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[star-eyed-angels]

The Rose Reaction | FLUFF/CRACK | When They Have Too Much To Drink

On the fourth day of Christmas, I bring this gift to you. Four tipsy rose boys

In which your boyfriend has too much too drink during the Christmas season

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 4 of mini-Ficmas. Today I bring you my first reaction for the rose because I love them and have always wanted to write something for them🌹Enjoy my lovelies, and thank you so much for all the love on the days so far. And I will see you tomorrow with day 5 😘

FICMAS

MASTERLIST

WOOSUNG

It’s quiet in the taxi late at night. The windows rolled down a third of the way to let in the cold night air. You’re so busy watching the view that passes by that you don’t notice what’s going on next to you. You turn your head as you feel a warm body press against your side. Your boyfriend, Woosung, leans his head against your shoulder, clearly feeling the effects of the Christmas party you’ve both just left. 

“You okay there Woo?” you ask, noticing the way he slumps further against you. You don’t think he even notices just what he’s doing as he begins to cuddle you.

“Mhm,” he hums, giving you a small nod. A smile twitches at your lips at his response.

“You sure you’re not gonna fall asleep on me?” you joke, reaching up to run your hands through his curls. He leans into the touch with ease, turning to look up at you. You can’t suppress your giggles as he blinks up at you, eyelids clearly drooping. 

“I would never-” he’s interrupted by a yawn, only causing you to laugh more. 

He’s right, normally he would never be one to fall asleep in a taxi ride home. Woosung is by no means a light drinker. He can easily handle his liquor on any normal night out. But with the amount of tequila you watched Jaehyeong pour into each Christmas themed beverage, you’re not surprised that your boyfriend is practically asleep. You’d practically had to carry him just to get into the damn taxi fifteen minutes ago. He’d still been his drunk and giggly self earlier. He’d been stumbly as you wrapped your arm around his side, guiding him to the car. He’d giggled the entire way, finding every step amusing as he’d leaned on you for support. Now he was clearly in his sleepy phase of being drunk, if his massive yawn wasn’t a sign enough. 

“Okay, maybe I’m a bit sleepy,” he mutters, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You can’t help but smile, pressing a soft kiss against his hair.

“It’s okay, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” you say softly.

“Thank you, love you,” he mutters sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. 

“Love you too,” you say, though Woosung is already snoring lightly against your shoulder. You only shake your head, continuing to run your hands through his hair. 

DOJOON

Your boyfriend, Dojoon, is normally a free-spirited person. Never being one to shy away from being himself. It’s actually one of your favorite parts of his personality. But every once in a while when he’s had just a little too much to drink, the extrovert in him seems to multiply by a thousand. Like right now for instance, as you are coming home from his company Christmas party. Most people would be ready to sleep, or at the very least just get home. However you’re lovely, and incredibly drunk boyfriend, has decided now would be the perfect time to belt out Christmas songs as you attempt to walk back.

“Joonie, You’re going to wake the whole street up,” you say, shushing him with a tug to his hand. 

He gasps dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“You don’t like to hear my singing? I’m offended,”  he huffs, turning his head away with a pout.

You roll your eyes for what feels like the thousandth time, both endeared and over his antics. Honestly, the amount of times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight should genuinely be studied. 

“I didn’t say that, I just don’t think these people would enjoy being woken up at 2 am,” you say, continuing to drag him along.

“They’re just jealous of my singing!” he says, giggling next to you. You snort at his response, amused by the logic of his inebriated mind.

“Right, I'm sure that’s the reason. Not because some drunk man who’s had way too much alcohol is singing at the top of his lungs down the street,” you say. 

“For your information, It wasn’t alcohol, it was eggnog,” he argues, 

“Eggnog that Woosung spoke with god knows how much tequila,” you huff, recalling catching the other man mid act. 

“Oh come on, we have to have a little fun,” he whines, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He tugs you into him, nearly throwing you off balance. He laughs as you pout up at him, the force jolting you against his chest.

“You’re insufferable,” you whine, swatting at him softly. 

He catches your hand, bringing it up to his face. You rub your thumb against the side of his cheek. He leans into you easily, stroking the back of your hand where he holds it. Damn him for being so obnoxiously cute.  

“You love me though, yeah?” he teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Well obviously,” you say, feigning annoyance. He only grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your palm. 

“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” he says, eyes full of love. 

HAJOON

“You know I love you, right?” Hajoon asks, suddenly. 

“Yes, I know,” you say, chuckling slightly. 

“Okay, good,” he says. 

He’s quiet again as the two of you continue to walk down the street. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you repeatedly. He clearly has something else to say, but hesitates. You don’t try and press him on it, figuring he’s just thinking of what to say.

“And you love me too, right?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Of course I do,” you laugh, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Okay,” he says, nodding to himself. Another silence falls over you, 

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly. 

You finally pause, turning to look at your boyfriend. He doesn’t meet your eyes, choosing to turn his head the other way.

“Hajoon, where is this coming from?” you prod, gently. You and Hajoon have been happily dating for years. You’d never once had a doubt in his relationship. You had always assumed Hajoon felt the same. Atleast, he’d never once showed a sign of anything different. He takes a second to collect his thoughts, still not meeting your gaze. With a sigh he finally turns to you. You’re about to ask him again, when he cups your face in both of his hands. He brings your face up to his, staring directly into your eyes. 

“I just really need you to know how precious you are to me, and that I really, really, love you. Like beyond words love you, like can’t imagine a life without you, like I’m gonna marry you one day, love you,” he says, squishing your face between his hands. 

You stare at him for a moment, so caught off guard by this out of character behavior. You’re still reeling from how serious he sounds that it takes you a moment to process his words. Once you do you're unable to stop the smile that spreads across your face.

“You’re absolutely adorable. And incredibly drunk right now,” you say, fondness seeping into every word. Dojoon had warned you earlier about the drinks being a little too strong. Hajoon had brushed him off, easily downing four Christmas flavored drinks without a second thought. But even hours later, he’s clearly still feeling the alcohol in his system. Which apparently makes him profess the most heartfelt things he’s ever said to you in the middle of an empty street.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I love you any less,” he grumbles. His intense stare stays on you, brow furrowed in concentration. 

“I know, it just makes you extra cute today,” you say, reaching up to cup his hands in yours. He still frowns slightly, eyes never leaving your face. 

“You didn’t say it back,” 

“Say what, back?” you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.

“Y/n….” he whines, pressing his forehead against yours. 

You laugh, giving his hand a kiss

“I love you, Hajoon. Like I’m gonna marry you one day too,” you say softly. He grins, pressing a kiss to your lips, 

“Happy now?”

“Very. 

“Good, let's go home. Oh! and remind me to thank Dojoon tomorrow,” you giggle, already planning to hang this moment over your boyfriend’s head every chance you get. 

JAEHYEONG

“What do you mean we can’t get daechang?” Jaehyeong whines, stopping in his tracks. 

You turn to see him standing in place, with the world’s biggest pout on his face. He’d been begging for food for the last thirty minutes. It’s a normal occurrence for your Jaehyeong to whine about his food, he is the biggest foodie you know afterall. But now is definitely not a time where you can let him drag you off to one of his usual spots.

“Jae, it's the middle of the night, everything is closed,”  you explain, watching his face fall. 

“But, my daechang,” he sniffles, his eyes beginning to water slightly.

In any other circumstance, you’d be concerned about the sight of tears on your boyfriend’s face. But given the drunken state your boyfriend is in, you can only smile. He continues to stare at you like you’ve just crushed his dreams. 

“I know. But it’s late, baby,” you say gently. Jaehyeong only looks more distraught, looking like he’ll burst into tears at any second. As funny as the situation is, you don’t think it’s a good idea to have  your boyfriend have a breakdown here on the sidewalk. You remain patient, trying to be gentle as you soother him. Your main concern is to get him home as easily as possible. You and sober Jae can worry about his daechang tomorrow. 

“Tell you what, once it’s normal people hours and your hangover is gone I’ll take you for all the daechang you can eat, okay?” you offer, smoothly. 

He seems to think for a moment, going quiet in front of you. You turn to watch him, barely able to suppress your giggles at how much thought he’s putting into it. 

“Promise?” he asks, giving you a hopeful look.  

“I promise,” you say. You make a show of drawing an ‘x’ over your heart for him. This seems to appease him as he begins to nod.

“Okay,” he says, giving you the brightest smile. 

It nearly gives you whiplash, with how fast his mood brightens. Like he wasn’t just about to cry from not being able to eat. You smile at him, still finding his drunken behaviors kinda cute. 

“Come on silly,” you say, extending your hand out to him. 

His grin widens, rushing towards you to wrap his hand in yours.

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Divider: @/mikeykuns (bow) @/cyberbeat (line)

[firetextskpop]

Heyy! Can I request something soft and fluff with woosung?? :))

A/N: My first The Rose request, I'm so happy!

As you relax outside, the sun beams down on you and the 4 other men. 2Joon in the pool, having a swimming competition, and Jaehyeong is on the edge, feet in only. Woosung lay in a beach chair, cuddling you into his side. For the past 10 minutes he'd been complaining about how your head on his arm would create an uneven tan, but every time you got up to do anything, he pulled you back in whining about wanting to spend time with you. All there was left to do was giggle at his indecisiveness.

"You know I'm going to have to get up at some point, right?" You ask the shaggy-haired male and he groans and nods. "Do you not want anything to eat or drink?"

"Actually.. That doesn't sound too bad. Let's order something." Woosung says and picks up his phone.

"Wait, you guys are getting something to eat?" Jae asks coming a bit closer, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the other 2 members.

"What're we getting?" Dojoon asks hopping out of the water immediately upon hearing the youngest. Woosung jokingly starts pushing the members back.

"This is only for me and Y/N, back off." He turns up his lip.

"I want something with chicken." Hajoon states and Woosung marks him down for something he thinks he'll like. "Me too!" Jaehyeong follows up.

"Let's just get this for everyone, plus some sides," Sammy states and does just that. Everyone went back to what they were doing previously and Dojoon was the one to go get the food once it arrived. Attempting to be cute, your boyfriend tried to feed you a piece of food. Right when it got to your mouth, Woosung lost his grip and dropped the food leaving your clothes stained and a bit of sauce on your lip. Immediately he goes to clean it up and when he notices the sauce on your lip, he smirks. Now taking his thumb and swiping off the sauce, he pops it in his mouth and licks his lips after.

"What if I was saving that for later.." You fake pout and it makes him giggle. "Let me know and I'll kiss you so you can taste it."

Without a second thought, you told him you wanted it and his lips were on yours before you could complete the request. You couldn't help but blush after his boldness. "Anything else I can do for you babe?" He says holding intense eye contact and smiling his healing smile. The list could go on but for now, you think another kiss or 500 will do....

[saturnnelahy]

I'm in love

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

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

[exouniverse]

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

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Layover ❀ ✎ (wip)

박도준 Leo

Happy Mistake ❀ ✎ (wip)

이하준 Dylan

Candid ❀ ✎ (wip)

이재형 Jeff

Band’s Cut ❀ ✎

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[key201303]

Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king 💕 Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario 💕 P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.

You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.

He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.

You’ve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.

You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldn’t let anybody interrupt your little date.

Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.

“I have a few surprises for you today.” He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. “It’s not my birthday yet.” You said laughing. “What? Can’t I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?” He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. “It’s amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.” He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. “What’s wrong with you?” You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. “I just love you so much.” He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. “Open it.” He said as he continued to finish his noodles.

When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “Marry me?” He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldn’t believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. You’ve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. “Meet me downstairs then.” He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.

You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. “Is this more of what you imagined?” He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. “Fuck you Kim Woosung.” You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. “Sure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).” He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. “I guess we’ll go to the first band wedding then.” Dojoon teased. “Actually I haven’t even asked her properly yet.” Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. “After 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each other’s annoying selves.” He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didn’t care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didn’t care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. “We’ve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kiss…” He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. “You didn’t need to be that specific…” Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. “And now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.” He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.

“So? Would you marry me?” He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. “Of course yes.” You said, throwing yourself into his arms. “You didn’t look this convinced when I asked you out there.” He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. “That was not a proposal.” You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. “You at least gotta admit it was original.” He said proud of his first attempt. “Can you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?” Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.

And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.

[solastia]

Reading Yoongi thirst tweets

“What are you writing?” 

You cease your manic giggling long enough to sneak a look at your boyfriend. Your very disgruntled-looking boyfriend who is eyeing you suspiciously. 

“Just that the guy who played live-action Tokyo Revengers Draken could curb stomp me and I’d thank him.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Min Yoongi mutters. “Why is everyone on that app so fucking weird?” 

You shrug and publish the tweet. “The overdramatics are part of the fun. Do I really want to take a swim in Park Seonghwa’s clavicle sweat? No, that’s gross (maybe), but it’s fun to say.” 

“You’ve never seen shit like that about me, right?” 

“….”

“Right?”

“Honestly, Yoongi. You’re in BTS. You guys probably get these kinds of posts the most right now. And I may have…you know.” 

“Have you WRITTEN some about me?”

You grin at the man unapologetically, pleased to note that he's probably more intrigued than upset.

“Of course. Most of my hit twt’s were about you.” 

“Wait, you have a stan account?” 

“Oh yeah. I’m pretty popular because my accuracy when I discuss you is “almost like I know you.” 

“I don’t know if I’m more disturbed or flattered.” 

“Flattered of course. Now hush and let me read you some of my best work.” 

He waves his hand for you to proceed, and you clear your throat dramatically and mime putting on glasses. 

“On the occasion of our first meeting: “Just saw Min Yoongi in person and he’s so pretty I kinda want to tear my eyes out so he’s the last thing I see cuz nothing will ever top that” Well, that one’s not really a thirst tweet.” 

“Weird but cute I guess,” 

Moving on. On the occasion of our first date: “Never thought I’d be that person but I kinda wanna hold Yoongi’s hand while he chokes me out with the other one.” 

He snorts. “Your obsession with my hands is nothing new.” 

“Shhh. Ok. After the first time you broke my back in “Y’all ever just wanna live on someone’s dick? Like, strap yaself on him with a baby papoose and just sit on it all day? Anyway stan Min Yoongi”

“What the fuck is that?” he giggles grabbing your phone. He scrolls through a few more, giggling to himself. “Holy shit you are so fucking weird.” 

“And yet you’re laughing,” you hum, smirking as his face slowly resembles a tomato. 

“What the…”When I say I love Min Yoongi I’m being frfr. I want to cook him dinner, start him a bath, and meet him at the door with an open mouth” 

“Oh, yeah that one is true. I would actually do that one.” 

“As opposed to, “Min Yoongi could stab me 145 times and I’d still be screaming yes daddy.” 

“Well, the daddy thing we can talk about but the stabbing we probably shouldn’t if you want the open-mouth scenario.” 

He just groans and rolls his eyes, tossing the phone at you. 

“Whatever, it’s all fucking weird.” 

Time to pull your trump card. 

“Oh really, Mr. “I just want Wi Hajoon to grab my butt and call me baby girl, is that so much to ask?”

“Yah! I said that one time.”

[ahundredtimesover]

Hello lovee iwyts bt I just wanted to vent about something (just my opinion) , I really think oc is kinda selfish with her "relationships" thing in life like she's scared for making commitment n that's fine bt isn't it really unfair to her partners who genuinely fell for her and wanted to win her trust yet oc continues to act like the victim and shuts them out. Pretty sure if the gender roles were reversed suddenly everyone would've been on her side again 🤡

Hi! 😊 Omg long post I’m sorry but these are the most complex characters I’ve ever written so these asks are interesting!

I understand your point. And I agree that she’s a bit selfish bc she doesn’t want to commit; she can’t exactly expect for the other person to not eventually like her - that’s the usual case in fwb scenarios. That’s one quality of hers (maybe flaw?) in that she wants to be loved and wanted but she won’t open herself to it, which is the contradiction of her character. And she acknowledges that as well when she said it’s her greatest fear to lose a person which is why she doesn’t allow anyone to be important enough for her to lose. Even her best friends think that Hajoon could’ve been the guy for her but OC shuts out.

But I’d like to point out that her partners may have genuinely fell for her but they’re not genuine people. One was a bit possessive (more like a stupid drunk haha I wrote Hajoon to be decent enough but he shot himself on the foot), the other stalked and harassed her.

Interesting you point out about gender roles bc that’s one layer to it! OC enters casual relationships with the clear intention of having sex, which isn’t that much different from JK who hooks up with various women; the difference is that OC sticks to one person for a time but JK doesn’t do repeats (sorry for the term). OC’s men are the ones who ask to date for real and she doesn’t, so she breaks it off, and they act out. There’s that expectation from the men that she would change her mind, that she would naturally want to have a relationship (she’s also too honest of a drunk haha) and that the men are a match for her even if she says she doesn’t want them. Whereas JK’s hookups may question why he doesn’t want to commit but they just accept it, they accept that yeah he’s a guy and he doesn’t want to commit it’s fine the sex is good anyway. Someone pointed out that OC and JK are actually parallels and that’s true.

But there’s a sad element about it though - OC, knowing that she’s afraid to commit, just accepts what Hajoon and Chi-won say about her at the end. They call her selfish and a lot of other things, and that affects how she sees herself; that becomes who she is, and so she’s convinced that no one would actually like her outside of the sex-driven relationships she had with the men. Same thoughts that JK has, but he never hears that he’s selfish or that he doesn’t deserve happiness.

[betaejun]

Music Club 0.1

The music room smells like anxiety and furniture polish. Taejun shifts in his seat, hyper-aware that he's the only one sitting ram-rod straight—a habit from years of his father's military influence that he can't quite shake. Around him, other students sprawl across chairs with the comfortable laziness of people who've known each other forever. Their chatter flows between Korean, what sounds like Mandarin and English, creating a linguistic dance that still makes taejun's head spin sometimes.

"So, new kid," the club president, Hajoon, kicks his feet up on a nearby chair, "word is you've got a YouTube channel."

Taejun's ears burn. He'd hoped to fly under the radar a bit longer, maybe ease into revealing his online presence. "Ah, yeah. Just covers mostly—"

"Just covers?" A girl with electric blue highlights—Minji, he thinks—practically bounces in her seat. "I heard your Bruno Mars cover. Your runs are insane."

The compliment feels like a spotlight, hot and exposing. Taejun fights the urge to shrink into his blazer. "Thanks, but I'm still learning. Especially with Korean songs—"

"Oh my god, yes!" Another boy, lounging on top of a desk with a guitar, perks up. "Do that thing where you mix English and Korean verses. Like your 'Love Scenario' cover but with Post Malone's 'Circles' in the bridge—"

"Yah, Dongwoo, let him breathe," Hajoon laughs, but his eyes are calculating in a way that reminds Taejun of the choir instructor at church when he was little. He didn't like the choir director much. "But seriously, we could use someone with your style. The winter showcase is coming up, and we need something… different."

Different. The word hits like a familiar friend. Taejun's spent his whole life being different—too Asian for Chicago, too American for Seoul. But here, in this sun-drenched music room with its mismatched chairs and wall of dog-eared sheet music, maybe different isn't such a bad thing to be.

"I might have some ideas," he offers, and for the first time since entering the room, his posture relaxes just a fraction.

[your-sweet-cookies]

Being an overthinker was something that Cheng could relate to as well. There were times when his mind wandered back to things that he wished he could've done differently or changed and his heart would fill with regret and frustration. That's why the blond appreciated his work to some degree: it helped him alleviate some of that loneliness and anguish he'd feel on days he was all alone in his room, creating what if scenarios in his mind...

"It's okay to relax sometimes though. I get the fact that you're a workaholic, you've said that a million times already and gave plenty of proof of it, but everyone has a limit and breaks are part of work hygiene." He tried explaining and sighed as Hajoon pulled away from him. Did the shifter really dislike him? Cheng shook his head. Being pessimistic wouldn't help anyone. He just took in a deep breath and smiled again. "Well, in this case, maybe I should take it upon myself to help you relax. But don't worry, I'll first let you finish whatever it is that you need to get done. I don't want to be a bad guest."

@seoulxsinners

"That sounds like it's your brother's problem and not his partner's. He should know to draw a clear line between his own life and his love life and not allow his feelings get the better of him and consume him, no matter if his partner is good or not." Cheng shook his head, disapprovingly. Blaming Xuan if Minjun would've began neglecting himself and his work just because he was in love would've been unfair.

Hearing Hajoon's confession almost made him choke on the wine. "Are you for real?" He began chuckling amused. "This explains so much... You should be more confident in yourself, really! You're with nothing lesser than your brother, I am sure of it, and just because there hasn't been someone interested in you so far, it doesn't mean that there won't ever be one. Hell, with this attitude, you won't even notice when someone actually wants you and you'll miss your chance." Cheng leant over the table to flick Hajoon's forehead. "You're good looking and a smartass. The only thing you need to work on to be the perfect package is that attitude of yours. Try to be a little bit more... Chill and care free." It made him feel indignant that Hajoon hadn't even picked up on the fact that he was interested in him, but Cheng decided to be more lenient, since the other had pretty much no romantic experience.

"Well now that's more like it! Thank you Joony!~" Cheng grinned and cooed in a sweet cutesy voice, intent on teasing Hajoon with that nickname. "No worries, I have to get some work done on my computer too, so we might end up both staying up late. And who knows... Maybe when I'm done with my stuff, I could help you relax a bit after such a long day..."

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i sent an ask the other day but i already have another one lol ...

would love to read something with the rose jaehyeong where the reader is also in a band as a bassist and they meet backstage at a festival/show !!

please look after yourself <3

Hello! Thank you so much! <3 I hope you're taking care of yourself as well. This will likely be quick bc Jae is 1 of 2 of my #1 ults and on my mind a lot. I miss The Rose so much. Also it's like perfect bc I play the bass.

"We Rose You!" Woosung yelled out to the screaming crowd.

Here was another festival that each of your groups were at but the only difference was that instead of being on the other side, performing at the same time as The Rose, your group's set was after. 15 minutes between just to assure that the festival go-ers can get food and see other artists they may like.

You didn't intend to run into the members as they began coming off stage to the back, but you did. Luckily, the staff was cool, and when the boys walked off stage, they didn't shoo you away or stop the boys from talking to you.

"Woo! They're really riled up tonight." Dojoon says and gives everyone he sees a high five. "I mean you guys did great!" You blurt out and he flashes you his beautiful smile and leaves. Your heart fluttered a bit from the interaction but before you could even think about reacting again, Woosung comes by and stops when he sees you.

"Wait, aren't you y/n, the bassist in *your group name*?" Okay... now you're blushing. How does THEE Kim Woosung know you? "Y-yeah! How did you..." He chuckles and looks over at Jaehyeong, who is not paying attention and getting the sweat wiped off of him. "I researched a few of the groups in the festival and the way you play is so dope. Someone is also kinda inspired by you and has been trying some of your iconic baselines." He responds and nods his head in Jaehyeong's direction. Jae is now aware that you're there and he smiles and waves to you.

"Helloo" The taller man says to you and puts his hand out to shake your hand. You return the gesture while blushing really hard. Anyone could tell from far away he was really handsome but being this close to him was much different. "Hello." Your eyes met his. "I heard that you like the way I play." Clearly now you were getting bold. Jaehyeong laughs a bit nervously and amps up his charms "Oh yes! Its very unique. You're truly a one-of-a-kind."

"Maybe we could have a playing session one day?" You suggest, attempting to outdo him in his own game. His eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly at the response. "Lets do it." He says and pulls out his phone to get your information so you both can communicate. After exchanging information, Jaehyeong thanked you for your time and you thought there was no better time than now to ask for a hug. He very gladly gave it to you but was then teased immediately by Woosung and Hajoon.

"I didn't know you had game Jeff!" Woosung pushed him a bit. Jae began blushing and giggling out of embarrassment now. "Stopp" He whined and pushed Woosung back, beginning to walk away. "When are you two gonna get married?" Hajoon teases and puts his arm around the bassist. Jaehyeong sighs and turns back around to wave you goodbye. Quickly, you waved back and then felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you done flirting now? It's time to go on stage!" The lead singer says and you rush to get to your placement.

A newfound adrenaline rushed through your body as you prepared for the stage. Before you know it the lights are on and it's time to shine. The crowd is beautiful as ever but only one face sticks out to you. Smile brighter than the sun itself and his eyes even brighter. The only one who matters in that moment.

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That Boy is a Monster

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought you’d conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy you’d picked out wasn’t so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon

Warnings: dubcon, super dom!woosung, rough sex, a ridiculous amount of cum, degradation, blood drinking, woosung using the OC like a fuckdoll, minor violence, unedited garbage 

A/N: I’m back on my werewolf/vampire shit and I blame sammy for it

You haven’t had a taste of alcohol in decades, but, right now, the world was spinning around you like you had just downed a dozen shots of the hardest liquor back to back. Everything was hazy and all your senses were dulled except for the gnawing hunger in the pit of your stomach and the burning smell of spice in your nose as you nuzzled your face into the neck of the boy you were grinding on. You could barely hold yourself back from sinking your teeth into his flesh and getting at the burning blood underneath that was taunting you with the promise of satiating the kind of hunger you hadn’t felt in centuries.

You hadn’t even realized you were that thirsty until you smelled him. Something about him was so intoxicating and dangerous. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but his skin was golden and he smelled of something so earthy and familiar, it made your head swim and your skin prickle.

He easily agreed when you told him that you wanted to take him home, pearly whites gleaming in your hazy vision as he stared you up and down hungrily. Which was just all kinds of wrong, you were the predator here so why did he look like he could just eat you whole? And why the hell did that scare you? An ordinary human like him, no matter how intimidating he looks, is no match for you.

It’s only when you have him in your bed, ready to sink your teeth into him and far too drained to actually fuck him beforehand, that you realize your deadly mistake. He was no ordinary human at all.

“I don’t think so, kitten.” He laughs that laidback laugh of his and shrugs you off.

Even in your weakened state, you still reel from just how easily he’s able to pin you down and tear the clothes right off your body. He breaks no sweat in manhandling you, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up by your ass so he could plant a kiss on your now exposed slit.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck a vampire.” His lips brush against your lower ones and you feel a chill running down your spine as you finally grasp the situation you were in.

That fucker is a werewolf.

“Don’t you dare.” You hiss, and claw at the sheets to try to escape his impossibly strong grip, but it was useless. With your full strength, you’d make a formidable foe, but right now you were as easy as a human to him.

Spreading your cheeks apart with his hands, he pushes his face between your legs and gives out an appreciative hum as his wet tongue swirls in circles around your opening. That’s when you realize, to your absolute horror and disgust, that you’re actually wet for him.  

You’ve never fucked a wolf before, never even considered it. They were inferior creatures, ruled by their desires and swayed by the moon. A sophisticated being like yourself had no business dirtying themselves with such savages. But here he was, not only forcing you into it but actually getting your body to react to him.

His oral skills were as unrefined as you would think, his tongue messily prodding into you and his lips slurping up your wetness, but the little moans and groans that keep spilling out of his mouth as he enthusiastically eats you out just make you wetter for him. You can’t fathom how this wolf could have such a visceral effect on you. It’s like he’s infecting you with his animalistic need and forcing you to give into base desires you didn’t think you possessed anymore.  

Far from the dullness from a while ago, now everything was just too much. You keep trying to slip from his grasp, to get away from his tongue that was relentlessly flicking across your opening, driving you crazy with the need to just push it inside and fill you up with something, anything.

He gets you so worked up that when finally slides his dick inside you, you can’t hold back the whiny moan he tears from you.

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” He growls, hips moving fluidly as he fucks you, “I knew I could fuck one of you into submission if I tried.”

“I’ll tear you apa--hmph”

You don’t get so finish your threat. He pushes your face into the sheets, shutting you up.

“You’re all so fucking proud, but look at you now, propped up like any other bitch for me to use.”

He adds insult to injury by slapping your ass harshly. You yelp at the first hit, not having expected it, but when he keeps spanking you in order to elicit more screams from you, you resort to biting down on the sheets in order not to give him what he wants. It was bad enough that your pussy was practically sucking him in each time he went to pull back, you didn’t need to moan like a bitch in heat for him too.

But of course that fucker won’t just let you preserve your dignity.

“Oh no, you don’t get to hide from me.” He pulls your body up all the way, pressing your back against his chest with one hand on your lower belly and the other wrapped tightly around your neck. This way there is nothing to muffle your moans except biting down on your tongue hard enough to lose some of the already small amount of blood you had left in your body, and even then, he could hear every little sound you try to keep buried in your throat as he fucks you just like that with a strength only a monster like him could possess. “Come on, moan for me, kitten. I already know you like it. You smell more delicious than a bitch in heat. Moan for me and maybe I’ll let you cum on my dick.”

“Fuck you, you dirty mutt.” Blood sputters from your mouth as you spit the words out.

“Still too proud, huh? You won’t be when I’m done with you.” He slaps you again, this time over your pussy, the sting so unexpected it makes you clench around his dick hard, tearing a harsh growl from his own throat as he cums inside you.

You’ve never seen or felt a wolf cum before, but you’d heard they produced a lot. You’ve always found that fucking disgusting, but nothing could’ve prepared you for just how much he could actually cum. Spurt after the other, he spent his seed inside you in a seemingly never ending stream until it was overflowing and leaking from around his length that was still lodged inside of you.

“Disgusting.” You croak, feeling filthy with his sticky seed dripping from you like this.

Suddenly, you find yourself flipped around on your back as he unceremoniously pushed your legs apart with his knees to ogle at his own cum that was escaping from your pussy. He pushes his fingers inside you then brings them out, his fingers coated with his white seed.

“Fuck.” He groans as he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you. He was practically salivating at the sight, absolutely fascinated by how each time they came out with more of his cum.

“If you’re going to be drooling like a dog, why don’t you put your mouth on me already?” You mutter, impatient and feeling your belly buzzing from need.

The look he gives you as his eyes suddenly flick up towards your face makes you clench around his fingers that had stilled inside of you. He stares at you for a second before he smirks and bends down to flick his tongue across your clit.

You gasp, your back arching and your fingers flying to his hair to tangle themselves in it. He resumes pumping his fingers inside you, coupling it with a surprisingly focused attack on your clit with his tongue, making sure to touch and lick you just right, his superior senses helping him figure out what exactly you like. You guess he calmed down a bit after cumming and now he could focus on how to drive you insane.

You couldn’t look down at him because you knew that he was watching you, and if your eyes were to meet his while he was eating you out so good, you’re afraid he’d enslave your soul forever.

Just when you were starting to feel your pleasure building up from his ministrations, he pulls back and removes his fingers from you, making you let out an embarrassing whine which only pleases the cocky wolf even more. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls your hips down flush against his. He uses his knees to push your thighs apart and leans forward a bit so his hard dick is laying heavy over your needy pussy.

“Fuck, didn’t you cum already?”

“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you, kitten. I don’t know when I’ll have this chance again and I’m not leaving you until I’ve had my fill.”

You shudder at the way his teeth glint as he grins, and you can’t tell how you didn’t figure out he was a wolf earlier. Everything from his flashy outfit to the earthy notes in his scent to the way his fangs protrude just a little bit even in their resting state screams out that he’s a wolf. And now you were paying for your fatal oversight.

He bottoms out inside you once again, but instead of hammering into you like last time, he takes to swiveling his hips around in circles, sliding his dick in and out of you in a way that makes it brush against every last crevice inside of you and bringing his hips in touch with yours so his pubic bone grinds against your aching clit. This position brings him very close to you, specifically his neck to your sharp fangs as he leans his weight down on you. If he were to bend down just a little more, you’d be able to attack him.

Staring down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you purr seductively, “Why don’t you come closer, baby?”  

He laughs, “Because you’ll bite my head off if I did?”

“Nuh-uh,” You whine, biting your lip. “Just wanna taste you.”

You wrap your arms and legs around his body and try to pull him down towards you but you can’t even make him budge. Frustrated, you dig your fingers into his skin and rake them down his back, your nails still sharp enough to gouge red trails in their wake.

But instead of deterring him, it only works him up more, and he throws his head back and starts thrusting with more zeal once again, chasing after his own high. With each firm move of his hips, you could practically see the blood flowing through his visible veins and it makes your mouth water.

He was driving you crazy--staying just out of reach so you wouldn’t be able to get at him, fucking you well enough to get you close to the edge but not over it.  

“Come on, kitten, don’t you wanna cum? What are you waiting for?” He taunts.

You growl at him, baring your fangs and continuing to claw at his back uselessly. You’ve never felt this helpless and frustrated before. You wish you could just pin him down and get what you needed from him--just fuck him until you cum and then drain him of his life’s blood.

He must love it, getting to use a powerful being like yourself for his own pleasure, having you struggle under him but be able to do nothing but hiss and growl like a cornered kitten, all while your body betrays you and you pussy keeps spasming around his dick.

“I’m close again, kitten. Are you gonna cum with me?” He trails a hand across your belly until it rests just above your pussy, and then he just keeps it there, once again just out of reach of where you needed him. “Come on, kitten, cum with me.”

He pulls out just before he releases so his cum can land on your body, the large amount of it landing on your stomach, chest, and even your hair. You were now entirely covered with the smell of him, inside and out. You don’t know how you could ever live this down. You’ve always looked down on creatures like him and he knows it. So to be marked by him in such a humiliating way made fury curl up in your stomach, tangling with the pleasure there to create a powerful sense of hatred for the young wolf above you.

He must sense it, and he fucking gets off on it.

“Aw, you didn’t cum again?” He smiles widely, “It’s okay, I’ll give you one more chance.”

Your stomach drops as he sits up and pulls you back with him. By now you barely have enough energy to even hold yourself up, let alone fight him so he easily sits you down on his cock, his hands propping you up as he fucks you from underneath, making you bounce you on his dick like a fucking ragdoll.

How the fuck is he still hard? He must be getting off on playing with you.

In contrast to him, your body was giving up, your vision getting blurry as the last shreds of energy start leaving your body, and you can’t even hold your head upright anymore.

“Woah, woah, stay with me, kitten.” He tangles a hand in your hair and pulls harshly on it, forcing your head up.

“Feed me.” You rasp, your scalp burning as you fight against his grip on your hair in order to bury your face in his neck, and to your surprise, he actually loosens his hold on you a bit, letting you lean your head down towards him.

But at the last second, he nudges your head down so your mouth meets his upper chest, making you miss his neck by just a small fraction. Unable to fight against his hold and too starved to wait any longer, you clamp down on his skin anyway, needing anything you can get from him at this point.

There were no major arteries near you, but the small amount of blood that comes out of the wound you made on his chest hits your tongue and floods your body with pleasure. Suddenly, your senses are awakened again and you find yourself absolutely littering his chest with little bites that draw a small amount of blood each, but every tiny bit heats you up little by little until you find yourself desperately grinding on his dick while you lick and bite him all over his chest.  

He fucking loves it too, bucking up into you wildly as his third orgasm builds up. He gets so into it that his attention slips for a second, his fingers loosening up in your hair as he throws his head back to pant and moan. You use what little amount of strength you’ve gained from his blood to push against his hold and bury your face in his neck, your teeth biting down on him with a vengeance.

“AH FUCK!” He cries out, his orgasm hitting him hard. Growling, he pushes you down on to the bed, tumbling down over you when you refuse to dislodge your teeth from his neck, the exquisite taste of his blood making you eyes roll to the back of your head.

Claws protrude out from his hands tear at your side as he tries to remove your mouth from him. Using his hips, he hammers his dick into you, forcing you into your own orgasm and in that moment when your orgasm overwhelms you--the pleasure in your belly finally overflowing and reaching every last part of your body with the newly acquired blood you just drank from him-- he claws at your scalp and rips your head away from him, your mouth coming off with a small chunk of his flesh.

“Fuck, shit, shit,” He curses, holding a hand to his neck where a gaping wound was now.

You try to get up and attack him again, but unfortunately the blood you drank from him wasn’t nearly enough to help you regain your strength and you promptly fall back down on the bed, exhausted once again as your orgasm burns up the last bit of energy you had acquired.

“Bad kitten.” He growls, crawling towards you, his hands leaving bloody prints on the sheets. Grabbing your face, he kisses you harshly, biting your lips before you can bite him and moaning at the taste as if he liked it--knowing him, he probably did.

Keeping your head pinned to the bed, he pulls back slightly to stare down at you, his eyes still filled to the brim with arousal. The trickle of blood from the wound on his neck grabs your attention and you stare at the bright, fragrant blood hungrily, your stomach twisting and growling.

“I should kill you for that stunt you just pulled.” He snarls lowly.

“Do it then.” You were sick of being his toy. If this is how it all ends for you then so be it, you won’t give him the satisfaction of humiliating you any longer.

“Oh no, kitten.” That cocky smile is back on his face, “I can’t let a creature as beautiful as you perish.”

You narrow your eyes at him. What was his play here? “So what are you gonna do? Keep me around to fuck me whenever you want to? I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You’re right. If I do that I’d be writing my own death sentence. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ever visit you again.”

“You’d be wise to avoid me at all costs because if I ever see your face again, that would be the end for you, make no mistake.” You threaten him, fully intending to follow through on your words.

“Don’t you underestimate me, kitten.” He warns you, and you shudder at the dark promise in his eyes. You didn’t know what he was capable of but the thought scared you. He was obviously crazy and brazen enough to attempt it.  

“Now enough chit-chat. How about a parting gift? A small token of my admiration?” He grins deviously.  

“What?” You don’t have time to question him before he’s gone and you’re left alone in your bed, feeling gross and starved.

“Asshole.”

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You don’t realize you’d dozed off until you hear shuffling noises inside your apartment and a moment later, the wolf reemerges with another boy in hand.

“Here you go, love.” He proclaims proudly as he pulls the boy’s head back roughly to show you his neck, presenting him like a dog showing his kill to his owner. “Isn’t he pretty?”

He was. So pretty, and innocent and oh so scared. Too scared to even mutter a single word. The wolf must’ve really done a number on him.

The wolf pulls the boy to the bed and ties him to the headboard so he won’t be able to escape, then he pulls you on top of the boy, rearranging the both of you however he wants.

“Enjoy your meal, darling.” He whispers in your ear, holding you from behind.

Sensing that he’s about to leave, you grab onto his arms that were around you. “Don’t go. I want you.” You don’t care to hide the ferociousness in your voice, and yet it makes him shiver with need anyway. He wanted you to bite him.  “Maybe next time kitten. I’ll be ready for you then and we can have more fun.”  

He twists your head around to give you one last kiss before he takes off, leaving you with the poor human boy who he intends to become your meal.

When you look down at him, you find that he was staring up at you but once your eyes meet his, he squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches his face up in fear. When you cup his cheeks in your hands, he lets out a tiny whimper.

“What’s your name, love?” You ask him softly, and in that moment you realize that you don’t even know the wolf’s name.

“Ha-hajoon.” His voice is barely above a whisper but you hear it anyway.

“Do you know what I am, Hajoon?”

He nods, eyes still closed shut, and you actually feel sorry for him.

“Don’t worry, darling. This won’t hurt.”

He nods once again, tears falling down his face as he quietly sobs, resigning himself to his fate. When you lean down towards his neck and your fangs scrape against his skin,the gasp he lets out is broken wet and teary that it shatters your heart. It’s been so long since you’ve fed directly from a human and all those feelings of guilt and sorry come rushing back to you at once. With all that has happened today, you feel like you’ve regressed to your younger self once again, so uncertain and scared and alone.

You see those same emotions reflected on the boy’s face and you realize that you can’t bring yourself to hurt him.  Pulling back, you wait patiently for the boy to open his eyes and look at you, which he does eventually, gaze brimming with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He asks shakily, his voice raw and raspy from fear.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t have to. Feeding doesn’t have to be traumatic. Sometimes it can even be pleasurable if you’re in the right mindset, and you can walk away from it safe and satisfied. But I need you to relax and give yourself to me. I need you to give me your full trust. You think you can do that, baby?”

It takes him a while to respond, and you fully expect him to say no. But when you hear his heartbeat slow down ever so slightly, you already know what he’ll say next.

“Yes.”

You smile at him, your heart warming up to the strange boy.

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You had planned to drink just enough blood from Hajoon to get back on your feet then seek out nutrition from other places until your strength is fully restored and you can go after the wolf that started this all.

But Hajoon would have none of it. He refused to leave your side until you were back to your full strength. And that he did. He stayed by your side until he had nursed you back to health, helping you find more food by basically getting his friends to donate their blood for you.

It was then that you couldn’t help but notice how jealous he got when you’d feed from other people, and after that, it was pretty easy to figure out that the human boy had developed feelings for you.

You found it adorable, really. It was so like humans to fall for the very thing that could end them. And yet, despite being a superiorly more intelligent being, you found yourself growing fond of the boy by the day, and by time, you came to reciprocate his feelings too, falling for the boy who had basically saved your life.

It was at his request that you abandoned your vengeance plans. He convinced you that you won’t gain anything from chasing after the wolf. You’d only be putting yourself in danger and he couldn’t handle losing you. He needed you to stay by his side just like he did before.

You honor your promise to him and stay away from the wolf, starting by changing apartments to somewhere far away from where you’d met him and taking whatever measures you could to prevent him from finding you again.

As the days pass, you become grateful that Hajoon had stopped you. You’ve come to find happiness and contentment in your budding relationship with him that you don’t even think about the monster who brought you together. Actually, you had almost forgotten him entirely when he decided to force himself back in your life.

One day, you step into your shared apartment with Hajoon, only to be greeted by the overwhelming stench of blood, one that elicited nauseousness in you rather than hunger as it could have only belonged to your seriously injured lover.

Sure enough, you find him at the foot of the couch, sprawled at the wolf’s feet and covered in his own blood with a gaping wound torn into the flesh of his shoulder.

“Why is he still alive, kitten? Don’t you know when you leave food around too long it goes bad? Now look what you’ve done.” He indicates towards your lover, as if it was your own fault he was dying.

You rush forward, scooping Hajoon in your arms and checking his injuries. You almost jump back in horror when you see that the wound on his shoulder was a bite… one that could transform your own lover into a beast just like the one sitting so cockily and at ease on your couch above your head.  

Anxiously, your hands flutter around Hajoon’s body, trying to figure out what to do, and for a second, you consider biting him to try and turn him into before the wolf’s venom sets in.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The wolf warns happily, “It’s too late already and your venom would only kill him now.”

“Why are you doing this?” You wail in despair as he once again turns your world upside down on your head.

“I told you I’d be back and I don’t appreciate being pushed aside for what should’ve been a one-ticket meal.”

“You’re not pushed aside because you have no place in my life to begin with.” You scream at him, cradling Hajoon to your chest as the venom takes its hold on his body and he starts suffering the effects of the transformation. “You’re fucking insane.”

The wolf laughs and looks down at you gleefully, “Oh, believe me, kitten, you haven’t even seen the half of it.”

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A/N: I’m struggling so much with writing lately and I’ve only been putting out half-assed unedited fics and I hate it but it’s the only thing I can put out right now so I hope you like it anyway and don’t judge me too harshly lol

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Pairing: Jaehyeong x reader Word count: 1171 words Warnings: Just a bunch of love and fluff Plot: Jaehyeong asks you to be his wife A/N: I'm so in love with this man and writing this just feeds my delulu ass 🥹 Hope you enjoy this little scenario 💕 Happy valentine's day 💕 Taglist -> Let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

He would have prepared everything to propose to you during the concert in your hometown which happened to be the last stop of the tour as well. He was feeling nervous about everything. Not only does he have the pressure of the concert going well but also ask you the most important question of his life. And also he had to make sure the rest of the boys wouldn’t give you any spoiler.

“Just relax, everything will go as planned and she’ll obviously say yes.” Dojoon said, giving him a few reassuring taps on his shoulder. Jaehyeong looked up at him with a nervous smile, fidgeting the ring he bought for you. He didn’t want to show off but he had to say he had really good taste when it came to choosing the ring. It was a minimalist ring yet it held so much beauty in the combination of various small gems. You’ve always been so minimalist with everything that as soon as he saw the ring, he immediately knew it was meant to be yours. And even though Woosung and Hajoon suggested he keep looking around to find other options he refused until he bought the ring he liked. 

The time has finally come and the boys were waiting backstage to go out and leave all the energy they had in that stadium. You could notice Jaehyeong was more nervous and tense than usual. “Hey are you okay?” You asked him, taking his shaking hands in yours. As soon as you noticed his hands were shaking you started to worry. You’ve never seen him so nervous before a performance never before. “Yeah I’m okay, don’t worry.” He said, tightening his hands. He could barely make eye contact with you because he knew the moment you looked at his eyes you would perfectly know he was hiding something. He’s been wanting to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him for some time now and he couldn’t wait any longer. Their names started to echo through the entire stadium, meaning it was time for them to go out. “You’ll do as great as always.” You said, grabbing the boy by his black shirt as you stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a soft and quick kiss.

The concert went by pretty fast. Fans were enjoying it and so they were. And before they could even notice, time has come. Jaehyeong didn’t have to wait anymore to ask you to be his wife. He could finally say all the things he had strictly memorized so he wouldn’t miss anything. He could finally show everyone how much he loved you and how happy he was with you by his side.

You were quite surprised when Woosung and Dojoon called you on stage, completely clueless of what was going on. You were well known between the fans so as soon as your confused figure appeared on stage everyone cheered. You looked at the boys with a confused expression as they walked you in front of the man you loved.

Jaehyeong’s eyes were already teary and his hands were shaking again as he took your hands in his and grabbed the microphone with the other so everyone could hear what he had to say.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry you must be wondering what the hell it’s going on, why am I so shaky and why are my eyes so teary… I’ve been trying to practice for this moment for so long and I promise I’ve been trying to remember my lines throughout the entire concert but it all ended up being useless because I’m completely speechless now that I have you here.” He said, letting out a nervous laugh without breaking his tight hold on your hand. Seeing Jaehyeong was not able to start, the fans started to cheer, already knowing he had something prepared for you. “Okay okay silence, we need him to calm down so he can start.” Woosung said, gaining a deathly silence. Only Jaehyeong’s nervous laugh mixed with his heavy breath and the member’s quiet laughs could be heard now.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for always being so shabby and not so good at romantic stuff like this but I promise I tried so hard. I even memorized the lines I wanted to say but as soon as I saw you it all left my brain so I’ll just say whatever comes to my mind.” He said finally meeting your gaze. “Make sure to not say something that might get you in trouble!” Dojoon teased his youngest friend, making everyone laugh. As soon as you locked eyes with him you knew what was going on. It was like magic how easily you could always read him. “I love you and I have ever since I saw you for the first time in that cafe. You’re the reason why I smile every day and the reason why I can feel home everywhere I go. You’re the reason why I am who I am.” He said, his eyes full of love. “You’re also the reason for many of my problems but we’ll leave it there because probably I’m more of a reason for your problems.” He added, making everyone laugh again. At this point you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. “And after 4 years you’ve taught me what love really means. You’ve shown me how being loved feels like. And most importantly, you’ve kept me company on this journey called love.” He continued, finally letting go of your hand and placing his in his back pocket to take out a small velvet box. “And I want that to keep being that way. Forever.” He let Hajoon take the microphone so he could kneel down and discover the beautiful ring. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” He finally asked you. The crowd started to scream in happiness, only to be quieted once again by Woosung who was impatiently waiting for your answer. Actually everyone was.

You took a few seconds to admire Jaehyeong. His eyes were shining with a special gleam, trying to hold all the love and admiration he had for you in his dark orbs but it was impossible, so tears were running down his cheeks as a reflex of the overflowing emotions he was suffering.

“Yes, of course yes.” You finally said as he placed the ring in your finger. As soon as he stood on his feet again, his hands went directly to cup your cheeks and pull you into a deep loving kiss. Confetti was shot, the members were cheering and the crowd was screaming so loud. But still it felt like it was just Jaehyeong and you. “I love you.” You said, hoping he would hear you despite the loud noise the members and fans were making. “I love you too.” He replied, kissing you once again. 

And just like that you were off to start a new chapter of this beautiful story called life.

[flowerdrunk]

Hajoon is sleepless towns and midnight adventures filmed on cheap cameras. He's shy glances across the bus aisle turned neverending laughter beneath flickering fairy lights. He's window shopping and tiny pouts when the price tag is too high. Hajoon is iced tea and temporary tattoos. He's cherry lip balm and featherlight kisses on sunshine freckles. He's laced hands hidden in coat pockets and beaded couple bracelets. Hajoon is single flower stems and falling in love when you least expect it.

[blu-joons]

Night Time Routine ~ Wi Hajoon

A chuckle came from you as Hajoon scuffed his feet along the floor as he walked towards you, sleepily moving through the house. As he came towards you, you held out your hand, passing his toothbrush across to him so that the two of you could start winding down.

A lazy hand took his brush out of you as you then took the toothpaste and placed some onto Hajoon’s brush. After doing the same with your own, you took a step forward, wrapping your free hand into the small of his back.

A weak smile appeared on Hajoon’s face as he started brushing his teeth, keeping his eyes staring down at you. You didn’t quite know where to look as you brushed your teeth too, feeling your heart race at the feeling of having Hajoon’s eyes on you.

“How do you manage to even make brushing your teeth look so sweet?” Hajoon asked you as he cleared his mouth after two minutes. “I mean I look a mess when I brush my teeth, but you somehow make it look like an adorable job.”

Your head shook back at Hajoon as you moved in front of the sink to clear your mouth too. His eyes were still firmly on you as you placed your toothbrush back before reaching across the unit to pick up the packet of makeup wipes that you had already gotten out.

“My face needs cleaning, I’ve been wearing makeup all day.”

“Let me guess, you want me to do it too?”

Hajoon’s head nodded in reply to you at how predictable he was, brushing his hair back so that his face was uncovered. After taking a wipe out, you placed one hand underneath Hajoon’s face to try and keep him still so that you could wipe.

“How was your day on set?” You began to ask him as you started wiping over the tops of his eyes, “did you manage to finish filming that scene that you said you were doing today?”

“We got it all done,” he proudly told you, closing his eyes to make life easier for you. “I was exhausted by the end of it, but it’s such a relief to know that we got it done and don’t have to worry about filming it anymore.”

Your head nodded as you listened intently to Hajoon, moving the wipe along his jawline. “I know how much that scene has been playing on your mind,” you sympathised, “at least hopefully tonight you’ll be able to sleep comfortably and not worry anymore.”

You’d seen first hand how the latest drama that he was filming had eaten away at Hajoon. He had barely slept, barely taken care of himself, something that you could definitely see as you wiped away his makeup, revealing just how tired his skin.

As soon as you finished clearing his face, you grabbed a face mask out of your cupboard in the bathroom, unfolding it for Hajoon to use. He didn’t move as you lifted the mask up and placed it onto him, smoothing it out to make sure that it covered every part of his face.

“This should help reenergise you a little bit,” you smiled across at Hajoon, throwing the makeup wipe into the bin. “You go and make yourself comfortable if you fancy, I’ll finish tidying up in here and put everything away for the night.”

Hajoon nodded back at you, taking a few small steps towards the door. “Looking at myself right now, I really feel as if I’ve nailed down the boyfriend aesthetic you know Y/N.”

A chuckle came from you as you looked back at Hajoon, taking a moment to study him. When the two of you first started dating, face masks were something that he absolutely refused to do, but over time you had managed to convince him to let you do one, and ever since then, Hajoon had been loving them more and more.

“Stop talking, you’ll disturb your mask,” you scolded, ushering Hajoon out of the room. “Go and make yourself comfortable on the bed and I’ll be there in a moment.”

He nodded once again, this time turning around and walking through into the bedroom, throwing the duvet back and sliding in underneath it. Once everything was organised in the bathroom, you walked through into the bedroom too, seeing Hajoon comfortable already.

“Do you want anything before I join you under there?” You asked him, slowly walking around to your side of the bed, pulling the duvet back too.

Hajoon’s head shook in reply to you, extending his arm out for you to lay over the top of, wrapping it round you to pull you into his side. As he did, your eyes couldn’t help but look at him still with his mask, poking your finger against his cheek.

“I think it’s been about fifteen minutes,” you told him, tugging at the bottom of his mask. “I’ll take it off for you,” you smiled, slowly peeling it back much to Hajoon’s relief.

After throwing the mask across the room towards where the bin was, your hands smoothed over Hajoon’s face, rubbing in what was left over from the mask. You could already see a difference in him, noticing how much better his skin looked.

“At least you look awake now,” you teased as Hajoon asked you how he looked. “I love you, but when you came home from work, I could tell straight away just by the look in your eyes that it had been a bit of a difficult day for you.”

“I agree with you,” Hajoon replied with a chuckle, “I felt a little bit dead to be honest with you,” he added, settling down into his pillow. “I guess I’m just a lucky guy, at least I get to come home to someone here to look after me when I’m busy.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I’ll always be here to look after you, I know how hard you work and how much pressure you put on yourself too.”

“I have to do well,” Hajoon reminded you, “this industry can be brutal sometimes Y/N.”

Your smile was weak as Hajoon spoke, “that doesn’t mean that you should neglect yourself though, your own health is the most important.”

With a smile much wider than yours, Hajoon looked back at you, “I don’t need to worry about my health, I’ve got you to do that for me instead.”

“I’m being serious,” you laughed, “I don’t want to lose my boyfriend to work all the time.”

Hajoon nodded in reply to you, knowing that you were right. He loved being your boyfriend and definitely didn’t want to rely on you instead of being able to take care of you and not let work get in the way of anything.

He wanted more of the moments that you shared right now, the ones where he was able to relax and talk to you without any interruptions, and nothing playing on his mind too.

“You need to rest,” you warned Hajoon as you felt his eyes staring across at you, “catch up on the sleep that you’ve missed out on.”

His head shook in response, “I feel wide awake right now, I want to talk to you for a little while, I’ve missed you recently.”

“I’ve been right here,” you chuckled, “we’ve both been right here together.”

Hajoon hummed back at you, “I’ve been so distant with work though, at least tonight I’m here with you, properly.”

“We can stay awake, but when your eyes close, it’s alright.”

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