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ilycr4zy · 5 years ago

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confession 🥣 !%# hong joochan .

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂃 爱 / 📝 : you have always had an eye out for joochan, one of your friends. will you have the courage to confess your feeling to him?

ଘ 𖥻 note : i’m not a native english speaker so this imagine may contain some grammatical errors which i’m deeply apologizing for. i hope you guys will like it! :]

“admit it, you like joochan!” said your best friend out of nowhere but you only rolled your eyes and continued doing your half-done maths homework. your original intention was to do it together though. “i saw how you look at him, even your eyes were sparkling! you know, this morning when we met in front of the school.”

“that doesn’t mean anything.”

“yeah, believe it or not, i know you’re totally head over heels for him.” she shrugged and went back to finish her homework finally. she didn’t say anything about this topic.

and that made up plenty of questions in your head which was seem to be unanswered. joochan has got your heart a long time ago, you admitted this to yourself but you tried real hard to deny. or at least to hide it from those who are the closest to you. you felt a bit embarrassed for liking a quite popular student in the school. and to make it even worse, he was one of your friends which you didn’t want to worsen or break. paranoia or not, you were terrified of being rejected. you didn’t want to loosen the kind of close and tight friendship of yours. you didn’t want to mess up the relationship between the two of you because of your adoration towards him. and you knew so well if you would confess your feelings to him, you would get into the friendzone.

or that’s what you thought.

even after you classes finished, you could only think about what to do. your friend made references to confessing, all day which made you more nervous than before. you wanted to focus on some other things that are completely not joochan but he came to your mind lot more times than usual. not to talk about how many times you had to face him. although you didn’t talk to him every time you two met on the hallways. but to twist the whole story, you had to spend your lunch break with him and his - which is yours too - friend group. you didn’t say any words though. everyone was suspicious of you because there weren’t any times when you would shut your mouth as the moodmaker of the group.

however, this time you were just eating quietly while listening to jangjun’s newest story of him and the new girl he had been trying to ask for a date. no one really cares about it, to be real honest. you had the courage to look at joochan a few times. of course as a secret because you wouldn’t have been able to deal with the situation after getting caught.

“meet you tomorrow.” you waved while saying goodybe to your bestfriend but she grabbed your wrist for one last time before heading home. “if you tell him what’s up between you guys, i will do your homework for the rest of the year!” she said believeing it would help you to come to a decision. “but if you won’t i will be the one confessing your feelings.”

with a devilish smile on her face she left you there, frozen by her words.

“damn, i hate you” was the first thing you could think of while watching his form slowly disappearing from your sight. you were trying to collect your courage while being slightly nervous. you were just about to finally go home but something prevent you from doing that.

and that was hong joochan and his engaging smile on his face which made your heart flutter. you didn’t care about the silly smile that constantly came to your face, it didn’t matter anymore. there’s a chance you guys would break everything that connects the two of you by the end of the day. and in that case, it wouldn’t matter how dumb you looked like.

“hi! should i walk you home?” he stood by your side and you just nodded as a response because you weren’t able to say anything. “are you good though? you were a bit... odd? today.”

“everything’s okay” you said quietly and walking beside the taller boy, you could only think about how to confess for real finally.

“are you sure?” he looked down a bit suspicious which you responded to with a nod. a not so convincing nod. “i mean, no. nothing’s okay.” you said suddenly, and it attracted joochan’s attention. his worried looks weren’t so encouraging either.

“what’s wrong?”

“what’s wrong? there’s nothing wrong” you shook your head but finally managed to explain everything. “i’ve just had enough of starting every god damn day with the struggles of not being able to confess to a person i really like. to simply not being able to tell him how much i love and adore him, how important his presence is in my life. i have to see his sweet smile every day, hear him saying kind words and i don’t have any chance to tell him how much he bought my heart with all of these. i laugh at his dumb jokes, watch him as he flirts with others and i don’t have the guts to do anything against this.”

“at least i’m not the one who feels just the same” he mumbled and you raised your eyebrows, not really understanding the meaning behind it. “you are really dumb, for real. to be exact, you’re just blind, that suits this situation so much better.”

you were all confused and tried to get what he said a few seconds earlier but everything felt overly surreal.

“isn’t it clear that i like you?” you only heard this one certain sentence, the others weren’t that relevant anyways. you stopped not caring about where you are, only being able to look at joochan’s eyes full of adoration. “oh god, i’ve been trying to tell you this for a long time, but...”

“i was a coward to” you completed his sentence quietly and he only nodded getting one step closer to you.

“the guys always bothered me with the confessing but i couldn’t. jibeom even offered that he would pay for my food in the cafeteria for one whole month!”

“it’s weird ‘cause that’s what happened to me. if these dumbasses...”

“it doesn’t matter. the only thing that matters now in the middle of this pavement is that i’ve completely fallen in love with you. i can only think about giving you a damn kiss but i never had the guts to do so. because you know how...”

he couldn’t even finish his sentence, you were already standing on your tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on his lip. it made him stop immediately.

“if we are really dating i have to make it clear that you can’t do this out of nowhere.” said joochan and you could only laugh at him. everything felt easier.

“i can’t promise, joochan. maybe i will greet you like this every time we meet.”

“i don’t have anything against this idea. so... can i get one more?” he said with a smirk on his face.

you were so happy

and you didn’t have to worry about your homeworks for the rest of the year.

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 6 years ago

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Just This Once

Pairing: Hong Joochan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 366

“Y/N…” A voice attempted to wake you from your slumber. You groaned, burying your face into the blankets; you just fell asleep and whoever was ruining your beauty rest better be worth opening your eyes.

“What…?” You hissed, opening your eyes to glare at the fawn irises staring at you, “Joo? Are you really just now getting home?” You turned your gaze to the clock that read a quarter past midnight before sitting up to face him.

“Scoot over. I want to cuddle.” He slipped out of his slippers while lifting up the blankets.

“Hey, hey, no. Go to the other side of the bed, this side is already warm.” You tried to push him away from your spot, but he flopped down into the warm space, pulling you into his arms, “Joo, I can’t sleep like this.” Your tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he only pulled you closer.

“Just this once, let me hold you until I fall asleep.” His voice that previously sounded coherent now sounded slurred and exhausted as if holding you let him finally relax.

“Fine… needy little turd.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” You finally gave in and relaxed into him, letting his arms pull you closer. His warmth spread through you, bringing you back to your tired state. You rested your head on his chest, the quiet rattle inside caused a snore to escape him, you didn’t want to admit it, but you loved to cuddle with Joochan. You always refused it at first because he was your best friend and that’s all you thought he wanted to be, but once you two shared a home together, things started to change. He became gentler, more caring, and understanding to you, not to mention more affectionate. Instead of ruffling your hair, he caressed your locks, his hugs became drawn out, he stole longing glances at you, and he even stole quick kisses from you, too. Pretending to hate everything he does has become a hassle since you had already fell for him—and you fell hard.

You let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes and ran your fingers over his chest, “Goodnight, Joochan.”

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :)

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates).

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face.

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.”

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door.

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule.

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges -

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today.

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today.

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed.

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can.

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.”

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world.

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.”

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop.

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year.

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full.

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away.

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you.

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers.

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck.

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other.

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor.

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you.

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter.

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you.

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them.

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street.

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly.

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep.

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home.

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner.

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?”

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync.

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines.

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio.

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles.

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song.

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves.

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music.

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him.

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair.

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

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sytco · 4 years ago

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common blessings [joochan]

pairing: childhood friend!hong joochan x reader

word count: 3.5k (!)

requested: "toothrotting fluff ft. joochan"

dedicated to @sahiflowers.

a/n: im SO SO sorry this took so long and i hope u like it even a little and that it makes u smile thank u for being so patient ily!! ily!!! reminder im always here for u!!

In which you find that time is meaningless when Joochan is not by your side.

wonderboy.

Sometimes, you speculate whether Joochan has some kind of genius for finding you as soon as the school bell rings, signalling the end of another day.

Today, he surprises you behind the auditorium where you lean against a maple tree, hugging your bag to your chest, because you’ve skipped your last period (Introduction to Psychology) in favor of lying on the grass so you can watch the clouds in peace. And Joochan smiles a fond, fond smile because you have that look on your face again that you only get when you’re lost in thought.

“Missed me?”

You tense from shock before relaxing at the sight of your boyfriend who widens his arms so you can walk right into them.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his vest and Joochan reaches up so he can play with the back of your collar.

“Just had a little hunch you might be here.” And this is the answer he always gives, accompanied with the same smug smile each time.

You pout even if Joochan can’t see it. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well now,” he says in an affected voice that sounds like the narrator from that National Geographic documentary on penguins the two of you watched last week, “I can’t afford to have you getting your hands on all my secrets, can I? I’ve got to keep some things to myself so that in ten year's time, you’ll still think I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe.”

It’s ridiculous, you think, how it’s nearly winter but the way you can feel the laughter that starts in his chest and electrifies you to your fingertips is more than capable of keeping you warm and making you feel like you’re really alive.

“Doesn’t matter if I find out all your secrets or not,” you mumble, “you’ll always be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe to me.”

From the courtyard around the corner, you can hear Jaehyun shouting a loud “Oi Joochan!”.

Joochan ignores him and instead casually pecks your cheek with a kiss that feels like a blessing. “Always?”

You tilt your head as though unsure. "Well… for at least fifty years, probably.”

“Fifty?!” Joochan echoes in mock outrage, and you playfully poke his side to which he flinches slightly.

“I was lying. I meant for all of time ever.”

And despite him doing his best to hide it, your boyfriend melts instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck where he’s probably smiling his brilliant smile that feels like the sun against your skin.

Jaehyun’s voice interrupts the peace and quiet once again with a noticeably louder and more panicked tone.

“Hong Joochan! We’re going to be late for soccer practice!”

Joochan groans exaggeratedly and you can’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “Wish I didn’t have to go to stupid practice,” he grumbles.

“You know, I’ll wait for you in the library until you’re done,” you offer and Joochan perks up - if only slightly because your arms still feel like heaven after years of loving you, and two hours of kicking a ball around (while Donghyun and Jibeom brainstorm inventive ways to trip each other up, much to Coach Lee’s chagrin) just can’t compete. He tells you as much in the way his arms tighten around you.

“You’re the best,” Joochan declares suddenly, “I might be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Go to practice already before Jaehyun starts going spare, wonderboy.”

Joochan kisses your forehead one last time before he detaches himself from you with a dejected sigh and picks up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder despite your protests. “Walk with me to the oval?”

You slip your hand into his hand only to find it a perfect fit and wonder briefly if there is anywhere in this world you would not walk to with Hong Joochan, the boy who has a smile like sunlight and a personality like a billion shooting stars.

“Of course.”

fm.

There is the occasional moment in which you wish that your boyfriend wasn’t so exceedingly talented in nearly every field he tries his hand at, because the various extracurriculars that Joochan (being the naturally energetic and enthusiastic person he is) involves himself with have an awful way of making tremendous demands on his time towards the end of the semester.

Right now is one of those moments when Joochan trudges into your room and dives face first onto your bed without even bothering to shake his coat off. “So what was it today?” you ask in a voice that betrays your concern and Joochan can’t help but smile at it.

“Theatre rehearsal,” he yawns, “then string quartet practice. Also an hour of soccer drills with some of the boys. Even though it’s a Saturday.”

You get up from your chair at the desk so you can sit on the bed where Joochan immediately moves his head onto your lap, lifting your hand and resting it on his hair. You absentmindedly start stroking it, staring out the window at a soft grey sky.

“Did you eat?”

Joochan shakes his head. “No time. My dumb E string broke again so I barely managed to have half an apple before we went straight into a new Mozart piece today. Think we might perform it at the next concert. You’d come, right?” And he asks that in a self-assured tone, because he already knows what your answer is going to be.

You give it to him anyway because there’s no point in hiding your blatant admiration for all that he does. “No matter what.”

“And just to see me, right?”

You fake a pause that has Joochan peering up at you suspiciously.

“You do know I have friends who aren’t you that are participating in the concert, right? Like Jangjun and Sungyoon?”

Joochan scowls. “But none of those hooligans are your boyfriend, who - in case you forgot but I do know you’d never - is me.”

“That’s quite true,” you concede before leaning down to kiss his cheek with a smile that makes Joochan’s stomach fill with butterflies which are probably colored pink and green and blue. It never gets old, he thinks: your talent for turning his world upside down in a look or a word or an action. And you don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time.

“Mean,” he accuses but in a half-hearted manner and your smile only widens because you know that Joochan is supremely happy despite his exhaustion, if the way his brow has smoothed completely and he has started drawing little stars on your knee is anything to go by.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation while you continue to run your fingers through Joochan’s hair, and especially his fringe. It’s almost as though time has passed you by, leaving you together in your own little reality where things like hazy futures and big concerts and broken violin strings do not dare draw near.

“Wanna order something later on for dinner?” you ask quietly.

“Maybe,” he grins through closed eyes, “but nap first.”

Your radio continues to run, and you drift in and out of listening to the DJ duo while watching the rain finally fall outside.

“It’s been pretty cold recently, hasn’t it?” one of the DJs opens the conversation after a small stream of ads.

“Sure has, pal. And speaking of the cold, apparently our first snow of the season is scheduled for next week Friday!”

“So do you have any plans lined up with a special someone?”

“Just had to remind me of how single I am, didn’t you”- rambunctious peals of laughter crackle from the speakers - “but maybe some of our lovely listeners will send in their plans for next Friday.”

“I sure did - and wow, they’re already pouring in! Do you wanna read one out?”

“Let’s see… Listener ha_miii_ran says: ‘I’m planning on confessing to my crush of two years. I’m pretty nervous about this so I’m hoping the two of you will wish me luck!’ All the best of luck to you, Ha Miran-nim, from the both of us. I don’t know how you’re planning on it, but hopefully the first snow will act as a good luck charm for you!”

“Yeah, good luck Ha Miran-nim!” the other DJ chimes in. “Be sure to update us on how it goes!”

“Well, we’ll be back with some more stories after this excerpt from a famous piano concerto - maybe some of our more classically-inclined audience will recognise its globally renowned composer.”

A beautiful melody begins to play and you’re on the cusp of losing yourself in the music when you are most abruptly interrupted by a sleepy, but decisive, “Gershwin.”

You blink down at Joochan. “What?”

“It’s Gershwin. The composer. Don't you think your boyfriend's clever for knowing that?"

“I thought my boyfriend was asleep, actually,” and you narrow your eyes.

“I was,” Joochan protests, “I only woke up when they were talking about the snow or something. And then they talked about that person who’s confessing to their crush of two years - got me thinking about how I can relate because I vividly remember having a crush on you for at least three before I could muster up the courage to confess. Which ended up working out for the best, you know,” he adds in a thoughtful tone, “but sometimes I’d get so nervous just thinking about it that I couldn’t sleep at all. Anyways, I’m really hungry now, so can we order something soon please?”

Maybe it’s the way he so nonchalantly wears his heart for you on his sleeve, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you as though you have strung the Milky Way itself together and made a gift of it to him. Maybe it’s the way you simply realize that you might not be able to live with yourself if you were to lose your boyfriend, ever. But for whatever reason it is, a thousand smiles bloom in your heart and you lean down to give Joochan a kiss that hopefully tastes like everything you cannot possibly put into words.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, and Joochan draws a heart on your knee in response.

enchanted.

You’re outside the auditorium again but in front of it, this time, and not behind. The post-concert hubbub has died down, mostly owing to the fact that much of the audience has left already whether it’s to a late congratulatory supper or down to the boardwalk where fireworks are scheduled to go off at midnight. The bouquet of lily of the valleys in your hand trembles slightly as you use your other hand to fumble around for your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“You’re waiting outside, right?” Joochan asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

“See, Donghyun, I told you I was right about - wait. Wait! Don't move!”

And then you have less than two seconds to process exactly what is happening before your boyfriend catches you up in a running embrace that sends the world spinning in a flurry of snow and stars and kisses that Joochan plants all over your cheeks. He remains blissfully unaware that somewhere in the vicinity, Donghyun has started making gagging sounds at your very public display of affection, punctuated by Jaehyun’s giggling. (You pay them no mind.)

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asks, fond expectation twinkling in his eyes.

You nod too much. “You were incredible,” you tell him honestly, and Joochan beams.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he says in a satisfied voice as he pulls you closer. “Guess all those hours of practice paid off.”

“It’s almost like that’s the whole point of practicing,” you tease.

“It’s lucky you’re cute and I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Joochan crinkles his nose in contrived distaste for your little jab before hugging you again so he can hear you whisper just how proud you are of him, right into his ear.

And the two of you stay like that for a little before you remember the gift you brought with you.

“For me?” And the look in his eyes reminds you of how he looked at you when you first told him that you loved him too - or maybe of every time you’ve told him that you love him too.

“Who else?”

He snaps up the bouquet, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply with a smile. "This is a nice surprise."

"They mean 'return to happiness'," you say, gently touching a little white bloom that looks like a star against the backdrop of Joochan's black school blazer. "Thought it was cute. And the florist was sold out of roses anyway."

Joochan laughs with the warmth of a thousand sunbeams and puts your hand in his so he can start gently tugging you away.

“But your violin”- you begin protesting.

“But nothing,” he shushes you as the school gets smaller and smaller behind you in the distance. “I don’t even want to see that thing for a week. Hey, and guess what - I found a secret place for just you and me so we can watch the fireworks without being pressed up against everyone else like sardines in a tin can.”

“You and I are going to watch the fireworks?” you echo, surprise colouring your voice.

Joochan’s exhale turns into a giggle. “Who else?” And you dig an elbow into his side, hiding a smile at his antics.

The two of you stroll down quiet streets and you lean into your boyfriend’s comforting warmth. Most shops are closed with the exception of some fast food chains and convenience stores, but you notice almost none of them now as Joochan picks up the pace, his excitement bleeding into the quiet song he sings that floats up in the air and is lost somewhere in the stars above.

“Here we are,” says Joochan proudly and he helps you up into the little gazebo at the top of the hill you hadn’t realized you were climbing. “Take this,” he adds as he tosses you a torch that brightly illuminates the space you’re in as soon as you switch it on. You turn to the rustling sounds on your left, finally seeing the wooden bench that Joochan is busy spreading a rug over.

“You planned this beforehand?” And there’s a note of wonder in your voice - the same kind that only Joochan ever seems to be able to evoke. “I thought we were going straight home.”

He gestures for you to sit next to him with a charming smile and you do so immediately. “Told you I can’t give up all the secrecy. Not yet.” Or, he thinks privately to himself, not when you look at him like that.

The golden light from the torch casts long shadows over the grass and gives Joochan’s face a nearly ethereal glow that reminds you of summer sunsets despite the cold. You slip into a soft and easy silence - one that comes from memories built upon memories, resulting in a code made up of gazes and touch that only the two of you will ever understand. And so when he squeezes your hand gently, you instantly open your arms for him to sink right into.

There’s only a few minutes left until midnight when you finally speak.

“Joochan,” you murmur.

“Mm?”

“You ever think about where we’ll be this time next year?”

Joochan shifts his posture slightly. “Often, actually. Especially when I go to sleep at night and think about tomorrow - then I’ll wonder if it’ll even remotely go the way I want it to.”

“And how do you usually want it to go?” you ask.

“Someone has a lot of questions today,” Joochan remarks with a droll look on his face that makes you laugh briefly before his expression sobers. “But usually I want it to go safely. You know? Everything in its proper place and things like that. And more importantly, I want to know all the time that I’ll be able to see you.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking out over the view of the city. If you squint, you can just make out the boardwalk by the beach and the crowds of people who have gathered there, young and old alike. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Joochan frowns. “Scared of what? I’ll fight it off for you,” and he waves a threatening fist at nothing in particular.

“The future, I guess. It sounds silly but… sometimes I don’t know if we’ll always be okay. Like this, the way things are right now. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year or even after that.” Your voice fades in volume until it’s nearly lost against the threads of your scarf, and Joochan’s heart breaks a little when he hears it: the genuine uncertainty and timid fear that seeps past the smile you give him in an effort to hide it.

“Why do you think we might not be okay?”

You look down at your feet, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. “Well, people… change, Joo. They move places, and have goals to achieve and dreams to chase down. And we’re not immune to that either.”

It’s Joochan’s turn to be silent for a bit as he mulls over your words before he straightens in your hold, turning his face towards you so he can affectionately bump his nose against yours. “You’re right,” he says in a voice that mirrors your sadness, “and it would be a lie to say I don’t think about the same things you do. But”- and he leans in to give you a quick kiss that’s shaped like a smile - “it’d also be a lie to say that every dream doesn’t feature you in it. Because every dream of mine that I’ve ever had places you centre stage.”

He kisses you again, a little longer - a little more wistfully.

“You see, the real problem here is that you have me perpetually thinking that I can’t do any of this without you,” he says simply. “Whether it’s late night phone calls or early morning messages; or maybe we’ll find ourselves having to book flights for each other, holding bags full of gifts that remind us of us. And maybe it’ll be hard and maybe I’ll wake up some days, knowing I won’t be able to see you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be okay.”

You swallow and Joochan watches you carefully, the urgency in his eyes prompting him to lift your chin so you can see it too.

“Even if we change,” he continues in a whisper, hoping you will understand the heart in his words. “And we should. And we will, and we’ll still be okay. You believe me, don’t you? Seeing as I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe?”

Somewhere, midnight comes and goes and the fireworks start, dousing you and Joochan in bursts of coloured light.

“Of course I do,” you smile with eyes that glitter with tears of relief and he pulls you into a tight hug, so tight you can feel every movement of his rib cage as he breathes in and out.

For once, you do not feel that fear deep down that threatens to taint your time with the only boy you think you cannot live without. And so you unreservedly hold him in return, fingers running through his hair as he tells you that he loves you, over and over again.

up, up and away.

There had been a time during your childhood when your one greatest wish had been to go see the stars.

So your friend Joochan, in all his clumsy sincerity, had done his best to make you a rocket out of a box he’d found at home. He’d then brought it to your house after he’d finished it, blue marker staining his fingertips and glitter shaped like stars lost in his thick fringe.

The two of you had sat in it together and looked up at the moon, holding hands from childish innocence and recounting thrilling tales of adventures you’d never had. And before having to go home to bed that day, he’d made you a promise that present-day Joochan complains about not being able to fulfill.

“I know I said I’d take you to the stars,” Joochan sighs in displeasure from where he lies on your bed, right next to you, “but while your boyfriend is exceptionally talented, you do know I’m no astronaut, right?”

You hold his hand in response and look into his eyes that sparkle with mirth and deeper in, shine with a love that always gives you peace.

It may be that Joochan will never be able to keep his promise of taking you to space in a real, functioning rocket. But, as you drop a kiss on his mouth that soon widens into a brilliant smile, you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

After all, it’s hard to miss the stars when for you, they all start with Joochan and end with him.

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seungmoroll · 4 years ago

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My Job is to Protect You | Joochan

Word count: 1k

Genre/warnings: bodyguard! Joochan x celebrity reader, fluff, slight harm is done to the reader but it’s nothing too bad

Requested: yes

A/n: here’s another bodyguard golcha imagine. thanks to the anon fro this request, I hope that you like it!

“Unfortunately guys, that’s all the time that we have today. Why don’t we give a big round of applause for our guest, Y/n!” You give the audience your best smile as you bid them a goodbye and walk off the set. As you make your way back to the dressing room, you make sure to thank all the staff for their hard work, making eye contact with a special someone, leaving a small smile on your face.

When you get back to the dressing room, you thank your own staff for their hard work as they pack up the room. One by one, they slowly leave the room, leaving you all alone, but that only lasts for a few moments when you hear a soft knock at your door. Looking up through the mirror in front of you, a smile pops up on your face as Joochan walks closer to you. “Hey there.”

“Hi.”

“You looked good out there.” He says to you. The small compliment leaves you blushing. “Do I not look good all the time?” you ask him teasingly. Chuckling from behind you, he ducks his head down and whispers in your ear, “You always look good.” Playfully you push him away while checking to make sure that no one was seeing your interaction.

It wasn’t like your relationship was a secret, well, at least between your staff it wasn’t, but if word got out that you were dating your own bodyguard then you know that the internet would have lots to say. Getting up from your chair, you let him lead you to the door, “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

As you and your team make your way out of the studio, you are bombarded by your fans. Of course the security team does the best that they can to keep them away from you, but just as you are about to make your way into your van, a fan slips through the barricade and desperately grabs onto you, attempting to pull you into them.

Trying to ignore the pain, you do best effort to rid the fan off of you, hitting them in an attempt to let you go. “Ow, you’re hurting me.” In the next second, the tight grip releases your arm, and you don’t see what has happened to the “fan,” but you do hear it. The sound of a person hitting the ground could be heard, and before you could turn around and see what has occurred, your manager rushes you into the van.

Once you’re settled in the van, the driver drives off and your manager asks if you’re okay. Without saying a word, you give her a nod. She asks you again while observing your arm, which now has a red imprint left from the man’s hand. Her stare makes you hide your arm, as you tell her that you were fine and just wanted to go back to the hotel. Without saying another word, you put your earbuds in and shut your eyes, ignoring the texts from Joochan.

When you arrive at the hotel, you wordlessly make your way up to your room, ignoring the concerned looks everyone was giving you. Making eye contact with Joochan, you mouth the word “later” to him, letting him know that it was okay for him to come up to your room.

While you sit in your hotel room, attempting to forget about the whole ordeal that had occurred, you decide to scroll through Twitter. However, you see your name trending, and even though you hated searching your name on anything, you can’t help but let your thumb press on it. The first thing you see is a video and you can tell that it’s from earlier. Wanting to know what had went down you hesitantly click on the video. The point of view is from a someone the was on the side, and from there you can see the aggressor’s face. As you watch the video, you can see the frantic look on your face as your attempt to free yourself from the fan and then you see Joochan quickly come up to the pair of you and grab the man, slamming him down to the ground. Instinctively, you grab onto the part where you were gripped, ‘Huh, I guess that’s what happened,’ you think to yourself.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear knocking at your door. Cautiously you approach the door when a familiar voice begins to speak, “Y/n, it’s me.” Recognizing the voice instantly, you quickly unlock your door and open it, revealing Joochan with a concern look on his face. Quietly stepping aside, you let him into the room. Turning around after shutting the door closed, you are enveloped in a warm embraced. You relax into Joochan’s arms, breathing in his familiar scent.

“Are you doing okay?” Joochan asks after a few seconds. Contemplating whether you want to tell him he wants to hear or the truth, you decide to tell the truth. Weakly, you say, “No.” Joochan’s arms tighten around your body before separating from you, looking you directly in the eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there quicker.” Quickly shaking your head, you let him know that it wasn’t his fault.

“But it’s my job to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that today.” You could hear the guilt in Joochan’s voice, and it made you feel worse. “But you eventually came, that’s all that matters.” Gently grabbing the arm that the man had a hold of, Joochan observes the imprint that was still present, and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the area. “I promise that I wont ever let you get hurt like this ever again.” Bringing up a word to brush his hair out of his face, you say, “I know.” Silence then fills up the room as the two of you softly gaze at one another.

The silence is broken when Joochan speaks up, “You have a few hours before your next schedule, is there anything I can get you or do for you?”

“I just want to relax with my boyfriend and cuddle with him, can you do that for me?”

Smiling and leading you to the bed, he says, “I think that’s doable.”

Once the two of you were comfortable in the bed, you let your eyes shut, relaxing in Joochan’s arms as he softly sings to you.

A/n: feel free to let me know what you thought of this, feedback is always welcomed!<3

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2jaeh · 4 years ago

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baby you are | joochan

a lazy day reading books with your boyfriend joochan, but his beauty is quite distracting.

genre: fluff, drabble, boyfriend!joochan

word count: 438

author lin

The yellowed and crisped page of the book on your lap had been held between your thumb and middle finger for about ten minutes now. Your back was against the plush brown couch, almost engulfing you, as your legs were bent, feet resting on the matching brown ottoman. You still had one last paragraph to read in order to turn the page, but your eyes were far more interested in the boy relaxing on the window seat in your living room.

He was seated against the wall, a beige pillow behind him to support his lower back. His one leg was outstretched while the other was bent and being used as a stand for the book he was reading. He was wearing a snug brown sweater with a little orange fox embroidered on the front - a sweater you found so endearing as you always told him he resembled a fox. His eyebrows knitted into a frown as he remained engrossed in his book, the warm afternoon glow illuminating his skin through the window.

You and Joochan had been together for a while now, but his beauty and adorable quirks never failed to amaze you. You smiled to yourself before letting your eyes drop back down to the book in front of you. You mentally cursed yourself for getting lost in Joochan's presence as you had completely forgotten where you had stopped reading.

"Am I more interesting than your book?" Your thoughts were cut off by Joochan's high and gentle voice.

You looked up to see him now grinning at you, his book closed and placed next to him as his legs dangled over the edge of the window seat. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but nevertheless you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.

"As a matter of fact, you are," you smiled as he hopped off his seat and made his way over to you on the couch, "you looked so… ethereal."

"Ethereal?" Joochan giggled, plopping down next to and taking your hand in his, "that's a new one."

"I'm running out of words to describe you Hong Joochan." You placed your book on the coffee table before cuddling up to his side.

"Then you just need one word," Joochan had a mischievous grin on his face, "mine."

"Mine?"

"Yeah just say… I'm mine… wait no you're mine… no wait," Joochan brought his index finger up to his temple in confusion as he frowned, "mine… I'm yours?"

"You're mine." You giggled at his cuteness and wrapped your arms around him.

"Yes… and you're mine." Joochan laughed lightly before placing a sweet kiss onto your cheek.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 4 years ago

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Anonymous asked:

Would you make a scenario where fem reader is in a love triangle with her two best friends Bomin and Joochan?, Like they're super good friends but both of them like her... So they confess in different moments, she kisses both and she's confused. Both of them know about the others feelings but they still want to have the upper hand. You can pick the ending and write it however you want! It'll be great if we could feel the struggle... Maybe making her have her moments whenever she hangs with one of them, like she thinks she has decided but then they kiss and the same happens with the other and it's all messy?? Thank you beforehand i hope it's not too much to ask 🥺

Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)

Members: Bomin & Joochan

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(A/N): Warning! This took on a mind of its own, and it is now a fic—not a scenario. This chapter one, y'all. Banner by @junjungsunwoo! Thank you so much, I love it! ^-^

Chapter 1

Hong Joochan

Everyone falls in love in different ways.

For some, it's slow and gradual. For others, it's love at first sight. And then for the rest, they're not in love until they just... are.

That's how it was for me.

You see, I had a friend. She was pretty, though I didn't realize it when we first met. Sometimes people would ask me, "Yo, are you friends with the hot chick?" and my response would always be, "Who?"

I didn't understand back then how beautiful she really was, because all I saw was 'my friend'. I'd closed myself off to the idea of seeing her as an actual woman without even realizing it.

Until one moment, I did. It was just one moment. One moment of her smiling in just the right lighting, the glare through the window putting a halo over her head.

All my memories with her flashed through my head like scenes from a movie. All the times she'd comforted me, made me laugh, or smiled for me.

In that moment, I felt like we were meeting again for the first time. Like an idiot, I stuttered when I said hi. I'd never stuttered around her before, and I knew she'd noticed it too, 'cause she didn't skip a beat in teasing me for it.

I thought maybe—just maybe—I had been underestimating how much I appreciated her presence in my life.

And how much I'd come to rely on it.

It was overwhelming, scary and exciting all at the same time. When the wave of emotions first washed over, I thought, "I've gotta tell someone."

In situations like this, Daeyeol would usually be the first person I'd spill my feelings to. He was always good at looking at things objectively and helping me evaluate myself.

But in this particular case with this particular girl, there was a better choice.

And it was Choi Bomin. He was kicked back in a chair, reading over a script from a web-drama he was gonna be starring in, his brows furrowed with concentration.

"Hey, Bomin?" I said. I was annoyed (yet also giddy) over the way my voice quivered with anxiousness. It'd been forever since I'd liked liked someone, and I was excited to get it off my chest.

In true Bomin fashion, he made eye contact for a short moment before looking back down at his script. "What's up?" he asked, a small smile resting on his lips to show that he was ready and willing to listen.

A nervous chuckled slipped out of my mouth. "I think I've got a crush on someone," I finally said, trying to keep my grin at bay.

His eyes immediately ripped away from the pages, a mixture of 'wow! I'm so happy for you!' and 'are we even allowed to do that?' written across his face. "You do?" he asked. "That's..." He thought for a moment before he couldn't hide his smile anymore.

He was trying to be all straight-up and objective, but I could tell he was getting swept up in the real-life love story, seemingly stolen straight from the pages of his script.

"Awesome," he settled on. "It's awesome. I'm happy for you!" He set the stack of papers off to the side, sitting up properly and giving me his full attention. "So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?"

Just thinking about it made me smile, while also simultaneously making me feel like I was gonna throw up. "Yeah, you know her pretty well," I chuckled. His eyes were burning with curiosity. "It's (Y/N)."

I'll never forget the look on his face when I said that. The absolute betrayal.

The joy I'd felt just moments ago vanished, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. That's when I realized it.

He liked her, too.

For you to truly understand the significance of that moment, we're gonna have to go back by about 5 years.

Or is it 6?

I don't really remember. Honestly, I didn't even realize (Y/N) and I had become such good friends until I noticed, "Wow, I sure do spend a lot of time with you."

All the guys liked her and enjoyed her company, but none of 'em were as close to her as Bomin and I.

Now, just to clarify, I was friends with her first. It probably doesn't matter to most of you, but it matters to me. I'm proud of it.

I found a best friend that would stay by my side and support me until I die—and all before I turned 30! To me, that's an accomplishment.

We met at a pretty difficult time in my life. Well, in both of our lives actually. I'd been training for a long time, and my debut at that time was... How should I put it?

Uncertain.

I was scared. Like, really scared. And angry.

Maybe that's selfish to say when others had been training way longer than I had, but hey. I'm human. I can't help it.

People told me I was doing well and to hang in just a little longer, yet I had nothing to show for it. Lots of thoughts were running through my head at that point.

Is this what I'm supposed to do with my life? Just wait? It felt like a waste.

So, yeah. At that point, my mental health had taken a nosedive, and my physical health was following right after it. I was getting nosebleeds while practicing, I could barely hold down anything I ate, the mood swings were insane, and life was pretty much just kicking me in the ass.

I remember ditching practice one day 'cause I was just so tired of everything. I felt like if I didn't get outta there, I would either cry or punch someone.

I hopped on a bus from Mapo-gu to the Han River, but I don't remember anything about the commute.

In my eyes, the world was foggy and grey. I didn't see buildings and people passing by—just silhouettes; vaguely familiar shapes and blobs of faded color.

I couldn't even bring myself to try and decipher them.

Once I got to my stop, I wandered around the park for hours and hours until dusk had fallen and my feet were rubbed red with blisters.

As the sky started changing from purple to dark blue, I'd found myself a nice spot near the water where I could just sit in the grass, watching the boats pass by as the city-scape flickered to life.

The grass was dewy and I could tell my butt was gonna get wet, but I didn't care.

I'd been there for a whole two minutes before someone poked me harshly in my bony shoulder.

I'll give you a minute to guess who that was.

If you said '(Y/N)', ding ding ding! You win the grand prize.

That first time I met her, she wasn't smiling. In fact, she was glaring at me in a pretty threatening way, but whatever.

"You're in my spot," she'd said, voice dry, monotone and unamused.

I raised a brow. "Do you own the park?"

"No."

I turned away from her, folding my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Then it's not yours," I said.

Usually, I wouldn't be so rude to a perfect stranger, but she started it. I was already in a bad mood—who was this chick to show up and make me feel worse?

My resolve to ignore her died down as soon as I heard her sniffling. It sent a pang of guilt running through my chest, but it also made my blood boil.

"Fine, take your damn seat," I groaned, scooting over a bit. "If you think I'm moving any farther though, you're dead wrong," I huffed grumpily, refusing to look at her. I didn't even look out at the water—just glared at a few innocent blades of grass.

A chilly breeze blew in that moment, making the grass shiver under my harsh gaze. The timing was almost comical.

I heard her plop down next to me, still sniffling a little. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly, dabbing her nose with her sleeve. "I'm sorry I made you move." She took a deep breath, chuckling at herself. "Honestly, I can be such an ass when I'm..." her voice trailed off.

Without really noticing it, I'd found myself listening to her. I turned my head a little. I still wasn't looking at her, per se, but now we were looking in the same direction.

"When you're what?" I asked, my voice considerably more gentle than before.

She sighed through her nose. Out of my peripherals, I saw her fold into the same position as me. "When I'm in state of not being okay, I guess," she said.

I laughed ironically. I could relate to that.

"How 'bout you?" she asked. "No offense, but you're not looking too hot. Somethin' going on?"

I finally looked at her, only to find she was already looking at me. "Even if there is something going on," I started, "what's the point in telling you? We're never gonna see each other again anyway."

"Now you see, that's the beauty of it," she said. "We're strangers who will never see each other again and have no emotional attachment to each other. Therefore, no matter how much baggage we unload onto each other, it won't drag us down."

She shrugged. "I guess what I'm sayin' is... We could be honest with each other and it's no harm, no foul."

I didn't say anything for about a minute, just letting the words ruminate in my head.

"That's only if you want to, though," she said, breaking the silence I didn't realize I'd let drag on for so long. "I just figured... If you're anything like me, you wouldn't have come here if you had someone to talk to."

And she was right. I didn't have anyone to talk to at that point.

So on that Thursday evening, I swallowed my pride and spilled my deepest inner thoughts to this random stranger—and she did the same to me.

We cried a lot, laughed like psychopaths, raged and yelled, ripped up fistfuls of grass—it was a rollercoaster.

But y'know what?

We both felt refreshed afterwards. And we thought, "Great! That's the end of it and now we can part ways and forget this ever happened."

But the universe had different plans for us.

I know South Korea isn't huge, but I thought it was at least big enough for acquaintances not to run into each other every other moment.

I started seeing her on the bus, at the cafe near the agency, that random hole-in-the-wall bakery that I thought no one else knew about.

It was almost creepy, and if I thought of myself a little more self-importantly, I might've thought she was stalking me.

Then it occurred to me.

Maybe she'd always been there, living her everyday life, and I just hadn't noticed her before. Maybe this was her everyday, and I was just passing through it every once in a while.

Despite having said we'd never speak to each other again, we exchanged the basic pleasantries whenever we bumped into each other. No pressure or expectations, just a random, "Oh! Mean Han River chick!" or "Oh! Depressed trainee boy."

Her sense of humor meshed with mine—in a weird, unexpected sort of way, and we quickly became the simplest way of relieving each other's stress.

We didn't try. And honestly, most of the time, it was just an accident. We'd always just happen to find each other when we needed to talk, like fate.

If you believe in that kinda stuff, I mean.

So there you have it! That's how a stranger became my best friend. And then, as time went on, my crush.

And, well... My other friend's crush.

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thepixelelf · 2 years ago

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@welllurkyhere said:

[troubled waters] "You can't be serious." Donghyun regards the ship with disgust, his head just far enough above the water to whisper into the air. His eyes follow yours again, and they find the young man leaning against the life lines of the ship, facing the sunset. "Him?"

Annoyed, you click your tongue and flick a splash of water at Donghyun's face, but he doesn't flinch. The two of you are safely hidden in the shadow the ship casts upon the surface of the sea, so you don't fear the man above catching the movement. "He's cute."

"But he's got--" Donghyun scrunches his nose in distaste. "--legs."

"What's wrong with legs?"

Donghyun shakes his head, like the thought alone is enough to make him shiver. "They're like... tail arms. Freaky."

You look up at the man again, whose profile is haloed by the setting sun behind it. "Legs let them move about on ships so easily, though," you muse wistfully.

"Yeah, and they only have ships because they can't swim in the first place."

"They can swim!" you argue. "I've seen them."

Donghyun raises an eyebrow at you. "Just how often are you human-watching? Every day?"

You dip half of your head back in the water so that your eyes are just above the surface, peering sheepishly at Donghyun. "Not every day..."

Letting out a sigh, Donghyun shakes his head and looks away, his eyes landing on the man on the ship again, who still has taken no notice of either of you. "You're lucky I like you." He floats back a little, arms treading water. "Let's go. You might be Daeyeol's favourite, but he won't like if both of us are hanging around human ships."

"It's dark..." you complain, but you start to follow anyway. Donghyun is right; it's not safe for merfolk to be this close to humans no matter the time of day. Hunting is still a fear engraved in all merfolks' hearts, and you must be grateful that you have the advantage of merfolk intelligence. A fish will not hide from a fishing boat. It doesn't know any better.

Donghyun knows better. Daeyeol knows better. They both wish you held the same sentiment.

You look at the man on the ship once again, with his sweet profile and his dark, windswept -- dry -- hair. You wonder for a moment what that feels like.

You can smell it on the ocean. "I think a storm is coming..."

Already turned the other way, Donghyun says only one thing before submerging to better swim home. "A sunken ship is not our business."

You suppose it's not.

Though, hours later, while Donghyun sleeps soundly on a coral bed, you break above the rocky surface of the ocean once again. The waves of the ocean are alive, thrashing and thriving and throwing a tantrum because they can never get along with the sky when it pelts down rain and strikes lightning upon its white froth. The ship is nothing but a silhouette in the distance, backlit by the moon, but your tail carries you to it in haste.

You see it when the man is thrown off the ship. The large vessel nearly upturns itself, but it straightens within moments. You pry your eyes away from the wooden beast and frantically search the hungry waves for the man, eyesight adjusted to the dark and yet hard-fought to find him with the waves fighting against you. More confident in spotting him under the waves, you submerge yourself beneath the water. You spot his legs just as he fights his way to the surface, and, without thinking of the repercussions, you emerge beside him.

Still sputtering as he struggles to stay afloat, he only glances at you for a moment before looking at the ship that is quickly moving further and further away. He curses. "You fell too--?" He waves a frantic arm in the air, but even you can barely see it. "Maybe we can get their attention--"

The ship sails further off, and the man curses again. He thrashes around in the water, searching desperately for a solution -- for a way to save his life. His movements become harsher and stiffer. You can tell his body is succumbing to the cold.

"Why aren't you--" He finally faces you, and you can only blink back at him. This is the closest you've ever been to a human, after all. You can barely see his face, the moon behind him, but yours must be lit just enough, because a flash of recognition appears in his eyes. Not recognition in that he knows you, but in knowing that he doesn't know you. It's fear that paints his face now. "Who--"

He bobs in the dark waves, causing him to sputter and choke on salt water. You shake yourself back into clarity then, swimming closer to him. Your tail is still hidden under the water, but the panic in his eyes is clear. Just the fact that he knows you're not from the same ship he fell from is enough to make him fear you.

"What-- who are-- stop!" He tries to swim backwards, away from you, but he is slow and shivering, as humans are apt to be. You reach out to him. "No! Stay away!"

Still, you place your hands on either side of his face, his cheeks blazing hot compared to the water. Oceans Great, Daeyeol is going to be so mad at you for this.

Even as the man squirms, you pull him close and slot your lips over his. He tries to press his mouth shut, but before he can, your magic breathes through your body and into his. It glows a bright white, and you can feel it in him. His thrashing limbs slow, and his shivers cease; he calms down as he feels the magic of the sea flow through him, though you are sure he doesn't know why. If it weren't for his legs still kicking to keep him above the surface, he'd be frozen still, his lips unmoving against yours.

You remove yourself from him when you're sure the magic has passed onto him completely, and he gawks at you with wide eyes.

"What in all the stars..."

Thunder crashes nearby, and you both flinch.

"Troubled waters," you mumble, removing your hands from his face as you look out over the ocean. You can hardly see the ship now with the pouring rain. "Come." His hand jerks when you go to take it, but he doesn't attempt to pull it out of your grasp. "I'll take you to shore."

The man laughs, a scoff almost, and then looks surprised at himself for even being capable of laughing in such a situation. "Shore?" he echoes. "We're days from shore by boat, and all we have is our feet!"

It's your turn to laugh now.

When you pull him beneath the surface, he holds in a scream with his breath, and he screws his eyes shut. He struggles against you, legs fighting with a strength they did not possess before you passed on some of your magic to him. You are stronger, though, even more so under the waves, and you drag him deeper and deeper until the water is calm and he has no choice but to let his burning lungs go.

And he breathes. Just like you do.

He opens his eyes, and you can see on his face that your magic has allowed him better vision underwater too. His eyebrows rise on his forehead, which is haloed by the short hair floating around his head. Your tail shimmers in the water, and he can only gawk at it. He goes to speak, then gasps, pulling himself out of your grip and covering his mouth and nose with both hands.

"It's okay," you tell him with your mouth closed, sending your meaning to him through your magic. "Underwater, it's easier to talk like this."

"How--" His eyes widen further. "How am I--" He recoils a bit, and tries to swim backwards, his arms held out as if to block you from him. "Are you going to kill me?"

You look around in the dark water. Nothing swims near you, or anywhere close according to your senses. The surface of the sea during a storm is most unpleasant, and residents like yourself generally stay much deeper on nights like these. Still, the darkness and lack of motion concern you. It's almost... too quiet.

"No," you say. "But the ocean will, if we stay here. It's not safe for creatures like you. Come." You hold out your hand. "I'll take you to shore. Do you trust me?"

The man shakes his head. Profusely.

"Well, it's either me, or..." You make a show of looking around, where there is nothing but black water surrounding you both.

He decides he does trust you.

At least, more than the sea.

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tsunchani · 4 years ago

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[04:34 a.m.]

completed - joochan

joochan huffed, entering the apartment after a day full with practice. he let out a cough after he closed the door and put the key house in the pot table beside the door and put his house shoes even it was dark.

continued to cough, luckily he wore his mask so it did not have wake you up as his hand went to his unzipped coat, shrugging his shoulder from right to left, took of his coat and put onto the hanger neatly. he nearly cursed inside, continuing to cough but loudly this time, it was not like second ago his hands were fine but now they were a bit shaking. joochan took a deep breath, steadying his hands to take off his gray jacket that covering his body to keep him warm. the light hall flicked warmly above him, he freezed for a second, second later his head looked up to the person who was with him.

"hey." you said, leaning to the stair wall after the key chain had woken you up. honestly, you were a light sleeper these days since the day Joochan went busy and not home to accompany you.

"hey" answering you through the mask following with coughed. your eyes were usually seeing joochan's black eye bags mixed with his tired eyes, you can see it even he was trying to hide it with his black cap. but now... not nonly just your eyes went to worried one but your heart after you heard Joochan continued to cough through his mask. walking to him, seeing he took of his gray jacket, you went to him took of his cap as his chocolate black hair spread freely. waiting him to give you his gray jacket as he fold into two and gave it to you. there was no talking from both of you but silent. four eyes talking to each other meaningful.

"how's my little peanut?" joochan asked, his hand trailed down from bicep to your arm.

"she had a fine day but still whining about his daddy not coming back the time she wanted." folded the jacket and your eyes went to look up at his. you could see the change Joochan's face bfore and after you told him about his peanut. tired to guilty one.

"we're fine, chan." free hand went to his left cheek and rubbed it. Joochan leaned to your touch, sighing loudly. he continued to cough as your right hand went down to his chest, slightly patted it.

"go wash first. i will make you a chicken and bring a medicine." he nodded, kissing your forehead before went off to the bathroom in the living room. you went to the laundry room firat, put the dirty cloth onto the basket and went straight to the kitchen.

Joochan watched his peanut sleeping peacefully after he ate. figer went to his peanut bangs and let it back to see his peanut's closed eyes as the moon shining to her. his hand rubbed her cheek softly.

"joochan, come sleep." rubbing his shoulders from behind, leaning back his head to your stomach. continued rubbing down to his strong biceps.

"daddy.." joochan leaned down to his peanut level and smiled softly.

"hey my peanut" the little girl smiled widely and hands went to her daddy's neck to hug him.

"i missed you!" she cheered loudly, joochan smiled as his hands behind her small back. he put her on his lap and kissed her forehead.

"i missed you too peanut."

"are you gonna be at home today?" her innocent eyes looked up to his, her chin on joochan's stomach.

"i don't know pumpkin. i am sorry" feeling his shoulder slumped down, you rubbed his shoulder to encourage him up.

"well... can you sleep with me? mommy and daddy?" joochan looked up to you for answer, only smiling and he knew what's your answer.

"of course pumpkin, come."

he held his daughter as he leaned down to sleep, you went to other bedside, take the duvet under you body and helped to cover Joochan's and your daughter half body. joochan let himself comfortable first before his hands circling his pumpkin's small body who was on his chest.

"i love you dad." before her eyes closed you put your hand on your daughter's hair and rubbed her hair softly.

"now sleep dear." you said quietly and softly as she leaned to your touch and Joochan's.

you closed your eyes after she closed her eyes, your hand on your daughter's now between yours, clasped with Joochan right now.

joochan kissed your forehead as he said goodnight and love both of you. he looked at your sleeping figure and smiled as his sighed before closing his eyes.

now he felt calm. completed.

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golchaworld · 4 years ago

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heyoo! can i request father!joochan with his family moment please? you and your daughter went to his musical show and he never felt happy and strengthen again. thank you!

Hi honey! This is the first request I’ve gotten in a few weeks, so thank you for that! I hope you enjoy.

[10:34pm]

Even though you were married to one of Korea’s most famous soloists, being in the spotlight was one of your least favorite things. Your daughter, on the other hand, soaked up attention like a sponge. At the bold age of five, she was everything her father wanted her to be, a bold, talkative, and musical child.

The large earmuffs she wears do nothing to damper her bright demeanor, a huge grin spread across her chubby face. The spotlight they have placed on her glows more than usual, illuminating all of the features she inherited from her father.

Joochan’s voice sounds somewhat automated through the large speakers in the arena, but you can still hear the love and adoration he holds in his voice.

“I love each and every one of my fans,” Joochan says, slightly out of breath. “But whenever these two come to my shows, it always feels special.”

The crowd erupts into various cheers and calls of “aw!” The smile on your daughter’s face grows wider.

“Everyone, please give a round of applause for my beautiful wife and daughter.”

The crowd’s roar is deafening, so much so that you find your cheeks heating up. Your daughter just turns to take in the scene around her, looking around the large arena to see all of the people cheering for her. When she spots herself on the large screen, her cheers join those of the crowd. From on stage, Joochan chuckles.

“That’s my girl!”

#hong joochan #Hong joochan imagines #golcha imagines #golden child #golden child imagines #golcha #gncd imagines #gncd #escritos #respuestas

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babysubinnie · 4 years ago

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choi bomin as your boyfriend

- i feel like as your boyfriend he would be always do romantic things for you because he’s a virgo

- like drive in movies, late night dates, movies at the theater with golcha sitting at the back (that would be so chaotic)

- he thinks about you a lot and cares maybe a little bit too much about you

- he has the vibe of being very trustworthy so you would tell him everything,, then he would worry if you had a lot on your mind

- but after that it would be all cuddles with your head on his chest while he plays with your hair (oh my gosh i would die for that)

- cuddles during movies at the dorms with the boys, cuddled in the corner of the couch with you sitting on his lap with him making circles on your thigh

- he would whisper i love you when you’re half asleep then you’d wake up whispering i love you too

- you would be shorter than him so his head would be on top of yours with his arms around your waist and yours around his neck on your tip toes

- i feel like fights with bomin wouldn’t last long because when you start crying it hurts him a lot

- golcha would make fun of him if he stared at you too long cuz you were singing go together but only his parts

#choi bomin #bomin #golden child #golden child imagines #golden child smuts #golden child fluff #kpop imagines #boyfriend #kpop #lee daeyeol #choi seongyoon #lee jangjun #son youngtaek #bae seungmin #bong jaehyun #kim jibeom #kim donghyun #hong joochan #i wanna date him-

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multiwendi · 4 years ago

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Maybe, I've met my soulmate too | h.jc

pairing: Joochan x reader

genre: slight angst & pure fluff

word count: 1 481

warning: swearing

theme: enemies to lovers!au & soulmate!au

Joochan hates Y/N so does she. They did not find a way to behave normally, without cursing or arguing with each other. But then they need to find their way to each other.

It all started at the age of 17 when Joochan and Y/N have started their junior year in high school. They argued so much that they both ended up in detention several times. Joochan always teased Y/N, and she didn't like it, so she defended herself. When it was finally time to go to college, she thought she would finally get rid of him and never see him again in her life. Joochan thought the same thing. It was until today. They met as Y/N hurried through the campus to her shift at a cafe nearby.

"Oh my god! Not you again, Y/L/N," you heard Joochan shouting at you from behind.

"Shut up, man. Return to the trash you came from," she yelled at him, running on to work.

As the days went by, they met more and more, not only on campus but also in the cafe where she worked.

"You must be kidding. What a coincidence to meet you here, Y/N," his arrogant voice was like an injection for her ears. Pretty annoying.

"Can you just order and go to hell, please?" she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"You shouldn't talk to customers like that. Maybe I'll complain about you to your boss," he smirked, folding his arms on his chest.

"Try it once, and I'll kick your ass so much you won't sit on it for a month. Now please, order something," the blood in her veins began to harden.

"Was that supposed to scare me? You're still funny tho. One americano, please," he finally ordered. Y/N nodded, taking money from him. She turned around to make him the americano, so he could leave quickly.

"Here's your order. Don't come back, bye," she placed his order and smiled.

"I'll come back soon, don't worry," he grinned at her and left with a cup in his hand.

The wheater was awful for a few days since it was winter. It was freezing and snowing. It was late at night when Y/N's shift was over, and she was on her way to her apartment on campus. She barely saw anything because of the snowing. She was just in front of her apartment as she slipped on a frozen puddle, falling backward. But she didn't fall on the ground but in someone's arms.

"Hey hey, watch out," his voice was startled. He helped her stand up.

"Thank you for sav-" she turned to face her savior with a smile, but when she saw Joochan, her smile faded.

"You again. You should finish it," Joochan's provocative smile made her want to punch him.

"Thanks," she snapped at him.

"Ohoho, you should act more polite to someone who saved your ass," he came closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His smile was still the same.

"Don't touch my hair! Am I touching your hair? Now I do," she tugged lightly at his hair to move him away.

"I was thinking lately about us two. Perhaps we could make a truce, high school is over, and we are old enough to stop behaving like children. Don't you think?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled kindly at her for the first time in their acquaintance.

"Are you trying my patience, or are you serious for the first time in your life?" she frowned, analyzing his look.

"I'm deadly serious. So, I promise you I won't make any jokes about you. I am not going to act like an arrogant idiot anymore. Here is my hand to prove that I am serious," he held out his hand to her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation.

"Same for me. I'm going home. I could invite you for tea or coffee, but we have only made a truce. So I'll invite you when we know each other longer. See you later," she smiled nervously, leaving him on the spot. Joochan waited for her to enter her building, and then he went to the dormitory.

The next morning Y/N was preparing to go to the lecture, looking in the mirror to see if she had a crumpled shirt when she noticed that one of her strands of hair was blond.

"What the hell?" she took the strand of hair between her fingers and stared at it for a good 5 minutes.

"Am I still dreaming or what?" she pinched herself, whimpering with pain.

"I don't know what to do with this," she sighed. She ended up making a bun, so the strand of hair wasn't very visible.

"I'll try to dye it when my classes end."

On the other side at the same time

Joochan was sleeping peacefully when his roommate woke him up with loud noises coming from the kitchen. He growled, rising reluctantly to see what was happening.

"Ah, Hyung. I didn't want to wake you up, but the pan slipped out of my hand when I wanted to make breakfast," the younger boy bowed to him with a silly smile.

"Are you okay?" Joochan looked in the fridge at what he would have for breakfast. He found some yogurt.

"Yes, I am. Hey, have you been to the hairdresser?" Bomin asked him, looking at Joochan's hair.

"No, why?" Joochan looked at him with confused eyes.

"You have a blonde strand of hair there," Bomin pointed at the hair. Joochan put the yogurt on the kitchen isle and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Indeed there was one strand of blond hair.

"What am I suppose to do with you?" she talked to the hair. She grabbed the phone, searching for an explanation for why the strand of hair had turned blonde out of nowhere. She couldn't find much. When, after a long search, she found a forum where one girl had the same problem. At the end of her post, she wrote that it appeared when she met her soulmate.

For perhaps the hundredth time, she had tried to dye the strand of hair to black. But it didn't work like always. She was in despair. She didn't know what to do with it.

She sat on the bathtub, holding the strand between fingers.

"Maybe, I've met my soulmate too."

It was Friday evening, Joochan was coming to her place. It's been three weeks after their truce, they became friends and sometimes went out to eat together, but most of all, they had a literary project. She was waiting outside the building when her apartment was. Joochan finally appeared.

"Hey. I brought some chicken for us," he grinned at her, walking in.

"Thanks! I haven't eaten yet. Can we eat first and then look up at the project?" she asked him, closing the door behind him.

"Okay, that sounds fine," he nodded. Y/N noticed that he has a blonde strand of hair too.

"Have you been to the hairdresser?" she asked him, sitting on the couch.

"I was just about to ask you the same question," he sat next to her, placing the bag with chicken on the small table in front of them.

"I asked first," she winked at him, which made his cheeks blush lightly.

"I wasn't. The day after our truce, I woke up, and Bomin pointed that out. He tried to dye the strand of hair, but it didn't work. So I let it be. What about you?" he looked at her. He saw the shock in her eyes. She was silent, making Joochan a little bit worried.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Uhm. I don't know. I am just thinking about something," she said, still looking shocked.

"About what?" Joochan tilted his head, waiting for her response.

"I have the same story as you. I have the strand of hair blonde from the day after our truce. I was wondering what could have caused it. So I searched and found one post about a girl whose strand of hair turned blonde. That strand

was touched by her soulmate," she said, looking at him to see if he didn't find it as strange as she did.

"Are you trying to tell me that you are my soulmate?" his eyes were shocked, as were hers.

"Nobody except you touched my hair. I am shocked because we used to be enemies, and now we are soulmates," she shrugged.

"Yeah, it's weird, but if that's the case, we should try it," Joochan leaned closer to her face, kissing her on the lips. She placed her palm on his cheek, deepening their kiss.

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