#golden child fluff

[nonranghaes]

bomin doesn't let you go. most mornings, he does, reluctantly, but this morning is special because neither of you have to work. so when you get up to go, well, anywhere, he's catching you by the wrist and pulling you back into his arms. he's too tired to be awake this early, and if he's too tired, then he knows you are, too. such is the life of two people who try to sleep in whenever they can (he thinks you're his perfect match sometimes because of it).

"no." he's grinning, pressing a kiss against the side of your face. he's as little more awake than he wants to be, but he'll doze right back off when you're cuddling with him.

and you just mumble incoherently, drawing up his hand from where his fingertips have grazed your collarbone so that you can kiss the side of it. "i'll be right back," you murmur, untangling yourself from him.

he sighs, and lets you go before curling back up. yet it takes more than a few minutes, and by the time he lifts his head, he sees you carrying a bag with tissue paper crinkling a little inside of it. the mattress dips underneath your weight as you crawl back in, dropping it in front of him.

and he just picks it up, dropping it right onto the nightstand. "later." he says, opening his arms up. "let's go back to sleep."

"but--" you pout, but it doesn't last long. with a sigh, you move under the blankets again, slowly snuggling into his embrace. "fine. but you have to act extra impressed for me."

he snorts just a little, and kisses your skin one more time before shutting his eyes. "i will."

but he feels the way you smile against his own skin, pressing your own tiny kiss against his neck. "happy birthday, my bomin."

[kazumaple]

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 : ̗̀➛ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟! 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱! 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

genshin impact - yoimiya, baby you’re a firework! - haikaveh, summertime sadness  - haikaveh, born to die - haikaveh greek god headcanons - (wip) alhaitham, mirage of whispering petals

optional bias!

- cupcakes, high school!au - privacy, married couple!au - privacy (2) married couple!au - now or never, enemies!au - cherry, highschool/enemies!au

golden child! - now or never, kim jibeom

verivery! - you, clouds, rain, jo gyehyeon - rest, bae hoyoung - melancholy tears of sadness, lee dongheon 

requested!

- bling bling, the boyz, hyunjae

the reader is always gender neutral unless specified otherwise. thanks for checking out my blog ♥

[starry-nights-garden]

Golden Child Reaction ✧ Making them blush

✧ Golden Child all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction, established relationship AU ✧ warnings: none

Daeyeol:

it’s a normal evening when you’re going out on a normal date with your boyfriend Daeyeol

really, nothing is unusual about the occasion at all - you’re looking forward to seeing him and to spend the next few hours with him, just like you usually would

since you’re going out for dinner, you pick out a nice outfit, paying attention to detail, but otherwise you get dressed without any second thought

when he finally rings your doorbell to pick you up and you let him in however, he seems flustered

he can’t take his eyes off of you, and there’s a rosy blush dusted onto his cheeks before he can finally make himself speak in order to say hi to you

“Wow, I just… you look amazing." 

he causes you to get flustered too with his reaction, and after giving you a peck on the lips, he’s right back at staring at you

keeps telling you how beautiful you are to him throughout the evening and finds himself blushing at you time and time again

Y:

he’s had a long day, so when he finally comes home late at night you immediately notice how out of energy he is

he won’t forget about saying hello to you and giving you a kiss as he always does when coming home, but after that he quickly disappears in the bathroom to wash up, wanting nothing but to sleep asap

you find yourself feeling sorry for him, as it’s rare to see him so out of energy

so when he comes out of the bathroom about ten minutes later with his hair still wet, you take him by the hand and make him sit down somewhere

"Babe, I need to dry my hair…” - he tries to protest, but you can tell he’d rather just fall asleep right then and there

so you bring the blow dryer from the bathroom, telling him that you’ll do it for him, and without leaving him a choice to refuse, you get to work

he’s taken by surprise by the nice gesture, and having you running your fingers through his hair while drying it for him feels heavenly to him

warmth spreading in his chest, he eventually finds himself blushing, and when you’re done he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap to thank you and to share a few sleepy kisses with you

Jangjun:

he’s supposed to attend a friend’s wedding and asked you to help him pick out a suit to wear

and it wouldn’t be Jangjun if he didn’t thoroughly check himself out in the mirror after every outfit change :’)

“I look really good in this.” - shamelessly compliments himself and then turns around to let you have a proper look too

and you would’ve cringed at his attitude or made fun of him for it, if it wasn’t for the fact that you find yourself agreeing

he’s wearing a classic black suit, and you can’t help but think he looks even more handsome than usually right now

and the expression on your face as you marvel at his looks alone is enough to make him uneasy, but when you actually compliment him he immediately denies it, his ears taking on a deep shade of red

“Ah, what are you saying! I’m not that handsome… I didn’t mean that earlier, you know that!" 

very awkward and flustered about your reaction to the point he eventually just pulls you in for a kiss so at least you won’t look at the state he’s in for a few moments :’)

Tag:

you’re hanging out together in your room, when once again his mind latches onto a topic he just can’t shut up about

excitedly rambles on and on as you listen to him talking about his seemingly never ending train of thought

you think it’s cute how he gets so carried away, and you find yourself listening to him intently, even though you’re not entirely sure if you understand all that he’s telling you about 

that’s until eventually he stops himself and apologizes, forcing himself to wrap up

you tell him it’s okay, you like listening to him talk, and also you find it very cute

that’s when he’s suddenly speechless, a deep blush creeping onto his face

"I-I’m not cute!!” - stutters repeatedly as he complains about you calling him cute

really, he’s just so flustered by your words that he doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings

“What are you saying? I’m not cute - you’re cute!!”

this somehow turns into a fight over who’s cuter, until eventually you both notice how stupid the argument you’re having is, and you simply burst out laughing

Seungmin:

you’re spending a lazy afternoon together, cuddled up on the couch with a movie you’ve both been wanting to watch for a while

however, it turns out less fun than you imagined it to be, so as you find yourself getting bored, you decide to turn your attention to your boyfriend

you place a peck into his neck, causing him to pull up his shoulder and to move away from you because of the ticklish feeling

his reaction amuses you, so you continue scattering little pecks in his neck that eventually turn into lingering kisses

“W-what are you doing?” he eventually asks, stumbling over his own words

when you look up to shoot him a mischievous grin, you discover the light blush that has appeared on his face

and now you’re suddenly feeling shy too, because you don’t see your boyfriend blushing often in the first place

so eventually you just wrap your arms around him and go back to cuddling with him, as both of you are trying to calm down your fast beating hearts

Jaehyun:

you’ve been having a few stressful days lately, so when one day you come home and you find that your boyfriend must’ve cleaned your apartment for you, you feel thankful

it’s not that you couldn’t have done it on your own, but you feel relieved that you won’t have to worry about this for a few days now

you find him relaxing on the couch with his phone in his hands, and he looks up as soon as he notices you

you thank him for helping you out, your hand finding its way to the top of his head to gently ruffle his hair in a gesture of affection

“I hope I did everything right,” he says as you sit down next to your boyfriend and snuggle up to him

and now you notice the way he’s blushing at your earlier action

teasing him about it, you pat his head again, watching his blush deepen in amusement, while all he can do is whine at you and then eventually surrender to your touch

Jibeom:

originally he was trying to fluster you

but you know your boyfriend well enough by now, and it’s not the first time he attempts something like this

he sneaks up to you from behind, planning to surprise you with a few kisses scattered in your neck

however, as you can hear his footsteps approaching you, you decide to turn the situation around on him

so you quickly spin around on your heels as he’s almost there

he raises his eyebrows in surprise, about to sigh in disappointment because his plan failed

that’s when you press a sudden kiss onto his lips, and when you pull away you can see a slight blush dusted onto his cheeks

“Ah, what is this…” - Jibeom takes a step back, raising his hand to his face in a sorry attempt to hide his blush

looking at anything but you, he tries to calm his racing heart, but in the end he has to admit that it’s no use

will eventually just give up, and when you kiss him again, you can feel his lips readily melting against yours

Donghyun:

it’s your one month anniversary when you decide that you want to do something romantic for your boyfriend

you feel like so far he’s been taking care of you more than you were able to return the favour - always making sure you feel comfortable and safe with small gestures

so you feel it’s about time you properly showed him your gratitude - and what better way than to do it traditionally, with a bouquet of flowers?

so when he invites you over for dinner to celebrate the occasion, you pick out flowers you think he’ll like, and when you show up at his door with the bouquet hidden behind your back all secretively, he quickly catches onto the fact that you planned something

however, as soon as you hold the flowers out to him, his expression changes to genuine surprise

it takes him a while to register that you went out of your way to get him such pretty flowers, and as a broad smile appears on his lips he can’t help but blush

“Thank you… ah, I didn’t expect this…” - he’s not sure how to express just how happy the gesture makes him, so eventually he simply pulls you into a tight, warm hug

Joochan:

you take him completely by surprise when you suddenly burst into the room as he’s just trying to watch tv at the end of the day to unwind

he was spacing out while staring at the screen, so you startle him pretty badly, but you don’t let that bother you

instead, you burst out in a song from a musical he recently starred in

you had been joking about how you wanted to learn that specific song, and though you’re far from singing it as well as he does, you still wanted to show him your progress

and now that it’s dawning on Joochan what’s happening, he bursts out laughing

seeing him like this, you can’t keep it together for long, eventually just laughing along with him instead of singing

he gets up to take you by the hand, taking the lead as you finish the song together

and only now do you realize there’s a blush on his cheeks as he excitedly smiles at you

pats your head and praises you for learning the song all on your own

and then he’ll start singing the next song, making you dance along to the tune, turning this evening into an unplanned late night karaoke-session to have fun with you

Bomin:

this guy is somehow always on top of any situation, so in order for you to even get a chance at making him blush you need him to have his guard down first

admittedly it’s usually him who flusters you - so at some point you decide it’s time for you to turn the tables around!!

that’s why you make a plan

when one day he comes home from work late and exhausted, you take your chance and you approach him while boldly flirting with him

and well, he’s not exactly blushing now, but he sure is flustered, not knowing what to do with this new situation

lets you approach him and eventually the tiredness has him melting against you in a long, slow kiss

and when you pull away for air for a second, you almost grin to yourself as you notice that the tips of his ears have turned red

however, a moment later you feel his lips on yours again

needless to say, your plan is soon to be forgotten as you continue sharing sweet kisses

[sxcret-garden-archive]

So I see the tags are very dry, but is anyone still interested in reading golcha fics? Because I'm considering writing for them.... 👀

[sungyoondiary]

Waiting For Sungyoon

The idea: a series of weekly drabbles until he comes back from his military service.

Notes: These are mostly under 1k words, fluffy drabbles portraying small, loosely connected episodes from the relationship of Sungyoon and the reader. I am imagining the reader to be female for this project. The episodes can be read separately or in order. Currently accepting suggestions for what scenes to include!

Starting late: July 8, 2023. Ending: September 19, 2024.

Updates: usually on every Saturday, exceptions are holidays (then I'll post on the actual days instead on the weekend) and if I get too busy.

[chaosandmarigolds]

tf!141 in EMS class setting, but office show format? You get me? Based off real conversations. AGAIN teehee!!!!)

Johnny, Kyle, and Simon sitting at their table together- they’re inseparable, the teams have been split up five times this semester and they fight to stay together. kyle, looking at his book: ok so an ectopic pregnancy would present as lower localized abdominal pain-

Johnny, baffled: huh??? simon; mate did you read the chapter?

Johnny: it was-it was just-

Kyle: …gastrointestinal and gynecology emergencies.

Johnny: and gynecology is the female-

Simon: oh my god we’re going to kill all of the patients.

Farah, from her table: …

(For the record Johnny was able to answer all of the questions with ease, he’s just that smart)

[shhh-secret-time]

The soulmate AU fic’s are so cute 🥹🥹 I’m so incredibly in love with your writing! The Stan fic made me giggle so much 💙💙 HE IS PERFECT

I’d love to request one for Kenny if you’re not totally sick of the soulmate stuff 😂🩷

Anon. I need you to listen to me carefully. I will never, ever, be tired of soulmate stuff.

In fact, that's it. You're getting the softest Kenny fic of your life! Maybe

Warning: Body Horror, Blood, Injury, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxiety, a bit of depression. Violence.

Pairing: Kenny x GN!Reader

One of your favorite lessons growing up was the time your class learned about plants. You and your fellow classmates all sat at your desk with a little pot of soil to call your own. It didn't mean much to you at first, but as the class went on and the teacher her lesson it began to sink in.

This was life.

You remember going starry eyed as she pressed the smallest little seed into the dirt and poured a little water onto it. This woman had introduced you to something so simple yet so beautiful. How a little sunlight and a little bit of water could grow into something so gorgeous. So, you dedicated the next few months to that little seed. Staying awake late at night whispering secrets to it like an old friend, making sure it was nice and watered.

Needless to say, you cried when your little plant didn't sprout as quickly as everyone else's. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong. Your teacher tried to reassure you that you were doing fine.

Your name falls from her lips as she helps you wipe the tears from your eyes. "You're not doing anything wrong. Plants can be complicated. Some take a little longer than others but there's nothing wrong with them or with what you're doing!"

At the time she was talking about the plant, but as you got older the words stuck with you. And maybe she really was just talking about the little seed, but as you got older it got harder to not apply it to people.

You watched as people took to their own colors, growing and being shaped by the world around you. Some grew thorns, others grew branches. Most planted their roots, souls intertwined with the small town of South Park.

So why did it feel like you were the only one still in the ground, barely sprouting?

You're not doing anything wrong.

God, you wish you could believe her.

But it was hard when you were so overwhelmed with comparing yourself to the others. You weren't athletic like Stan or Red. You weren't top of your class like Kyle or Wendy. You didn't have the charm of Jimmy or Nichole. No, you were just you. What was special about you?

Kenny McCormick could. The blond could write a book on all the things that made you special. Pages filled with how kind you were, how you lit up every room you walked in even if you didn't realize it. If he was a smarter man, he'd probably find a way to compare you to some sunrise. Something beautiful!

Instead, all he can come up with is a dandelion. You may not be the most exotic plant in a flowerbed, but you were beautiful. Like dandelions you were everywhere to him. Under the gentle rays of the sun, pushing through the cracks of the sidewalk; brightening up his day. He saw you on the side of the road waving to him with a gentle sway, yellow petals beckoning him over. He saw the way you stretched up and up past the others eventually changing to those puffy little white balls.

But he's not a smart man, and on top of that he had a reputation. Kenny loved people, he loved that people loved. He loved his three asshole friends; he loved them more than they deserved. He loved his sister, the best thing to ever come from his parents, and that included him. Sometimes that love came out a little too much, he just had so much of it to give. Because like you, Kenny never really felt like he was good enough.

In a world of soulmates, love was hard. If Kenny caught ink on skin that seemed to change, or paragraphs of words on people's arms, he knew that his love would just be temporary for them. He often wondered if you had anything like that. Maybe a tattoo somewhere on your body that would indicate who your soul was bound to. The thought would keep him up at night because no matter how many times he checked; Kenny never saw ink. Never saw pictures or words with someone's thoughts. Stan and Kyle always were the lucky ones.

Lucky people don't lie in a dirty alley with their sides split open. Lucky people don't have to clench their sides to try to stop their blood from slipping out of them.

How could he be so careless? He'd done this song and dance for years now, ever since he was old enough to throw a fist and really make it hurt. Some nights it felt like this was the only thing he was good at, taking a hit and getting back up. Kenny McCormick was the world's punching bag.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and God it felt so good. To just let his eyes rest for a moment, he's been running on Monday's sleep, and it was fucking Wednesday. A small part of him thought about just letting sleep take him, how would it be different than his room?

Oh, but Karen.

And those guys trying to mug that poor woman, yeah, they were still a thing.

Kenn- no Mysterion pulls himself to his feet, the long purple cape hides his shaky legs. Yeah, Kenny might be the world's punching bag, but Mysterion fucking hits back. The dark purple gloves, now stained with a dark red, press into the wound trying to staunch the flow. His vision was getting dizzy, but he wasn't seeing black yet. He still had time before he'd wake up in bed again. Just enough time to break a few bones.

Meanwhile across town you sat in the living room of your small apartment, whatever YouTube video playing in the background. A nice little book rests in your hand, it was a quiet night for you. Most of them were as your apartment was just you and your little cat, the chunky little lady rest by your feet happily purring, just content to be around you. Well, you, your cat, and your plants. Right beside you were pots filled with various plants you'd grown over the years. From seasonal flowers to three different shaped bonsai trees, to various colored succulents, and finally your favorite Orchid. The beautiful purple flower had bloomed recently, and it was your pride and joy.

Everything was perfect, no stress about having to be better than you are. No deadlines or classes that made you feel dumb. No obligation to socialize and try to entertain people you didn't exactly call friend. That is until the sharp pain in your side made you scream out. Your cat jumping away from you and cowering on the other side of the couch, she looks terrified.

Right along your side, just below your rib, felt like it was being ripped apart. Like someone was taking their nails and pulling your skin apart. You lift your shirt and stare down in horror, as bright red spider lilies sprout from your skin. Thick green stalks wrap around each other and soon the crimson petals sprout out, it would be gorgeous if it wasn't in your skin. You feel like you're about to pass out, the sudden act was enough to make your body start shaking.

"W-What the- what the hell?!" You want to scream, want to cry out but all that comes out is a hushed whisper.

Luckily the pain stopped as soon as the flower finished blooming, the pain dulled down to a low buzzing around your skin. Your hands were shaking as your fingertips traced the flowers, unable to comprehend what was really happening. You blink, and then you blink again and again. They're still there and the velvet petals under your fingers were real.

Impulsively you moved the flowers apart until you found the base of the stem, there you saw how your skin meld together perfectly with the plant. It was like they were always a part of it. With a deep breath you grab the plant by the stem and pull. The pain it shoots through your body is unlike anything you've ever felt before, but it offers no resistance as it comes out of your body.

You squeeze your eyes expecting blood or at least a wound, but you don't feel your skin rip open. Instead, it feels like something has slipped from your skin, like pulling string through a closed fist. Through heavy breathing you open your eyes, and you felt your heart start to settle, the beautiful flowers were now tightly clenched in your fist roots and all. On closer inspection they had little drops of water on the petals as if they had just been watered. It was only then you realized you had been crying.

You couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, tossing and turning as your hand kept coming up to your sides. The area was numb, it didn't hurt but you couldn't get the image out of your head. It made your skin crawl and the shiver down your spine felt sharp, sharp enough to make your back arch. As the morning sun greeted you letting you know it was time to get up and start the day, the first thing to greet you were the spider lilies sitting next to you. You don't know why you didn't just throw them away, get rid of them and never think about it again, but they really did look so beautiful.

Now they were sitting on your nightstand next to the window, dancing back and forth as the little draft that entered your apartment led them in a waltz. As you pull back the blankets and your feet hit the cold floor of your apartment, your fists clench around the blankets as you stare down in horror.

Your knuckles were covered in poppies, little sprouts pushing in between the dips of your fingers. On your right hand they were much larger blooms and more prominent on the knuckle itself. You hiss at the way it parts your skin, much less clean than the spider lilies were. The poppies wiggle a bit making room as another one pushes up and breaks your skin. This time there is a little blood, not more than a paper cut would give you but still it was alarming.

Rushing to your bathroom you run your hand under the water, the fast-running water slamming down on the little red petals. Another red flower. Another flower meaning pain or death. You're much more careful this time, gently plucking the poppies up from your skin and placing them to the side on the wet counter. They come up just like flowers last night, with ease and when you inspect your knuckles there's nothing as if it was never there.

"Guess I'll get a pot for you guys..." You mutter to the flowers, rubbing your hand over your knuckles.

There was a part of you that thought about emailing your professor as to why you wouldn't be coming to class, but what would you even say?

Good morning Professor,

I won't be able to attend class today, I am not feeling well, and I was wondering if I could get the notes for today's class from you. I sincerely apologize and hope that I will recover soon.

Good morning Professor,

I won't be attending class today as I had a family emergency come up! I hope you understand, and I will be in class when everything settles down.

Hey Professor,

I've got fucking flowers growing out of my fucking skin! You know anything about that?!

You let out a loud groan and lean forward on your desk, pushing your laptop to the side. Your sweet little roommate jumps up and meows at you in response, she nudges her head against yours and puts her paw on your cheek. A small attempt to make you feel better, she's trying. When you don't move, she meows again only louder this time, her head smacking into yours.

"Ow! Okay! I know I can't just sit here all day." She looks at you when you lean up and snap back.

She sits all prim and proper as you get up from your seat, she watches as you pace around the room and gather everything you need for the day. When she meows again you stop and look back at her, conversations with your cat weren't uncommon some days it felt like she was the only one you could really talk to. It was sad but it was better than spending nights alone talking to your plants.

"Look, I've got to go. I'm paying for the stupid classes I might as well just go. I just have to hope that whatever happened last night, doesn't happen again!" You grab your coat and throw it over your arm, giving her one last look. "Maybe I can talk to someone there? Maybe someone knows what this is, until then you're in charge of the house! No eating the plants while I'm gone!"

When she doesn't meow back at you, you narrow your eyes at her in suspicion. "I'm serious!" She jumps off your desk and walks over to the couch where she rolls on her back. Not a care in the world.

Curse that cat and her adorable behavior. You've got no choice but to trust that she'll behave. On your way out you grab your keys and make your way down the steps of your little home. Days where it was nice and sunny out made you happy you live so close to your college campus, other days it was a drag to get out of bed.

The rest of the day went by quietly, just how you like it. You couldn't help but fidget in your seat out of fear of spontaneous flower growth. What if a really large plant came out of your back while you were sitting in front of someone? If it was like the spider lilies last night, you'd most definitely scream out in pain and that would be embarrassing. Once class let out you were the first one out of your seat, practically bolting to the door.

This was getting to be too much, you had to find someone to talk to about this. The anxiety of when it would happen again was overwhelming. As you pass the little library you stop and check the inside, maybe you didn't have to talk to anyone about this. Maybe it would be in a book or at the very least you could try googling it.

As you walk into the quiet little domain you spot a few other students standing around talking to one another. Some sitting by the common tables, others tapping away on the public computers. Just as you're about to make a beeline for one of the computers tucked away in the corner, a soft voice stops you almost making you leap out of your skin.

"Hey, are you okay? Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The voice was so gentle and soft, you turned to see Heidi Turner smiling at you.

Heidi Turner was one of the sweetest people in the school, she went through leaps and bounds to be a better person after high school. Most days she keeps herself either in the library offering to tutor other students, or volunteering around town in various ways. She was always kind to you, and you always wanted to call her a friend but something stopped you. Even though she was a sweet girl, that fear of bothering her was still there.

"Oh um...it's okay! Really, I was just uh...going to use one of the computers. Is that okay? Am I allowed?" God, you want to find a hole to crawl into and just die.

"Of course you can! I was actually coming over to see if I could help you find something, but it looks like you've got it all figured out!" She beams up at you with a little giggle.

You think for a moment, if you had to tell anyone about the situation you were in Heidi was a good person to tell. She wouldn't go around telling other people and it wasn't like you had anyone else to really confide in. So, you take a deep breath and go to stop her from walking away. "Ac-Actually Heidi, um could you help me with something? Real quick."

Heidi stops and turns back to you; she cocks her head when she sees the nervous look in your eyes. Now she looks worried, not scared you think but concerned. She walks closer to you and gestures for you to follow her towards the computer, when the two of you are far enough away from the other students she whispers.

"I had a feeling you were looking for a friend, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

A friend? She thought you guys were friends? That alone was enough to make you relax a little and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You rub your arms a little and look behind you before responding.

"I'm really freaked out Heidi and I don't know how to talk about it."

"Hey, it's okay. Take it slow, I'm right here. Is someone hurting you?"

Your eyes widen at that, and you quickly shake your head at her. "What? O-Oh no no! It's not someone it's- well it's something?" When she looks at you confused, you groan and shake your head. "I mean something happened last night and it's really freaking me out!"

You tell her the events that transpired last night, avoiding the gruesome details as to not freak her out. You expect her to call you crazy or to laugh in your face, but she doesn't.

No, instead she stands there and nods along with you. Even offering her hand to you to take when you start to tear up, the fear of it happening again came crashing down mid-story. She offers you a gentle smile, rubbing your back as you try to calm down.

"It sounds like a soulmate thing." You rub your eyes at her as she speaks, trying to get the tears spilling from your eyes out.

"A... soulmate thing? But why now, and why this?"

"It takes some people a little longer before their soulmate signs trigger. I run a support group for people who run into theirs a little late, or for people who don't have any at all." Heidi says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to her.

You stare at her in awe for a little while, clinging on to every word with such desperation. She was like an angel, a guardian angel telling you there was nothing to worry about and that this was normal.

"As for why your trigger is this...I don't know. Triggers manifest differently for each person, there's a lot of studies on soulmates. I'm sure someone at the school is much smarter than I could tell you." She pauses for a moment and her eyes light up with excitement. "But hey! This means you've got a soulmate, I'm just sorry it's so painful for you!"

On the other side of the library Kenny was lying on one of the little bean bags chairs the school threw in for comfort. Tucked away in some corner, his plan was to take a little nap in. Somewhere where he knew his friends wouldn't come looking for him, well Kyle might but he'd never thought to find Kenny here. But when you walked in with that look of panic on your face he sat right up, like he had just gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Why did you look so terrified? What was going on? Did you need someone? You were looking around the library like you were being followed.

These thoughts began pounding at the front of his mind and just as he was about to stand up and walk over to you, Heidi beat him to it. He couldn't make out everything you were saying, but from the way you whispered to the smaller brunette it sounded serious. His lavender eyes follow you into the other corner of the library, the one right across from him.

He should look away; he should mind his own business and try to shut out your conversation. But he can't help it, he knows it's rude, but he can't get the image of your scared face out of his head. So, he closes his eyes and tries to hone in on your conversation with Heidi. It takes everything in his power not to get lost in the way you speak; your voice was so soothing. Kenny imagined it was what honey melting in tea would sound like if it had a voice.

That's when the topic of soulmates came up. He jolts up again and his eyes widen over at you as you describe the flowers sprouting from your skin. The hands resting in his orange patchy parka shuffle over to the wound on his side, or at least where it was. Like every time he died, he'd wake up with his body fully healed with no scars or signs of his life being taken from him.

However, if he didn't die his body would keep the scratches and little wounds on his body. Earlier this morning he got a little careless and split his knuckles, maybe he was putting into many hours as Mysterion here of late but if those stalkers didn't want to be punched, they shouldn't be stalking people. He nearly leaps from the bean bag when you talk about poppies growing from your knuckles this morning, telling Heidi the exact location where he had split his.

His heart was racing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way he was that lucky, that he was that deserving that someone like you would be his soulmate. Just before he can stand up the universe reminds him just how unlucky he really is.

"Kenny! There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you dude!" Any other time he would have been happy to hear Stan's voice, happy to see the others following right behind him.

"This is so sad you guys.... Kenny is sleeping in the library now. Is your cardboard bed that uncomfortable?" Any other time Kenny would have shut Eric down with a comeback of his own, but all he could muster was a glare. "Whoa what crawled up your vagina this morning?"

"God damn it Cartman quit it and stop waving that fishing pole around! You've got fucking hooks on it!" Any other time Kenny would have ignored Kyle's yelling, the ginger looked for any excuse to yell at Eric.

"Guys! Look I'm really not in the mood to-" But before Kenny could finish, Eric swung around to face the man yelling at him.

The metal hook at the end of Eric's fishing rod that he was carrying around for god knows why, slammed into the side of Kenny's face. The sharp hook caught the side of his cheek and pierced through the flesh. Instead of screaming out in pain he bit his lower lip and muffled it, once you've been stabbed in a dark alley trying to fight off a group of people it just becomes second nature.

"Dude!"

"Oh, shit Kenny!"

"Sick! You're getting blood everywhere!"

Kenny didn't have time for this, not when you were-

Oh god you.

His eyes dart over to where you were standing with Heidi, silently praying to whatever poor god that would listen to him that you were alright. He watches as you cup the side of your face, hesitating for a moment before your fingers met the cluster of clovers growing on the side of your face.

It doesn't hurt this time. Not like the last few times, in fact it feels gentle. Fingers that aren't yours caressing the side of your face, a whisper of something more, that clumsy first kiss, all of it wrapped up in one little moment. The three leaf clovers bloom across your cheek stopping just at the edge of your lips where finally a single six leaf clover sprouts.

He doesn't wait another moment; with his gloved hands he takes the fishing line that connects the hook in his face and his friends fishing pole and snaps it. His friends watch in horror and awe how he breaks it like a dried twig, like it was nothing to him. Kenny's on his feet before they can stop him again, moving across the library floor with purpose. The pain in his face is nothing compared to what he'll feel if he lets you slip away from him again. His reputation be damned, his pain be damned, all of it damned!

The library went quiet, and any hushed whispers were stopped when Kenny made his way over to you. He didn't even seem to care that he was leaving quite the blood trail behind him, and if anyone in the library cared they quickly changed their minds from the look on his face alone. The sound of his footsteps behind you made you turn to face him, but you don't have much time as he takes your wrist and drags you away from the many eyes and ears of others.

The school grounds are quiet right now, most people either have already gone home or are in class. Kenny doesn't slow down when walking and you don't stop him from dragging you across campus. He takes you further off school grounds, back near the many hills of South Park where the grass is peeking out from under the snow. The first signs of spring being crushed under your heels as you walk. Turning to face you, he doesn't get a word out before you're already looking up at him ready to talk.

"I'm sorry." He almost doesn't pick up what you say, the way you whisper it so softly. The clovers on your face can't make it easy but he can't help but admire how you make them look so ethereal; a painting come to life. Timeless and within reach.

"Why are you sorry?" Kenny struggles to talk as blood pours from his mouth and down his chin.

You don't know why you chuckle or why you smile at him, you should be terrified. Horrified for him that he was standing there talking to you with a fishhook in his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Yet, with him it did feel normal. Unlike the other times you've interacted with the blond. This time it felt right.

If this was the work of him being your soulmate at play, you didn't really care. For the first time in your life things felt peaceful, you didn't feel the pressure of others. Because there were no others, just Kenny and you on a rolling hill. Just two dandelions growing next to each other and basking in the setting sun.

"That you're stuck with...me?" Your voice breaks through the little fantasy in your head and reality comes shattering back around you.

Kenny shakes his head and grins down at you, the gap between his front teeth that he hates now, bare to your eyes. Suddenly he doesn't feel so insecure about it. "I was just about to say that to you. You're the one who's got a plant growing out of your face."

"They were spider lilies and poppies yesterday." When you laugh Kenny has to resist the urge to grab you and pull you in for a kiss.

"If I get to hear you laugh like that always, never apologize to me again." You go to laugh again and look away from him, but he takes the sides of our face and turns you to back towards him. He's so gentle with you, shaky hands being careful not to crush the clovers on your face.

'Anyone else would have.' You think.

"I'm serious. Never apologize to me for being you again. You have no idea how thrilled I am that it's you. That I finally get to have someone to call mine and it's you." Those purple eyes bare down into yours like rain in a thunderstorm. You can even feel the water rolling down your cheeks and he's brushing them away with his thumbs. Whispering soft hushes, telling you not to cry.

"Kenny..."

"Shh, it's alright. I'm only saying it because I get it. I know where you're at but... maybe...maybe this is the universe telling us it's time to love ourselves. I'm not saying we've got to figure this out now I know I've got a bit of reputation of-"

You cut him off, for the second time today Kenny's been cut off, but he doesn't care when your lips are pressed so gently against his. The taste of copper doesn't even seem to bother you either. His eyes flutter shut, and his hands drop from your face to your waist where he pulls you in like he's always wanted to.

"I don't... think you're as bad as you think you are." You whisper against his lips and Kenny feels like he's going to melt.

"I don't think you're as bad as you think you are." He throws your words back at you with a playful purr behind his tone. "Baby I could tell the world just how perfect you are."

You scoff at that and roll your eyes, but the shy smile that plays on your lips tells Kenny exactly what he wants to hear. He reaches up to wipe the blood of your face, but you stop him and take his hand pressing a kiss into the palm of his gloves. You run his fingers through the clovers and take a deep breath, taking in everything around you.

"One step at a time Ken. For now, let’s worry about getting that hook out of your face."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about it."

"How?"

"Was too busy getting lost in your eyes~"

You snort and push his hand away from your face, but it doesn't go far. Instead, you intertwine your fingers with his and pull him towards the school. Kenny follows you down the hill with all the love in his eyes he can muster.

Kenny McCormick had so much love in his heart to give, and now it was all yours. Maybe in the days to pass you’ll fill your apartment with the various plants and each little bud and flower would remind you of just that. That you weren't alone, you were surrounded by his love. That you were enough. That too him, you were words he couldn't put together and express. Other than...

I love you.

[kcake555]

Jibeom cake 🍰

[beautifulchris]

detention

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

wc: 6,1k

featuring: bang chan, lee felix, sf9’s taeyang, loona’s heejin, the boyz’s eric, itzy’s lia, golden child's jangjun

summary: you both get detention at the same place

genres: hogwarts!au, classmates to lovers!au, gryffindor!hyunjin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff, drama, humor (i tried)

warnings: unhealthy behavior, small prejudice

notes: i apologize to heejin, i love you girl! enjoy ♥ moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

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“Detention it’ll be, Mr Hwang,” the potion professor glared, superficially rubbing his robes from nonexistent dust.

“But professor, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Maybe if you cared more about your surroundings… The kitchen, tomorrow after your last classes. And ten points deducted.”

“Isn’t that a little unfair?” pleaded Hyunjin.

“Complain again and I’ll double the points.” With a last deadly look, the professor went on his way and the Gryffindor ran to Quidditch practice. “Don’t run if you don’t want another detention!”

Hyunjin obliged and walked until the professor was out of sight. Then, he sprinted like his life depended on it. Arriving at the pitch, he put on his Quidditch robes, took his broom and joined his teammates in five minutes chrono.

“Sorry I’m late, I was going so fast that I slipped and hit an armor, and it made a sword fly in the air right on…”

“Hyunjin,” started Chan, the captain.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Wait, I want to know if the sword flew on someone,” said Chan’s best friend and chaser.

“Yeah, the potion professor. I quickly pulled out my wand though and stopped it right before it hit him. I got detention anyway, in the kitchen tomorrow.”

“It’s alright, we don’t have practice tomorrow. Good luck, I heard from Felix that Pitts isn’t happy these days.”

“Thank you for your concern,” pouted the younger before leaving the ground.

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“It’s the third time this month that you forget your homework, Y/N Yoo. I’ll have to deduct five points from you and give you detention.”

“I understand and I’m sorry, professor,” you said as you looked down, rubbing your wrist.

“You can apologize to your House as well, tsk,” you heard a fellow Ravenclaw mutter behind you.

Lia, your friend and classmate, shook your arm gently to reassure you while glaring at the student.

She proposed many times to help you manage your homework and you thought that today was the final cue to accept. Damn your forgetfulness.

At the end of class, the herbology professor said your detention would be the next day after class, in the kitchen.

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Hyunjin was drained from practice, he sprawled on the couch after a hot shower and a second later, Heejin, one of his classmates, sat elegantly next to him.

“Hyunjin, want to help me on my defence against the dark arts homework? I’m really bad at it.”

Hyunjin couldn't see all the efforts Heejin put in getting attention out of the boy. It wasn't his fault he wasn't interested. Nor was it his fault she wouldn't back down on her own. He just let her be.

“Same here, you should ask someone else. Eric, for example,” he answered without opening his eyes. Eric was one of his closest friends in Gryffindor.

“Then what about we go out after classes tomorrow? We could go to Hogsmea-”

“I got detention, won’t be able to.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Then I’ll get detention too, to spend time with you!”

Hyunjin finally opened his eyes and looked at Heejin in disbelief. She was, on the other hand, smiling innocently and feeling happy he would show some kind of attention to her.

“Why would you… get detention on purpose…? Those are awful…”

“I can take it, don’t worry about me,” she winked and as she got up to leave, she flipped her hair.

Hyunjin could only frown but eventually believed she wasn’t serious and relaxed against the couch, his homework could wait a few more minutes.

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The next day, Hyunjin and Heejin got out of class at the same time.

“Let’s go to detention together!” she excitedly said as she tried to take his arm in hers but failed miserably because they were going different ways. “Where are you going?”

“The kitchen.”

Her face dropped. “What? I have to polish the trophy room, oh my god.”

“Isn’t the caretaker the one that oversees this detention? You better run if you don’t want to be late.” Hyunjin left, fearing to be late himself while Heejin cursed under her breath.

It goes without saying that she spent a terrible time polishing countless awards and trophies without magic along with a few other students.

You were slowly walking to the kitchen like a condemned, not looking where you were going, so you bumped into a taller frame two meters from the kitchen doors —meaning you walked past it. You lost your balance and almost fell over but Hyunjin caught your arms and helped you steady.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking straight,” you apologized looking at the person. Realizing it was Hyunjin, your eyes widened, you quickly freed yourself from his hold and entered the kitchen right away, but not without hearing him chuckle. There were two other students already.

“New students for tonight. Two of you can wash the floor while the other two make sandwiches,” Pitts, the house-elf responsible for the kitchen, ordered. The Gryffindor and the Slytherin rushed to the tables to start making sandwiches but got stopped by a yelling Pitts. “Wash your hands first!”

Hyunjin and you shared a glance, silently judging the students that unfairly chose for you, in your opinion.

A smiling house-elf came to you and Hyunjin with mops and buckets full of water and cleaning products. “You can use these, try not to wash too close to the fire over there, another student did that two days ago and put it out. Pitts wasn’t pleased at all.”

“Thank you,” you shot him a smile and went at the end of the place to start away, doing it as neat as you could.

“Then I’ll do the other side,” whispered Hyunjin to himself. He didn’t really know how to clean efficiently, but he did his best, tripping a few times.

While you were almost done an hour later, you realized Hyunjin was not even in the middle and three house-elves were on the floor, massaging their butts. The other students changed tables and went to your area of cleaning to avoid their shoes from being soaked. He kept apologizing to everyone but also didn’t stop his mistake. You quickly finished your part and joined him on the dry part of the floor, behind him.

“Hyunjin,” you called and watched him get startled with an apologetic smile, “you’re putting too much water, it’s never going to dry.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s alright,” you assured. You didn’t learn any spell that could do the trick —yet— but you knew house-elves could do a lot. “Can you dry out this area, please?” you asked a house-elf next to you who happily obliged. “Thank you!” You turned to Hyunjin. “So, you need to wring it first before washing the floor, like that.” You showed him how it was done and he thanked you four times in a row.

“You’re welcome, I wasn’t expecting an ace of Quidditch to know that anyway.”

He was taken aback by your remark, not really understanding what Quidditch had to do with his lack of cleaning knowledge. He felt like you were nicer to the house-elves than himself and he found it intriguing.

“I get that you’re judging me from my popularity, a lot of people do, but—”

“Popularity? You think you’re popular?” you asked, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Wait, wrong choice of word. I meant reputation.” You slowly nodded, motioning for him to continue. “Anyway, don’t let my reputation cloud your judgment about me, please.”

“Why do you care what I think about you?” You were confused now and uncrossed your arms.

“I—” he blushed, embarrassed. “I don’t know, you seem cool and I’d like to be your friend?”

It was your turn to be taken aback, never would you have thought this would happen.

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Your back was sore from all the moping you had to do —the kitchen had the same dimensions as the Great Hall so it was really huge. You complained to Lia, who half listened and half focused on her homework. You were seated at a table in your common room.

“Do you need help for your potion homework? I just finished it. We also have to write two parchments on how to take care of a kneazle for care of magical creatures.”

You sighed loudly. “What would I do without you?”

“You could start by buying a planner and note your homework on it. Then do them.”

“Nope. I prefer having you,” you smiled tiredly.

The 7th year keeper of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team entered the common room, spotted you and came to kiss your forehead.

“Hi sugarplum. How are you? You look tired.”

“I am, I got detention in the kitchen for forgetting my homework thrice.”

“Could have been easily prevented, then, huh? Please do your homework properly. I’m sorry Lia,” he added.

“Oh, it’s alright, don’t worry,” she blushed. “I can do that for my best friend.”

“Okay, dad,” you put your thumb up, eyes half closed.

“Big brother would be enough,” he laughed and left you to join his friends.

“Taeyang is so sweet, you’re so lucky to have a brother like him. Plus he’s really handsome.”

“Wipe your saliva before anyone notices,” you mocked as you got a closer look at your homework. You decided that you won’t be forgetting to do your homework anymore, it was too tiring.

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Eric sat next to Hyunjin in the Great Hall during dinner.

“I metamorphosed some library books into crows and the librarian didn’t find it as funny as me. I got detention with Heejin, we had to polish silver without magic. She was mad. She kept muttering she got detention for nothing because you weren’t even there.”

“Well that’s a good thing I wasn’t seeing your fingers.” They were full of bandages.

“Oh, that? No, it’s from the fanged flyers I sent in the courtyard earlier. They’re not easy to stop.”

Hyunjin shook his head and chuckled. “You’re unbelievable. Aren’t you tired of getting detention?”

“I’m having fun so it’s worth it. By the way, how was yours?”

“I learned how to mop the floor and Y/N was there.”

“Y/N? They’re from Ravenclaw, right?” Hyunjin nodded. “Did you talk?”

“Yeah, I asked them if we could become friends.”

Eric gasped dramatically. “What did they say?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes at his friend’s mocking behavior. “Eat your chicken and french fries before they disappear.”

Heejin, who wasn’t that far from the two friends, heard it all and wasn’t pleased by the news. She searched for you at your table and decided to put an end to this nonsense, starting by trying to burn a hole on your head —from the intense staring.

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You loved transfiguration, the art was beautiful and you appreciated your accomplishments after putting lots of effort into them, because it wasn’t easy, at all.

No matter how hard you were focusing on the hedgehog in front of you, you couldn’t make it into an acceptable pincushion. Yours still had the hedgehog’s spines while Lia's next to you, still had feet and even tried to flee. Both of you used the reparifarge spell and kept trying. At the end of class, Lia managed to make a perfect pincushion while you were… getting there.

“Hyunjin,” called your professor, “would you please tutor Y/N?” Hearing your name, you looked at her with wide eyes. Were you this bad? “I’m sorry,” she said to you,” but I’m afraid you won’t pass the exams if you can’t do this after a week.” By that, she meant three hours of class.

Hyunjin stopped next to you without you noticing, smiling and waiting for you to start packing your stuff. “I’ll do it professor.”

“Professor! I have trouble transfiguring this as well, could Hyunjin help me too?” you heard Heejin ask from the back of the room. Lia and Eric rolled their eyes in unison.

“How inconsiderate must you be to want your classmate to tutor two people at the same time? Chaewon, would you please tutor Heejin?” The Ravenclaw agreed with a smile and you got out of class with the hedgehog in your hands, avoiding Heejin’s glare, Hyunjin and Lia beside you.

“Do you want to practice now? Or after lunch?” As if to answer his question, Lia’s stomach growled. You were hungry as well.

“Let’s eat first and meet up in the courtyard,” you proposed.

“Good idea, I’m starving,” said Eric as he put an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders. He shot Lia his best smile, which she answered with a smirk, before taking your arm and walking to the Great Hall, the boys following.

The hedgehog sleeping in your robe’s pocket, you were eating in front of Lia on the Ravenclaw table.

“Oh my god, she’s at it again,” she grumbled.

You followed her gaze and turned around to see Heejin next to Hyunjin, clearly overstepping his personal space. Eric’s smile, on the other side of his friend, was gone and he looked upset. Hyunjin was just ignoring her, trying to eat and talk to Eric.

You preferred focusing on your plate and that was the moment Jeongin chose to push Heejin gently and sit at her place. She was about to protest but one look from the 3rd year Gryffindor closed her mouth.

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Lia and Eric went their way to let you and Hyunjin practice in peace.

“Do you have the image of the pincushion in your head?” You nodded. “Okay, try.”

You did, and the pincushion had a head.

“Damn it,” you cursed.

Hyunjin used reparifagex right away. “It’s alright, it took me a while too.”

Yeah, like an hour, you thought.

“Your wand movement seems a bit off, can you show me again?” You nodded and tried again, without using the spell. “Hm. Can I?”

“Sure.” Hyunjin moved so he was behind you, putting his hand over yours. His hand was warm, enveloping yours perfectly. It felt like the movements he made were fine, elegant even, compared to the ones you did earlier. “I think I got it,” you smiled, turning to him.

Hyunjin let go of you with a nod, watching you try yet again. The pincushion was perfect, fancy color and neat sewing. “Yes! You did it!”

“It’s all thanks to you,” you said, trying a few more times to turn the hedgehog into a pincushion, just to be sure you mastered it.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You thought accomplishing this was enough for the professor but no, she wanted Hyunjin to keep tutoring you until the end of term.

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be such a burden,” you whined as you got out of class, massaging your temple with two fingers.

“Not at all, we get to spend time together.” You looked at each other and shyly smiled.

Your friends, in the back, were smirking at the sight.

“Soon,” Eric whispered to Lia and she nodded.

“I don’t think so,” whispered Heejin from behind them. If looks could kill…

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The next day after dinner, you were in your common room, doing your homework with Lia as usual. An owl entered by an opened window and landed on your shoulder. You recognized Soren, Hyunjin’s owl, for seeing her a few times delivering him posts on mornings. She lifted her talon so you could take the letter and after doing so, she affectionately nibbled on your ear before leaving.

You opened the letter. It was short and, as expected, from Hyunjin.

Y/N,

Would you meet me in the courtyard right now? I know it’s late and you might have other things to do— but I have something to tell you. I hope you’ll come.

Hyunjin

“Are you going?” asked Lia after reading the letter from above your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m not turning down on Hyunjin,” you started, putting your stuff in your bag. “See you later,” you waved at your friend and left the common room to go to the courtyard.

Once there, however, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you were greeted by Heejin, arms crossed, a disgusted look on her face.

“I can’t believe you came. What do you think he would say to you?”

You were annoyed to be deranged by her of all people. And for what? You never did anything to her. Your eyes rested on her bandaged fingers.

“What did you do to your fingers?” you asked, ignoring her previous question.

“This damn owl didn’t want to deliver my letter at first, she attacked me,” she said, clearly annoyed and you suppressed a laugh. “Anyway, stay away from Hyunjin. He’s too good for you.”

“You don’t know me but okay, is that all?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been this disinterested by what she had to say— or she had planned to do it anyway, but the moment you turned around to go, she casted a hex on you.

“Colloshoo!” Your shoes stuck to the ground, you couldn’t move anymore. “Now you just need to wait for a professor,” she chuckled. Did she think you were this dumb?

I mean, you had a hard time in transfiguration, yes, but you were really good at charms.

You put out your wand and pointed to your shoes. “Finite Incantatem.” The effect of her hex got removed and you turned to face her. “I think you’ll need more than that to stop me.”

She sighed deeply and ultimately prepared for a duel. “Don’t chicken out now.”

“Just because I’m not a Gryffindor doesn’t mean I’m a coward. Langlock!”

Her tongue glued itself to the roof of her mouth, making her unable to speak. She clutched at her throat and ran away quickly. You decided to go back to your homework when you saw Heejin talking to the potion professor in one of the hallways. You couldn’t avoid them so you waited for them to come to you.

“And she just attacked me behind my back!” Heejin was smiling behind the professor but you still had her panicked face in mind when she couldn’t open her mouth.

“Y/N Yoo, did you just attack Miss Jeon?” he asked.

“Do you want to hear my side of the story or are you going to believe her lies?”

“I don’t have time for your little games, Yoo, I’m going to give you detention for attacking another student and wandering in the castle at night.”

“She sent me an owl asking me to come here, then used Colloshoo on me, and I get detention?”

“Maybe you should have stayed in your common room. Jeon, you’ll get detention for the same reasons.” If that was the only semblance of justice you were getting, you were going to accept it.

“What?” Heejin was not having it, though.

“But I won’t give you the same detention. Jeon, you’ll pickle rats’ brains in the dungeons tomorrow after class while Yoo, I heard the Hospital Wing needed hands to clean out the bedpans so you’ll do that.”

“Yes, professor.” The least you wanted to do was stay with these two so you rapidly went back to your common room, hearing Heejin’s protests in the distance. She probably got more trouble.

“How was it?” enquired Lia the moment you entered. 

“Turns out it was Heejin wanting me to stop seeing Hyunjin.”

“What?! Where is she? I’m going to—”

“She complained to the potion professor —of all professors— and we both got detention. You better stay here.”

“What happened?”

You explained everything and she seemed really mad. “I wonder if she doesn’t have a rat’s brain,” was all she could mutter with clenched teeth.

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At the Hospital Wing for your detention, you found Hyunjin already there.

“Hyunjin?” you called.

“Y/N? Are you hurt?” His eyes widened at your sight and he ran to you.

“No, why would I be?”

“It’s the Hospital Wing, generally students come here when they need to,” he laughed.

“I have detention,” you pouted.

“Ah, me too. Eric used dungbombs in the toilets of the first floor and I happened to be there with him.”

“It sucks, I’m sorry. He seems to enjoy it though.” You started cleaning out the bedpans with him under the vigilant gaze of the school’s nurse.

“Trust me, he does! So, why are you here?” After you narrated yesterday’s events, he opened his mouth —only to close it a few moments later.

“No way… I’ll talk to her, I’m so sorry. This is embarrassing, she’s not even my friend.”

“It’s okay, I know how to take care of myself,” you winked, which reassured him a little.

“But… What she did isn’t okay, if only just the fact she used Soren, my precious owl…”

“She’s really sweet by the way,” you smiled at the souvenir of his owl’s affectionate behavior towards you.

Heejin wasn’t in neither of your mouths for the remaining hours in detention, preferring talking about the things you had in common and made you both smile.

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Hyunjin did keep his promise, because the second Heejin went to see him in their common room, all smooth and smiling, he confronted her.

“Hi Hyunj-”

“We need to talk.” His voice was firm, his face closed.

Heejin acted confused and worried, putting one of her hands on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s talk privately,” he continued, leaving the common room to go in the nearest empty hallway, Heejin right behind him. “What you did to Y/N was so wrong, and don’t get me started on Soren.”

Heejin’s expression changed at your mention, of course you told him, what a snitch. “It’s not what you think,” she pleaded.

“And what am I thinking?”

“I— she attacked me first!” she tried.

He sighed exasperatedly. “I’m in no place to tell you what to do but it’s in your best interest to stay away from Y/N, Soren and me, from now on. If you could stop obsessing over me, it would be cool too. Please, wake up and stop trying to get me to like you, I won’t. I can't. I like someone else.”

He was about to leave when Heejin grabbed his arm. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “They came out of nowhere and stole your heart just like that, while I was there from the beginning and gave you everything.”

“I’m sorry, but you were suffocating me. I don’t think that’s love.”

She stared at him for a while then finally let him go, looking down. “I— I understand. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Hyunjin smiled. “I forgive you, and Y/N and Soren deserve an apology too.”

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The next day, Heejin came to you as you were going to a tutor lesson with Hyunjin.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” she blushed in embarrassment.

“Are you going to hex me if I refuse?” you raised an eyebrow. She shook her head in disagreement. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize for what I did to you. It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have done that. I was jealous of you and wanted Hyunjin for myself.” She had slump shoulders but maintained eye contact.

“What made you change your mind?” you frowned, still being a bit suspicious.

“Hyunjin, actually. He talked to me and made me realize how unhealthy and delusional I was being. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’m not asking you to forgive me, though.”

You genuinely smiled at Heejin and offered a hand to shake. “I do. Let’s bury the hatchet.”

She happily shook your hand and you parted ways to go to your lesson.

“I just spoke to Heejin,” you said as you arrived in front of Hyunjin, seated on a bench in the courtyard. He opened his eyes wide. “She apologized and I forgave her.”

He sit up straight. “You did?”

“Yeah, you did too, right?” you said as you sat next to him.

“She told you?”

“No, I figured. You seem to be indulgent.”

“I guess I am. I’m glad she willingly apologized.”

“Oh, I thought you made her do it?” you joked.

You both laughed and started working on cross-species switches —a pain.

After the tutoring, you were doing your homework with Lia. Taeyang entered the common room and sat next to you at the table.

“Y/N, who’s the guy I saw you with earlier?” he enquired, looking over your neatly done herbology homework.

“I need you to be more specific.” You knew who he was talking about but you could have your part of fun from time to time.

“There’s more I don’t know about?!” His shocked expression was worth it.

“You know him, why act like you don’t?”

“So he is a Gryffindor’s chaser. You’re not feeling like befriending the enemy?” he joked.

“It’s not like I was playing and you’ll always be my number one Quidditch player.”

“I better be. So are you more than friends?” he smirked.

“Oh my god no Tae, and don’t you dare give me the talk!” You took your stuff to finish your homework on your bed, knowing Tae wouldn’t follow you there.

“I’m just asking, but you’re defensively answering, plus you’re fleeing. You’re hiding something from me, I know it,” he said to himself, comfortably installed in the chair, lost in his thoughts.

Lia whispered something to your brother then followed you upstairs and you both worked on your respective homeworks.

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“We got a friendly match coming up this weekend with Ravenclaw, so I want all of you to do your best. Their keeper and seeker are particularly good,” said Chan at practice.

“We weren’t expecting a friendly before at least three weeks, what happened?” asked Hyunjin.

“I don’t really know, Chaeyoung asked for this, and said it was important.”

When Hyunjin joined the pitch that day, he thought he understood why this friendly was being held. Taeyang was on his broom, flying over the stands where you were, talking together. He grew anxious and a bit jealous, because Taeyang was a really good —and intimidating— keeper and apparently, you were also close to him.

During the friendly, you were cheering for your house team and lowkey Hyunjin. He scored some goals but Taeyang stopped a large amount of quaffles. Ravenclaw won after Jisung caught the snitch.

After the match, you waited for the teams outside of the changing room with a bag full of cauldron cakes.

Jisung and Chani were the first ones to go out and thanked you after you congratulated them and offered them some cakes. Then Hyunjin came out.

“Hey, what did you think of the match?”

“It was great. You were great, flying like an eagle.”

He giggled. “Thank you.”

“I must admit, you’re pretty good on a broom,” a voice said from behind you. Taeyang put his arm on your shoulder and took a cauldron cake from the bag in your hand. Hyunjin was a bit intimidated so he thanked him quietly, his eyes fixed on his hand on your shoulder.

“I present you my big brother,” you smiled and his eyes widened. He immediately felt stupid for being jealous and looked away.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he proposed his hand, which your brother shook strongly.

“Taeyang. I’ll keep an eye on you, just so you know. Don’t mess with my sugar plum.” You grimaced at the nickname, he had to use it now.

Hyunjin gulped and shook his head vividly. “I would never.”

You were embarrassed and the rest of the teams coming out saved you. You offered the rest of the cauldron cakes to everyone and fled to the castle.

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Next saturday, you were wandering alone through the castle —Lia went to Hogsmeade with Eric— when your brother came to you.

“Y/N, I got an owl from dad. With no surprise, he told me to keep an eye on you and to keep you away from trouble.”

“How sweet of him. Couldn’t send an owl directly to me and ask how I’ve been, though?” That was your dad. And hearing about him angered you.

“Y/N… don’t be like that, please.”

“Like what? Did he ask how I was in your letter?” His silence answered your question. “See? My time in detention is all he cares about, I’m tired.”

“I’m going to answer him. Stay inside the castle, it’s going to rain soon.”

“Whatever.” It’s frustrated and angry that you walked outside, between the castle and the Quidditch pitch. You looked for a mud and poop free area, lied down and took deep breaths.

Your dad was a Quidditch player in his years at Hogwarts. He was so good at it that he made the national team after he graduated. His whole life was dedicated to Quidditch, so he was beyond proud when Taeyang made the house team in his second year, like your dad. But he was also extremely disappointed when you didn’t even bother to go to the tryouts, despite the pressure your dad was putting on you.

Your brother was supportive of your choices and always defended you against your dad, but it was pointless. He acted like you were dishonoring the family and his ‘legacy’. It hurt you to the core, but you wanted to live your own life like you intended to, not like your dad or anyone else wanted you to.

You could have hated Quidditch because of all this, but you kept on supporting your brother and your house team, by coming to the practices and bringing sweets along for the team. Your brother often asked you to stop, saying you were just going to make them gain weight but they never said no to your gifts, especially not Jisung and Chani.

You looked at the sky, trying to clear your head. It was blue with lots of white clouds and you closed your eyes for a while, enjoying the breeze. Around twenty minutes later, you felt drops hitting your nose, then your forehead and neck. Milliseconds were enough for the rain to pour like a waterfall. You sighed and put your robe’s cap over your head. The castle was further than expected but you didn’t run.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel the rain anymore although it was still pouring. You lifted your head and saw Hyunjin on his broom, an umbrella in his hand put above you. He had his Quidditch outfit on, water dripping from his damped hair. He smiled sweetly at you and your cheeks burned from the kind gesture. You ran to the castle so Hyunjin wouldn’t have to do that for too long and he didn’t have problems following you. When you arrived at the big door, your gaze went to the Quidditch pitch and despite the weather, you could see forms flying around, meaning one thing: Hyunjin was having practice and ditched it for you. He shook his hair while you looked at him and smiled fondly.

“Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute.” Your eyes widened at what you just said and coughed. “Thank you for the help. You were having practice, right?”

Hyunjin chuckled at your expressions. “No problem, Y/N. Yes, Chan will understand why I left.”

“Alright, you should go back now. Don’t catch a cold!” He was going higher but stopped to give you the umbrella.

“You’ll need this more than me. I suggest you go dry yourself and stay by a fireplace. Bye!”

He flew to the Quidditch pitch and you were left there, your heart ready to combust from the cuteness of the conversation you just had.

You entered the castle and Taeyang found you in the hallway.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside?” His disapproving look didn’t wash away your smile and heart eyes.

“I don’t regret it.”

Your brother used the hot-air charm to dry your clothes and you thanked him, before going to your common room together.

“I told dad you were doing good and that you could take care of yourself just fine. You okay?”

“Yes, yes I’m good. Thank you. You’re the best brother ever,” you chanted, linking his arm to your own.

“I’m your only brother, it’s easy.” He 100x preferred seeing you smile than being upset, and wanted your happiness above all, even your dad’s wishes.

You sat together on a couch close to the fireplace to fight the cold.

“How do you put up with the pressure dad’s putting on you?” you asked.

He thought for a while then shrugged. “I love Quidditch and I’d rather he focuses on me to let you breathe. I’m sorry it’s not going as planned, I just wish he would stop caring about Quidditch so much.” You hugged your brother tightly. You were thankful for him.

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It was May and the last Quidditch matches of the season were being held. Slytherin had won against Hufflepuff, and the points in the match opposing Gryffindor to Ravenclaw were going to be crucial to know the winner of the Quidditch Cup.

You were excited to know which house would win this year and of course, you supported your own house, and Hyunjin.

You went to see him before the match at breakfast. “I’m rooting for you. But also my brother and my house team. Anyway, good luck.”

You left before he could reply so you had no idea how happy and confident it made him. Albeit you could feel it on the pitch when he came on his broom. You were in the stands with Lia and Eric, respectively in your house colors, and you must admit Hyunjin’s name left your mouth a lot during the match, maybe even more than Taeyang’s.

“300-270 for Gryffindor and the golden snitch isn’t caught yet,” said Jangjun, one of the commentators.

“Come on Jisung,” you heard Lia whisper beside you.

Your eyes were on Hyunjin. He avoided Chaeyoung and gave the quaffle to Lisa, allowing her to approach the goal. She pretended to shoot and your brother fell for it.

“Lisa scores! 310 for Gryffindor,” shouted Felix, the second commentator.

“It looks like Jisung has seen the snitch,” commented Jangjun. “Mark is right behind him. He’s gaining ground… Jisung’s giving his all… and he catches the snitch!”

“Ravenclaw wins 420 to 310!” announced Felix.

All the Ravenclaws jumped and screamed, pumping their fist into the air. You were really happy for your house team. Gryffindor did lose this match, but they accumulated the most points so they won the Quidditch Cup.

“We were 40 points away from the Quidditch Cup,” Taeyang had said in the common room where every Ravenclaw celebrated their victory. “But we did great on the match. I’m really proud of every single one of you. I could’ve stopped more quaffles—”

“Hey, you stopped a really large amount of quaffles and no one here could have done the same,” you said as-a-matter-of-factly.

You could hear some people agreeing with you and the screams intensified.

“Thanks Y/N. To our victory!” he cheered, raising his butterbeer into the air.

The crowd echoed and the party lasted until late but paused for dinner. In the Great Hall, you could see the pride in every Gryffindor’s eyes interested enough in Quidditch. You saw Hyunjin and gave him a thumbs up and a big smile but you definitely didn’t expect him to run to your house table and take you into a big hug, which you reciprocated, obviously.

Lia's smile widened and she discreetly clapped her hands while a few Ravenclaws gasped and stared at the two of you with wide eyes, including your brother. He knew there was something going on with the two of you, but, like you, he didn’t expect that to happen here and now.

“I think I did so well thanks to your encouragement so I wanted to thank you for it,” he whispered cheerfully in your ear.

“Are you sure? It was really awkward, not really an inspirational speech,” you jested.

“Yeah,” he laughed, a light sound you couldn’t get bored of hearing. “Maybe it’s because it was you.” He sounded more serious so you moved back to make eye contact. Neither of you cared about the people around you. “Y/N, spending time with you is the highlight of my days. You’re dazzling and I really, really like you.”

You smiled until your eyes crinkled. “Hyunjin, you happen to be a really good guy whose presence makes me incredibly happier. My life has been brighter since I met you. I like you too, like a whole lot,” you giggled and his smile couldn’t be wider.

He hugged you tight again and when you opened your eyes, you were met with your brother’s. He was smiling contently, giving you a thumbs up.

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[seeminglyseph]

My fanfic brain keeps trying to craft reasons for Apollo not to bring up Troy at all, and it just keeps spinning this line, so I'm writing it down so it stops:

Zeus: The loss of Troy grieves me also, for Priam's Troy was my most beloved of mortal cities. However, my favour and my grief could not protect them from my wrath and the consequences of their pride. Apollo knows not to stir my grief, I dislike memories of such unpleasant things, and his favour can only shield him from so much.

[nonranghaes]

donghyun's laughter is light in the air. he taps away at his keyboard, watching as you nearly die once more in your game. "you're really bad at this."

you are. you always have been, to be fair. the only reason you play is because donghyun loves it, and he likes teaching you the ropes... even if he does tease you constantly. your little pixel character trails after donghyun, clutching their staff all the while. normally you let him kick your ass in that racer game, but he chose this online game instead. it's easier for you to follow him and his friends and play healer (and sling spells from a safe distance).

"don't leave me!" you whine.

"i'm not," he giggles again, keys clicking as he messes with something. you don't even know what. "i'm just scouting--"

the lights shut off. his desktop shuts off and you get booted from your game, laptop screen illuminating your face as you stare at donghyun.

"shit, no--"

donghyun's unbothered for the most part, making his way over to the windows. "it's not just us," he says. "the lights are off in the building next door, too. must be an outage."

you pout. "but... what about your birthday?" you melt over the back of the couch, pouting at him. "you said this was all you wanted."

his phone chimes. "jibeom's asking where we went." he types back quickly. "we could go get food instead."

"we?" you push. did he mean it as a date, or...?

he smiles a little. "us. i'm going out with the others tomorrow night." he rounds the couch, extending a hand to you. "it's my birthday," he teases you lightly, "and you said we could go anywhere..."

"alright, alright," you wave him off, closing your laptop and setting it on the desk next to his own desktop setup. "i'll grab my wallet. it's my treat, okay?" you peck his lips. "happy birthday, you dork."

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“Okay! Okay! I get it!” Hunter stretched his body up, reaching towards the ceiling. Without a shirt, his scars were on full display. The first time Willow had seen him like this, he shook uncontrollably. Slowly, they’d worked out a method of communication where he could share information about his scars, and she would listen. 

Once, his plant prodigy girlfriend had told Hunter that when he stretched up to the sky, he looked like a tree reaching towards the sun for growth. Coming from anyone else, Hunter would had thought this was a slight against him and his species. Coming from Willow, it meant she thought he was beautiful. 

[starry-nights-garden]

Jangjun ✧ Bitter-sweet

✧ Golden Child Jangjun x gn!reader ✧ words: ~2.1k ✧ genre: fluff, a bit of angst, mutual pining, coffeeshop AU ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: You’ve been falling for your coworker Jangjun ever since you started working at the same coffee shop as him, thinking he feels the same about you. However, when one day you finally notice how he’s flirtatious around everyone he talks to, all your hopes are crushed to the ground.

You were naive. When you thought for a second that maybe the way he talked to you meant he was interested in you, you were simply naive.

“He’s like that with everyone,” your coworker’s words are still ringing in your ears as you watch him talk to a couple of customers, two young women who are very much flustered and charmed by his smile, “a lot of customers come here just to see him.” He’s the type of guy who’s naturally flirty, they say. You’ve heard that he hasn’t had a partner in a long while, though, and even though he seems to regularly have both girls and guys alike asking him out on dates, he’s somehow turned down all of them. Maybe he has a policy not to cross that line with a customer of the coffee shop where you both work, or maybe he’s simply not interested in a relationship.

Either way, that piercing feeling in your chest just won’t go away everytime you see him now. Probably due to you not realizing at first that he flirts like this with everyone, you felt your heart beating faster whenever you saw him. Now that reality has hit, your heart still won’t calm down. Instead, there is another layer of emotion accompanying what can only be the budding of a new crush: rejection.

You tear yourself out of your thoughts that seem to always return to him in the end, and you straighten your back, ready to redirect your focus on work as you see a young couple walking into the shop. They’re holding hands and the way they both smile shyly as they quickly discuss what to order makes you think they haven’t been dating for long.

And it also makes you jealous. Another glance over at Jangjun, who’s returning from a table to the far left of the shop, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to hold his hand like that.

“An Oreo-frappuccino, please,” the guy who’s not much taller than his girlfriend says. “And for me a pumpkin latte.”

“We’re all out of that today, sorry,” you say, adding for clarification, “the pumpkin latte.”

“Oh.” The guy thinks for a short while, then he says, “Then the same as her, please.”

“Two Oreo-frappuccinos, coming right up.” You watch as they pay for their beverages, noticing a bunch of customers entering the coffee shop and approaching you. Just as you think to yourself that you’ll have to hurry up with making the drinks, you find that Jangjun has already started preparing them for you. You raise your eyebrows at him, when he smiles at you and your heart involuntarily skips a beat.

“I’m on it,” he says. “You can leave the drinks to me.” And so you simply nod, because words fail you while you’re trying to suppress all the conflicting feelings about to overwhelm you, and you return to the counter to take the next customer’s order.

Your afternoons and evenings working at the shop pass just like that. You’re always simultaneously a little too close and a little too far away from him, while he always remains his usual cheerful, helpful self. Sometimes when you have a few minutes to yourself, you catch yourself observing him from afar - you can’t help but marvel at the way he has seemingly any customer wrapped around his finger in no time. The way he smiles, teeth showing and creases appearing next to his eyes, staying polite but still charming enough to have all eyes in the room drawn to him. You too can barely peel your gaze off of him, even though you know you shouldn’t be out here, pining over your coworker this obviously. But he doesn’t seem to notice, because even when he does catch you staring, he simply shoots you yet another one of those smiles that have burned themselves into your mind and keep you awake at night with a fast beating heart, and then he moves on with his work. 

“Y/N!” you hear his voice calling out to you just as you’re about to leave the shop in order to return home late at night. Your shift finally being over, you look forward to a hot shower and some food, but his words make you stop in your tracks immediately anyway. You throw him a look over your shoulder, feeling nervous as it’s just the two of you left in here, and he quickly comes running towards you. “I’m sorry to ask this of you, but… can you help me lock up today?” You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly - usually there’s not much to do except for sweeping the floors and making sure everything’s clean and prepared for the morning shift, and normally Jangjun does all that work by himself. However, you decide not to question it, and instead you’re simply thankful that you get to spend a few more minutes with him.

“Sure,” you say, and he lets out a breath of relief.

“You’re a lifesaver, really,” he says, reaching for your hand without thinking and squeezing it tightly in his. “One of the boxes got messed up during delivery, and now there’s kind of a mess everywhere…” You walk to the back of the shop together, and when you see the puddle of syrup on the floor, you sigh. The sticky liquid has spilled under one of the shelves in the storage, and there’s no way to figure out where it’s coming from by just looking at the cardboard boxes once.

“So we have to open and check all of these?” you ask and he nods.

“I’m afraid so…” He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration once, before adding, “And I thought I’d be home early for once.” Hearing his words, you feel the need to find the culprit quickly, not wanting this to keep him here for longer than necessary.

“Let’s start by taking all of them out,” you say. “If we check the bottom of the boxes, we’ll probably find the one with the broken bottle quickly.”

“You’re right,” he agrees, and he’s already reaching for the first heavy-looking box. Fetching a cutter knife from around the corner real quick, you open every box that has a stain of the sticky syrup, until eventually you find the right one. Carefully taking out the broken plastic bottle, you dispose of it together. Now all that’s left to do is cleaning up the sticky mess on the floor, and sorting the wares from the stained boxes into the shelf. 

When you’re done, it’s almost an hour later, and a look at the clock hanging above the entrance to the storage room makes you sigh.

“Sorry for taking so long,” you apologize - though you know it couldn’t have been helped.

“No, no,” Jangjun immediately cuts you off, and he looks away as he continues, “We were a lot faster thanks to you, so… thank you for staying behind with me.”

“Of course,” you answer, and then you add with a laugh, “I couldn’t have left you here all by yourself.” He looks up, his surprised gaze almost piercing through you, and you let out a gasp you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he then calls out your name again, and you gulp at the way the feelings rush through you.

“What?” Jangjun comes closer, until there’s only an arm’s length of distance between you. At this point you’re starting to panic - what if he’s finally going to call you out on the way you always have your eyes glued to him? What if he’s gonna tell you to just give up on him? You know how stupid you are for having feelings for him, and if you knew how to stop them, you would.

You hold your breath for a few seconds as he sighs, his gaze wandering from you to the floor, as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Why did you give up?”

“Huh?”

“I mean…” he clears his throat, letting out a tense laugh as he realizes how dramatic he must’ve sounded just now. “I mean, why are you keeping your distance from me? Did I do something to upset you?”

“I-” You’re still speechless, and so you’re glad when Jangjun immediately keeps talking,

“I just-… Please forget about this if I’m wrong, but… I thought you liked me.” Your heart is racing at this point, and from the way his expression has grown serious, you’re not sure if you should be happy about the fact that he’s bringing this up or not.

“I… I do…” you eventually admit, telling yourself that maybe if you confess and get rejected properly, you would find a way to move on. However, the guy in front of you seems to have no such plans.

“Then why are you suddenly avoiding me?”

“What…?”

“I mean, you used to talk to me a lot, and then suddenly all I get are stares from across the room,” he says, and it makes you feel embarrassed. “What’s that about? I thought we were on the same page.”

“On the…?” You attempt to collect yourself as you take a deep breath. Should you really tell him the truth?

“I like you, Y/N,” he continues talking, laying bare his feelings as if he had not a single fear of getting hurt in the process, and you’d have to be lying if you said it didn’t make you admire him. 

“You… like me?” you repeat, and Jangjun lets out an exasperated laugh.

“Yes! I thought I made that obvious…”

“But… but you flirt with everyone like that…”

“Huh?” There’s a surprised expression on his face now. Was he not aware of the way he talks to people?

“Someone said you talk to everyone like that, so I thought… I was just imagining things and I felt really stupid about it…” you admit, feeling ashamed of how naive you were.

“Y/N, look at me.” You do as he says, and when you find nothing but sincerity behind his eyes, you’re suddenly starting to feel like maybe you weren’t naive at all. “I like talking to people. I like making them laugh and making them happy. And yes, maybe it all comes across as me flirting, but… I swear to you, I’ve never looked at any of those people the way I look at you. And I haven’t felt about anyone the way I feel about you in a long while either.”

“That means…?”

“I like you, Y/N,” he says. “That’s what it means.” You stare at him blankly for a moment, while his sudden confession is still sinking in, and then you start smiling. You reach out to wrap your fingers around his hands, and when you look up again, you can see that his ears have turned a deep shade of red. Suddenly there’s a big grin creeping onto your lips, and you feel both stupid for not having noticed the way you affect him sooner, but also happy that you finally know.

“Jangjun,” you say his name, and he gulps. Despite him being the nervous one now, he does his best to seem calm.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?” You understand that your request could come off as too bold and out of the blue, but the idea that he could refuse doesn’t even cross your mind. And instead of waiting for you to take the initiative, he’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist, stumbling forward a few steps with you in his embrace until your shoulders hit the nearest wall, and before you can realize what’s happening, you already feel his lips on yours. Warmth spreads in your chest as he kisses you, and you’re overwhelmed by the way he moves his lips against yours with need - as if he couldn’t have lived another day without it. Your hands find their way to his back, where you grab onto the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it as you give yourself up to his kiss. 

You don’t expect him to run his tongue across your lips, eventually deepening the kiss - especially not considering that this is your first kiss with him. But somehow you don’t mind, because as much as he’s rushing into this with you, his every touch is still careful in a way, and you feel yourself melting against him.

When you part, both of you need some time to catch your breath. And now that you’re standing right in front of him, his arms still wrapped around your body, and your hands still holding onto him, you can see it clearly. The way he looks at you is different from how you’ve seen him look at everyone else, and though thinking about how you haven’t noticed it until now leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, it gets washed away with sweetness as soon as your lips connect again.

[sergeantsporks]

"#can you imagine calling for help from your abusive situation and a six foot guy covered in scars shows up"

You know Sergeant, in the US there's this organization of bikers (Bikers Against Child Abuse or BACA for short) who do stuff like escort kids to court, sit in on child abuse trials, even stand guard outside of homes of abused children- All because their groups' aim is to help make abused kids feel safer.

I can totally see Phoenix (And maybe some of the other ex-GG's!) starting up a similar group for the benefit of the children of The Boiling Isles'!

Lol, so in that scenario, a six foot blonde guy covered in scars would be incredibly reassuring to a previously abused witchling.

OH YEAH I KNOW ABOUT BACA

Golden Guards Against Child Abuse (Golden Guard background not actually required). This is a thing now. This is what some of the Grims are going to do with their time post WAD. They're going to use their Golden Guard Intimidation Face on shitty parents and protect kids while they get out. Hell yeah.

[key201303]

Welcome to this year's Saint Valentine's special series. It will contain 4 different scenarios where The Rose members will ask you to marry them 💕

Also if you want you can request your short scenario with your favorite idol/actor from my MASTERLIST. You're free to request any scenario that comes up to your mind 💕 You'll be able to request from today until Feb 14th

Happy Valentine's day! 💕 And if you don't have anybody that gift you chocolates, gift them yourself and show some love to your self, you deserve it 💕

VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

[blossom-hwa]

happy 5 years! may i request something sweet with jibeom? like maybe a baker or florist au !!

hey anon!! thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy what I've written for it <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Pairing: Jibeom x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

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Some days, Jibeom finds himself unable to smile. 

It isn’t most days, thankfully - he’s got a family that cares for him, friends who find it in themselves to annoy him every day, a cat who likes to wind her way around his legs to the point of tripping him whenever he comes home. He can usually find a reason to smile, even if it’s very small. 

But life is annoying, and life is hard. There are days where the gray cloud hanging over him only seems to grow darker and heavier no matter what - his boss being upset at him for something he can’t control, rain pouring overhead on the one day he forgot to bring his umbrella. When that happens, it’s too hard to smile, and Jibeom doesn’t even want to try. 

On one of these dark days, he finds himself inside a little florist a street away from his office, one that he always passes by but has never really found a reason to actually explore. Today, though, the rain is pouring too hard for him to make it the next street to his bus stop, so he finds himself ducking into the flower shop as a short respite from the downpour. 

A little bell tinkles as he bursts into the shop, hair and clothes damp from his sprint through the streets. He’s so busy digging through his bag, trying to make sure his laptop didn’t get wet when the rain suddenly picked up, that at first he doesn’t notice you approaching him. 

“Hello!”

Jibeom jumps, eyes snapping up to take you in. You’re smiling brightly as though the rain outside doesn’t bother you at all, dressed in a green apron stained with bits of dirt and flowers. 

“Hello,” he replies cautiously, slinging his bag back over his back. At the last minute he remembers you’re a stranger, not someone he should easily show his annoyance to, so he tries to school his features into a more neutral expression than he’d been showing before. 

You don't seem to notice, the smile on your face still as sweet and bright as when he first saw you. “Welcome to my little garden,” you say warmly, gesturing to the expanse of flowers and greenery all around you. “Is there something you were looking for? Or was it just the downpour?”

Jibeom reddens against his will. “Just... just the downpour,” he mumbles. “Sorry about that, I can leave -”

“Oh no, it’s fine!.” You laugh a little. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need until we close. The rain’s pouring really hard, wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything.”

Jibeom isn’t sure why, but for some reason, tears suddenly begin welling in his eyes. It takes all of his effort to hold them back. “Thanks,” he croaks out, trying to swallow the little lump growing in his throat. “I appreciate it.”

"No problem,” you reply, smiling softly. “If I may ask... you look pretty tired. Had a long day?”

Normally when strangers talk to him, Jibeom closes himself up, mostly just does the bare minimum to seem polite and tries to shut down the conversation as soon as he can. But looking at you now, Jibeom doesn’t feel the walls of his defenses beginning to rise. Instead, he feels them starting to fall. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It’s... it’s been a lot.”

“I see.” You nod slightly, lips pressed together in sympathy. “Give me one moment.”

Jibeom watches you walk around the shop, plucking a few flowers of various colors from their places on shelves and in buckets on the floor. At one of the tables, you make quick work of them, snipping stems and trimming leaves until you’ve created a small, pretty bouquet. “Here,” you finally say, extending the flowers to him when you’ve finished. “These are for you.”

He blinks once, twice, looking between you and the flowers. “Sorry, I - what?”

“They’re on the house,” you clarify. “For you.”

Jibeom blinks again. “I - why?”

“The earth laughs in flowers,” you say, smiling as you press the small bouquet into his hands. “I thought that perhaps, if you see the way it laughs, it will help you smile a little too.”

Dumbly, Jibeom closes his fingers around the green stems. The soft, sweet scent of the flowers fills his nose - he recognizes a couple of roses and something that looks like a lily amidst more blooms whose name he doesn’t know. “Thank you,” he whispers, fighting the urge to cry.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, and Jibeom can almost feel the warmth of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket shielding him against the cold outside. “Oh - it looks like the rain stopped!”

Sure enough, it has stopped, only a thin drizzle painting the windows of your shop. Jibeom thanks you again, only slightly less choked this time, then heads out again to catch his bus.

Once he reaches home, Jibeom looks at the flowers still clutched between his fingers. Vaguely he thinks he should find a vase or something similar to put them in, but for now he just stares at them. Bright pink, a sprig of warm yellow, deep blue and pale purple stare back at him, interspersed with leafy greenery. Colorful, warm.

As Jibeom carefully arranges them in a tall glass of water, he realizes the weight of his day no longer feels as heavy as it once was. 

He returns to your shop the next day, the sky bright blue with a sun shining bright against the clouds. You’re helping a customer when he arrives, but when you’re finished you turn to him, eyes bright and smile as wide as he remembered. 

“Hi!” you exclaim, walking up to him. “How are you?”

Jibeom smiles. “Feeling better,” he replies honestly. “I wanted to thank you again for the flowers. They were beautiful.”

You duck your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you,” you say sweetly. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I also -” He coughs a little, swallowing down the embarrassment threatening to crawl up his cheeks. “I don’t think I got your name last time.”

“Oh!” For a moment, you look as flustered as he feels. It’s quite endearing, Jibeom thinks as his smile grows wider. “I’m so sorry. My name is Y/N.” You cock your head. “If I may, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jibeom,” he replies. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A conversation arises from there, pleasant and warm and full of lovely, bright laughter. As you smile, as you laugh, Jibeom remembers your words from yesterday, and - 

It’s true, he thinks, watching the way sunlight streams onto your face, the way you seem to glow under the golden hour with the brightness of your smile. It’s true what you said, that the earth laughs in flowers. 

Because looking at you now, laughing in the sunlight, Jibeom can see the flowers ever-blooming in your smile.