#haku shota fanfic

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I have two keesoul one shots up now!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65492986/chapters/168575692

[sweetmisery]

first kiss with piwon | maknae line

pairing: intak | soul | jongseob x female!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: pt 2 of sharing your first kiss with piwon, hope you like it :)

part 1 - hyung line

INTAK - Nervous Hearts

The cozy hum of the restaurant surrounded you, warm candlelight flickering between you and Intak as you sat at your table. The soft clink of silverware and low chatter of other diners created a soothing atmosphere, but you couldn’t help noticing how nervous Intak seemed.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his napkin, his gaze darting between you and the menu as if he were afraid to mess up even the simplest decision. You tried to keep the mood light, but a part of you wondered why he was so tense.

Then again, maybe you already knew.

Earlier in the week, Theo had let slip the reason for Intak’s nervousness.

“So,” Theo started, resting his arms on the guitar he was lazily strumming minutes before as he leaned back in his chair. “Intak likes you.”

Your heart skipped. The words hit you like a soft blow, and for a second, you weren‘t sure if you heard him right. “Wait- what?” you blurted, sitting up straighter.

Theo laughed, shaking his head. “You heard me.”

The disbelief bubbled up, and yet… it didn‘t. Not completely. You blinked at him, trying to piece together your thoughts, but all you can picture is Intak - confident, easygoing Intak - stumbling over his words the last time he talked to you. The way he avoided your eyes and suddenly seemed more interested in his shoelaces. The way his smile lingered just a little too long before he quickly looked away, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“You’re serious?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Dead serious.” Theo grinned, setting the guitar aside. “He told me himself.”

The admission sent another jolt through you. Intak told Theo? Theo, your protective, overbearing older brother? The idea was almost laughable.

“And?” you pressed, your curiosity outweighing your shock. “What did you say?”

Theo leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees as he gave you a pointed look. “I gave him the big-brother talk, of course.”

Your brows furrowed. “The big-brother talk?”

“You know, the ’don‘t hurt her or else‘ talk.” He shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Told him I’ll break his nose if he hurts you, that kind of thing. He looked like he was about to faint, though. Honestly, I think the guy’s more scared of disappointing you than me.”

You had just stared at him, completely floored. "You're unbelievable," you had muttered, pressing your palm to your forehead.

You were still processing the sheer absurdity of Theo having this conversation with Intak - your Intak, the one who practically radiated self-assurance on stage but turned into a completely different person around you.

Theo picked up his guitar again, strumming a lazy tune like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said casually.

“For what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For giving him the green light,” he said with a smirk. “Otherwise, he probably would’ve just kept staring at you from across the room like a weirdo.”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed. But beneath the teasing and the embarrassment, there was that same warm feeling growing inside you.

Intak liked you.

Theo’s expression softened, though there was still a mock sternness in voice. “But just so you know, I’m watching him. And you, too.”

Back in the present, you glanced at Intak as he nervously adjusted his silverware, his expression so earnest that you felt your heart soften even more.

“You okay?” you asked gently.

“Y-Yeah,” he said quickly, though his fingers fumbled as he reached for his glass. “I’m fine. Totally fine.”

But as soon as the words left his mouth, his hand slipped, and the glass tipped over. The dark liquid spilled across the table, pooling near your plate and dripping onto your dress.

Intak froze, his eyes wide with panic. “Oh no! I-I’m so sorry!” He frantically reached for napkins, but they scattered from his hands onto the floor.

You couldn’t help it - you laughed. The situation, his reaction, all of it was too endearing.

“Hey, it’s fine,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him before he knocked anything else over. “It’s just a little spill. Don’t worry about it.”

“But your dress-”

“I promise, it’s okay,” you said, smiling to reassure him. “Really.”

He slumped back in his chair, his face burning with embarrassment. “I… I don’t know why I’m so clumsy tonight.”

You tilted your head playfully. “I have a theory.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re probably scared of Theo.”

His startled laugh broke through his nervous energy, and he finally met your gaze, his expression softening. “You’re not wrong about that.”

You grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from him.”

The playful comment seemed to relax him a little, and as the evening went on, the tension between you eased. But his clumsiness wasn’t finished yet.

The cool evening breeze brushing your face softly as you and Intak strolled down the path of the park. Dinner had been a mixture of laughter and clumsiness, but neither of you seemed to mind.

Intak walked a step behind you, his hands tucked nervously into his pockets. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could sense his lingering embarrassment from earlier.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you teased, turning to look at him.

“I just…” He trailed off, looking up at the stars before glancing back at you. “I’m still kind of kicking myself about dinner. I spilled my drink, dropped the napkins… I must’ve looked so ridiculous.”

You stopped walking, stepping in front of him to block his path. “You know what I think?”

His eyes widened slightly as he tilted his head. “What?”

“I think your clumsiness made tonight even better.”

His cheeks turned pink, and he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m serious,” you said with a soft laugh, nudging his arm. “It’s cute when you’re nervous. You’re adorable, Intak.”

The words seemed to catch him off guard. He ducked his head, a shy smile spreading across his face.

You continued walking, spotting an empty bench under a nearby tree. “Let’s sit for a bit,” you suggested, gesturing toward it.

Intak followed and sat down beside you, though as he did, he misjudged the edge of the bench and nearly fell off. You burst into laughter as he quickly steadied himself, his face turning a deep shade of red.

“I swear I don’t normally do this,” he muttered, groaning.

“Sure, sure,” you teased, still laughing. “You’re just keeping me entertained, right?”

“Something like that,” he mumbled, slouching slightly. Then, his voice grew quieter. “I just… I don’t know why I’m like this tonight.”

You turned to look at him, tilting your head. “You don’t?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I do. It’s because… I like you. A lot. And I wanted tonight to be perfect, but instead, I’ve been a walking disaster.”

His honesty made your chest feel warm, and a smile tugged at your lips. “Intak…”

Before he could finish his flustered apology, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His breath hitched in surprise, and when you pulled back, his wide-eyed expression made you giggle.

He raised a hand to touch his lips, his cheeks glowing red. “Wha… Did you just-”

“Yes, I did,” you said, cutting him off with a grin. “And for the record, tonight was perfect. Exactly because you were you.”

His lips twitched into a sheepish smile, and his gaze softened. “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” you said. “But just to make sure you believe me…” You leaned in again, this time kissing him a little longer.

When you pulled away, Intak looked completely dazed, his face lit up with an awkward yet happy smile. “You’re amazing,” he said quietly.

You laughed softly and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re adorable. So, stop worrying so much.”

For the first time that evening, Intak relaxed completely. The two of you sat there on the bench, your head resting on his shoulder and your fingers brushing lightly as the night carried on around you.

SOUL - One Step Closer

The clock on your desk blinked 11:47 PM, its numbers glowing faintly in the dimly lit office. Most of the staff had left hours ago, the once-bustling corridors of the label now eerily silent. You rubbed your tired eyes, a small pile of notes and schedules still waiting for your attention. You’d been organizing P1Harmony’s upcoming schedules for weeks, ensuring every detail was perfect. They worked so hard; the least you could do was support them.

As you tidied up your papers, a sudden thought made your stomach sink. My purse. You’d left it in the practice room earlier when you were running errands. Letting out a small groan, you grabbed your jacket and headed for the elevators. The practice room was on the third floor, and with every step closer, you braced yourself for the faint hope it wouldn’t still be locked.

When you arrived, however, the sound of muffled music greeted you through the door. It wasn’t just anyone practicing - this was P1Harmony’s practice room.

Curious, you opened the door cautiously and peeked inside. There he was: Soul.

Dressed in casual sweats and a tank top, his hair slightly damp from sweat, he moved to the beat with precision, repeating the same step over and over. You leaned against the doorframe, watching his determination. His members always joked that he was an “alien,” someone who could be weird and out of this world, but to you, his quirks were nothing short of adorable.

You cleared your throat gently, and Soul spun around, startled. His expression softened when he saw it was you. “Oh, it’s just you,” he said, breathing hard. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, stepping inside. “It’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?”

He smiled faintly, brushing back a strand of hair from his forehead. “I needed more practice. There are still parts I keep messing up.”

“Messing up?” you echoed, incredulous. “Soul, you were incredible today. Everyone thought so.”

But his smile faltered. He dropped his gaze to the floor, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I’m nervous about the comeback,” he admitted softly. “I don’t want to mess up and disappoint the fans. They expect so much from us, and I… I don’t know if I’m good enough.”

Hearing his doubt struck a chord in you. You’d never seen him so vulnerable before. “Soul,” you said firmly, walking closer. “You’re amazing. You’re one of the most talented dancers I’ve ever seen. Your fans love you, they adore everything about you. There’s no way you could ever disappoint them.”

His eyes met yours, searching, as if trying to find truth in your words. Finally, he sighed and gave a small nod. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I needed to hear that.”

A silence settled between you, comfortable yet charged. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, “Do you want to learn the dance?”

“What?” you laughed, taken aback. “Soul, you know I can’t dance.”

He grinned, his usual playful side returning. “Everyone can dance if they want to. Come on, I’ll teach you.” Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the center of the room.

For the next few minutes, you stumbled through the choreography, laughing at yourself while Soul patiently guided you through each move. He showed you the steps slowly, his hand resting lightly on your waist as he adjusted your posture or corrected your footing. His touch was warm, grounding, but it also sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach.

You felt at ease with him, even when you messed up. His laughter filled the room, infectious and pure, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. For a brief moment, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of you.

Then it happened. You slipped on the polished floor, your footing giving way. Before you could hit the ground, Soul caught you.

His arm wrapped securely around your waist, his other hand steadying your shoulder. You were so close, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes were wide, his lips parted in surprise. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, your breath caught somewhere in your chest. The world seemed to slow down as you locked eyes with him. Time hung suspended, the air between you thick with something unspoken.

“Soul,” you murmured, interrupting whatever he was about to say. You leaned in and pressed your lips softly to his.

Soul froze.

The kiss was soft, fleeting, but it carried so much that you’d been holding back for what felt like forever. Your heart raced as you leaned back slightly to gauge his reaction. His eyes were wide, his lips still parted in surprise.

“I… I’m sorry,” you stammered, suddenly unsure. “I didn’t mean to-”

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. “No,” he interrupted quickly, his voice soft. “Don’t be sorry.”

The corner of his lips quirked upward, a small, shy smile spreading across his face. The warmth in his eyes made your chest tighten, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t plan for you to find out like this,” you admitted, your cheeks burning. “I just… I couldn’t help myself.”

Soul’s smile grew a little wider as he let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess we’re both full of surprises tonight.”

You chuckled nervously, but before you could say anything else, Soul spoke again. “You know,” he said, glancing down, “sometimes I feel like I’m not… normal. Like, maybe I don’t fit in with everyone else. The guys always joke that I’m weird, and I laugh it off, but…” He paused, his voice trailing off.

Your heart ached at his words. “Soul,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. “That’s what makes you you. The way you think, the way you are - it’s what makes you special. I’ve always loved that about you.”

The word “loved” hung in the air between you, but you didn’t take it back. You wanted him to know.

Soul’s gaze lifted to meet yours again, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made you hold your breath. “You really mean that?” he asked softly.

“Of course,” you replied. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

He nodded, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. The small gesture sent a wave of warmth through you. Then, after a moment, he tilted his head slightly. “So… does this mean I get to teach you the rest of the dance now?”

You burst out laughing, the tension in the room breaking. “Soul!”

“What?” he said, grinning. “I mean, you’ve got potential. I think we could make a good team.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stubborn,” he countered, his grin widening. “But seriously…” He hesitated, then stepped a little closer, his expression softening. “Thank you. For everything you said earlier - and for this.”

Before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you. This time, the kiss lingered, unhurried and full of unspoken feelings. When he pulled back, his face was tinged with the faintest blush.

“You’re amazing,” he said simply, his voice steady but quiet.

You felt your heart flutter at his words, a smile tugging at your lips. “So are you,” you whispered.

He exhaled deeply, glancing toward the clock on the far wall. “It’s late. We should probably call it a night.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, though part of you didn’t want to leave this moment behind.

As you both made your way toward the door, you paused and turned back to him. “Wait,” you said, and he raised a curious eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“There’s one more thing I need to do before we leave,” you said, stepping closer.

Soul tilted his head, clearly puzzled. “What?”

You leaned in and kissed him again. This time, his lips curved into a smile against yours, and when you pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay,” he said, laughing softly. “Now we can leave.”

The two of you walked out of the practice room together, the quiet hallways of the label feeling a little less empty as your footsteps echoed side by side.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, you were content.

JONGSEOB - Unexpectedly Us

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays seeping through the narrow windows of the studio as you stepped into the familiar building. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced at the message again. It was from Jongseob: “Can you come to the studio? I need help with something.”

Your heartbeat quickened, though you weren’t sure why. You had been by his side for years now: his best friend, his constant cheerleader, the one who always answered his calls. But there was something about him asking for your help in moments like this that made you feel… special. Maybe it was because you’d seen his journey from the very start, since the first time he nervously auditioned as a trainee, barely daring to dream of becoming an idol.

When you reached the door to the recording studio, you heard muffled sounds coming from inside. Pushing it open, you saw him immediately. There he was, standing in the booth, long hair tied into a half ponytail, strands falling loosely against his sharp features. He looked frustrated, pacing back and forth, muttering words under his breath as if rehearsing something he just couldn’t get right.

You’d never seen him like this before - so wound up and on edge. Usually, Jongseob radiated a quiet confidence, the kind that came naturally with his undeniable talent. You leaned against the mixing console, watching him for a moment, hesitating to interrupt his thoughts.

Finally, you pressed the button for the booth speaker and said teasingly, “You needed my help?”

The sound of your voice startled him. He jumped slightly and turned toward you, wide-eyed.

“Yah!” he exclaimed, clutching his chest dramatically. “You scared me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and as your laughter filled the room, his lips curved into a smile. Small at first, but then growing wider, accompanied by that high-pitched giggle you’d always loved.

He stepped closer to the booth window, his hands resting against the glass. “I need help with this rap,” he admitted, his tone softening. “I just… I can’t get it right.”

You nodded and took a seat on the other side of the console. “Alright. Show me what you’ve got so far.”

As he returned to the microphone, you settled in, resting your chin on your hand. Watching him like this, immersed in his work, focused, and pouring his emotions into every line, made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t fully understand. His voice was like a rhythm that only he could master, each word laced with a passion that had always made your heart flutter.

But today, that fluttering feeling was almost overwhelming. You shook your head, trying to focus on helping him, not on the way his jaw tensed when he concentrated, or how his hair fell into his eyes when he tilted his head.

When he finally finished recording the verse, he stepped out of the booth, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. His long hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks were faintly pink from exertion.

“Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You broke into applause, grinning. “That was amazing. Honestly, I don’t know why you even needed my help.”

He giggled again,higher this time, a little shy, and your heart clenched. You wanted to freeze this moment, to hold onto the sound of his laugh forever.

“I mean it,” you continued, standing up. “Why do you always call me when you need help? You could ask one of the producers, or someone with more experience-”

“Because…” he interrupted, looking down at his hands. His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. “Because I feel like whenever you’re around, I’m at ease. The words… they just come naturally when you’re here.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of his confession sinking in.

“Jongseob…” you murmured, unsure of what to say. But before you could gather your thoughts, he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firmer this time. “It’s not just today. It’s always been like this. Whenever you’re around, I feel different. And lately…” He trailed off, playing with his fingers nervously. “Lately, it’s been getting stronger.”

“What are you saying?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. “I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling yet, but… I know I don’t want to hide it anymore. Not from you.”

Your heart raced, the weight of his words leaving you breathless. You took a step closer to him, his familiar scent enveloping you. “Jongseob…”

He held up a hand, his cheeks flushed. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I know this is-”

“Wait,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “You’re not the only one who feels this way.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

You smiled, your chest tightening with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. “Yeah. I do.”

He let out a high-pitched giggle, the sound filling the small studio. You couldn’t stop yourself. You took another step toward him, cupping his face gently in your hands. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and his cheeks burned red.

“That laugh,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “That’s exactly why I fell for you.”

His lips parted as if to respond, but before he could, you leaned in, your heart pounding. Your lips brushed his, a tentative, fleeting touch, and the world seemed to pause.

For a second, neither of you moved. The soft press of your lips against his felt both surreal and electric, like a line you’d both been toeing for years had suddenly disappeared. But when you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his expression, you were met with a sight you’d never forget.

Jongseob’s eyes were wide, his lips parted slightly in shock, and his cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. His long lashes fluttered as he blinked at you, clearly at a loss for words.

“Cat got your tongue?” you teased, your voice light, though your heart was racing.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again, his brows furrowing as he tried to process what had just happened. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, it wasn’t often you saw Jongseob so completely flustered.

“Yah,” he finally muttered, his voice low and shaky. He glanced down, avoiding your eyes, but the redness in his cheeks betrayed him. “What was that?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, I think they call that a kiss.”

He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair as if trying to hide his face. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

You grinned, stepping closer to him again. “Oh, come on, you’re the one who basically confessed first. What, you didn’t expect me to do something about it?”

“I didn’t expect you to-” He cut himself off, turning his back to you as if to regain his composure. “I was trying to be serious…”

“And I was serious too,” you interrupted, your tone softening. “I meant it when I said I felt the same way.”

He turned to face you again, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, the teasing stopped. The air between you grew heavy with unspoken feelings, and you could see the vulnerability in his gaze.

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not just… saying that to mess with me?”

You sighed, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. “Jongseob, do I look like I’m joking?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “No,” he murmured.

“Good,” you said with a small smile. Then, unable to resist the chance to tease him again, you added, “But seriously, you should’ve seen your face just now. You looked like a deer in headlights.”

His mouth fell open, and you could see the mixture of embarrassment and indignation flash across his features. “Yah! Don’t do that!”

“Do what?” you asked innocently, biting back a laugh.

“Make fun of me!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is already hard enough, and you’re just- ugh.” He let out a frustrated groan, but you could see the faint smile tugging at his lips despite his protests.

“I’m sorry,” you said, not sounding sorry at all. “But you make it so easy. You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Stop,” he whined, hiding his face in his hands.

Your laughter filled the studio again, and when he peeked at you through his fingers, his pout made your chest ache in the best way. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you said, raising your hands in surrender. “But seriously, you’re not mad, right?”

He dropped his hands and gave you a long look. “Mad?” He paused, then shook his head, his expression softening. “No. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.”

His words sent a wave of warmth through you, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension between you shifted, turning quieter, sweeter.

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence. “You know I really do love your giggle, right? It’s kind of my favorite thing about you.”

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” he mumbled, his ears turning red. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” you insisted. “It’s adorable. Just like you.”

His eyes widened, and you could see his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. “You’re seriously going to kill me,” he muttered, looking away.

You smiled and reached out, taking his hand in yours. “I mean it, Jongseob. You’re amazing - onstage, in the studio, and… just as you are. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing against yours, and when he glanced back up at you, his expression was softer, calmer.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “For being here. For… everything.”

“Always,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

For a moment, it felt like the world outside the studio didn’t exist - just you, him, and the quiet hum of the equipment around you.

And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you added with a playful grin, “But seriously, next time you call me for ‘help,’ at least give me a warning before you make me fall for you all over again.”

He laughed - soft at first, then louder, that high-pitched giggle you loved spilling out of him. “You’re so annoying,” he said, shaking his head.

“And yet, here you are, holding my hand,” you shot back.

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

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[moonstrvckz]

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keeho | jiung | intak | theo | soul | jongseob

[softlysoul]

SK8ER BOI ✃*𖦹𐬺

pairing - wannabe rockstar!jongseob x fem!ballerina!reader

genre - social media alternative universe (smau), comedy, angst, college au, arts school au

warnings - profanity, mature humor, kys/kms jokes, alcohol/drug consumption, etc

author's note - i love jongseob and i love losers so im combining them into one for this smau :p pls enjoy

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status - in progress

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chapter four i hate men

chapter five harsh

chapter six should i buy her flowers?

chapter seven

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[xzinbdg]

Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

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[evenyvn]

Say My Name

Haku Shota x Gn!Reader

summary : You've been dating Shota for a while now, but he realized that you two are still calling each others by your last names with honorifics, and he's eager to change that.

cw : gender neutral! reader, sfw, fluff, this is very shoujo manga coded, highschool au, literally just highschoolers in love, nervy sho, very short and self-indulgent.

this is my first ever piwon fanfic y'all, got inspired after reading a romance manga, and i feel like it would be cute if i write it with soul-

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The late afternoon sun painted the sidewalks in warm orange hues as you and Shota walked side by side, school bags lazily slung over your shoulders. The soft thud of your shoes against the pavement filled the comfortable silence between you two, your fingers occasionally brushing but never quite daring to hold.

It had been a while since you started dating, yet the habit of addressing each other so formally with your lastnames and honorifics still clung awkwardly to your conversations, like a shirt that didn't quite fit. Today, though, Shota had promised himself he'd finally cross that line.

As you turned down a quieter street, away from the main road and the prying eyes of classmates, he suddenly stopped. You halted a step ahead, turning back to him with a curious tilt of your head.

Shota shuffled his feet, his hand gripping the strap of his bag a little too tightly. His cheeks were already tinged a soft pink, and you could see how his gaze darted everywhere—the sidewalk, the sky, even a distant crow—anywhere but your eyes.

and then out of nowhere—his soft voice cracking slightly, as he carefully pronounced your first name without the usual honorific.

You froze, stunned by how gently your name slipped from his lips, as if he were holding something precious. You didn’t realize you were staring—intensely, shamelessly—at him, your heart hammering away. His face turned an even deeper shade of red under your gaze, and Shota looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

But all you could think about was how adorable he looked, trying so hard not to combust on the spot.

Your mind short-circuited, blank except for a looping replay of him saying your name. Only when you noticed you boyfriend's worried glance—a silent "are you okay?"—did you snap back to reality.

Right—it was your turn.

You sucked in a deep breath, your chest puffing out slightly with excitement. "Sho–ta?" you called, grinning so widely it hurt your cheeks. You stretched out his name like it was the most exciting thing you'd ever said.

His eyes widened in shock for a split second before his lips trembled into a helpless, crooked smile. His heart practically exploded inside his chest at how happy you looked just calling his name.

Without a word, Shota dropped his bag onto the ground and pulled you into his arms, burying his burning face against your shoulder. His hug was tight, desperate—almost like he was using you as a shield to hide how completely flustered he was.

You laughed softly at his little sounds he usually made when he's feeling excited—wrapping your arms around him in return, feeling his body tremble slightly with all the feelings he couldn't put into words.

The world around you faded, the sun melting behind the rooftops, leaving only the two of you—tangled together, hearts pounding, names still warm on your tongues.

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[blue-jisungs]

hellooooo! CONGRATS ON HITTING 8K FOLLOWERS LIKE WOWW ALJDKAJSS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU THIS IS SO COOL AND AMAZING!!!! now i saw your post and i know i dont write a lot, but you’re still one of the reasons i go on tumblr because i love seeing you write and just you talking with people through asks! now my ask is Stickers and Soul (Shota Haku) from P1Harmony! I think stickers if they’re so adorable like aldjakjdnss like just putting them in each others arms and things! Cute! Or making something funny on paper with them! Anyways! Its your call what you want to do or if you want to do it!

and again! Congrats on 8k!!!! You deserve it!!!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LIKE A STICKER 🧸ྀི — putting stickers on soul’s face ( wc 666 lol )

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT REQ GOT ME!!! i just love stickers so much and i love soul and it’s actually a perfect req so i hope you enjoy it!!! esp like,, i JUST saw them and they wont leave my mind im so happy someone reqd for piwon<333 and also thank you so much !! <3 it means the world to me <333

@kstrucknet

“wait, shota, don’t move” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

the boy sitting underneath you just stuck his tongue out in a playful manner, not caring one bit. you peeked at the switch in his hands – he was clearly too busy with mining.

you sighed softly and leaned to grab another sheet of stickers. you eyed them, humming in thought which one to choose.

then, you glanced at your boyfriend’s face. he already had some stickers on. a small cat one on his cheek, some flowers and butterflies. there were a couple on his forehead and a fries one on his chin.

“okay, i found more iron” he announced and you glanced at the screen of his switch again.

“nice” you smiled and suddenly an idea bloomed in your mind.

you started humming a random tiktok sound that has been stuck in your head and chose the sticker. then, you gently grabbed shota’s chin.

he followed, finally looking up from his game. his lips parted slightly, his gaze hard to crack.

you took the sticker and gently placed it on his nose, letting go of his chin to press it a bit to make sure it won’t fall off.

you admired your artwork with a proud grin. but you weren’t the only one – shota was also adoring you right now. you just looked so happy, so pretty.

you started to get a little cramped up from sitting for so long in his lap so you decided to take a picture and get off.

“let me show you” you grinned and reached for your phone, opening your camera.

you two giggled at the silly faces he made (and also one or two normal ones, when he was still to busy staring at you to notice the phone). once done, you tossed your phone to the side and was about to get up, when shota pulled you back.

“huh? what is it?” you asked, eyes wide.

he put away his switch and guided your hands to his cheeks. his own hands wrapped around your waist, thumbs drawing circles on your hoodie.

you traced the stickers carefully, not wanting them to fall off.

the small alien face you put on his nose was so goofy you just couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

“will you kiss me or do i have to put a sticker on my lips too…?” shota asked suddenly and you looked him in the eye, a flustered blush forming on your face.

“hmph, i don’t think that’s necessary” you teased and cupped his face gently before shortening the distance.

his lips were soft but oh, so starved for you. shota welcomed your lips on his with a happy hum, the hands on your waist pulling you even closer.

before you could deepen the sweet kiss, he shook his head and pulled away. you didn’t even have time to ask him what’s wrong when suddenly, he flipped you over so you were now laying on the couch with your head against the pillow.

flustered and flabbergasted, you had no words to stutter as he hovered over you with a devilish smirk.

“now my turn!” he announced happily, waving the sticker sheets in front of your face. oh.

you let out a small sigh but couldn’t help to smile wildly.

“we’re gonna match” shota said, a small focused frown forming on his face as he searched for the perfect stickers to put on your face.

when he found the first one, he gently grabbed it on the top of his pointer finger and leaned his face close to yours. you could feel his breath fanning on your cheeks and you subconsciously turned your head a bit to hide your flustered state.

“see, now you know how hard it was to stay still” he giggled and eventually placed the small heart sticker under your eye.

yeah, you’re just now realizing what a torture it’s gonna be.

shota, however, seemed to enjoy this a little too much.

masterlist <3

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@mon2sunjinsuver,, @litepowee ,, @l3visbby

[kisseobie]

OH AND-idk if you’ve received a request abt this before but I’ll take my chance, piwon with an s/o who has nipples or a tongue piercing 🤭

- 🪼 anon

p1harmony with a s/o who has specific piercings

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

genre: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: hii 🪼 anon! thank u so much for this request.. i have always wanted these types of piercings so this was fun to think abt :P i hope it’s okay that i included more than just the piercings u mentioned, i wanted some variety and couldn’t help myself lol

*ੈ keeho

kyo would beggggg you to get a clit piercing. kind of alludes to how hot it would be but he’s mostly just teasing—he doesn’t mind if you shoot down his jokes about it because at the end of the day it’s your body. when you do surprise him with one, probably getting it done when he’s touring so it has some time to heal, he’s dropping to his knees quicker than he’s ever done before, ready to eat you whole and gauge what reactions the heightened sensitivity from the jewel will get out of you. i can see him kissing your clit, right atop the pretty piercing, then replacing his lips with his tongue… would make a “v” shape with his fingers on your cunt just to spread you out so he can fully devour the view. taps the tip of his cock against the stud, and gets addicted to the mix of pain and pleasure when it slightly sinks into the slit of his cockhead .. buys you jewelry every now and then and makes you model it for him… yum

*ੈ theo

taeyang might be a mood maker, but he’s still very shy in nature, so i don’t think he’d ever express his desires for your nipples to be pierced directly to you, but he’s definitely fantasized about it. he might have drunkenly mentioned his little fantasy to one of his members late at night, when he’s assumed you’ve passed out on his thigh, when in reality, you were fully awake… if you surprise him in the future by flashing him, he’s immediately grabbing you by the waist with a crazed look in his eyes. lovesss pinching your buds and sucking at them whilst making eye contact with you, in fact i don’t think there’s anything he loves more. if you mix and match the color of your nipple jewelry with your lingerie sets, trust and believe he’s fucking your boobs and spilling all over them :P oh and he loves helping you switch and pick out your jewelry .. praises you all the time with words like “got your tits all dolled up for me, angel? you’re driving me crazy.”

*ੈ jiung

i’ve mentioned before that this man is a sucker for blowjobs, and if you get a tongue piercing and give him head? he’s losing his fucking mind.. would get all rough with it, standing up and slapping his cockhead against your tongue—decorated with a little bud of metal that he oh so adores. jiung would whine out from the added stimulation of your tongue piercing, especially when it would drag over the prominent vein etched on his shaft. would have you on your knees with your tongue stuck out as he fucks into his fist, making sure that when he comes, he paints your tongue, and your little stud, white :3 he’s soooo nasty with it… would probably think about getting a tongue piercing as well, especially after feeling how yours feels against his dick.. i feel like ji is such an experimentalist so he’d wanna know how a tongue piercing would make you feel … woah guys jiung tongue piercing WHEN?

*ੈ intak

intak is a simple man at heart, so he doesn’t need you to have any fancy piercings for him to get riled up. just a typical nostril hoop or loaded ears are enough for him to feel like the luckiest man on earth.. is always telling you how badass you are, it’s actually very endearing. ooh but if you do want to catch him completely off guard .. getting his name tattooed in traditional cursive lettering, with a single dermal stud on the “i” in his name, would bring a possessive side out of intak like you’ve never seen before. he’d probably spend many mornings admiring your piercings whilst watch you sleep, would definitely kiss the jewelry and help you clean the pierced skin with saline solution. doesn’t particularly want piercings of his own, but he’d buy those fake ones, matching yours just to surprise you one day (he’d be giggling because he thought he looked ridiculous, but would be pleasantly surprised of you pounced on him and found the potential piercings sexy) :D

*ੈ soul

any dermal or facial piercings would fuck shota up for sure. back dermals or angel bites, he doesn’t really care exactly what you opt to get.. he just loves to see his girlfriend pierced up tbh. imagining you with back dermals though.. i think soulie would be so amazed at how brave you would be to get them, as they are known as being pretty painful piercings. would accompany you to your appointment and hold your hand so sweetly throughout the entire process, and then he’d take you home and fuck you from the back so he’d have the perfect view of the new jewelry. once you’re all healed up, he’s definitely making excuses to cum on your back when you in fact know he’s just obsessed with coming on top of the studs <33 and if you have facial piercings? he’s kissing them as he pounds into your heat, making out with you impossibly close and hissing at the way the jewelry pokes at his soft skin. like jiung, he might even try to get matching piercings with you :3

*ੈ jongseob

get your belly button pierced and jongseob is fucking you into next week. his emo self would be so stoked if his girlfriend decided to get her belly button pierced. loves you and your crop tops already, but he doesn’t realize until you’ve been pierced just how much he loves the sight of your tummy out and about, especially now that it’s been decorated with a little pink heart charm. finds it so cute and so sexy, would definitely pull you into him and wrap his hands around your waist, thumbs etching little circles into your skin and getting dangerously close to the piercing.. oh and i can’t write jongseob without mentioning his love for photography. can you imagine getting your button pierced and seobie taking polaroid pictures of you on his bed, topless and only wearing some skimpy panties.. ugh and he loves looking at how ur tummy bulges when he’s fucking into you, the piercing being the cherry on top.. oh i’m gonna faint

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[piwonology]

Beaches

In which: Shota loves the beach almost as much as he loves you. What could be better than having both?

A/N: this is inspired by Beaches by Beabadoobee which I think is soooo soul-coded

*ೃ༄

Shota truly, wholeheartedly believes that he is in some way connected to the ocean.

He tells you this in the dead of night, whispers it like it's a secret. You smile at the feeling of his warm breath against your cheek.

"Okay, Sho." You murmur.

You had never liked the ocean, let alone the beach. There were too many risks. Sharks, sand in your shoes, sharks, sand in your hair—the list goes on.

So when he asks you to visit the beach with him, you shake your head. An instant No.

But Shota just looks at you the way he always does. The whale-shaped nightlight in the corner of the room casts the softest glow across his face. His eyes catch the light in a way that makes it look like stars are dancing across his irises. Like he already knows you're going to change your mind.

"You can't do that." You mutter, deadpan.

"Do what?" He asks with a slight scoff.

"Assume you can sway me with your—" you gesture to his soft pout and twinkling eyes.

"Is it working?"

"Does it matter?"

*ೃ༄

Okay, so you're here. At the beach. Of course you are. You stand awkwardly in the sand as you look up at your boyfriend.

The setting sun coats the otherwise empty beach in shades of orange and pink. Shota is wearing his usual beach attire: a lightweight button-up paired with his favorite black shorts.

Since you've never bothered to buy clothes for the rare chance that you might end up at the beach, Shota lent you one of his extra button-ups. It hangs loosely across your shoulders and smells faintly of sunscreen.

As you both stand side-by-side on the cool sand, Shota looking out into the soft waves and you looking at Shota, you give a dramatic sigh.

Shota looks down at you with that damn smile forming at the corners of his lips.

You wonder what there is to smile about. The sand is too grainy and the salt water air is burning your nostrils.

"Are the waves talking to you yet?" You ask.

"Oh, yeah. They're talking." He responds.

"About what, exactly?"

He puts a finger to his lips like he's apparently not allowed to discuss with his girlfriend what the water is saying to him.

You shake your head and look down at the way your toes bury themselves in the sand, hiding a smile. Shota dramatically strips his shirt off and runs right the water's edge.

You watch as he disappears into an oncoming wave, his cotton candy hair the last thing to be swallowed up by the velvety water.

As the minutes slip away, you make yourself comfortable in the sand. Shota is out in the water now, playing over-under with the waves, letting them rise and fall around him like he belongs there. You giggle, watching him tumble and resurface with ease, and for a moment, you wonder if he was right. Maybe he is connected to the ocean. There’s something in the way he moves with it, how he lets the current pull him without resistance, like he trusts it completely.

Soon enough he comes jogging toward you, shaking his hair out like a dog after bath time. You'd been busy drawing lazy shapes in the sand, but as he settles down beside you with a newfound joy, your attention immediately draws back to only him.

"Thank you." He says softly, bumping his wet shoulder against yours.

"For what?" You tilt your head in question.

"Coming here. I know you don't like it."

"I like you."

He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead at your warm words. You scrunch your face up when a stray droplet falls from his chin to the bridge of your nose.

You both laugh and the sound is almost melodic. You lean in for a real kiss this time, but as the sharp taste of salt hits your lips you pull back. Shota catches your arm as you reach up to wipe at your mouth, slowly lowering it down so he can cup your face in his hands.

The kiss he initiates is tender, unhurried. He moves his lips against yours like there's nowhere else to be, like he has all the time in the world. For a moment, you melt into each other. Two becomes one and you don't exactly know where his body starts and yours ends.

The sun has fully set now. It's dusk and the sand has become softer beneath your toes, the salty air doesn't burn so much, and Shota has the brightest smile on his face when he finally pulls away.

Maybe you do like the beach. Maybe you just needed to find the right one.

[letsbangchanblog]

NSFW ABCs for SOUL

Mature content: 18+ post! Minors, do not enter!!

Summary: NSFW ABCs

Idol: SOUL from p1harmony

Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex)

Sex can go one of three ways: rough and fast, soft and sweet, or the ladder of both regardless of who is in control.

 If Soul was in control, he would have a signal for the shift. His aftercare routine would start with him saying “oh my godddd” in a very cute tone or any weird noise. You mentioned once how much you loved it and he took that as a sign to do it often. He wants to make sure aftercare is very attentive and safe so that is how he eases the energy. 

He would be very fast to attend to your needs. This could be grabbing you water, or cleaning you up.  He wants to hear your laughter during aftercare most of all (this is why he starts it off being goofy). He wants to make sure there is nothing that bothered or hurt you.  He would want to talk about it right away if there was while taking care of you. He would be a multitasking king. 

If you are in control, he assumes aftercare is in your hands and won't overstep. You take good care of him too. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Soul would have a hard time picking a favorite body part for himself. Soul wouldn't be sure why you are attracted to him; he just would be really grateful that you are. You have to tell him your favorite part of his body (even if it's everything) and he would just take that as fact. 

On you, Soul literally loves everything and would hate to pick. His favorite would change everyday cause it all needs attention; however, your ass gets the most attention. Soul loves your eyes the most (wants to always look you in the eyes) but we are talking sex here. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Soul cums alot (as in often and quantity) and really wants the same for you. Once he has the idea of squirting in mind, he literally never wants it to be any other way. He knows it's not the easiest thing for you to do but he will always try. He is very good at reading the room. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Idk if it's a secret but he is horny a lot. He has dirty thoughts very very often; however, they are only about you. He is a very loyal guy. He thinks about you more than sexually but that usually just makes him horny. He is a slut for domestic life with you; that includes the sexual parts. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Soul does not have a lot of hands-on experience but definitely mentally has a lot of experience. He knows what to do because he wants to learn how to be good at sex. He loves that you are always so willing to try things out with him. He only wants his experience to be with you now. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bro, he loves everything. Missionary when he is feeling sentimental but doggy style when he is just plain fucking horny. Yes, these are basic positions but this is why he loves them so much. They are easy but just enough to get it done right. He is willing to try a lot of positions and would create his own, but he will always go back to the basics. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This depends. When he is in a very loving mood or very horny, there is no time for humor. He needs to show you his love or how much he loves fucking you.  If he is in a happy medium, he is very open to being playful. He is not a very serious guy in safe places so sex with you would count for him.  He would live for the natural humor that comes with sex sometimes. For example if you or him hits their head, HE HAS TO LAUGH AND TEASE. He thinks it's so intimate to be humorous during sex since it's a staple for your relationship. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Soul wants to meet your desires so this depends on you.  Tell him to shave it all, he will. Tell him to just keep it trimmed, he's ready to learn just how much. I think he would be uncomfortable with a full bush but fuck if it turns you on, sign him up.  

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very very romantic unless he's too horny to function. In reality though, it's still very romantic because he is constantly checking in but usually not with words. I feel like he would learn your physical reactions and would be able to detach from his needs long enough to check on you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Soul is a very horny man but I think he loves saving it for you. He would have very dirty thoughts but less likely to act unless you are involved. On tour, he would text you asking if he can cum and stuff like that. He just wants the love of his life involved in his orgasms.

If you are horny and reach out, he is on cloud 9. So excited you want him involved in your orgasms but never upset if you do things on your own. He just needs to know he's the only one you want. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think he's into the fact that you or him are able to be in control. He loves feeling dominant and dominated. He thinks strong, independent women are so fucking hot. He wants to be your play thing as much as he wants you to be his. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Soul loves the thought of fucking you anywhere but perfers private spaces. He wouldn't be against outside of the home but prefers being able to go all out with no concern. He cant fuck you just in the bedroom though. You have to be ready for the shower, kitchen, living room, the floor, etc. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your orgasm. Hands down. He loves giving you just what you need. The sounds you make help him keep up his speed even if he's tired. He would break himself to get you to squirt. 

Your body in general is a turn on for him, but needs you to cum. He would not forgive himself if you didn't cum. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

COULD NEVER HURT YOU.   He would be willing to slap you (ass or face), and choke you but could never do knife play or anything like that. He would never hurt the love of his life beyond very basic BDSM. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both so much.. His cock is so needy so if you suck him off, he owes you his life. He would do the same for you since he knows Oral feels so good. He would live between your legs just to hear you enjoy yourself. He knows it's easier for you to cum this way too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like before, sex can go one of three ways: rough and fast, soft and sweet, or the ladder of both regardless of who is in control. He is willing to do it all with you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies but they usually leave him unsatisfied since there is not always enough time to make you cum. He loves that you are so willing so he can but it breaks him a bit to not always have the same for you.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Always willing to experiment but when there is no pressure. He will fuck you when the boys are around but that would not be a time to take risk. When you are both alone, he can be convinced of a lot as long as you aren't getting hurt. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last days if you let him. He usually lasts 30 minutes to an hour when things are safe to do so. He will prolong his orgasm to attend to yours. So he can last as long as necessary. He has very good control of his own orgasm. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Very down.. he loves to use a vibrator on you so you can cum on his dick (almost makes him cry, he loves it so much).  He will let you use toys on him too. He is a big fan of cock rings. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Honestly, he is more willing to have you tease him than him tease you. You cumming is his life mission. He will hold back if you want to be edged but more interested in making you cum multiple times. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Soul is very loud when you are in control . He doesn't talk but he moans and whimpers so much. He is very stereotypical. He can't help it. If he is in control, he has more control over his vocals since he is only worried about you.  If you get off on his sounds, he will let loose. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soul would love sexting. He doesn't need pictures since he has your body memorized but loves hearing you talk dirty. He wants you to use him. You tell him that you want him to fuck you stupid, done. Tell him YOU are gonna fuck him stupid, he's dead.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We have seen his abs… we know his body isn't disappointing. I don't think he has the biggest dick but he has literally the perfect sized dick. It's enough to hit the spot but not enough to have you dreading the aftermath. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very very high and it's all for you. He will do horny things on stage but you are on his mind during it. He thinks to himself that he is always trying to perform for you only. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He can stay awake honestly unless he is in a deep subspace. He would rather watch you sleep but sex is spread out during the day. It's not always possible to sleep afterwards. 

[zeroseuniverse]

Clueless

Word Count: 468 Summary:He shrugs again, but you catch the tiniest hint of a smirk. “You’re still talking to me, though.” You laugh. “Yeah. Guess I am.” Pairing: Soul X reader

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“You don’t get it,” you sigh, running a hand down your face. “I have a lot of bottled-up emotions.”

Soul blinks at you, his usual unreadable expression somehow looking even blanker. “Break the bottle.”

You pause. “That’s not how metaphors wor—”

“Where is it?” He stands up, glancing around with unsettling determination. “If you’re too scared to do it, I’ll do it.”

It takes you a second to process what’s happening. “Wait. Soul.” You grab his wrist before he actually starts searching for a real bottle. “It’s not—there’s no actual bottle.”

His brows furrow, lips pressing into a thin line. “You just said there was.”

You sigh again, this time with more fond exasperation. “It’s a metaphor, Soul. I mean I have a lot of emotions built up inside me, like they’re trapped in a bottle.”

He tilts his head. “So… you want to break it?”

You groan. “Not literally.”

Soul stares at you for a long moment before finally sitting back down. “That’s stupid. If you’re gonna bottle something up, at least use something stronger than glass.”

You blink. “That’s—" You stop, realizing there’s no point in arguing. Instead, you shake your head and laugh, the tension in your chest easing just a bit. “You’re the worst person to vent to.”

He shrugs. “You’re still talking to me, though.”

You can’t even argue with that.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I’m a lost cause.”

Soul leans back against the couch, arms crossed, watching you with that same unreadable expression. “So… if you’re not actually talking about a bottle, how do you break it?”

You hesitate. That’s actually a good question. “I don’t know. I guess you just… let it out? Talk about it?”

He nods slowly like he’s trying to process this completely foreign concept. “Or punch something,” he suggests.

You snort. “Right. Because violence is always the answer.”

Soul shrugs, dead serious. “Sometimes.”

You let out another small laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s gonna help me, though.”

He’s quiet for a second, then says, “Then do what you just did.”

“Huh?”

“You laughed,” he points out simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If breaking the bottle means letting it out, you already did it.”

You blink at him. The thought is so simple yet oddly profound coming from someone who just tried to locate a nonexistent bottle five minutes ago.

“I guess I did,” you admit.

He nods, satisfied, and leans back into his usual comfortable silence.

After a moment, you nudge his arm. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks.”

He shrugs again, but you catch the tiniest hint of a smirk. “You’re still talking to me, though.”

You laugh. “Yeah. Guess I am.”

[h0neybb]

— we oughta take it easy

୨୧ haku shota x m!7thmember!reader ୨୧ after many crazy activities, (aka a normal day with shota) you both fall ill. neither of you particularly want to take care of the other, so you're both just sick idiots together. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: mentions of illness and taking medication, mild cursing (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 1.5k

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To put it lightly, you were a little bit pissed off. Not necessarily at Shota, but... definitely at Shota. You were just outside, taking a nice little walk in the snow, when he decided to start throwing snowballs. At you. You told him to stop, but he didn't, and in the end, you both got sick; you, because he kept throwing snow at you, and him because he had been holding the snow with his bare hands... and maybe because you finally snapped and shoved some snow down the back of his shirt.

You had never taken Shota to be so much of a complainer. He usually knew how to find the positive in everything. But it seemed like the moment he started sniffling, he turned into a completely different person. For example, at the moment, he was draped across your back, hugging you tightly as you lazily bent over a pot of soup on the stove. You stirred the pot carefully, and whenever you had the audacity to shift, even just a bit, Shota would whine against your back, holding you tighter and complaining that you needed to stand still. You could only let out a sigh as you grabbed a tablespoon to let the other taste test your attempt at a hearty chicken noodle soup. You finally pried him from your back, tempting him with the prospect of food, but the moment the spoon hit his lips, he was nearly hacking, begging for water.

"It's so salty!" He tried to yell, but it came out as more of a squeak as his voice was completely gone from all of the coughing and dryness of his throat. You thought he was just overreacting, but one taste and you too were searching for a glass of water to rid the overly-salty taste from your mouth. Well, that went well. You had no idea how either of you were going to recover before an upcoming music video shoot, which was — looking at the calendar — five days away. Oh well, you could just rest, order in and take it easy, maybe binge a show or two, and try again tomorrow.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard Shota quietly rage at his computer. You were confused as to why he was even awake. Did he not still feel like absolute garbage? Honestly, you didn't know if you would be happy if he was feeling better, as with the way you felt, you would probably be jealous. So, you propped yourself up on your elbow, murmuring groggily towards the other.

"Shota? What are you doing?" You were able to ask before falling into a bit of a coughing fit. He looked over at you from his desk with big, precious eyes, smiling a bit.

"Playing Minecraft." He responded. He, at the very least, still sounded sick. You chuckled softly, sitting up a bit more with your eyes closed to try and quell the sinus headache that might as well have been rattling your skull.

"Shota, you should come back to bed and rest." You laid back down, unable to hold yourself up any longer. "Being lazy is the best cure."

"Our chickens, silly." He emphasized, pointing at the screen. "Who is going to take care of our chickens— our children!" Now, he was just being stubborn. You shook your head softly, reaching over to your nightstand to grab the glass of water you had been nursing throughout the night due to your frequent coughing fits.

"You're going to feel like shit tomorrow." You only mumbled before passing back out for another few hours while Shota tended to your shared Minecraft base.

You woke up again, only slightly, when you felt him crawl back into bed, snuggling against you for warmth. He made sure that your arms were wrapped securely around him, making a few happy noises before settling and falling asleep in your embrace. Four more days, you could do this.

Surprisingly — not — your prediction was correct, and the next day, Shota felt worse than ever. He didn't even want to get out of bed. You called out to Jongseob, who stumbled into your room, half-asleep and very annoyed that you had chosen to wake him.

"What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Will you go out and get some medicine for me and Shota?" You asked, batting your eyelashes as if that would've convinced Jongseob.

"Absolutely not." He grumbled, turning to leave your room, but you interjected. "I'll give you my card and you can get food for everyone, too. Your pick." You desperately tried to convince him, as you did not feel like going outside, especially when Shota was like this. As much as you were upset with him for getting you sick, it was hard to be mad at him when he was clinging to you like a lost puppy, begging you to rub his back to make him feel marginally better.

"...Fine. I'm buying a fuckton of food, though." Jongseob snatched your wallet off of your bedside table, and you sighed. At least you would get medicine. Plus, maybe you would be able to use the whole 'buying food' part to your advantage at another time. Right now, you were just glad that you could convince Jongseob to buy some medicine.

As you waited, you decided to dote on Shota a little bit, rubbing his back and making sure he was comfortable and warm under the blankets before putting on a cute, silly, animated show; something that didn't need much brain power to understand, if any.

When Jongseob finally returned, tossing the medicine onto your bed and giggling about all of the food he bought, you practically had to force feed it to Shota, who wanted nothing to do with taking either liquid medicine or a pill. You finally got him to take it, and though he whined and grimaced, he was out like a light within half an hour, leaving you to finally get a bit of rest. It was all looking up; you could both totally be better within three days for the shoot.

Unfortunately, though Shota was feeling much better the next day, you, with all of your doting and worrying, felt awful. Shota decided, though, that it would be a good idea to drag you out of bed and into the bathroom, for whatever reason.

When you got into the bathroom, you noticed that Shota had run a bath, loading it up with bubble bath and keeping the lights dimmed slightly on account of your practically unending headache. Damn, now it was extra difficult to stay mad at him, especially when he was kissing your cheek and slipping your shirt over your head.

Shota was a completely different person when you finally slipped into the hot bath. He got in behind you and just hugged you for a few minutes, his arms around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. He hummed a little bit, and you couldn't help but relax against him. Moments like this nearly gave you whiplash, as you sometimes forgot how lovely he was with how silly he normally acted.

He washed your hair for you and massaged a lot of the tension out of your shoulders, humming gently as he did so. The raspberry scented bubble bath was hard to smell over how stuffed up you were, but the few slight whiffs of it were incredibly nice. The steam from the bath did help clear your sinuses a bit, too, and by the time Shota was drying you off, you actually felt human again. As long as you two took it easy tomorrow, the shoot in two days would be a piece of cake.

All day, you had been hanging out on the couch, doing nothing. You just napped, watched tv, scrolled whatever social media you felt like scrolling through. Shota had been doing his own thing, probably playing Minecraft again. You felt a lot better, and you were glad your plan was working.

Shota eventually padded into the main area of the apartment, still sniffling, but only slightly. You peeked out from behind your phone and he pulled your arms apart, carefully maneuvering himself to lay on top of you. You didn't question it, letting him cuddle with you and bury his face against your chest. He stayed like that for a moment, before whispering so quietly that if you'd had anything playing in the background, you wouldn't have heard it.

"Thank you for taking care of me." He mumbled, trying to pull you impossibly closer, as if he were trying to meld the two of you together. "I love you."

You smiled, tilting his head up so that he was looking at you. You brushed his hair out of his eyes and leaned your head forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, you know I don't mind." You paused for a moment, before adding, "Thank you for taking care of me." His little smile was enough to make your heart flutter. "Plus," You continued, "I wanted to make sure we were both okay again for that shoot tomorrow."

Jongseob, who was sitting in another seat nearby, glanced up from his phone as his eyebrows furrowed. "Tomorrow? ...We're not shooting that music video until next week."

Now, you were a little bit pissed off for an entirely different reason.

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[yuqiune]

hear me out… i think soul would be the biggest switch

can i be 🥸 anon please thxx

Flip the switch

NO BC I TOTALLY SEE IT, WE SEE EACH OTHER

(Ofc you can (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）thx for the ask)

Being with soul was a totally whiplash, one second he would be focused on something and the next he's doing flips and making alien noises

You didn't have a problem with it, you found it very cute and enduring but what was really a whiplash for you, was your cute little alien boyfriend in bed

"Fuck...m-more baby..." You throw your head back as your boyfriend laps and sucks at your clit, you were having a bad day and he felt bad and wanted to make it up to you

He immediately lifted you to bed and was at your every call and whistle "Am I doing good, misses? Do you feel good" he asks, pumping his fingers in your tight cunt "yes sho...so good"

You cum all over his fingers and he licks up every drop before placing your legs on his shoulders and entering you

"I'll make you feel good, ease your mind" he kisses your cheeks, nose and forehead giving you a moment to breathe and rest "My job is to please you, no one but you" you giggle at his cuteness before he grinds his cock into you, moaning at the first trust

He could be so gentle with you, pleasing you however you wanted of wished or begging you to ruin him in anyway you wanted

Anything for your play

And other times...

"It's okay, deep breaths baby" you bury your head into the pillow and grip the sheets as he pushed through your pussy, your juices spreading over his cock

You were so overstimulated from the previous rounds of fucking your boyfriend, he was thinking of you all of dance practice and couldn't wait to see you

You called out his name into the sheets as he basically blows your back out, your ass bouncing against his v line, he moans out the sweetest and softest noises while picking up the pace

You had tears in the corner of your eyes "Mhmm Sho~ I-I can't...gonna..cum" you babble, a squish noise coming from your pussy clenching around him, you could feel him in stomach

He squeezes your hip while his other hand holds your shoulder, he thrusts into you so deep and steady "So warm, my.. blossom" he whimpers

Every time you think you've figured out your boyfriend, he completely changes anything and everything you think you knew

Maybe he really did come from another planet but you love him regardless

[softlysoul]

SK8ER BOI | chapter six - should i buy her flowers?

You don’t even see him at first. Not until you’re halfway through putting your hoodie on and putting your earbuds in, sweat still sticking to the back of your neck from practice. You’re focused on the floor, your shoelace, literally anything but the lobby, and then you look up.

And he’s there.

Leaning against the vending machine and trying to look casual, Jongseob. The boy who ran you over with his stupid skateboard and then tried to say sorry with that awkward half-smile like you were just gonna forget about it.

He straightens the second your eyes meet, like he’s bracing for impact.

“Hey,” he says, voice a little too loud, a little too nervous.

You freeze. One earbud still dangling, heart already picking up speed. There’s a solid second where you debate turning around and pretending you didn’t see him, but… he’s looking at you.

“…Hi,” you say, because you’re not a monster. Just a little socially awkward.

He clears his throat and pushes off the machine. “I—uh—I texted Yushi. Not like—not to tell you to come out or anything, just—he said you get out around now and I thought… maybe I’d catch you.”

You stare at him.

He visibly panics. “I swear I’m not a stalker. I just really wanted to say sorry. Again.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“And also,” he adds quickly, “maybe see if you wanted to get dinner? Or something.”

You blink. Your brain goes fuzzy.

There’s a moment where the rational part of you kicks in, screaming, No, absolutely not, this is weird, and also, what the hell, Yushi?? But your mouth moves faster than your brain.

“Sure.”

You want to disappear. Maybe rewind time. Maybe drop your bag and run. You curse Yushi's name and swear to ruin his life once you escape Jongseob. I trusted you, you think, trying to telepathically curse him.

Jongseob lights up like he just won the lottery. “Really?”

You nod once, too fast. You can’t even look at him. You’re going to kill Yushi. In cold blood. Slowly.

“There’s this place like a block away,” he says. “Kinda quiet, no line, good food. I go there after band practice sometimes.”

You mumble something like “Okay,” and start walking, despite not knowing where you're even going.

He falls into step next to you, chatting nervously, spouting some story about how he cried eating something spicy and now his bandmates mock him for it. You catch about half of it. The other half of your brain is fully dedicated to stewing in betrayal.

You are never telling Yushi anything ever again. Not even what color socks you have on.

But when Jongseob glances at you, smile all nervous and crooked, you don’t tell him off. You don’t stop walking.

Which, honestly, feels even worse.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE filler chapter for now sorry pookies

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[xzinbdg]

p1harmony reaction to "i have some tea"

pairing: p1h x reader

author's note: hello!! today we have some p1h! I am kinda running out of ideas but I might start like "bf texts" with individual members! stream killin it!! have a nice day/night! byebye!! 🤧🤧

p1harmony masterlist // my masterlist

[soubeomies]

pairing ; idol!soul x gn!reader

genre ; fluffy fluff

warnings ; NONE !!!!!!!!!!! this is so fluffy cute silly ;3

a/n ; PLS REQ FANFIC IDEAS AARGGHH I CANT DO THIS also i love bf soul im gonna CRRYYYY

soul had been out on tour for a week or so, and he was coming back to korea today. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone on your bed with the sheets twisted and crumpled, your legs tangled with your blanket halfly covering your body as you got a notification from soul. you then click it as you were excited to see what he had sent you.

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you smile at your phone before turning it off and setting it aside on your bedside table. you feel the soft fabric of your blanket against your skin. the cosy, comforting feeling that gently envelopes your figure as you adjust the blanket before settling it back onto your body, providing you warmth and solace in the cold chilly night.

the next morning came as you gradually collected consciousness as you rose awake. you sat up on your bed as you leaned against the headboard of your bed as you stir awake, gently rubbing your eyes as you feel the weight of sleepiness slowly fade away.

you got up from your bed, exiting your room as you walked to the kitchen inside your apartment. you then open a cupboard as you grab a cup and some other utensils to make some tea. you then shuffled to another cupboard as you grabbed a box full of tea bags. you fill your cup with warm water as you gently hold the cup in your arms, a slight sense of comfort from the warmth of the cup. the cold sensation of your hands gradually dissipating, replaced with the tingly sensation of warmth seeping into your hands. you set the cup down on the kitchen counter as you dipped the tea bag into the water. the water subtly takes on the hue of the tea as the water turns a light brown color, gradually darkening. 

the morning was silent and peaceful, the silence only interrupted by the sounds of your breathing and the sounds of the outside world, muffled by the windows that were closed. you were gently mixing the tea bag around into the water before you heard a small knock on the door.

you tilted your head as you walked over to the door. you reached for the door as you turned your keys, with a gentle pull, the door opened inwards as you were greeted by soul, your boyfriend, standing at your door frame with a plastic bag in his hands. your face lights up in joy to see him again after a while, “g’morning..” you gently spoke to him as you let him in. he still looked a little sleepy. his ruffled and messy bed hair is still visible. he walked into your apartment as he spoke gently, “i got you some things when i was on tour..” he said as he set the plastic bag he was holding in his hand on the kitchen counter. he gently peeks into it, the sounds of plastic rustling as he shows you all the different things he had gotten you. this man was quite interesting, you realise as you looked into the plastic bag, it was filled with things that weren't .. necessary? the plastic bag was filled with keychains, a plush, candy making kits, and all that stuff. you gently giggle as you look back at him, “you got me all this?” you said with a smile. he looked at you innocently as he nodded. “yeah, i got us matching keychains y'know?” he said as he grabbed a keychain from the plastic bag, and grabbed a keychain from his pocket shortly after. “see?” he was right. you both now had matching custom keychains of both his dogs, mochi and kinako :)