. I was just busy at work but during those times, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you… I miss you” he explains.

You were once again speechless because of his honesty and feelings.

“Let’s just forget the time that we weren’t together and pick up where we left off? What do you say?” He says as if he’s suggesting to do something.

Of course he is.

And you’re up for it.

“What do you have in mind?” You said, smiling.

“It involves my tongue… on your cunt,” he whispered seductively beside your ear. Feeling his lips on your neck, trailing kisses until he reaches your lips, “and your legs getting weaker by the second” he added and showed you how much he misses you through his kisses and you see Taeyong’s smile clear as the day, a sign that you didn’t lose him at all.

You feel his hands roam on your body, putting his hand inside your sweat pants, his fingers were cold but you didn’t care. You still remember the first time his hand was inside your panties for the first time and how his fingers felt so good against your wet cunt. It felt like yesterday you thought to yourself… And today, he will once again become your first time.

“Can you go in all fours?” He requests while he kisses you deeply. Of course you comply to his request, you love how every time you feel his presence behind you and in between your legs, you have no idea what’s coming next. You’re always clueless about his next move. He did mentioned that there will be oral sex again, but knowing Taeyong… he will not go right into it… he likes to take his sweet time and play.

He started with something you’re familiar with. His touch and kisses. He spreads kisses on your back, hands gently massage you from behind. Removing your sleepwear and making you moan from time to time with every teasing and touch he does. It’s relaxing but a different kind of relaxing, you feel tingles in between your legs, you feel wetter by the second and his very touch turns you on.

Slowly you feel his hands trail up from your waist, until he reaches the sides of your boobs which are damn sensitive. It makes you weak whenever he touches you on these parts, swirling his fingers on the sides of your boobs and cupping it both hands in the softest way possible to make your nipples hard and sensitive.

“Do you like it?” Taeyong asks then left a kiss on your lower back. You can only answer with a soft moan.

He did the same things again and again and again until your whole body is sensitive and your nipples are hard as fuck from his teasing. Until he proceeds to the main event without a warning. From behind, he licked your wet panties and teased your wet pussy with his tongue and fingers. Moving up and down slowly, tickling your cunt with his fingertips softly.

Even that thin barrier between Taeyong’s tongue and your cunt feels good you thought. And when Taeyong was done playing, he removed your panties in swift move, spreading your legs good for your own benefit. Without any warning he started with a few good licks that took your breath away. So this is what it feels like being licked by the cunt. It made you nervous, it gave you a tingly effect, it made you want to close your legs, at made you want more.

“Good?” He asked, you nod.

For the second time, you’re now on your back, enjoying the comfort of Taeyong’s soft bed. But now it wasn’t just Taeyong’s tongue making you feel good, his lips were involved this time. It was like he was kissing your cunt with tongue, a wet kiss that felt like your pussy juices won’t stop flowing because Taeyong is doing such a great job. Licking you up and down, licking your clit while reaching for your hard nipples and pinching it. By that, you earned your first orgasm through Taeyong’s tongue.

But he was not yet done.

Using his fingers, he spread your pussy lips and started licking aggressively. Pushing his head towards you more, feeling his nose on your pussy. This time you really couldn’t stop yourself and try to close your legs, calling Taeyong’s name as you moan how good he’s making you feel. Soon you hit another high. He was right, it will make your legs weak.

Others girls would last long, but you don’t. And that’s what Taeyong love about you.

He crawled up to you, comfortable in the position in between your legs while waiting for you to come down from your high. He loves seeing you like this. Horny and ruined all because of him. “Calm down, breathe” he giggles and started kissing your boobs. Sucking and kneading them as he waits for you.

“How can I breathe if you constantly take my breath away?” You asked with a flirty look, the man in front of you couldn’t resist himself and kissed you hard. Asking for another round in an instant. You feel his hard cock inside his sweat pants and you instantly feel bad because you can’t do something in return for him.

Of course Taeyong can see right through you, so he reached for your hand, kissed it before he puts it inside his sweat pants, your eyes went big with what he did. Clearly remembering the last time you touched him and gave him head for the first time.

“I wasn’t frustrated that time,” he moans as he enjoys every stroke you give on his clothed hard cock. “I was frustrated at myself because I couldn’t fuck you that time… but I loved everything you did last time. That pretty mouth if yours sure do know how to make me crazy for more” he says and kissed you to prove what he was saying.

Now that everything is clear and you worried for nothing, you wanted to make it up to him. With bravery, you put your hand inside his boxer briefs and tightened the grip around his hard cock, he already knew what to do of course. He closed is eyes and thrusted hard, moving his hips and fucking your hand. Pretending and imagining that its your hole. You spread kisses in Taeyong’s neck, licking his hard nipples while his imagination runs wild until he cums on your hand and making a mess. Nobody cared. You were both really horny and craving for more.

After a few rounds of fooling around, you and Taeyong spent the whole day kissing, giggling and watching movies in his room. Never leaving each other’s touch.

“When will you take me home?” You asked softly while your eyes were both closed. Enjoying his dimmed room and just basking in each other’s presence.

“I really hate watching you leave” he says, pulling you closer to him and tightening his embrace.

“Have you ever been in love?”

You suddenly asked. The words just came out of your mouth.

You knew a lot of things about him but you’ve never asked him something so personal. You feel like you’ve done something wrong again…

“I’m sorry—“ you apologize.

“Don’t be. It’s just that… I don’t know the answer. But I do know that love is complicated and I don’t like complicated things. Complications ruins things”

You nod and changed the subject.

“How about, first sex?”

“It’s boring. The third one was better” he smirked.

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inkandtension · 3 months ago

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Missing.

prompt: She fell first, he fell harder

req? yes. Anon, I hope you like this!! I made a few changes from your req, I hope it's okay

Minho stared at his phone, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face as the sinking feeling in his chest deepened. He swiped through the familiar messages, rereading the ones you had sent just before leaving for your hometown, as if your words could somehow fill the emptiness that had settled in his apartment. Four hours—just four measly hours since you’d left, and already it felt like something was missing, like a piece of the world had shifted out of place. He had shrugged it off at first, convincing himself it was just the sudden change of routine. You always filled the space with your energy, your laughter bouncing off the walls, your presence making the apartment feel alive. Now, the silence was deafening.

His fingers hovered over the call button, but he stopped himself, feeling strangely embarrassed by how much he wanted to hear your voice. But as he lowered his phone, that nagging feeling in his chest only grew. Minho sighed, stepping over to the window and leaning against the cool glass. Outside, the rain had started to fall, soft and steady, the droplets sliding down the window like tears.

He watched them, his mind drifting to you. Had you remembered to take your umbrella? He wasn’t sure. You were always so careless when it came to things like that. He could easily picture you standing in the rain, a playful grin on your face, arms stretched wide as if you could catch every single drop. You loved the rain in a way that was almost childlike—running out into it without a care, twirling around as if the storm belonged to you. The memory made him smile, but that smile quickly faded as worry crept in. You were prone to catching colds, always sniffling and bundled up after a day spent in the rain, and the thought of you getting sick while he wasn’t there to fuss over you gnawed at him.

Minho rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the uneasy feeling. It’s not like you hadn’t gone home before. You’d been apart plenty of times, but this time... it felt different. Maybe it was the way you had hugged him goodbye—soft, lingering, almost hesitant. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been catching himself thinking about you more and more lately, in ways he hadn’t expected. He glanced down at his phone again, tempted to text you, but he hesitated, not wanting to seem clingy.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, but even as he said the words, he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts running through his mind. What if you hadn’t eaten yet? You always forgot to eat when you got busy. What if you were feeling lonely, too? Should he just call?

He shook his head, grabbed his keys, and decided to head to the store. If he was going to be stuck missing you, he might as well be productive, right? Maybe picking up a few groceries would distract him, even though the thought of you still lingered in the back of his mind. As he walked through the aisles, idly throwing things into the cart, his feet came to a sudden stop in front of the strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Minho stared at the neatly packaged box. You loved those—he couldn’t even count the number of times he’d caught you sneaking one when you thought he wasn’t looking, grinning mischievously as if you’d just pulled off a masterful heist. The memory brought a soft smile to his lips. Without hesitation, he reached out and picked up a box, cradling it carefully in his hand as if it were something precious.

“Just in case she comes by earlier,” he mumbled to himself, though the moment the words left his lips, he realized how ridiculous they sounded. You weren’t coming home for days, and yet, here he was, buying your favorite treat like you might just walk through the door any minute. He stared at the box in his hand, shaking his head in quiet disbelief at how much you had managed to wrap yourself around his thoughts.

Still, he placed the box in the cart, a small part of him not wanting to let go of the idea that you’d be back soon, that you’d come home early, maybe soaked from the rain, grinning like always, and reach for the strawberries with that familiar glint in your eyes.

The cashier raised an eyebrow as he placed the strawberries on the counter, but Minho ignored the look, paying for his groceries without a word. He grabbed the bag and stepped outside, only to be greeted by the sight of rain pouring harder than before, the steady drizzle having turned into a full-blown downpour.

Minho paused, standing under the awning, his eyes fixed on the sky as the rain fell in heavy sheets. His hand instinctively tightened around the grocery bag, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Hope you don’t catch a cold,” he muttered under his breath, as if the words could somehow reach you wherever you were. He didn’t know why, but the thought of you getting sick out there—without him there to nag you about it—made his chest tighten in a way that felt unfamiliar.

He started walking, his shoes splashing through puddles as he made his way back home. The rain drenched him almost instantly, but he didn’t care. His mind was still on you, on the little things you did, the way your laughter filled the apartment, the warmth of your presence.

By the time he reached his door, Minho was soaked through, his hair dripping as he stepped inside, shaking off the rain. He set the groceries down on the counter and, for a moment, just stood there in the quiet, the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. His eyes flickered to the strawberries sitting in the bag, and a small, rueful smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m pathetic” he whispered to himself, though there was no real conviction behind the words. Because deep down, he knew the truth—he missed you more than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

The absence felt heavier than Minho had expected. Normally, he’d be fine—used to his own space, his own rhythm, comfortable with the quiet. After all, the two of you weren’t official. Just... whatever this was. He couldn't quite define it, even after all this time. You’d confessed to him seven months ago, putting your heart on the line, and despite his uncertainty, he’d agreed to give it a chance. At the time, he didn’t feel the same way. He remembered how he had stood there, somewhat awkward, offering a hesitant smile when you bared your feelings. He wasn't sure what it was that made him say yes—maybe curiosity, maybe not wanting to let you down. He told himself it was no big deal; relationships had never been something he sought out, so what harm could it do?

But now, standing in his quiet apartment, the weight of your absence pressing down on him, Minho realized it had been more than just a casual decision. Somehow, in those seven months, you had become a part of his life in ways he hadn’t even noticed. And the fact that you weren’t here, that he couldn't just turn around and hear your voice or see you sitting on the couch, was hitting him harder than he’d ever anticipated.

It made no sense. Why was he like this? He had always been so self-assured, so independent, even a bit distant. That’s how he’d always been in relationships—cool, detached, keeping his emotions at arm’s length. But now, something had shifted.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, the sound of the rain outside echoing the growing confusion in his mind. This wasn’t just about the rain, or the strawberries, or whether or not you had your umbrella. It was about you—the way your laugh could break through the most frustrating of days, the way your presence filled up the empty spaces in his life without him even realizing it. You’d wormed your way into his heart, slowly, quietly, and now that you were gone, even for a little while, the apartment felt like a void.

Minho leaned back against the counter, staring at the groceries he’d bought and feeling foolish for thinking he could distract himself with errands. He had convinced himself for months that he could keep his feelings in check, that he wasn’t falling for you—not really. He was just getting used to you being around, that was all. But now, standing here alone, the truth was staring him in the face, undeniable and clear.

He missed you more than he could handle. And maybe, just maybe, that meant he had fallen for you much harder than he ever intended.

Minho found himself sitting by the window, his forehead resting against the cool glass as he stared out at the relentless rain, waiting for his phone to buzz. The hours ticked by painfully slow, each minute dragging on longer than the last. He kept glancing at his screen, willing a message to come through—just a quick text from you saying you made it home safely, or even a photo of something silly from your trip, anything to remind him that you were okay.

But the phone stayed silent.

The longer he waited, the harder it became to ignore the growing knot in his stomach. He told himself he was overreacting, that there was no reason to feel like this. You were probably just busy with family, caught up in conversations, or maybe your phone had died. It wasn’t like you were ignoring him, right? But as the minutes turned into hours, his mind started to spiral, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if you hadn’t made it home? What if something happened to you in the rain?

Unable to bear the worry any longer, Minho grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, landing on Chan’s name. He hesitated for a second before hitting call. He didn’t know why he was doing this—Chan wasn’t going to have any answers—but he needed to talk to someone before he drove himself crazy.

When Chan picked up, Minho immediately launched into his rambling, words tumbling out faster than he could control. He told Chan about how you hadn’t texted him back, about how quiet the apartment felt without you, and how stupid it was that he couldn’t stop worrying about the rain. He was trying to convince himself that it was normal to miss you this much—right?

Chan, always the one to cut through the nonsense, listened patiently before letting out a soft chuckle. “Dude, you’re stupid.”

Minho frowned. “What? No, it’s not like that.”

“Then why are you freaking out like it is?”

Minho opened his mouth to argue but found himself at a loss for words. Why was he freaking out? This wasn’t like him. He never got this worked up over anything, let alone a girl. He had always been calm, collected, the guy who didn’t get attached too quickly. So why did it feel like the world was out of balance just because you hadn’t texted him back?

“You miss her,” Chan added with a knowing tone, “and not just in a ‘friend’ way. Just talk to her, make it official already.”

Minho’s frown deepened. “What? No, it’s not—” he tried again, but Chan cut him off.

“Minho, you’re over here obsessing about her catching a cold. If that’s not something a guy in love would do, I don’t know what is.”

He scoffed, trying to brush it off as Chan’s words echoed in his mind. After a few more minutes of light-hearted teasing, Minho hung up the call, tossing his phone onto the couch. But he couldn’t shake what Chan had said.

The seed had been planted.

Why was he freaking out so much? You were just visiting your family. You’d text him back soon. Right?

But as more hours passed, Minho’s worry only grew. He sent another message, then another—short, casual texts that he hoped didn’t seem too frantic. "Hey, you good?" "Hope you made it okay." But each time he looked at his phone, there was still nothing.

His stomach twisted, mind spiraling into those worst-case scenarios again. What if something had happened to you? What if you’d slipped in the rain or gotten into an accident? What if you were hurt and he had no way of knowing? He stood up, pacing the room, running his hands through his hair as his thoughts grew more frantic with each passing minute.

Minho clenched his phone tighter, staring at the screen like it held the answer to all his questions. Should he go over there just to check? He knew it was irrational, but the fear gnawing at his chest was becoming impossible to ignore.

No. He couldn’t wait anymore. The longer he sat there, the more the silence gnawed at him, twisting his worry into something unbearable. Grabbing his bag without a second thought, Minho bolted out of his apartment, heart pounding as he headed straight for the train station. His feet carried him as if they had a mind of their own, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, just in case you texted. But there was nothing—no message, no missed call.

Before he knew it, he was sitting on the train to your hometown, the rhythmic clattering of the tracks doing nothing to calm his nerves. His mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last, and he felt increasingly foolish for panicking like this. What if you were just busy with your family? What if your phone really had died? But even as these thoughts tried to rationalize his behavior, that nagging feeling wouldn’t leave. He needed to see you, to know you were okay.

Halfway through the journey, Minho’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He snatched it up, half-hoping it was you, but saw Changbin’s name flashing on the screen instead.

"Hey," Minho answered, his voice a bit strained.

"Yo, what’s up with you? Chan told me you’re freaking out over a girl," Changbin teased, his tone lighthearted but laced with curiosity.

Minho sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. "It's not—" he started, but then he stopped himself. He didn’t even know how to explain what he was feeling. "I don’t know, man. I just... something feels off. She hasn’t texted me, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m on a train to her hometown right now."

"Wait, what? You're going to see her?" Changbin’s surprise was clear through the phone.

"Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't just sit there anymore. I needed to see her, make sure everything’s fine."

There was a pause on the other end before Changbin spoke again, a bit more serious this time. "Bro, you don’t just do that for someone you don’t care about. Maybe Chan’s right—maybe you need to stop pretending this is casual..."

Minho's eyes lingered on the window, watching the train pass by those pink-leafed trees you adored so much. You used to gush about how beautiful they were, how they reminded you of something magical, like a fairytale scene. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you twirling under those trees, arms outstretched, just like you did in the rain. His mind drifted, far away from Changbin's voice on the phone.

There was a long pause before Changbin’s laugh suddenly broke through. “Dude, are you in love?”

The question hit Minho harder than expected, making him freeze. His breath caught in his throat as the words echoed in his mind, weaving their way through his thoughts. Was that it? Was that why he was sitting here, racing toward your hometown, heart pounding like he was on the edge of a cliff? Love?

His hands clenched around his phone as he thought about you—really thought about you. Your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed, how you'd lean in close when you spoke, like every word was meant just for him. The way your presence lit up his apartment, filled the silence with warmth and energy.

Suddenly, Minho wasn’t listening to Changbin anymore. His world had felt wrong ever since you left, like it was missing its center, and now, he knew why.

Love.

The word felt foreign and familiar all at once. His chest tightened as he thought about all the little moments that had led him here, sitting on this train, desperate to see you. The way you’d brush your hair behind your ear, only for it to fall right back in front of your face, and how he’d always feel the urge to reach out and tuck it back for you. The mornings where you’d bring him a cup of coffee with a shy smile, and he’d wonder if you knew how much those simple gestures meant to him. You made his world feel lighter, like everything made sense when you were near.

"Yeah…" Minho whispered to himself, the word slipping out before he could even process it. Love. That’s what this was. That’s why he couldn’t sit still, why the thought of not hearing from you was unbearable. He wasn’t just missing you—he was missing something far deeper, something he had been too stubborn to admit until now. He missed the way you made him feel whole, like you were a piece of his life that he didn’t realize he needed until it was gone.

He glanced down at his phone, heart hammering in his chest, realising that Changbin had cut the call long ago. Without thinking, he typed out another message, his fingers shaking slightly as they hovered over the screen.

“I miss you. More than I thought I would.”

He stared at the message, unsure if it would reach you, if you’d even see it. But somehow, saying it out loud—admitting it, even in a text—felt like a weight lifting off his chest.

His lips curled into a small, incredulous smile as he leaned back in his seat. Love. The realization left him breathless, but it also brought him a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in hours. He didn’t know what you’d say when you saw him, but he knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t going to lose you. Not now. Not when he finally understood just how much you meant to him.

"God knows the world needs an angel like you," he muttered to himself, chuckling softly as he watched the landscape blur by. "At least, my world does."

As you took a sip of your drink, your mother suddenly broke the silence with a question that made you pause.

“So, are you seeing someone?” she asked casually, but there was a hint of curiosity in her tone.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing down at your plate. “I’m kinda…courting someone,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm slightly at the admission.

Your father, sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow. “Courting? Does this guy even like you?” His tone was laced with disapproval, the protective fatherly instinct kicking in.

You sighed softly, already anticipating this kind of reaction. “I don’t know… I think so. He agreed to give it a chance, and I’ve been trying,” you explained, though your father’s skeptical look didn’t ease.

Before he could say anything else, your sister chimed in, leaning forward with a curious grin. “Are you guys touchy? Like, do you hold hands, kiss, anything like that?”

You shook your head with a small laugh. “No, not really. He’s kind of reserved. We mostly side hug.”

Your sister frowned at that, a playful but concerned look crossing her face. “Side hugs? Maybe he doesn’t like you,” she teased, though there was a hint of genuine worry in her voice.

You shrugged off the comment, trying not to let it bother you. “It’s fine. He’s just not that kind of person.”

The conversation shifted after that, but the weight of your sister’s words lingered in your mind. What if Minho really didn’t like you the way you liked him? You pushed the thought aside, determined not to dwell on it, and later in the day, your family decided to go fishing for dinner.

You joined them, laughing as you helped set up near the water. But in the middle of the trip, as you reached for your phone to check the time, it slipped from your grasp and tumbled straight into the water with a soft plop.

Panic immediately set in as you and your family scrambled to retrieve it, but by the time you fished it out, the damage was done. The phone wouldn’t turn on, and your mother, ever the problem solver, quickly suggested putting it in rice.

“It’ll be fine by tomorrow,” she reassured you as she tucked it into a bowl of rice, but you couldn’t shake the worry that was gnawing at you. You hadn’t seen any messages from Minho before your phone fell, and now, you were completely cut off from him for the rest of the night.

you sat by the shore, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The fishing trip had started off with the usual fun, but now all you could think about was your phone—your only link to Minho. You knew he wasn’t the type to blow up your phone with messages, but something told you he might’ve reached out by now. Maybe. Hopefully.

Your mind wandered back to lunch, to the conversation with your family that had left you feeling uneasy. The teasing from your sister, your father’s disapproving tone—it all stirred up doubts that you’d been trying to bury. What if Minho didn’t like you the way you liked him? What if all this effort, these seven months of trying to show him how much you cared, weren’t enough to change his heart?

You threw a pebble into the water, watching the ripples expand outward. The uncertainty weighed heavy on you, making your stomach twist in knots. A part of you wanted to believe in what you had with Minho, in the quiet moments between you, the shared glances and smiles. But another part couldn’t help but question whether it was one-sided. He’d never given you any grand gestures or confessions, just the small moments. And while those were meaningful to you, were they enough for him?

Your mother’s voice called out from behind, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Honey, stop worrying. The phone will be fine by tomorrow,” she said with a gentle smile. But she didn’t know the real reason for your unease.

As you sat there, staring at the horizon, you wondered what Minho was doing. Was he thinking about you too? Did he miss you? even a little? The idea seemed so far-fetched at times, given how distant he could be. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through you when you thought of him.

The evening passed slowly, your family’s laughter fading into the background as your thoughts remained with Minho. As night fell and the stars began to twinkle overhead, you found yourself staring up at the sky, hoping that somehow, despite the distance, Minho was looking at the same stars, thinking of you. Maybe, just maybe, he was missing you too.

The train ride was long and restless. The rhythmic clattering of the wheels over the tracks should have lulled him into some semblance of peace, but Minho’s thoughts were a whirlwind. Every passing town, every blurred landscape outside the window, only intensified his anticipation. He had been overthinking, imagining what he’d say when he saw you again—if you’d even want to see him after all this time. But none of it mattered now. He was finally here.

When the train pulled into the station, the rain had just begun to lighten, turning into a soft drizzle that misted the air. He quickly hailed a taxi, his pulse racing as they drove through roads toward your home. His heart leaped into his throat when the cab finally pulled up at the gate of your house. And there you were, standing by a bonfire with your family, laughing, trying—and from the looks of it, failing—to cook fish. The smoke billowed around you, chaotic and wild, but somehow it was perfect.

It was so you.

For a moment, Minho just stood there, frozen in place. His chest tightened with emotion, his eyes lingering on the scene in front of him. You looked happy, content. And as much as he tried to tell himself that was enough, the burning need to be with you—to be close to you—overwhelmed him. He didn’t wait a second longer.

Without a word, Minho threw open the taxi door, letting his bags drop haphazardly at the gate. His feet moved on their own, propelling him toward you as fast as they could. The world around him faded away—the drizzle, the chilly wind, the astonished faces of your family watching in confusion as he ran. None of it mattered. Only you did.

You barely had a chance to react before he reached you. In one swift motion, Minho scooped you up into his arms, pulling you into a rib-crushing hug that left you breathless. He lifted you off the ground as though you weighed nothing, holding you close as if you might slip away if he let go even for a second.

“Minho?” Your voice was small, stunned, as you clung to him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. It was like a dream—a dream you hadn’t dared to believe in.

But he was here. He was really here.

Your family, on the other hand, was frozen in shock. Your father’s brow furrowed as he took in the sight of the two of you, his protective instincts immediately flaring. “This man,” he started slowly, voice tinged with disbelief, “I suppose, is the boyfriend you’ve been courting?”

Still pressed against Minho’s chest, you could only nod, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Your sister’s jaw dropped, her eyes flicking between you and Minho in sheer disbelief. “Wait, this is the guy you’ve been talking about? The one who’s ‘not touchy’?” She raised her eyebrows and smirked, barely able to contain her laughter. “Not touchy, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

But Minho didn’t care about any of it. The teasing, the prying questions—they barely registered in his mind. All he could focus on was the way you felt in his arms, solid and real. He buried his face in your hair, his voice muffled and low as he whispered, “I just missed you too much.”

You felt the warmth of his breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His words hung in the air, laden with all the unspoken feelings he had carried with him. He wasn’t usually one to be this open, this vulnerable. But now, there was no holding back.

Your family, however, didn’t seem quite ready to let the moment pass. Your mother exchanged a knowing glance with your father, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I think we’ve all seen enough to confirm that someone’s feelings are more than just ‘casual’,” she said with a grin, nudging your father playfully.

Your father, arms crossed and lips pressed into a tight line, finally let out a resigned sigh. “As long as he treats you well,” he muttered, though there was no real venom in his words. He shot Minho a warning look but couldn’t completely hide the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Your sister wasn’t done teasing. “So...side hugs, huh? What happened to that?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, clearly enjoying the shift in your relationship dynamic. “Looks like someone finally figured out what they were missing.”

You blushed, a mix of embarrassment and happiness coursing through you, but Minho didn’t let go. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze soft yet intense. His hands rested firmly on your waist, and for a brief second, the world seemed to slow down. The rain had stopped completely now, leaving the air thick with the smell of wet earth and smoke from the bonfire. The glow of the fire flickered in his eyes as he looked at you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

And he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear. Finally.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Minho confessed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The second you left, everything felt wrong. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you weren’t there.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but they were the good kind—the kind that came with relief, with finally hearing the words you had been longing for. “I missed you too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

Your family, finally decided to give you some space. Your mother, ever the sentimental one, pulled your father away by the arm. “Let’s leave them to it,” she said softly, though her tone held a note of satisfaction. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, smiling warmly.

Your father grumbled something incoherent under his breath but followed your mother’s lead. Your sister shot you a wink before sauntering off. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased with a grin, her voice fading as she disappeared into the house.

Finally, it was just you and Minho, standing by the dying flames of the bonfire. The air was thick , and for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

Minho cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, the words hanging heavy between you. It wasn’t a grand declaration—it was quiet, simple, but it was the truth.

You smiled, your heart soaring. “I love you too.”

Without hesitation, Minho leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slid down to hold yours. The fire crackled beside you, casting a warm glow over both of your faces as you stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence. In the distance, you could still hear the faint laughter of your family, but it felt distant—like it belonged to another world entirely.

Right now, it was just you and Minho.

Nothing else mattered.

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mymoodwriting · 1 month ago

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Request for Anon (Mommy Seonghwa) 847, fluff, domestic relationship, naps, quiet time, quality time, affirmations of love (@starillusion13)

“Seonghwa, I’m home.”

You locked the door behind you and went over to your room, setting down your things and then going off to find Seonghwa. Of course he was in his own room, as always, working. You came up from behind, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, turning to you and giving you a proper kiss on your lips.

“How was work?”

“The usual. I got to sit at my desk all day and do paperwork.”

“Yet you look very tired.”

“You know me. I live in a constant state of exhaustion.”

“Why don’t you go take a nap?”

“Can’t. If I lay down I’ll just sleep till tomorrow, and I have things to do.”

“Taking a day for yourself won’t hurt.”

“Yeah, but there’s just so much to do and not enough time.”

“None of these things are super serious and life ending are they?”

“Uh… not really but-”

“Then everything will be okay in the end.” Seonghwa kissed you once more. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, did you cook?”

“Nope. Wanna order food?”

“Hm… we should probably cook something though.”

“My treat, love. I’ll cook for you tomorrow, how does that sound?”

“I can agree to that. What were you thinking?”

“Something yummy, perhaps noodles, or chicken.”

“I could go for some chicken.”

“I’ll order. Why don’t you go shower and get into some comfy clothes.”

“I will, thanks Seonghwa.”

“Of course.” One last kiss from Seonghwa. “Go on now.”

You returned to your room and got ready for a shower, certainly needing it to unwind and feel better about yourself. Being freshly clean was always nice. You took your time afterwards, making sure to go about your routine before dressing in your best pajamas. When you stepped out of your room you heard the TV on, going over to the living room. Seonghwa was in the kitchen getting some plates and utensils, letting you know food was on the way, and he figured the two of you could watch TV together and eat. You loved the idea and helped him out. While you waited you cuddled on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and watching reruns of your favorite show. Seonghwa loved the commentary you’d provided, even if he had heard some of it before. Just listening to you talk about the things you loved brought him joy.

“Food’s here, I’ll get it.”

Seonghwa kissed your head before getting up, making sure you were wrapped up like a cozy burrito while he was gone. You stayed put, watching him go and then taking in a deep breath when the smell of chicken was in the air. You let Seonghwa set everything down before emerging from your cocoon to get food. It was delicious and warm. Once you had your fill you were back in your cocoon, leaning against Seonghwa and watching TV.

“You look tired, love, just sleep.”

“No… I want to stay up with you…”

“It’s okay, your company is enough for me.”

“Hm… no…”

“How about you nap for a little bit, and I promise to wake you up.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Close your eyes I’m not going anywhere.”

You did as Seonghwa asked, laying your head in his lap so you could rest. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. You never specified with Seonghwa how long you would nap for, but he kept his promise, gently coaxing you awake a while later. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you, softly petting your head.

“Hello.”

“Hi…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… kinda wanna go back…”

“We can go to bed if you’d like.”

“No, let’s stay up a little bit longer together.”

“Alright. Well, you gotta sit up.”

“What if I stay here?”

“Well I can’t cuddle you if you’re lying in my lap.”

“Good point.”

You sat up, letting Seonghwa stretch his legs a bit before he pulled you close to cuddle, having you rest between his legs. You were the warmer of the two, happy to share it with him. He softly nuzzled your neck, making you giggle.

“You did good today, love.”

“About what?”

“Everything. You got up, got dressed, went to work, got through the day and made it home to me. You showered and had dinner and now the two of us are just existing together. You did good today, you got through it and here we are. I’m more than happy to simply hold you like this.”

“Seonghwa…”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “For what? Dinner?”

“No for… you, for being here with me, for being you, for loving me, for helping me be okay. I don’t know how different my life would be without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this happy. You look after me in ways I don’t even consider for myself, and I appreciate that. I hope I’m doing good things for you too.”

“You are.” Seonghwa pet your head. “You’re enough for me, just as you are.”

“Seonghwa… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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lovetaroandtaemin · 17 days ago

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A Perfect Christmas

Lee Chan x Reader

Word Count: 671 Genre: Pure fluff Rating: PG! However, I still ask that if you are under 18, you do not interact with my blog.

Summary: Y/N and Chan celebrate Christmas together with an unexpected surprise.

Content Warnings: None! If you think there is something that needs a warning that I missed, please let me know, though! A/N: This is part of a Secret Santa drabble event hosted by the amazing @camandemstudios! This entry is for the lovely @chanranghaeys. I hope you like it! Event masterlist can be found here!

Fic is under the cut.

The tree was exactly how you and Chan envisioned it, covered with shiny tinsel and ornaments that covered the full spectrum of color. Some of them were references to your favorite movies, like a recreation of the “Burn Book” from Mean Girls, while others were brightly colored dinosaurs in homage to your boyfriend’s stage name. Sure, the tree wasn’t exactly aesthetically cohesive, but it was perfect in your eyes. Honestly, everything about the day had been perfect so far, just like every Christmas you’d spent with Chan before.

You were distracted from your admiration of the tree by Chan calling your name. When you turned around, he asked, “What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Nothing, just admiring the tree. It’s beautiful”

“I think that there’s something in this room that’s even more beautiful,” Chan said as he pulled you closer into a tight hug. As you relaxed into his hold, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to have someone that loved you as much as he did.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your boyfriend asking, “So, are you ready to open your gift?”

You nodded and responded, “Yep! I just need to go get yours.”

Chan let go of you, and you went to retrieve his gift from its hiding place. When you returned, you found him sitting in front of the tree like an excited little kid waiting for permission from his parents to open presents from Santa. It was absolutely adorable, honestly. When Chan saw you, he smiled like he knew something that you didn’t. You were curious about what he had gotten you, but you decided not to say anything.

You sat in front of Chan and smiled, handing him the box. It was small, but you were certain he would like the gift. When he opened the box and saw it, you were proven right. He carefully pulled out the two crocheted otters, sewn together to look like they were holding each other’s hands, and hugged them. With tears forming in his eyes, he looked at you and asked, “Did you make these yourself?”

With a smile, you nodded and said, “I couldn’t help myself. I recently learned that otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t float away from each other, and I thought it was adorable.”

Chan laughed and said, “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Channie.”

Carefully, Chan placed the otters back in their box and set the box aside. Then, he handed you a box covered in bright red wrapping paper with the same excited smile on his face, like he had a secret. You carefully removed the wrapping paper, and when you opened the box, what you saw was the best surprise that he could have given you.

Inside the box was a diamond ring, just like the one that you’d excitedly shown him a few months before when you went to the mall together. You’d thought he wasn’t really paying attention, but now that you held the box in your hand, you knew that you’d been wrong.

You snapped out of your shock when Chan asked, “Do you like it?”

“I love it!”

Chan smiled and said, “I love you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted to be with you. From the moment we made our relationship official, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Tears started to fill your eyes as you nodded, and Chan carefully pulled the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. Once the ring was on, you set the box aside and practically threw yourself into Chan’s arms. While he held you close, the two of you started to discuss what you wanted your wedding to be like. As the conversation went on, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to spend another perfect Christmas with the love of your life.

Thank you so much for reading, and merry Christmas Eve! I had so much fun participating in this event, so once again, I'd like to thank the incredible @camandemstudios for organizing it! When the event masterlist is posted, there will be a link in this post! If you liked this drabble, please like and reblog! If you'd like to see more of my work, my masterlist can be found here. If you'd like to see what I'll be posting in the future, my upcoming works list is here. If none of that catches your attention, or there's something specific you'd like to see, feel free to send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you for reading, and happy holidays!

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“I don’t want to not tell you that anymore.”

jeonghan x reader genre: fluff; angst word count: 4.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here is the long overdue part 2 of “I know, but don’t say it.” It’s been a few weeks since the events of “I know, but don’t say it” and Jeonghan has been doing some thinking and is ready to take some action. I know 4,000 words is a bit long but I hope it’s worth the read. Thanks for waiting for this, thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy :))

p.s. In this fic you can decide for yourself if you want Jeonghan to be an idol or not- I mention that he travels for work and has busy schedules but I never explicitly state what he does so it’s up to you! <3

Heart beating twice as fast as when you walked into the corner store, your eyes studied the brightly packaged snack foods that lined the checkout lane. You had a strategy, or a plan, rather: if you stared into the varieties of gum and treats with deep interest instead of looking forward in the direction of him then he simply wouldn’t notice you.

Isn’t it strange how someone can be so familiar in one environment, and with a change in setting they can suddenly become so foreign? Like seeing your teacher inside a café when you’re thirteen years old, the distance from the classroom making it feel as though you’ve never actually met this person.

Inside the walls of your apartment, between your bedsheets, you knew Jeonghan very well. Deeply. Intimately. You even knew him at gatherings amongst your mutual friends. That was where you met, after all; friends of friends. As much as you wanted to know him in every environment, the nature of your relationship simply didn’t allow for that. He didn’t allow for that.

Just last week he watched fondly as you made grilled cheese for you both and served it on your old Mickey Mouse shaped plates, which Jeonghan didn’t miss the opportunity to poke fun at. “I’ve had them since I was a kid, you jerk,” you had defended yourself through an amused smile. And yet, spotting him two people ahead of you in the checkout line was so unfamiliar it felt as though you two could be strangers. Your heart was aching with anxiety, and perhaps with longing that you weren’t ready to address. Questions ran through your mind as you scrambled to figure out how to handle the predicament, and you wished there was some sort of handbook for navigating a very public run in with your friend with benefits. What was the protocol for running into your fuck buddy out in the wild?

And why was it so nerve wracking to see him like this? Was it simply the unfamiliarity? Or was it seeing him live the life you weren’t part of? Of course you knew he lived a whole life outside your apartment walls. Every time he left, he shut the door behind him, effectively shutting you out of his world. Seeing him now gave you a glimpse of that world; perfectly mundane and real. Suddenly, there he was, charming as ever as he flashed a sweet smile at the cashier. You were jealous that someone else got his public smiles.

Despite your attempt to avert your eyes in hopes he wouldn’t notice you, pulling your gaze away from Jeonghan turned out to be quite the challenge. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, considering you couldn’t help but observe him as he dozed off against your pillows each night he came over. He was beautiful and enigmatic, making him an attractive and enticing mystery that you were always trying to figure out. You peered over the person in front of you and watched as he placed his card back inside the wallet sleeve. Such a mundane action but you were fascinated by the movements of his fingers. Your focus was so fixed on his hands and delicate wrists that you didn’t notice Jeonghan looking down the line casually. Glancing back up at his face, you found his eyes on you as realization hit his features before you could divert your attention elsewhere. Your jaw dropped open slightly as his eyes widened with surprise. You wondered if he was also confused as to how to handle the situation.

It was him, after all, keeping you separate from these moments of his life. It was complex because he made it so. Jeonghan had been betrayed in the past, and with his frequent trips abroad for work and his busy schedules even when he was home, he was resistant to committing. Those were the excuses he used, at least. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t questioned whether he was just avoidant of committing to you, specifically.

As you both stared at each other, a small part of you hoped he’d wave your way quickly before exiting the store. A bigger part of yourself called that smaller part of you a fucking liar because if he left without addressing you, you’d be crushed. A faint smile appeared on his mouth as he waved cutely at you. You nodded your head at him coolly, biting back a smile that had to have been beyond obvious judging from the way he chuckled at you.

Instead of leaving the store with his single bag, he backed away without pulling his gaze from you and crossed his arms over his abdomen and just… waited. He waited for the person ahead of you to finish buying their items, and when it was your turn to check out, Jeonghan shrugged at you as if to say, what are the chances? And then he stepped toward you slowly, a small smile curving on his lips once more.

“Well hello,” he whispered to you, leaning toward your ear as though the greeting was a secret. There was an edge of familiarity in his voice, despite the unfamiliar circumstance, your clandestine affair clashing under the grocery store’s fluorescent lights.

“Hi,” you smiled, a bit awkwardly, still unsure how to handle the situation. However, he didn’t seem to carry the same nervousness, the man reaching for a couple of your bags. “No, no, that’s ok, I can carry them,” you tried to refuse his help.

Jeonghan sighed before speaking your name with a smile, amusement in his breath. Smirking at him, you pulled a few of your bags off the counter. “I’m stronger than I look,” you teased, an attempt to find some comfortability. Eyes scanning his delicate features, you found yourself suppressing your desire to kiss the man like you wanted to. Like he was very much not a stranger, because he wasn’t.

��You don’t look so weak,” he tilted his head in a flirty manner, his eyes traveling along your stature as he flashed you a cheeky smile. It was the kind of smile that said, I’ve kissed up and down those arms, and suddenly you were transported back to being in your bed last week, the last time you saw him, when he did just that. It was before he got up to make you both grilled cheese sandwiches, and he was lying next to you, trailing his lips along your upper arm, complimenting how beautiful you were, his eyes heavy with sleep. The way he watched you made it seem as though he was lost in the memory too, and you wondered if he wanted to kiss you in this store too. This man, a non-stranger despite the unlabeled relationship, knows you—even in the new setting. “Just let me help anyway.”

“Fine,” you relented, nervously watching him as he scooped the groceries up and you both started leaving the store. Together. “So, this is unexpected, huh?”

“I was thinking more like a pleasant surprise,” he grinned. “I like seeing you out like this.”

Stealing a glance at him, you found him watching you with a small smile on his face as you walked down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment. He had a key to your door, you thought. Yet you were being so awkward. “What, at the grocery store?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in question.

“Outside those four walls,” he spoke quietly through a smirk. Your lips twitched slightly, despite your fight to keep the smile off your face, but you were sure he noticed anyway. There was a piece of you who found his comments so cruel, so careless, as though he was either oblivious of your feelings (which was doubtful-or really, impossible) or he simply didn’t care about toying with them. He used to be cautious, watching his words, holding certain feelings back. You used to wish he would stop being so controlled, but now you were realizing that Jeonghan speaking and acting more freely was a double-edged sword. “If I had known you needed some groceries I would have picked them up on my way over.”

“Oh, so you were on your way over?” You questioned with a scoff, but not without obvious amusement. “This is news to me.”

“I could have been,” he smiled mischievously. Speaking with Jeonghan sometimes was like communicating through riddles. There was often a second meaning to the things he said, and you were left trying to decipher them. “Or we could have gone shopping together.” So careless.

As you walked the short distance to your apartment, you allowed your mind to conjure up a scenario in which you were shopping with Jeonghan. You could picture him grabbing an extra container of ramen with the justification of, “I know you get hungry late at night.” Jeonghan knew these things about you.

You chose not to respond to Jeonghan’s comment. The idea of doing normal mundane things with him was exciting to you, as well as painful when you remembered that the terms of your situationship didn’t include picking out fruit together. You didn’t want to let him in on either of those feelings.

“Are you going to carry those bags all the way up to my apartment?” You asked him when you arrived outside the complex.

“Of course, I’m a gentleman,” he told you, flashing a flirty grin.

“That’s not the first word I’d use to describe you,” you teased him, watching as he widened his eyes playfully.

“Whoah, are you finally loosening up?” He asked, his voice light with surprise as he poked fun at the tense and awkward demeanor you sported since spotting each other in the market.

“No,” you said stubbornly, “But I can get this. Really,” you nodded at the bags.

“Hey, just let me help you,” he said more seriously. “It’s the least I can do,” he added, and you felt it was another one of those double-meaning comments.

“Your key or mine?” Jeonghan teased you when you approached your front door, making you shoot him a glare as the metal jingled in your hand.

“That’s strictly for when I don’t want to get out of bed to come let you in,” you joked as you pushed your door open and stepped inside, Jeonghan giggling as he followed behind you.

Setting your gaze on him as you both kicked off your shoes, you exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling much more relaxed. As though any remaining anxiety over your surprise run in with the man melted from your frame the moment you entered the familiar space. This was how you knew Jeonghan. You knew how to handle him here.

He lifted his eyes from the floor and caught you staring at him, though before he could question you on it, you nodded at the bags in his hand. “You can just bring those in here,” you told him, starting toward the kitchen.

When he set the bags down on the counter, he instantly began sifting through them, pulling out items and navigating your kitchen to put them away. The various snacks went in the cupboard next to the refrigerator, and when you opened your mouth to tell them, you quickly closed it again because he already knew. Of course he did. He knew this kitchen.

“Hey, you shouldn’t have bought these,” he held up the package of cookies before placing it into the shelf.

Smiling at it, you raised your eyebrows in an accusatory way. “But you finished them all last week.”

“Exactly,” he giggled cutely. “That’s why I bought them for you.” Jeonghan reached into his own grocery bag and pulled out the same cookies.

“Oh,” you grinned, walking over to him and grabbing the package out of his hands. “Now we have extras.” We. A slip of the tongue. But at the same time, there was a we. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop yourself from grouping the both of you together as a unit.

The carelessness that had developed between you both over the past several hangouts was only complicating things further, and your relief from entering the apartment started being replaced by irritation. We statements, buying snack foods for each other, flirty whispers in public, the spare apartment keys, the near confession of truth while tangled up in sheets a few weeks ago; it was all becoming too much. You wanted it all. And the more you got it, the harder it was to watch him leave again.

Jeonghan lifted his hand and settled it on your hip. The touch, despite being welcome, fuck it was so welcome, seared into your skin and shot a pain to your heart. You wanted more from him. And you didn’t know how long you could keep yourself from asking for it. Once you did that, asked for it, you would either get everything you’d been wanting or you’d have to walk away from all of this. The course of your relationship would hit a fork, leading to two different fates.

“Hannie,” you sighed, glancing down at his forearm, trailing your eyes toward his hand that was gripping your hip and pulling you closer. “What are you doing in my neighborhood?”

“I told you,” he spoke gently.

“You were coming to see me?” You clarified, doubtfully. “Be for real.”

“I was actually,” he told you as his tone became much more earnest and serious. “I wanted to talk.” Your gaze scanned his features, studying, trying to figure out his expression. “The cookies were my excuse.”

Scoffing, you shrugged at him in frustration. At him for coming over like this. At yourself for feeling happy about it. You were annoyed by his lack of commitment because this thing between you both could be so great if only he’d let it be. “What are we doing?” You asked, helpless as your shoulders slumped slightly.

“We’re talking,” he told you, his eyes full of emotion and concern at your crumbling stature.

“No, you know what I mean,” you corrected, taking a step back so his hand fell slack against his side. “Look, I know you don’t trust easily, I know that commitment is scary-” you paused for fear that the tears stinging your eyes would slip down your cheeks. “Your hurt from the past isn’t my doing.”

“I know that,” he acknowledged somberly.

“But you’ve been holding it against me,” you told him sadly. “I know you were hurt, I know it was awful and I’m so sorry that happened to you, but you’re letting someone else’s actions hurt both of us now.” His ex had been unfaithful while Jeonghan was away in another country, his busy work schedules keeping him away for too long. Its effect on Jeonghan manifested in a resistance to commit, but it wasn’t simply because he was scared of being hurt again. Jeonghan was away and busy more often than the average person due to the circumstances of his job, and he believed this to be a killer in relationships. During one of your first nights together, he had admitted that he didn’t think it was fair for him to dedicate himself to others because his partner would ultimately deserve more than he was able to provide. “I can’t really give enough. And if someone is willing to tolerate my life and put up with all the time apart, then they’re probably too good for me,” he had told you early on in your affair. The comment had broken your heart then, and it only became more heartbreaking the closer you got to him. He deserved someone to choose him. And you were trying to.

“I know,” he again accepted his fault, almost too easily. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, but I can’t carry your past on my back like that anymore,” you shook your head, feeling the first tear fall onto the apple of your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, watching as Jeonghan took a step forward before stopping himself. “I can’t. Not if you’re not going to give me access to your present and future.”

“I don’t want you to carry it,” he shook his head, his frustration with himself coming through in the way he tensed his jaw. “I-” he sighed, giving up on his words as he stared at you, disappointment in himself taking over his gaze.

“Seeing you today- it struck me that you have a whole life that I’m not a part of.” Your bottom lip trembled as you spoke, more tears gathering on your lash line. “And then you say that shit about going to the store together and how am I supposed to hear that and then not want it? I want the responsibilities with you, I want the routines, I want the mundane-”

“I want it too,” he blurted out, panic overtaking his features, the words knocking the air from your lungs. The reality of losing you, and of losing him came crashing into your minds, resulting in a moment of long overdue honesty. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for doing this to us for so long.”

Shaking your head in frustration, Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak again, desperation written in his voice and his rounded eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“We deserve better than this,” you told him sternly, a quiver in your voice. “What she did shouldn’t keep us from being happy, Hannie.”

Jeonghan took another step forward, tentative as he watched how you responded to him. When you didn’t back away, he came a bit closer so he was standing directly in front of you within arms length.

“I can’t take back the way I’ve been treating you,” he frowned. “But I need you to believe me when I say I want you to have my present and future.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” you interrupted, giving him one last chance to back out and take it all back. You couldn’t hear these words from him if they weren’t sincere.

“I mean it,” he assured you, his eyes staring deep into yours as he tried to relay his candor. He reached his hand out for yours, waiting for an ok for him to take it. Was it ok?

“Wanting something and allowing yourself to have it are different things,” you pointed out, Jeonghan nodding quickly as though he knew what you meant. Glancing down at his hand, you sighed before pushing yours forward slightly and letting your fingers brush against his own. He quickly wrapped your digits up with his own.

“I came over here to talk to you,” he circled back to the intent behind his trip to your apartment. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to say for the past week, or really month, and- can I just get this out?” You took a beat, your eyes roaming over his face before you nodded. He sighed in relief, gathering his composure a bit by standing up taller and broadening his shoulders. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this rashly. It’s not spur of the moment, I’ve been feeling this way for a long time and I apologize for the time it’s taken me to get to this point,” he started, your eyes pulling into a focused stare.

“I love you,” he said simply, his voice light but serious. Those three words, the ones you both had felt but left unspoken for far too long, sent a jolt of shock and electricity through your body. Your heart picked up speed as you stared into his pretty features, so stunning and striking. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t, and I don’t want to not tell you that anymore. That night we were in bed, a few weeks ago, I wanted to tell you so fucking bad, angel. I want to say what I feel towards you.”

“Jeonghan,” you whispered, the man shaking his head.

“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time.” You felt another tear slide down your cheek and Jeonghan squeezed your hand in response before a humorless laugh escaped his lips. “I came here intending to tell you this before any tears fell but-”

“You love me.” You finally spoke, the air returning to your lungs. His confession wasn’t news to you. You had both been in love for the better portion of your affair, but hearing the words leave his mouth marked something special. A possible new phase in your relationship. One where you both could take the risk and love each other openly, and finally commit to each other. You had met the split in the road, and he was choosing the path where a future for you and him together existed.

“I love you,” he said again, as though he couldn’t get enough of saying it now that he finally spoke them. You wondered if the words tasted like he had been sucking on a sugar cube, coating his tongue with sweetness.

“So- wait- fuck, I-” you stuttered, your thoughts floating aimlessly in your mind, being replaced with feelings of love. “What do you want then, Jeonghan?” You finally got out, searching his expression for hints that this was really happening and it wasn’t some fucked up dream.

“So much,” he gave a single breathy laugh, brushing his thumb over the side of your hand. “But really, so little. I want to walk through this door and be able to tell you I love you. I want to sleep in that bed with you for an entire night instead of leaving like an idiot. I want to kiss you when we leave for work in the morning. I want a little drawer in your bathroom and bedroom for my stuff, and I know you have a lot of shit but I want it anyway,” he interjected, a smile finally cracking through your expression as you shook your head at him in fond disbelief. “And I want the same for your things at my place. I want to go grocery shopping with you and I want to meet each other’s families, I want to tell our friends about us. I want to call you when I’m on the road and tell you I miss you, because I love you. And it sucks being away from the ones you love.”

“You’re rambling,” you giggled, lifting your hand that wasn’t held by his toward him, only to discover the cookies were still in your grasp. Rolling your eyes at the package, you set it down on the counter.

“I want to eat those with you too,” he added, nodding at the package as he wore a sweet smile.

“Are you going to allow yourself to have these things though? Like, really?” You questioned him. You wanted to believe him. And you would if he let you. You’d take his word as truth, he just had to speak them and act.

“Yes. I want you, and I want us together,” he told you. “I’m in,” he let out a breath of disbelief that he finally said it, and relief because he finally said it. “And I hope you are too.”

“Ok,” you simply said, hiding the absolute glee you felt in favor of seeing that glare overtake his features. You smiled at him as he shook his head playfully at you.

“Ok?” He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “That’s it?”

“Well I’m not going to deny you of what you want,” you beamed, watching as Jeonghan’s smirk morphed into a happy grin despite the scoff escaping his lips.

“Angel, don’t play with me right now.”

“But it’s so fun,” you whispered teasingly as he tugged you toward him. Your hand finally raised to cradle his jaw and guided his face to yours, kissing him hard. You’d kissed Jeonghan many times since, but this meeting was something different. Electricity zipped through your frame, making you push yourself further against him until there was no room left between you both. His lips worked against yours with fervor, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moaned against his mouth. And yet, the smiles you both wore made it difficult to keep up your pace, both of you too happy to conceal it.

All too soon, he pulled away with quickened breath. “Do you want all of that too?” He whispered against your lips, both of your mouths, once again, forming into grins against each other’s.

“You know I do,” you replied genuinely. “I love you, Hannie.”

“Say it again,” he grinned, his lips just barely grazing over yours, his eyelids fluttering open as he pulled away to peer at your features.

Sighing jokingly, your hand slid to the back of his neck to toy with the strands of hair that rested against his skin. “I love you,” you told him again with a soft smile. “And I want you, and I want us.”

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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago

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Winter Wonderland | KTH

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

WC: 2861

You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years.

Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet.

The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas.

This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start.

Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings.

It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him.

On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform.

“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something.

Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”

Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.

Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat.

Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face.

He was playful once.

And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going.

You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.

So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot.

You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day.

Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.

As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.

The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement.

Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one.

The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights.

Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before.

“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.

“Ah - In the kitchen!”

When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth.

Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up.

“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest.

Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter.

“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”

You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it.

“I’m okay, just… happy.”

Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible.

Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked.

As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear.

You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”

“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room.

You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table.

“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created.

His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.”

“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together.

That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness.

“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”

“But -”

Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”

You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.

But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday.

The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house.

As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs.

“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”

Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth.

Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’.

So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.

To be a kid again.

To show you the love he has for you.

But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this.

Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels.

“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky.

You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box.

No. Way.

“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring.

“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”

Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -

It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie.

The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”

The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss.

You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget.

You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent.

Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”

“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”

Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”

Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”

“But hyung -”

“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”

The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up.

“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.”

Taehyung whipped around.

Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation.

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red.

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stayandot8 · 2 years ago

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Under the Sheets

Genre: stupid-fluff, surprisingly not smut with a title like that

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: you can't tell me this hasn't happened irl.

WC: 2.3k

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I’d been waiting for this day for so long

It was the longest they'd been on tour, their stops in America taking the longest since they were continuous. It was only two weeks, but it felt like forever. We talked on the phone when he wasn’t too exhausted from their nights, the jetlag almost getting to him those first few days. We talked when he was too hyped up on adrenaline to sleep through the night, which was, unfortunately for him, way too often. I talked with him until he calmed enough to attempt to sleep. I did my best to try to dissuade him from doing any unnecessary work while he was away, claiming he was already working while he was gone. He didn’t agree very often.

But today? Today was the day they flew back home, their tour finally done and over with. They landed while I was working, my usual text from Chris appearing on my phone in the middle of my shift.

Channie ❣️: Baby I’m home!!!!!!!

The smile on my face was immediate and bigger than any I’d forced earlier that day. However, now with something to look forward to, that meant the day only went by slower and slower. By the time I’d finally clocked out for the day, it was dark out. The minute I stepped outside to breathe my first batch of fresh air in seven hours, my phone started singing to me. My ringtone for Chris was always my favorite sound.

“Hi baby! Did you miss me while I was gone?” I never got tired of his voice.

“Of course I did! I missed you the minute you left me in your bed to go to the airport.” I could hear his chuckle through the phone, his own smile evident. He always claimed I made him smile more than he did me but that was simply not true. There was no way.

“I missed you too, my love.” See? “Do you want to come over? There’s something I want you to see.”

‘’Only if you’re not tired. I thought you’d be exhausted after getting back.” My feet started the familiar route to his apartment, knowing the way all too well.

“Surprisingly, no. None of us are. So you’ll come?” I could hear the hope in his voice, as if there was a chance I would say no.

“I’m already on my way. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Wait! Before you come, can you bring some stuff with you?” I heard shouting and clattering in the background, followed by bouts of laughter. Chris shouted something I couldn’t make out, then his voice came back clearer. “Do you mind bringing some sheets and blankets with you? Go home and change into some comfy clothes and bring those with you, okay? Okay I love you and I’ll see you soon.” He hung up before I could question him, probably handling whatever broke in the background just now. Why does he need sheets and blankets though? Don’t they have enough there between the four of them? It didn’t matter. I changed course for my own apartment to change and grab the necessary supplies.

Half an hour later, I was standing outside their apartment, sheets and blankets in arms. The screaming coming from the door I was about to enter could be heard from down the hallway and I wasn’t sure what I would find when I knocked. Or if my knock could even be heard from the shouting coming from inside. I decided that texting Chris might be a better alternative and I grabbed my phone from my sweatshirt to do just that. Before I could hit send, the door flung open to Felix’s face, flushed and panting slightly. He grinned even wider and grabbed my arm to pull me inside to the dark apartment.

The entryway was blocked by a sheet hanging from the ceiling, a single light bulb so dimly lit that anyone who entered couldn’t see anything. There were more sheets from wall to wall, leaving the only way to enter was through the opening underneath about three feet high, just big enough to army crawl through.

“Felix, what-” He was already gone, his socked feet the only thing I could see as they disappeared underneath the blanket-hallway.There was a pause, then more movement as he crawled back through to poke his blonde head out. I stood there for a second.

“Come on!” And then he was gone again, the sheet swaying as he crawled back through the way he came. I dropped with a sigh still unsure of what was going on. As I inched my way through the makeshift tunnel, a world of more clothed hallways came into view past Felix, creating a maze of plaid, solid colors, and some children’s sheets with dragons and cars and baseballs, all in different displays all over the place. Some were folded, guiding me to the right where one set of bedrooms lay, most were somehow suspended in what seemed to be thin air and hanging to create more tunnels to everyone one could go in this small apartment. Each crawl space was no taller than I would’ve been on my knees, leaving no room for anyone to stand fully straight. I slowed my crawl to take it all in, just how many sheets and blankets were needed to create such a space and where on earth they got them all from.

When Felix stopped, he turned with that perfect smile of his and took the cloths from my arms and crawled faster back towards the opposite hallway.

“Hannie! I’ve got more! Let’s do Hyunjinnie’s room now!” I decided I didn’t want to know the specifics. I glanced around me to the different options laid before me. One set of sheet-tunnels was brightly lit, where Felix had just run off to. The other, straight ahead, was where the living room once sat. A soft glow from what I assumed to be the twinkling lights Hyunjin had in his room glowing through the thin sheets. I thought that would be my best course of action.

When I arrived at where the living room once was, I couldn’t help the slight awe that came over me. This space was covered well, with a thin sheet tucked behind the TV to slant as the other end was tucked behind the couch. There were indeed twinkling lights, somehow hanging from the top down, their light illuminating the space that had turned into the common place for gathering. The coffee table had been pushed to the side for more stability, another sheet pinned down and held by a large stack of books. It had been pushed to make room for the obscene amount of blankets that were spread and laid on top of one another, creating a soft, plush invitation for anyone who wanted to stay. I found a few more of the boys, including my boyfriend who was trying to hook up his gaming console to the TV there. Changbin and Seungmin were trying to help him, but seemed to be shooed away when they were anywhere near close to the console. I decided to simply take in the scene until Seungmin said my name.

“Can you please tell your boyfriend not to ask for help if he doesn’t actually want it?” Chan looked up to see me and his face lit up, dropping the cords he was holding to shuffle over to me on his knees. His black shirt was hanging around his torso with loose shorts to match. They swayed as he shuffled over at an alarming pace. He didn’t slow down as he approached and barrelled into me with so much force that we both landed flat on the floor of blankets. His arms snaked around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck and our giggles subsided. We both lay there for a moment, just wrapped up together in this makeshift fort they had made. I closed my eyes to just breathe him in, letting his scent take over every power I had left.

“I missed you.” He breathed into my ear, making me shiver. I held him as close as I could.

“I missed you more.” He laughed again, shaking his head as he retreated from my neck.

“Not possible.” He flashed me that toothy grin, forcing one to appear on my face in return. He then began to pepper kisses all over my face.

“No, it’s true,” we heard Changbin’s voice from across the room, forcing us to pause. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you the whole time in America. Everytime we went somewhere ‘oh she would love this’ and ‘oh she’s always wanted to do this’ and eventually we had to start buying him stuff to give to you so he would shut up.” My mouth fell open, Chan not able to stop himself from the blush that reached his ears as he buried himself in my neck to withstand his brother’s teasing.

“Hey! You hush!” He turned back to me as Changbin shrugged, uttering ‘it’s true though’ under his breath as he continued to help Seungmin plug in the remaining cords. Chan turned his beet-red face back to face me.

“It is true. I have so much stuff they bought for me to give to you in my room.” That earned more giggles from the both of us as he moved off me. And now that the most important thing is over…

“So what’s with the blanket maze thing?” I asked the others, following Chan to where he was now sitting in front of the couch, his back against the cushions and legs open for me to sit between. Changbin and Seungmin were now engrossed in whatever game they were playing, leaving me to direct my questions to the chest I was now back-to-front with.

“Well…” He wrapped his arms around my waist in a show of comfort. I brought my hands up to encircle them, waiting for him to finish his thought. He sighed as Lee Know came bursting through the curtain, beads of sweat littering his flushed forehead as he darted past us into the two-foot tall entryway into the kitchen, Han hot on his tail and similarly flushed and sweating. Both were beaming. My eyes were wide as I watched them giggle and shout things like ‘you get back here!’ and ‘come and get me then!’ Felix and Hyunjin came next through the crawlspace, not quite as flushed but equally as giggly. They seemed engrossed in their conversation, snippets I could hear included ‘how long do you think we can keep it like this?’ and ‘if we add another sheet there, it could bend into there.’ I left them to it, trying to figure out what could have possibly spurred this late-night excursion.

“Is this what you get when you give Han and Felix too much caffeine?”

“And then hand them over to Hyunjin? Yes.” His arms grew tighter around me as I turned back to the TV, Seungmin crashing into a wall in the game that they were playing.

“Mental note made. Don’t. Do. That.” I slowly nodded. “And where is Jeongin?”

“Oh he ran out to get more blankets. No one can shop comfort better than him, except Felix. But he seemed… preoccupied. So Jeongin volunteered. He should be back any minute now.” He placed a gentle kiss to my head, sighing deeper into me. I closed my eyes, echoing his sigh, finding my own comfort for the first time in two weeks.

“Can you guys go canoodle elsewhere? You’re making Seungmin lose focus.” Changbin’s voice carried back to us sitting behind him, our laughter doubling as Seungmin protested.

“I am not! You just need something to blame for coming in last.”

That drew Changbin’s attention back to the screen, leaving us to resume our snuggling. Felix came back to where we were when he heard the familiar noise of video games and came to see what was happening, the rest of the boys close behind. The eight of us settled around the floor, piles of blankets everywhere and inviting a rest. Hyunjin grabbed a pillow off the couch to sit beside Chan, Felix mirroring my spot between Hyunjin’s legs.

“So, why the massive blanket fort? I haven’t been in one since I was a kid. I didn’t even think to make one as an adult.” I turned so Felix would hear me clearly

“We’re called Stray ‘Kids’” he replied, the ‘duh’ expression on his face replaced by his signature smile.

“Speak for yourself, I am a mature adult.” Seungmin somehow heard, as he always did. And of course, had a response ready. That didn’t mean said response wasn’t followed by an onslaught of pillows being thrown at him, causing him to crash in his game and leading to ‘game over’ being flashed on the screen. He grumbled further, eventually crawling back through the three-foot-high space to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Okay, I’ve got more blankets!” Jeongin’s voice came through the tunnels and soon his blonde head appeared.

“Perfect! I want one!” Hyunjin, ever the glutton for comfort, grabbed the biggest blanket he could reach from Jeongin’s hands and fluffed it out over Felix and himself, tucking themselves in.

“Hey, wait for me!” Changbin scurried over to them and managed to snuggle himself into Felix’s lap, creating what had been known around the group as a

“CUDDLE PUDDLE!” Han dove for Changbin’s legs as Minho fell on top of him. Jeongin sighed as he scuttled away from said puddle as Han’s maniacal laughter began.

The rumbling against my back was my own proof of Chan’s love for the caffeine-driven affection from his members. His arms tightened even more around me.

“Thank you for being my dose of normalcy.” He whispered against my hair, kissing me again. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re just lucky you guys are so darn cute.” I placed my arms over his, squeezing them and relaxing further into his chest. I closed my eyes against the chaos happening around me, happy that my little family was finally home.

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hannie-dul-set · 1 year ago

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ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS.

p — YANG JUNGWON x gn! reader. g — fluff, comfort, videocall with wonie who's out on tour. w — none, i can't believe there's no swearing in this. 441 words.

note — back with my lovestruck idol agenda. BLURB GAME: SEND ME A PHOTO AND I'LL WRITE SOMETHING.

there’s not enough words in the dictionary to describe how jungwon feels about you.

“wonie! why aren’t you asleep yet? isn’t it like one in the morning there?”

longing floods through his veins when he sees you through his phone screen, lips pouting in concern, and he’s overcome but the violent waves of wishing to drown in your warmth, yearning for your rhythmic breaths that lull him to sleep on nights where his want for you overpowers his need for sleep.

“because i miss you? you won’t even let me call you whenever i want?”

adoration rattles him further awake when you break into a fond smile at his whines. it digs into his skin, bone-deep, until all of his senses fall into a reverie of affection-drunk daydreams of how nice it would be if he could kiss those smiling lips, of what he would give to have you laying in bed next to him, to be swallowed by your very presence.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you laugh. “i’ll talk to you until you fall asleep. you know, you gotta be up early tomorrow, right?”

he listens to each word you say, each syllable you utter with utmost devotion— memorizing the story of how you messed up making a sandwich earlier this morning like it’s prayer, committing every gasp and noise and sound you’d make in between anecdotes to reverence until his mind grows foggy, until it gets harder for him to keep his eyes open, but jungwon persists. there’s nothing more important than you. there’s nothing he worships more than you.

“wonie? ah, he’s finally asleep.”

yet all those words are still lacking.

he’s hesitant to call it love because are four measly letters really enough to encapsulate all his adoration, devotion, and longing for you? he feels as though it should be grander, greater than the ever-stretching sky and the depths of the ocean. it’s too short, too quick— too easy, but difficult to scrape out of his throat all the same. he could write tens and thousands of essays and sing perpetual voices and it still would be enough.

but when those four letters stumble from your very own lips, he’s suddenly awake again, but not entirely. alive, but paralyzed by everything he feels drowning him and lifting him up into the air at and it clicks like all those stray emotions have finally fallen into place.

“good night. love you. i’ll text you in the morning.”

jungwon longs for you. he adores you. he devotes all of his thoughts and actions and his entire person to you. yet above all—

“i love you too.”

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#my head hurts i shouldnt have went to bed at 5am again help #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #yang jungwon fluff #jungwon fluf #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #yang jungwon scenarios #jungwon scenarios

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midday0dreams · 2 years ago

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A MEANS TO AN END.

(phrase): a way of getting or achieving something.

chapter: 1

^im not sure where this is going yet, no triggers warning^

m.list

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This is getting.. weird

You thought to yourself, laying in your warm bed staring at the celling of the dark room twirling a strand of your hair like a lovestruck teenage.

But it wasn’t love you are feeling, no definitely not

Because you know what love is, you are in love with your boyfriend.. so it must be intrigue,

Yes, you’er just intrigued and nothing else…

Speaking of your boyfriend, your lovely boyfriend Jeno.

You turn to check on him,

Met by his exquisite muscular back, exquisite indeed it still a disappointment since he seems to be in a mood today.. his moody days are increasing in frequency for an unknown reason.. but naming Na Jaemin as the culprit in dragging your lover’s mood won’t be a wild guess.

Na Jaemin.. that creep

Lately he’s been invading your thoughts. He’s like water sneaking through your hardest attempts to block him out.

His tall lanky body that seems to always slouch and hang off of surfaces, his shameless stare, he’s such a puzzle.. you cut thschainn of thoughts and reach to your phone to check the time.. it reads 10:11

Damn it is still early..

Usually at the this hour you would be out somewhere enjoying the nightlife with jeno,

You sigh and toss around in the hot sheets, attempting to find a more comfortable spot.the room seems to be only getting warmer by the minute. all thanks to your boyfriend’s strong dislike for air conditioners

You’er lucky I love you

You huff and force your eyes to close in search for sleep.

A rude knock rips through the peaceful quietness, startling both you and jeno.

“I’m ordering pizza, do you guys want any?”

Jaemin muffled voice comes from behind the door, his shadow can be seen fidgeting in nervousness through the door sill.

You look at your boyfriend who is displeased to be awakened.

“no!” He answers in clear annoyance

“Ah okay” jaemin counters with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

His foot steps fade away as he walks way from your bedroom door..

You kind of forgot he had moved to live with you.

Jeno pulls the sheets and wraps himself in them and goes back to his slumber without a word..

You go back to your lousy attempts to sleep,

It must have been a long 20 minutes of tossing and turning until another gentler knock announce itself making your already grumpy boyfriend more agitated

Jeno huffs “what now?”

“Pizza is here..and umm” jaemin answers

You’er kind of amused, this is way more entertaining than fighting to keep your eyes closed

“And I thought we can watch a movie” ….”or something”

The tension hangs in the air for a minute before jeno, finally, looks your way

“You go!” he kind of orders you “he’s probably bored” he sighs and goes back top laying down

You don’t mind, as you are bored too.. you jump out of bed and head to the door.

His eyes widens for a second when you opened your bedroom door, like he wasn’t expecting it.

His dull face lights up as you drag your socks clad feet out and close the door behind you, leaving you grumpy boyfriend to soundly sleep.

The cool air feel refreshing one your skin..oh your skin

Suddenly your self conscious about your attire, or the lack of..

Your skimpy short shorts don’t cover much and the thin cotton t-shirt with no bra underneath it leave little to the imagination.

Although you’er very, very embarrassed.. it’s too late to turn back now.

And besides, jaemin is like a brother to jeno, so technically he’s like a brother to you too.

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jenosbliss · 10 days ago

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hi, can i request 1, 8, 10 enemies to lovers with haechan pls?

pairing. gn!reader x haechan | genre. fluff, enemies to lovers | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none

a/n:: i’m in love with these pics… he looks so fluffy yet damn hot!

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” you muttered, stepping over a protruding root as the dense forest seemed to close in around you.

Haechan groaned behind you, the crunch of leaves under his boots matching your growing irritation. “My idea? You’re the one who said, ‘Let’s go explore off the trail. It’ll be fun!’” He mimicked your voice in a singsong tone, which earned him a sharp glare over your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean ‘let’s get lost in the middle of nowhere,’” you snapped, brushing a low-hanging branch out of your face. “Well, congratulations,” he said, throwing his arms wide as if presenting the trees around him. “You’ve officially outdone yourself. This is a new low, even for you.”

You stopped, spinning on your heel to face him. “For me? You’re the one who got us turned around!”

“I got us turned around?” Haechan repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You’re the one who insisted we’d find a shortcut.”

“To avoid listening to you complain for another hour!”

“Well, that backfired, didn’t it?”

“You are infuriating!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air.

“And you’re dramatic,” he shot back, crossing his arms. “Seriously, I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten. Do you want me to explain how directions work with finger paints?” Your jaw dropped, and for a moment, all you could do was gape at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirking, “here we are, stuck together. Funny how life works, huh?”

“Funny,” you muttered, storming ahead and refusing to look back.

The truth was, you were scared. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the forest shrouded in shadows. The trail you’d been following had vanished hours ago, and with every passing minute, the possibility of finding your way back seemed slimmer.

You hated feeling this vulnerable—especially in front of Haechan. The two of you had spent years getting under each other’s skin, your bickering a constant fixture of your shared friend group. But this was different. This wasn’t teasing over a missed deadline or a poorly worded joke. This was real, and it left you feeling exposed in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“Slow down,” Haechan called from behind you, his tone less sharp now. “You’re going to trip over something.” You ignored him, determined not to let him see how your hands were trembling.

“Hey,” he said, closer now. “Did you hear me?”When you didn’t respond, his hand caught your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“What?” you snapped, spinning to face him. Haechan studied you for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing. “You’re scared,” he said, the words more observation than accusation.

“No, I’m not,” you lied, crossing your arms defensively. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. This sucks. But freaking out isn’t going to help.”

“I’m not freaking out,” you said, though your voice betrayed you. He stepped closer, his expression softening in a way that made your chest tighten. “Hey,” he said quietly. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Together.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone. For a moment, you didn’t see the usual smugness in his eyes—just sincerity.

“Fine,” you muttered, looking away. “But if you say ‘I told you so’ even once, I’m leaving you here.”

“Noted,” he said with a small smile.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you easing with each step. Haechan had taken the lead, scanning the trees for any sign of the trail, while you followed a few paces behind.

“I can feel you staring,” he said after a while, his voice breaking the quiet. “I’m not staring,” you lied, though your gaze immediately dropped to the ground. He glanced back over his shoulder, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Like what you see?”

Your face burned as you scoffed, “In your dreams.”

Haechan chuckled, but he didn’t push it, instead focusing on the path ahead, falling into step beside you. It wasn’t until you bit your lip, lost in thought, that his voice cut through the quiet again.

“If you bite your lip one more time,” he said, his tone low and teasing, “I’m going to do it for you.”Your head snapped up, your eyes wide as you stared at him. “Excuse me?”He turned to face you fully, his smirk firmly in place. “You heard me.”

For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath. The teasing glint in his eyes was still there, but beneath it, something else lingered—something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t ignore.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Haechan’s gaze shifted to something behind you.

“There,” he said, pointing to a faint trail winding through the trees.

Relief flooded you as you followed his gesture. “Finally,” you breathed, your shoulders relaxing. “Told you we’d figure it out,” he said, brushing past you to lead the way.

By the time the two of you made it back to the main path, the moon had risen, casting everything in a soft silver glow. The forest seemed less intimidating now, and the tension that had weighed on you all evening had started to fade.

“Well,” you said, glancing at Haechan. “I guess you’re not completely useless.”

“High praise,” he replied, his smirk returning. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the quiet night stretching between you. For the first time, the silence didn’t feel awkward or tense. It felt... comfortable.

“You know,” he said eventually, his voice quieter now. “You’re not as bad as I thought.” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it or leave it,” he said, but there was no malice in his tone—just a softness that caught you off guard. “Thanks, I guess,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Haechan stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. You glanced up at him, your breath hitching at the way he was looking at you—like he was seeing you for the first time.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re okay now, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice just as quiet. “We’re okay.”

Before you could overthink it, Haechan reached out, his fingers curling around yours bringing them to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. The gesture was simple, but it sent a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the chill of the night.

The space between you felt impossibly small, your fingers intertwined with his as he leaned in slightly. Your breath hitched as he tilted his head, his eyes flicking to your lips for just a moment before meeting yours again.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for only a second before nodding.

He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft, hesitant, and warm in a way that made your chest ache. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as if he was afraid to break the moment.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Well,” he said, his voice teasing again, “that’s one way to stop all the bickering.” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his smirk softening into a genuine smile.

As the two of you walked back to the safety of the campsite, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but think that maybe getting lost hadn’t been so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind the butterflies he gave you either.

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softsan · 2 years ago

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[11:02] - Composer!Jongho stretched his arms above his head, a yawn escaping from his mouth. He expected to spend another long night in the studio, tweaking and slightly modifying the track he’d been working on.

You sat behind him on one of the studio’s couches, scribbling any words that popped into your mind. Unlike Composer!Jongho, you weren’t a songsmith. Writing lyrics didn’t come to you naturally. You were particularly struck with the pre-chorus, unsure how to smoothly transition into the chorus while also taking into consideration how the background production changed in major.

Composer!Jongho swung in his chair, catching you biting on your bottom lip. You were stumped, your forehead creased as you tried to come up with a good rhyme.

“I think we should take a break,” Composer!Jongho announced, reaching for his phone, “How about we order some take out?”

Your eyes lit up at the sound of food. Composer!Jongho smiled to himself, finding you awfully cute.

He passed you his phone, telling you to order whatever you’d like. Composer!Jongho, in turn, reached for your notepad, inspecting what you’d come up with so far.

Composer!Jongho smile only grew in size, “Who are these lyrics about?” He inquired.

Your neck heated up, “No one,” You mumbled.”

“Liar,”

“Here,” You thrust his phone back, “Your turn to order,” You pouted.

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cherryeol04 · 2 years ago

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Green Rose

➻ Pairings: ChanBaek, Chanyeol x Baekhyun

➻ Genre: romance, vampire au

➻ Additional: fluff, cute

➻ Word Count: 2.5K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

It was early one morning, slivers of sunlight shining through Baekhyun’s parted curtains. The young male laid curled up in a small ball, swaddled by his blankets in the middle of the bed. His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but his internal clock was already telling him that it was time to get up, regardless of what the large, blaring red numbers read on his night stand. And as much as Baekhyun tried to fend off consciousness and keep himself buried in the warmth of dreamland, the warm rays of the sun is what finally stirred him enough that sleep slipped from his grasp. A soft groan left him, dark brown eyes fluttering open a few times; blurry, sleepy vision slowly correcting.

7:30AM

He was highly annoyed at the time he read. Mainly because today was his off day and while his alarm was still set, he could easily just hit snooze or turn it off and spend the morning sleeping in. He hadn’t realized how his body had already been trained to wake up early thanks to his current school semester. 8:30 AM classes all week; Psychology and Biology. At least his math class was online, because if he honestly had to take a math class so early in the morning, he would probably quit school altogether. Of course that would be the end of his life. Baekhyun shuddered at the thought of the two hour lecture he would receive from his parents, that were paying for his schooling through their life’s savings. Of which Baekhyun already felt guilty for using and was doing his best to pay back the money through the small part time jobs he could get.

A groan left him as he pushed himself up to sit in bed. One, slim hand pressed against the left side of his head, trying to calm the throbbing of the headache already forming. Today was not going to be a good day, he could already tell. With a grunt, he pushed away his covers and got out of bed, and like he did every morning, he made his way to the window and pushed open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood his aesthetically pleasing white room. The brightness blinded his eyes, however, and he closed them tightly, waiting only a few short moments before opening them once more, allowing them to get used to the new light. On the third floor of his apartment building, Baekhyun’s bedroom window overlooked the horizon to the east, facing the mountains in the very far off distance. It was always a gorgeous and breathtaking sight and he could never get over the beauty, even though he has seen the same sight for the past two years.

Following his regular routine, Baekhyun unlocked his window and began to push it up. He stopped though, when a rose caught his attention. It was just laying there, on his windowsill, as if it had always been there, like that was home. Though Baekhyun was 100% sure that the plant had not been there the night before. But what was really odd (besides the fact that there was a rose on his windowsill on the third story of a building) was that it was green. And not like an icky light green, or a puke green, or even a neon green. But a beautiful dark green. It was a color that Baekhyun had never seen before, but he truly loved it. With a slight smile, he pushed his window all the way up and locked it into position, letting in the fresh, outside air. He grabbed the rose with delicate, long fingers, cradling it in his hands as he examined it. It was pure green. There was no hint of another color inside it, as if it had been dyed. It was all green...all natural.

Or was it? Could a green rose be natural if one had never actually been seen before? Then again, maybe it was just an undiscovered species of rose. Of course that also brought up the question of how it got there. Many outrageous ideas ran through his mind. Like maybe scaling the building to set the rose there. Or maybe a magical being hovered in the air to plant the rose there? Or maybe, and this was the scariest idea, someone snuck into his apartment while he was asleep and left the rose there. That seemed more like a plausible idea though, as terrifying as it was. Baekhyun knew he could be a very heavy sleeper and it was possible for someone to come into his home and he would never know it.

A cold shiver ran down his back and Baekhyun nearly dropped the rose in his hands.The thought of someone coming in and seeing him in such a vulnerable position was so terrifying he almost didn’t want to keep the rose now. Almost. But despite his better judgment, he scavenged around his apartment until he found a suitable cup he could use as a vase and placed the rose inside, setting it on his desk. It was a pop of color in his nearly all white room. It strangely suited the place and Baekhyun kind of wanted to have more.

Baekhyun got his wish the next morning. Following his normal routine, Baekhyun was greeted with another green rose at his windowsill. It was just as gorgeous as the first and just as mysterious. How did it get there? Why was it there and who put it there? These were the questions that were constantly eating at Baekhyun. Has someone mistaken his apartment for someone else's? He wouldn’t be surprised. He didn’t consider himself anything special. He was just an average college student with an above average talent in singing, but that was about it. He never tried to overachieve, never really tried to be the center of attention (even though he had a loud and outgoing personality). He considered himself normal, lived a normal life. Who would risk their life to leave him a rose on his windowsill? It was quite confusing to him, but somehow he found it strangely endearing. The second rose found a home with the first and Baekhyun went on about his day, going to class and hanging out with his friends.

When night came, he sat on his bed in his duck pajamas, eyes trained on the window. He wondered if his secret stalker admirer would come again. Would he wake up to find another green rose, or would he be dead? He wasn’t sure and he certainly didn’t like how wild his imagination was running at the moment, but all of them were plausible scenarios. But honestly, what could Baekhyun even do? It could just be a fluke he was getting the roses and eventually the person would realize that he was leaving them at the wrong window (however he was managing to leave them), or maybe he should arm himself with a weapon in case this all was intentional and he really did have a crazy stalker.

That night, Baekhyun went to sleep with a knife tucked under his pillow and a mind filled with worry. Morning came quickly and Baekhyun was pleasantly surprised to find himself still alive. And just like the morning before, there was a single green rose waiting for him on the windowsill. Baekhyun placed the rose with the others and continued about his day. For the next month or so, Baekhyun continued to wake up to a green rose on his windowsill, which he continued to add to his collection. By the 28th rose, Baekhyun was starting to really wonder who was leaving these roses and why. He was pretty sure it was no longer someone sneaking into his apartment to leave the roses. Especially when he made sure to deadbolt the locks every night. One night he even moved his dresser to block the door so no one could and still there was a rose left. It was a mystery to him, a freaky mystery. And to add weirdness to this mystery, Baekhyun also noticed that the roses never died. Sure he filled the vase with water and left the roses near the window for sunlight, but he never did any real tending to them. They should have died, but they didn’t. They were just as bright, perky and alive as they were the first day he found them. It was interesting if not a little creepy.

Curiosity was finally getting the best of him and Baekhyun decided that this would be the night that he would stay up late. He would wait, in the darkness, by the window to see who was leaving him roses and finally confront him about it. His plan was half decent enough, or at least he thought it was. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong. So that’s what he did. As night fell, Baekhyun turned off his lights in his room and took a seat next to his window. He wanted to be close, but not too close where he could possibly be caught, because that would just ruin it all. If whoever it was saw him before they left the rose, Baekhyun may never actually solve the mystery of the green rose. Resting his head on the wall, waiting as patiently as his patient little butt would allow him, but by two in the morning, he was already falling asleep. With one passing look at the clock, he noted to himself it was only 2:30 in the morning, and slowly darkness enveloped him.

He was shaken from his sleep by a slight chill. It started on his cheek and slowly traveled downwards, making him shiver slightly. It was pulling him from the warmth of his dreams and as he became aware, he realized it almost felt like wind blowing on him. And while he knew he was at his window, he didn’t remember leaving his window open. So did that mean…?

Eyes snapping open, Baekhyun was greeted with an open window and once more on his windowsill, there was a green rose, laying neatly on top of it. But unlike the other 28 times, this time there was a piece of paper tucked neatly under the rose. With a shaking hand, he reached out and grabbed it carefully. Laying the rose in his lap, he unfolded the paper and read over the few, short words that were written.

‘We’ll meet soon, Baekhyun.’

Baekhyun’s eyes slowly moved back to the window, staring out into the dark of the night, skies only illuminated by the artificial light of the street lamps below. Indeed, there was someone who was really leaving him these roses every night. Someone who knew how to scale a building up 3 stories without being seen or heard. A person who knew his name, yet he was almost sure he had never met this person before. The stalker idea came back full force, but once more his rational side wasn’t fully convinced. Wouldn’t this person have already tried to be with him or kill him or done something more than just leave roses? Didn’t stalkers usually want their victims to know who they were and why they were stalking them? This honestly didn’t make any sense to Baekhyun.

It just continued to leave him confused. He let out a tired sigh and slowly stood, the rose tumbling to the floor. He stared at it for a moment, not really seeing it, but just staring. His mind went blank, as if in a trance, but as quickly as it started, it stopped and he snapped out of it. Shaking his head, he bent down and picked up the rose, holding it in his left hand while he closed the window and locked it once more with his right hand. He made his way to his desk and placed the rose in his makeshift vase of a cup with the other roses before shuffling his way to the bed. Crawling in, he slipped under his covers and curled himself up into a ball and laid there, letting sleep once more overcome him.

The following night, Baekhyun was determined to stay awake and meet this mysterious man. So instead of going to class that day he stayed at home and slept for as long as he could, which was only until the late afternoon. However, armed with the most sugary drink he could find, he set himself up once more by the window and stared out into the darkness. He made it till about one in the morning before his eyes started growing heavy once again. He tried to keep himself awake with more sugar (candy and soda), but he couldn't feel their effects like he had at the beginning. He struggled for nearly an hour to keep his eyes open, but eventually he succumbed to sleep, eyes closing with one last blurry look to the window. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep or what actually woke him back up, but something did. Sleepy eyes opened and he looked around confused for a moment before he realized what was happening in front of his face.

The window was opening. And it took all of his strength not to just jump up right then and there and see what was going on. Baekhyun realized that his nightly visitor wasn’t aware that he was awake yet, so Baekhyun was going to sit there and wait, at least until the window was fully open. It was an agonizing three seconds but the window was eventually open and Baekhyun saw the hand reaching through, green rose clutched into thick fingers. It was a quick movement, Baekhyun wasn’t even aware that he thought it, but he grabbed the wrist and pulled. The green rose fell from his fingers, a head coming through his open window and he was greeted to the site of the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was in shock and awe that this man was the one who was leaving roses on his windowsill. Speaking of which….

Baekhyun stood and moved closer, trying to see what the other was standing on in order to get to his third story window, but saw nothing. Nothing but just this man. How was that even possible? A deep chuckle left his visitor and Baekhyun found his hand removed from the other’s wrist. “Seems we finally meet.” His voice was so deep, it sent shivers down Baekhyun’s spine. “But unfortunately I can’t stay to chat. Maybe another time.” The male ducked back out of his window and Baekhyun gasped, rushing forward, hands pressed on his windowsill.

“Wait!” he called, but there was no one there. No sound. Nothing. It was like the man had never been there. His nameless visitor had appeared and like a ghost, had disappeared into the dark of night, leaving more questions than answers in his wake. He was handsome, with beautifully thick fingers. His voice was deep, almost melodic and Baekhyun was craving to hear more.

“I don’t even know your name.” The words barely passed his lips before he heard a whisper, from the familiar voice and for some reason it gave him a sense of hope. Hope this wouldn’t be the last time they would meet and like promised, next time, they could do more than just stare at each other.

“Chanyeol.”

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homocidal00 · 2 years ago

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Dazai as a parent is both horrifying and heartwarming, but god yes, that man would throw the absolute worse temper tantrum if you gave more affection to his kid than him -_-

Amazing work, take care<3

Being jealous of their child

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Comfort

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Shitty parenting (like, for real), bsd men/reader being childish af

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: As you know I'm a sucker for fluffy romantic shit so-

Btw C/N stands for Child's Name

They're the one who gets jealous

↳Nikolai

From the moment you announced your pregnancy to him, Nikolai knew his life was about to turn into a horrifying nightmare. How the baby was going to have his share of attention from you, how your love was going to be divided between him and the baby; it was definitely an unpleasant event.

But things got a little better when the baby was born.

When the small, whiney creature was placed into his arms, he immediately stopped crying and his tiny lips curled up into a open mouth smile, making his teethless gums visible; like he could recognize his father's aura. Nikolai pouted at the sight.

That stupid baby.

That stupid adorable baby.

His baby.

Suddenly things weren't that bad anymore, because his mind started wandering around the imagination of him and his son, running away from angry Sigma as they held each others hand and giggled. They could annoy Dos-kun together, they could play pranks on people and laugh at their stupid faces when they realized what was happening. His son looked just like him, and no one could resist those big glassy golden eyes of his.

He could teach his little Dove how to fly, alongside him.

At that moment Nikolai suddenly felt butterflies flying in his stomach, but he forget an important point;

that his son took after him and he, was a jerk.

"Mommyyyyyyy! Dad ate all the cookies again!"

The words of your son made you look up to your husband who was sitting on the couch watching TV, and raise your voice a bit.

"Nikolai! Again? How many times have I told you not to eat the cookies I bake for C/N?"

Nikolai stared at your sons innocent face for a while, before looking back to you and pout. "Why not?" "Because you eat them all at once and I have to get my ass kicked making them again!"

C/N stood behind you as he gazed at his father. He always looked so innocent, so pure, so angelic; but not with that evil smile on his face; The evil smile that you've never seen, because he doesn't plan on showing you.

The little beast was watching him closely to rat him out.

Nikolai slowly sank into the couch as an idea popped into his mind. If that little beast could play dirty, then why wouldn't he show him a little bit of what he's actually capable of?"

"It's just that... You know what? Never mind" "What? What is it?"

You stared at your husband who was fighting back a smile with curiosity, taking a few steps to approach him.

"What is it baby? You know you can tell me anything" You said while sitting next to him, tucking his hair behind his ear. Nikolai sighed at your motion, and tried to avoid your gaze as he started talking.

"It's just that... I've been feeling a little left out lately, and... Ever since C/N was born... You haven't given me any attention. It just feels like... that... you don't love me anymore" "What? That's not true, baby! I love you both equally!" "Oh really? Then how come you never bake any cookies for me? They were used to be all mine! And what happened to our date nights? Hm? All gone when the baby came into our lives!"

You slowly became sad at his words. He was right. Things changed so much since your baby was born, and they weren't all good changes. Maybe you were focusing on your son a bit too much, to the point that you forgot about the love of your life. How unforgivable.

"Kolya... I'm so sorry... I guess I didn't realize how hard things must have been on you... But I promise I make up for it! I love you more than anything in the world after all. I-"

"More than him?" Nikolai looked directly into your eyes that got widened from his question. "What?" "I said, do you love me more than C/N or not?" "I... Well I can't choose-" "Yes or No, Y/N?"

You paused for a few second, before taking a glance at your son from the corner of your eyes and getting closer to your partner, Whispering in a really quiet tone. "Yes... Of course I love you more than him. You're my other half, after all"

He knew you didn't mean it. He found out about it the day you refused to have an abortion and decided to keep the baby, but this was enough for him; enough to teach his brat of a son a lesson.

"Good" Nikolai smiled as he used to do back when you first met, and opened his arms for you. "Now, a hug would be a good start to make up, hmm?"

"Sure, baby; sure" You slowly leaned to his embrace, missing the sight of him taking his tongue out and show the middle finger to your son, who was raising his fists to threaten him that he'll get back at him for this.

↳Dazai

"I want to marry you when I grow up, mom!"

C/N slowly hugged you and placed a small kiss on your belly, since it was the only place his lips could reach without help. You chuckled while running your fingers through his hair, smiling at your son which was literally the smallest version of your dearest husband.

"But baby! What are we going to do about your father then? Daddy will be sad if you take his wifey away from him. Don't you love your daddy?"

C/N's face turned sad a bit as he thought about his father being away from you. The little one was aware of how deeply his dad was in love with his mom, how he always wrapped his arms around her, trapping her in a long hug the minute he got home. Dad was crazy about mom, always had to be touching her in some way, always kissed her forehead gently before staring at her with his love struck eyes... it was the reason why he wanted to marry his mom after all;

His cute little mind was expecting a life like this in the future, marrying someone he was head over heals for and form a happy family with her.

"I... I love daddy but... I love you more! Besides, daddy can come to our wedding if he wants to!"

"Oh really?!"

the sudden appearance of your husband made you both draw back in shock, and turn to the door just to see him peeking through the door with a not exactly delighted expression.

"D-Dad? How long how you been standing there?"

"Long enough to witness this brutal act of betrayal!" He said dramatically as he always did, slowly walking toward you to place his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes at him and subconsciously sank into his warmth more, making him smile a bit harder.

"Now now, C/N; Do you think you have a chance with my Belladonna?"

The boy looked over how your figure was sticking to Dazai's as if he was your savior, and a small sulk appeared on his face. "Why not? I'm more handsome than you are!"

"HUH!"

Dazai gave him a challenging gaze while he tightened his grip on your waist, smirking at his kid knowing he was going to end up crying in his bedroom.

"Then let me make it clear for you"

His confident tune made you shoot him a suspicious glance and protest to him arguing with his own child, but your voice was immediately cut off by your own shock from being lifted up into the air.

"OSAMU WHAT ARE YOU-"

"This is my Belladonna! You see her? She's my wife! My one and only love in this cruel world! I'll do anything for her! I'll protect her from anything! And I'll never let anything come between me and her! Not even you, you little brat!"

It was a matter of time before your sons shocked face burst out into gloom "Waaaaaaa daddy is so mean I hate you!"

He covered his face with his tiny hands while running off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself as his sobbing became louder.

You raised your eyebrows at your stupidly handsome husband.

"Happy now?"

Not that he needed to say anything though; the answer was written all over his gorgeous face. "Oh Yeah, Definitely"

↳Ranpo

Your red nails looked so majestic running around in those dark brown hair like that, slowly massaging the skin as you smiled down at, well, someone who was not him.

Ranpo sulked as his sharp gaze targeted you and C/N, who had his head laid on your lap while listening to your easy riddles that he could answer in a blink of an eye.

"So, another one. There are two doors. Behind one of them is a lion who hasn't eaten anything in two weeks, and behind the other one is a lab full of poisonous gas. If you had to open one, which would be your choice?"

"If I answer that correctly, would you give me more ice cream as reward?"

"Of course! My clever boy deserves all the sweets in the world!"

"Yay!" C/N smiled as he looked at you with excitement. "Then, I would open the door with a lion behind it, cause the lion is dead after being starved for two weeks!" "That's right! Mwah* You're my little detective! I'm so proud of you baby!" "Then can you add some cookies to the reward too?" "Sure! If you do all your homework" "Ok then!"

C/N got up and ran to his room to finish his math homework. You sighed, letting your head rest on the wall behind you, when you suddenly felt something on your lap.

"Ranpo? What are you doing?" You watched him with surprise as he tried to avoid your gaze by tilting his head to the other side.

"Ask me" "What?" "Ask me to solve riddles for you too!"

His flushed cheeks and whiney tune finally hit you. Oh! So your thirty year old husband was being jealous of his own son! How... expected of him.

"So you want more ice cream as well?" You decided to play dumb as you seized the opportunity to tease him a little bit, but he saw through you, as always. "No! I want you to praise me like you praise C/N! I can solve harder riddles than him! I'm the best detective in the world! not him!"

You wished you could say his nagging and childish behavior made you question your life choices, but unfortunately, those were actually the reasons why you fell for this adorable man in the first place.

"Fine baby, you're the best the detective in the whole world" You slowly placed a kiss on his forehead, slowly massaging his temple to make him blush even harder.

"Even better than him?" "Even better than him"

Ranpo let out a "Hmph" sound before looking back to you, and pouting at your satisfied expression.

"Y/N?" "What is it baby?" "I still want more cookies and Ice cream as reward, and they have to be more than his share"

You're the one who gets jealous.

↳Fyodor

This is wrong.

This is stupid.

This is childish.

This is illogical.

But this is still how you feel.

You're jealous of how your daughter is all curled up in his lap and he's so cool about it like it's nothing. Why isn't he shooing her away? Why? Then why is he always rejecting you whenever you get clingy while he is working?

You didn't want him to reject her. You just...

Felt left out.

"Look, daddy! It's me and you!" C/N chuckled as she held the paper up so her father could see it, but it was a bit too high and literally three centimeters away from his face.

"Oh, it's really pretty sweetheart" He said as he took the paper from her tiny hands, while caressing her pigtails with his other hand. The drawing was messy, but its cuteness could definitely make up for it. However, There was something missing; an important thing.

"Where's your mom then? You didn't draw her" He replied, slowly tilting his head to the front to meet his child's purple eyes that took after his. Her cute pigtails were kinda getting in the way of his vision, but they were too cute to shake off.

"Oh? I drew mommy earlier, But she was still caught up with housework so she told me to leave her alone until she's done. She promised she'll come see it later!"

Fyodor raised his head to look at you, but was met with an empty sofa instead. You were here a while ago, where did you suddenly went off?

"Darling, wait here. I'll go check up on your mom. Don't touch anything before I come back, ok?"

"Ok!"

Fyodor didn't see you leaving, but he had no trouble guessing where you were.

He found you in your shared bedroom, your coiled figure on the bed as you were hiding under the blanket. The sound of those familiar footsteps made you cautions, but you weren't planning on greeting him as you used to do.

Sure, housework.

"Myshka?"

Silence.

"Honey?"

Still silence.

He remained still, making you wonder if he was planning on something which was rather expected of him;

but the unexpected thing was how his arms suddenly wrapped around you as he crawled under the blanket.

"Hm! So, she's actually sleep" He whispered next to your ear, smiling softly while his thumb gently caressed your cheeks that were slightly red from... the warmness of the room? You wished he would think that way.

"Too bad... I wish she could join us in the living room"

The smile you were struggling to fight back finally beat you as it appeared on your face, but you were still not going to give in.

"Dear, may I say you're pressing your eyes a little too hard for someone who's actually sleep?" "No you may not, and I am sleep you're just being paranoid" "Absolutely! How can I question it when you're telling me yourself?" He teased, pulling you closer to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, which was his one last move to surrender you; and your open eyes was proof that he succeeded.

"Hmph! You waked me up" You pouted, sinking into his embrace. He's chin was on the top of your head, fingers going through your silky hair as he inhaled the delightful aroma of your chocolate scented shampoo.

"My apologies, dear; what would you suggest to make up for it?" "Cuddles...? If... if you have time...? I mean, you looked like you have plenty a while ago!" Your sullen voice made him chuckle and press you in his arms a bit harder. "Of course. I always have time for you, wifey~" "Fedya!"

He knew how to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, he definitely did.

↳Chuuya

"So, which one of us do you like the most? Me or her?" You looked at your husband as you raised your eyebrows, daring him to choose the other option on the table, which was your daughter who was also standing next to you, with the same pose.

"Uh... I love you both equally?" He smiled thinking he just saved himself, but your dissatisfied expressions made it clear that this was not over yet. "That's not true! You have to pick one!" "Yes daddy! Tell mommy that you like me more than her!"

The little one held the bottom of his coat as he looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to manipulate him into choosing her; but the thing was that your sharp gaze was more powerful than those bluebell eyes of hers.

"I can't choose between you! You're both my girls!" "That's it, I'm sleeping in the guest room" "NO WAIT-"

Chuuya suddenly shifted you up with one hand as he did the same to C/N, pulling both of you back onto his lap. The cocky smirk on his face was more visible than usual, but you couldn't blame him because you were also shocked from how he was able to do such things without wasting any energy.

That handsome bastard.

"See? I have enough strength to hold both of you in my arms, and my love is no different~" He smiled, placing a kiss on C/N's cheek to prove his point. "There's enough love for the both of you. You're my favorite people in the whole world, ok? There's no need to fight over this! I'm all yours"

You sighed, picking his hat up to pull his ponytail.

"That was nice, but..." "Owww!" "Still not the right answer" "Damn it!"

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