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sweetmisery · 1 month ago

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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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doujinshigirlai · 2 months ago

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Wrapped in their arms <3

Sypnosis: p1h members cuddling with their s/o (you) in the morning

Genre:fluff!!!

Warnings:none!!!

Requests are open!!!!

(I want to do a taglist!! SO please tell me if u want to be added)

Enjoy mll✨✨✨

**keeho** The first thing you notice is the warmth. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, landing on your face, but it’s the comforting weight of an arm around your waist that keeps you cocooned in blissful stillness.It’s Keeho. His familiar scent lingers on the hoodie you borrowed last night, and his chest is pressed firmly against your back. You can hear the slow, even rhythm of his breathing, warm puffs tickling the back of your neck.You tilt your head slightly, careful not to wake him, and catch sight of his peaceful expression. His lashes rest delicately against his cheeks, his lips parted just enough to let out a soft, contented hum as he sleeps.“Good morning,” you whisper, brushing a strand of his messy hair out of his face.He stirs, groaning softly, and buries his face in the curve of your neck. “Nooo,” he mumbles, his voice thick and groggy, “too early.” His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.You smile, biting back a laugh. “Keeho, the sun’s already up.”He cracks one eye open, glaring halfheartedly at the window. “The sun is rude,” he mutters, letting his eye fall shut again. “Let’s ignore it. Five more minutes.”You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only tightens it, one leg slipping over yours to hold you in place. “You’re like a koala,” you tease, unable to suppress your laughter.“And you’re my favorite tree,” he quips without missing a beat, his voice muffled against your shoulder.A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you relax in his arms. “Five more minutes, huh?”He hums in agreement, his lips brushing the top of your head in a lazy kiss. “Five more minutes,” he repeats, his voice softer now.And so you give in, letting the morning drift by as you stay tangled together, his warmth and gentle touch making it impossible to be anywhere else.

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**Theo** The first thing you notice as you wake up is the faint sound of Theo’s breathing. It’s slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that makes you reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed. You blink your eyes open to find yourself cocooned in the warmth of his arms, your face resting against his chest. His heartbeat is calm, steady, and oddly reassuring.You shift slightly, careful not to wake him, but even the smallest movement stirs him. His grip tightens around you, his arm pulling you closer. “Where are you going?” His voice is groggy, rough with sleep, and it makes you smile.“I wasn’t going anywhere,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.“Good,” he mumbles, his eyes still closed. “You’re not allowed to move yet.”You laugh softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. His lips curve into a small smile, as if your laugh is the only thing he wants to hear first thing in the morning.Theo nuzzles closer, his nose brushing against your temple. “You’re warm,” he murmurs. “Perfect heater for a cold morning like this.”“You’re the one holding me like I’m a blanket,” you tease, your fingers lazily tracing shapes on his back.“Exactly,” he says, tilting his head to press a kiss to the top of yours. “Blankets aren’t supposed to get up.”You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away. “And what happens if I do get up?”He opens one eye, giving you a mock-serious look. “Then I’ll have to chase you, drag you back, and hold on tighter.”“Sounds exhausting,” you reply, laughter lacing your words.“For you, maybe. I’d do it in a heartbeat.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls back, his eyes finally meeting yours. They’re warm and gentle, still heavy with sleep but shining with unmistakable affection.The world outside might be stirring to life, but within the confines of your shared little bubble, time feels like it’s standing still. Neither of you is in a hurry to leave this peaceful moment. Theo lets out a content sigh, settling back against the pillows with you still nestled against him.“Five more minutes,” he whispers, though you both know it’ll turn into much longerl

**Jiung** The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You’re still half-asleep, tucked securely under the blanket, when you feel Jiung shift beside you. His arm lazily slides over your waist, pulling you closer against him.“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice soft and scratchy, barely audible.“Morning,” you whisper back, eyes still closed as you lean into his warmth.Jiung presses his forehead to your shoulder, sighing contentedly. “I think mornings are my favorite now,” he says, his breath tickling your skin.You smile, your fingers finding his hand under the blanket and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Why’s that?”“Because I wake up next to you,” he replies, his voice carrying the kind of honesty that makes your chest feel warm.You turn slightly to face him, your nose brushing against his. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are still sleepy, but there’s a softness in his expression that makes you forget about anything outside of this moment.“You’re cheesy,” you tease, though your tone lacks any real bite.“And you like it,” he fires back with a smirk, shifting so he can rest his chin on your shoulder.His hand slips up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch featherlight. “Let’s stay here all day,” he suggests, his eyes meeting yours. “No alarms, no plans. Just us.”“You’d get bored,” you joke, poking his side lightly.“Never with you.” The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond.Jiung doesn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, and you can feel his heartbeat, steady and calming.“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your hair.“You always say that, and it turns into an hour,” you point out, though you’re not exactly in a rush to move either.“Exactly,” he says with a lazy grin, his eyes slipping shut again.You let out a quiet laugh, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. The world outside might be waking up, but in Jiung’s arms, it feels like time has stopped.

**intak** You wake up to the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. The world outside feels cold and gray, but in here, you’re enveloped in warmth. Intak’s arms are wrapped snugly around you, his body pressed against yours like he’s trying to shield you from the chill of the morning. His hair tickles your cheek as he stirs, his sleepy groan vibrating against your back. “Morning already?” he mumbles, his voice husky and barely audible. “Technically,” you reply softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence too much. Intak tightens his hold on you, burying his face against your neck. “Let’s just stay like this. We don’t have to get up, right?” You smile, turning slightly so you can see him. His eyes are still closed, his lips curved into a sleepy pout. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction, but somehow, he still manages to look effortlessly endearing. “I guess not,” you say playfully. “But aren’t you supposed to be the one who’s always up and moving?” “Not today,” he whispers, his voice still thick with sleep. “Today, I’m all yours.” He opens one eye and gives you a lopsided grin, his free hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Besides, how can I leave when you’re right here looking this cute?” “Flatterer,” you tease, though your cheeks warm under his gaze. “It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he counters, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. The room fills with soft laughter as Intak shifts to pull you even closer, his chin resting atop your head. His fingers trace light patterns along your arm, absentminded but soothing. “You know,” he says after a moment, his voice quieter now, “mornings like this are my favorite. Just you, me, and no rush to be anywhere else.” You tilt your head to meet his eyes, and the warmth in his expression makes your heart flutter. “Mine too,” you admit softly. A small smile plays on his lips before he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he murmurs. “Then let’s make it last as long as we can.” The two of you stay tangled together, the sound of rain outside making the moment feel even more serene. In Intak’s arms, the world fades away, and all that matters is the soft warmth of his embrace.

**soul<3** You wake up to the quiet stillness of the morning, the faint sound of birds chirping outside. The warmth surrounding you feels like a gentle cocoon, and it takes you a moment to realize it’s because of Haku’s arm draped across your waist. His hand rests lightly against your side, his fingers unconsciously curling as if to make sure you’re still there. Turning your head slightly, you catch a glimpse of him. His face is so peaceful in sleep—soft features relaxed, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks. A lock of his hair falls over his forehead, and you can’t resist brushing it aside. As if sensing your movement, Haku stirs, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, he looks at you in confusion, like he’s still lost in his dreams. Then a sleepy smile spreads across his face, and it feels like the room just got a little brighter. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Good morning,” you reply softly, your lips curving into a smile of your own. Haku buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a content sigh. “You’re warm,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re the one holding me like a human heater,” you tease, though you make no move to pull away. “Exactly,” he says, his arms tightening around you. “I’m not letting go.” You chuckle, your fingers lazily tracing patterns along his arm. “We should probably get up soon.” Haku shakes his head, his hair brushing against your cheek. “No. Not yet. Five more minutes.” “You always say that,” you point out with a quiet laugh. “And I always mean it,” he counters, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. There’s a playful glint in his gaze, but beneath it, you can see the tenderness he always reserves just for you. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours. “You make mornings better, you know that?” Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a warmth that has nothing to do with the blankets or his embrace. “You’re so cheesy,” you whisper, though your smile gives you away. “Only for you,” he replies with a grin, before pulling you closer again. The two of you stay there, wrapped in each other, as the morning stretches on. Outside, the world keeps moving, but in this little bubble, time seems to stand still.

**Jongseob** The first thing you feel is the soft weight of Jongseob’s arm draped across your waist. He’s still fast asleep, his quiet, steady breaths brushing against the back of your neck. The morning light filters through the curtains, but neither of you seems in a rush to wake. You shift slightly, trying to stretch without disturbing him, but his arm tightens instinctively around you. “Don’t move,” he mumbles groggily, his voice muffled and deep with sleep. “I thought you were asleep,” you whisper with a small smile. “Not anymore,” he replies, though he makes no effort to open his eyes. Instead, he pulls you closer, his nose nuzzling into your shoulder. “What time is it?” “Too early for you to be awake,” you tease softly. “Exactly. So stop moving and go back to sleep,” he mutters, his tone laced with playful grumpiness. You chuckle quietly, turning slightly to glance at him. His hair is tousled, sticking out in every direction, and his face is adorably puffy from sleep. Even half-asleep, he looks effortlessly endearing, his features softened by the quiet morning. “Stop staring,” he grumbles, cracking one eye open to look at you. “I wasn’t staring,” you lie, but the way he raises a sleepy eyebrow tells you he doesn’t believe you. “Liar,” he says with a smirk, his voice barely above a whisper. You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide your smile. Jongseob shifts so he’s lying on his side, his arm still wrapped securely around you. His hand brushes against yours under the blanket, and he laces your fingers together without a second thought. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmurs, his tone softer now. “No schedules, no alarms—just us.” “You’re usually the first one up,” you point out, squeezing his hand gently. “Today’s different,” he replies, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes are warm, filled with an affection that makes your heart flutter. “I want to stay here with you.” The sincerity in his words makes your chest ache in the best way. You lean forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, and he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Now who’s being cheesy?” he teases, though his grip on you tightens as if he doesn’t want to let you go. You laugh softly, resting your forehead against his. “Guess we’ll both be cheesy this morning.” He chuckles, the sound low and comforting, before closing his eyes again. “Fine by me. Just don’t leave. Not yet.” And so you stay, wrapped in each other’s arms as the morning stretches on. The world outside can wait—right now, all that matters is the warmth of Jongseob’s embrace and the quiet love you share.

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letsbangchanblog · 8 months ago

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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.

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blue-jisungs · 1 month ago

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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

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“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

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver,, @litepowee ,, @l3visbby

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ssoulphrase · 6 months ago

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00. The Curiosity of Haku Shota

Pairing: alien!soul x fem!reader

Genre: Slice of life, fluff

Warnings: mentions of bugs (´-`)

Word Count: 2,159

👾 - I decided to write a small piece as a filler for the actual fic I'm writing with this concept. I realized it was gonna take me longer than I wanted, so l'm writing this to get me motivated T^T I wanted my debut to be the longer fic but oh well :) This can be read as a stand alone as it doesn't add much to the main plot :) The main fic wil be linked once it's finished!

Sorry in advance if there's any mistakes,l wrote this kinda fast ( ´～｀)

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💿 - Aya Hirano, Super Driver !!

“Y/n! Come on! Wake up! Don’t waste your summer lying around all day! I wanna do stuff!!”

Ugh…

It’s been a couple of months since Soul crashed into your apartment, him first arriving at the time when you were still in classes. He’s become accustomed to your way of life quickly, seamlessly blending into what is human society. However, it's now summer, and he’s been begging every day to do something new, saying that it’s all for his ‘research.’ You laid on your carpeted floor, limbs sprawled out in a starfish shape as the cheap fan you bought at a market once was blasting at full speed, squeaking as it does its turns.

“What is it that you want to do Soul…?” The grogginess in your voice made it evident that you had no intention of getting up at any moment. However, Soul continued on, ignoring your groggy state.

“I want to go on a bike ride! Oh! And have a picnic! And draw with chalk! And maybe go star gazing at night!”

“That’s quite the list you’ve got there…” Although these were pretty mundane things to you, you couldn’t help but entertain Soul and his shenanigans, his excitement lifting a small smile upon your lips.

“I know! I thought about it all last night! It's stuff I've heard humans do during their free time.” A proud grin made itself onto his lips.

“Okay,” you chuckled fondly, “come help me make some sandwiches then.” It was just like Soul to drag you out of your apartment to do something. Just yesterday, the two of you had gone bug catching, Soul having the brilliant idea to make it a contest to see who could catch the most. It was no surprise to see that he had caught more than you by the end of it, boasting about having done his research on the most efficient way humans catch bugs. Of course, you didn’t let him keep any of the bugs he caught as you didn’t want any crawling around in your apartment. He dejectedly let the bugs go, seeing them fly out into the horizon. You couldn’t lie though, the scenery was beautiful (minus the flapping of the bugs…), the sun was starting to set just beyond the horizon and if it wasn’t for Soul, you would have spent this summer alone in your apartment.

“You, know they might return the favor one day, since you were so kind to let them go.” You glanced to your side, Soul was staring at the sunset in awe as all the little bugs he caught flew away.

“Return the favor?” He ripped his eyes from the sight in front of him to look at you in confusion. You couldn’t help but admire how ethereal he looked under the sun’s rays, his sun kissed skin and deep brown eyes reflected the sun’s true colors as the bit of breeze that picked up swept his hair, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“C’mon,” you chuckled, “Let’s go back home.”

Cut back to now, you lazily got up off your carpeted floor, already missing the fan’s cool breeze against your face

“What type of sandwiches are we making??” Soul excitedly followed behind you as you slowly made your way into your cramped kitchen.

“I guess whatever we find in the fridge…” Luckily, you did have the correct ingredients to make sandwiches, having bought the stuff a couple of weeks ago. You spent the next thirty minutes teaching Soul how to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich, not because of his lack of experience but because of your lack of ingredients (which he didn’t seem to mind), his excitement over making sandwiches made the chore a bit more bearable.

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“C’mon! Hurry up! I wanna get to the park already!”

“I’m coming…” Soul had already reached the end of the steps, waiting beside your baby blue bike that you had gotten for your birthday. He had already placed the basket of food onto the bike’s built in basket, hands on his hips as he waited for you to ascend the stairs.

“You know, we’re gonna have to pass by the store to get the chalk you wanted, cuz I certainly don’t have any…” You finally reached the end of the stairs, Soul’s frown turning into a smile.

“I’ve got that settled already!”

There’s that proud smile again…

“What? How?”

“Your neighbor! I had mentioned it a while ago to her while you were out shopping, and she let me borrow some as long as we bring them back!” Soul boasted, you could only let out a sigh in response.

“So you had this all planned, huh? C’mon, get on the back of the bike.” Soul eagerly made his way on the back of your bike, holding onto your waist for security. The bike ride to the park was surprisingly peaceful. You half expected Soul to ask you about every little thing he saw on the way. Instead, he sat quietly behind you, squeezing you once in a while to hold on when the tighter turns came.

Soul honestly just liked being in your presence. He knew that asking you many questions tired you out, having once realizing that when your tone of voice turned into something less friendly by what seemed like his 500th question that day. Soul once again hugged you tighter, feeling only grateful for all you’ve done for him since he got there, a feeling he doesn’t experience often. Sure, he’s always experienced excitement ever since he arrived on Earth, especially when you comply to his wishes, however, sometimes he feels this inexplicable feeling in his chest whenever he’s close to you, almost as if he’s out of breath. He wonders if you’ve ever felt that before.

He might have to do some research on that later.

“Soul, we’re here.” Your voice broke through his thoughts as he eagerly jumped off your bike as you went to park it. While he was running off to who knows where, you looked for a good place under the shade to set the quilted picnic blanket you brought.

“Y/n! Come! What’s that vehicle over there???” You looked to what seemed to be an ice cream truck, you knew what he was going to ask once you told him, however, a good ice cream cone would be wonderful in this hot weather.

“It’s a truck that sells ice cream. You want some?” You weren’t surprised when he eagerly nodded his head yes, running over to stand behind all the other children who were begging their parents to get them ice cream.

“Do you know what flavor you want?” Once you caught up to him, you looked over the poster plastered onto the side of the truck, skimming through all the flavors they had.

“I’ll try what you have, I’m not particularly interested in any one of them. If I could, I'd try them all…”

Of course you would…

“Hmm, should we try the strawberry then?”

“Sure!”

The two of you had what seemed to be a feast for the both of you as you gobbled up every piece of food you had brought plus the ice cream, Soul seeming to be the one enjoying it the most. After the meal however, Soul ran off to chase some bugs again while you stayed seated in your spot on the blanket under the shade, having had enough of the ‘creepy crawlies’ since your small excursion the day before. Without noticing, an affectionate gaze landed upon your features as you looked over Soul who was carefully examining the grass beneath the (already) dirty sneakers you let him borrow. You couldn’t help but build a sense of endearment towards the alien that appeared in your apartment unannounced. It was only natural, right? You had spent several months together by now, Soul accompanying you through almost everything. You’d feel a little strange if he wasn’t there by your side bugging you about every ‘cool’ thing he saw. You wondered how you’d feel once his research period was over and he’d have to go back home.

“Y/n!”

There he goes calling my name again…

“Yes Soul?”

“Let’s go draw with the chalk!” He was already running off again, expecting you to be able to catch up to his speed. He led you towards the pavement pathway where previous chalk drawings were, some already being washed out due to age.

“What are you planning to draw?” Soul handed you a few chalk pieces before going a few squares away from you.

“It’s a secret!” You playfully rolled your eyes at his childlike nature, his nose scrunched as he turned away to scribble. You drifted your sight to the empty pavement square beneath you, sighing.

Guess I’ve gotta draw something…

Your artistic skills weren’t the best per se, but you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the cute but childlike drawing made out of the pastel chalk colors Soul had handed you. You were so engaged in your drawing, however, that you didn’t see or hear Soul walking behind you.

“That’s your drawing?” Soul’s soft but snarky voice came from behind you, eliciting another eye roll from you.

“Oh, come on! Show me yours then!” You stomped your way to his square on the pavement, a series of squiggles and lines as well as intricate shapes were drawn with the chalk.

“Uh, what’s that?”

“It’s the writing system we use in space! I was hoping that if I write it big enough, my friends and family up there will be able to see it!” He wore that proud grin once more, showing off his penmanship in his language.

“Oh! What does it say then?” You stepped closer to examine his work, intrigued by the intricate work that went into the writing.

“Um, just letting them know that I’m doing okay,” his right hand went to rub his chin in thought, “I wonder if I wrote it big enough though…”

“I’m sure they’ll see it,” you reassured him, “They’ll be happy to hear that you’re doing well.” You tried giving him a reassuring smile to ease the worry that was present on his face, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.

“You really think so? Okay then!” In the blink of an eye, his worrisome expression changed to his usual carefree smile that he carries.

That was fast…

“Y/n! Let’s go draw something together over there!” And once again, Soul was dragging you to another place to draw. You spent the rest of the afternoon drawing on the pavement with Soul, him claiming that this has to be the ‘best drawing to ever exist,’ meaning that he wanted to put in the extra time to perfect it as much as possible. What he wanted to execute though, was a ‘family portrait’ of you and him so that his family and friends in space would be able to see what he was up to. And as always, you obliged to his demands, putting in the extra elbow grease to draw it as he imagined it. As a finishing touch, Soul added the orange, tabby cat that hung out on your balcony at random times, Soul claiming that they’re best friends.

“Perfect! We’re done!” Soul looked over the drawing with pride, the sun had already set and the stars were starting to twinkle brightly.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Oh definitely!” he nodded eagerly “And we finished just in time to go stargazing!” Before you could say anything, Soul grabbed your hand to lead you to the picnic blanket under the tree, this time, a bit more calmer.

“Why’d you wanna stargaze anyway? I thought you lived amongst the stars based on what you’ve told me.” You sat down one last time on the blanket right next to him, Soul immediately laying his head right on your lap, your hand came up to rest on his multicolored hair.

“I wanted to see the stars with you.” The phrase touched you more than you thought it would, the meaning behind his words bringing a certain heavy feeling on your chest almost bringing you to tears.

“I promise I’ll keep in touch with you once my research period on Earth is over. You better keep in touch too!” You couldn’t see it, however you could almost sense that carefree grin he always carries forming on his face.

“Okay, I promise I’ll keep in touch too.”

I wouldn’t want to forget you…

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