#i deadass would not have thought to do the potatoes while waiting for my hair and then woulds got antsy waiting around for my hair

[nerdie-faerie]

I have no issues with you adding in making coffee, cause you're moving!

Yeah originally step 1 was the bleach but then I was like "hold up we need to preheat" cause I was thinking you've got about 40 minutes with bleach in let's use that time for something!! I guess step 3 could just be prepping whatever it is you need to prep for the potatoes!

But I'm glad it could be helpful!

However I won't take that self depreciation in the tags, (probably hypocritical of me cause I put myself down all the time) but I won't be having you say you're useless, cause you're not useless, I promise you!!!

[rouiyan]

𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘛 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

⧏ part of the before i met you collective ⧐

synopsis: "how could i ever say no?"

✧ lee donghyuck x (fem.) reader, best friends to loverz

✧ genres : plotless fluff, tiny angst ✧ word count : 2k ✧ disclaimer : swearing

✧ author’s note — guys, hyuck deadass has my whole heart.

“ahh,” you hold your mouth wide open, eyes never leaving the screen, in the direction of donghyuck who had just returned from the kitchen, snacks in hand. he’s in his usual getup of an oversized hoodie paired with basketball shorts, glasses propped upon the bridge of his nose and a messy flop of hair cascading over it. 

he sighs, “geez, give me a break. i barely just sat down.” he pinches open a bag of spicy potato chips and pops one into his mouth before reaching to get another one for you. you’re clicking furiously and muttering various curses under your breath at the opponent and donghyuck's weak heart can’t help but flutter at how worked up you get every time you fail to land a punch. he’s about to put his hand down and wait for a time when you're not so focused but your mouth snatches at the chip and he almost jumps, his hand fearing consumption.

it takes your absolute all before you finally beat the boss, you eyes almost rolling back into your head and refusing to roll back out because of how exhausted they are. school was about to start, in three days to be exact, and if you didn't finish the game now, well, it was now or never. donghyuck sat by your side, mouth full of greasy potatoes, occasionally sipping from whatever drink he had brought. there was no reason for him to be here, he just insisted that he felt you tended to need some emotional support whenever you gamed, claiming that you were always far too 'out of it' to actually care for yourself. he said, as he always does, that it was his job to care for you. and that held true; no matter if you had a boyfriends at the time or not, donghyuck manged keep his word.

turning to look at him, your breath ragged, you see that his hood is pulled well over his forehead. chuckling, you take a fistful of the front of his sweatshirt and gently yank him towards you while grasping at the material of his hood with your other hand and tugging it back. this action causes his heart to topple and his eyes to stutter wide. your nose is close enough for him to move bare centimeters and place a gentle kiss on it. your lips are close enough for him to move bare millimeters and place a gentle kiss on it. he gulps. this can't be good.

giggling and awfully unaware of your best friend's crush for you growing by the second, you scrunch your nose at him (the very nose he wanted to kiss) and purse your lips, "i wanna see your face, silly." all donghyuck can do is swallow his feelings and instead be left breathless by your side profile. the more rational side of his mind is busy scrambling for a reply that doesn’t make him sound like the lovesick idiot of the century while the more irrational side is left in a blundering mess, bouts of adoration emitting from within. he collects himself and makes sure his countenance doesn't give away his rumbling inner thoughts. “you like what you see?” 

your smile grows fonder, if possible, at his comment but he doesn’t dare to take his eyes from your face just because he knows the little blush that’s to appear. soon enough it blooms across your cheeks and he lovingly coos at the sight while your smile reverses into a small pout. “ugh, so flirty,” he hears your muttered reply although he's unsure if he was meant to. your head is already turned back to the screen after the little exchange and he holds onto it as you press ‘resume,’ replaying it in his head just to see that bright smile and little pout that he could never get sick of.

a few more chips are fed to you while you continue playing, which would be completely fine if not for your incredibly low spice tolerance. it isn't long before donghyuck notices your aggressive hissing that is definitely not from the sight of your character frolicking through a field. he's on the cusp of bringing it to your attention when you abruptly speak between two seethes, "hyuck, get me water please," he immediately moves from his spot to get water from the kitchen when you voice out your struggles once again. "actually, just get me anything. it doesn't matter." 

donghyuck watches as your tongue curls at the tingles and he gauges the severity of the situation. he quickly snatches the drink he'd brought with him, despite knowing you wouldn't like it very much, and brings it up to your lips. you take one, two, three gulps before you turn to look at him with wide eyes. he swears your about to hurl the contents onto him and he winces in preparation but it never comes. you thickly swallow, the liquid almost threatening to bubble up once again, a gag reflex. the spicy sensation is gone but is now replaced by blatant disgust as your mouth hangs open as if you’d been force fed. 

"red bull? hyuck, you're fucking kidding me!"

he bites back a smile as he settles his eye on your disbelieving face, "you said it didn't matter!"

"yeah, i did say that but that's red bull! literal poison!"

"hey, you’re not gonna die from one sip." a smirk is now forming on his face, he feels equally bad and equally good for being the center of your current attention.

"i can't believe you're still drinking that, hyuck." the pout returns and donghyuck silently rejoices, "i thought you said you were cutting back."

he bathes in your eyes for a split second before he simply replies, "i am."

"so what's that?" you eye the can suspiciously, upset that your best friend still succumbs to the unhealthy beverage. 

"it's just a little energy boost, princess. i gotta stay awake to keep you company."

the nickname that accidentally slips past his lips catches the both of you off guard, his cheeks flaming a deeper red with each moment passing. you seem to handle the flustered silence better than he does, even going as far as furthering his state by scooting closer to him and placing both hands on one of his shoulders, propping your chin upon them. he can feel your fresh breath tickle and fan the skin under his ears and he knows that if he just so much turns his head in the slightest, he will be face to face with you in all your glory, without much space in between. he's not sure if he's ready for that.

clearly you don't give a shit because you tilt your head upwards to give him a kiss to the cheek. a soft, billowy kiss that leaves him stuck in that same trance, perpetually. withdrawing, you try poking at his sides to see if his expression will budge from the fazed out gaze he's sporting, but to no avail. "hyuck? are you okay?" he can hear you but he knows he's way too 'out of it' to answer. damn, you were supposed to be the one that was 'out of it.' 

the sudden quietness of the room unsettles you and you're suddenly aware of his reaction. weird, you think, hyuck is never like this. hyuck's always and constantly flirting back and making sure he has the last word. you have an inkling on what this could be about but you almost instantly flush down the idea of bringing it up but it's hard to suppress because your gut instinct tells you that you’re right, that you should go for it. no, he really can’t like you. no, you're just deluding yourself... unless, you're not.

"hyuck," you blurt before you can even stop yourself. his head snaps up at the sound of his nickname. "do you like me?"

where it was previously beating a mile a minute, donghyuck's heart is now at a complete standstill. he can still hear it thumping louder than ever in his ears but he knows there's no way he'll live through this. taking a second to zone out of the whole situation, he notes that your character on the screen is now being mauled by a mob of freakish creatures, though the volume is turned low. he notes how your fingers are absentmindedly drumming on the fabric of your sweats as you usually would when you're nervous and that your blinking more than normal. maybe that was a sign you liked him back? maybe, but surely no. there's a dull ache in his heart that yearns for him to be selfish and just say no. he'd spare the potential loss of your presence by his side and just cope with always being the 'best friend.' but then he thinks of you meeting someone, that's not him, and dating someone, that's not him, and maybe one day even marrying someone, that's not him. he admits that the pain will be far greater than the dull ache he's experiencing now and perhaps that knowledge is exactly what he needs to persuade himself. donghyuck steels his heart because he thinks he's finally found the perfect reasons, the perfect timing, the perfect amount of courage to confess. 

and he also knows that, if this were to go downwards, it might as well be the last time he sees you like this, dressed down in the dead middle of night, hair a tangled yet endearing (or so he thinks) mess, and eyes wide, holding galaxies upon galaxies of stars, none of which could compare to the sheer light you radiate. donghyuck makes sure to revel in your presence, for what could be the very last time, to capture your features, the ones he already has committed to memory. he breathes.

then, without warning, "hyuck…i love you," wait, what?! "hyuck, i love you as more than a friend." your pupils are shaking and there's tears that are unshed but visible. there's so much more that's stuck in your throat refusing to come out but the few words that made it past the threshold of your mouth already say enough. donghyuck expects the grim reaper to appear in a matter of seconds, he expects to be able to detach his spirit from his physically unmoving figure and watch as you say those words over his dead body. any minute now. but the more he sits there the more he realizes that this is real. you are real.

you can feel the emotions building up inside of you while he just stares at you. unmoving, he stares and stares and stares until you think that you've only imagined the last few moments. your crying now and perhaps that's the only things that slaps donghyuck out of his trance. he rushes his arms around you in the most automatic matter. it isn't until your the front of your face soaks the entirety of the front of his hoodie that you feel a little less shitty. your face is smushed flush against his chest and when you finally come to your bearings, you notice his heartbeat contracting erratically on your forehead. emerging from his embrace yet still in his hold, you meet your eyes with his. they're wide and scared, reminding you of just moments ago. 

"i was- i was going to say that, exactly that but i- i guess you beat me to it."

"then... do you wanna be my boyfriend?" i want to be your girlfriend.

"damn it y/n, stop stealing my lines!" can i be your boyfriend?

"is that a no?" just say yes. i want to hear you say yes.

"n- no, yes. i mean no, it's not a no. and yes, i want to be your boyfriend." how could i ever say no?

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

[valkblue]

Being a Behavior technician requires a certain amount of dedication to the job — the rigorous type, bordeline rigid. That’s what is expected to be at peak efficiency regarding analysis protocols and diagnostics for host service and calibration.

For that, Vivian thinks she might be the worst tech in her department. 

— masterlist, AO3

Chapter 1 on 12

Chapter wordcount: 2,486 Story status: Complete Rating: General Warning: people swear a lot, technobabble counts as swearing as well (believe me)…

Author’s notes: This is the first time I post a fanfic online. A real big one I mean. Not just crackfics... I’m emotional. I don’t know what the schedule will be yet because my queue is acting up, but everything should be out regularly, or something that looks like it. This first chapter is an intro to the main character and what she does, and I hope you’ll enjoy this story and its characters all the way!  Also, I really want to thank @pheedraws​ and @something-tofightfor​ for their heartwarming feedback on the whole story. Thank you SO much!!

Have a good time reading, and my askbox/messages are open! 💙

— Chapter 1

Now wasn’t a good time to yawn…

And yet, Vivian had nothing else to do but wait right now, wait while the progress bars slowly filled up on her tablet screen.

Now wasn’t the time, simply because some of her colleagues were passing through the hallway, behind the glass panels of her cubicle, and among them was the head of Behavior department — incidentally, her superior.

No doubt they were all about to grab a bite at the restaurant and Vivian held back an almost envious mumble; she was starving! But before she could go eat anything, she had to finish with her last subject on her morning schedule; host ID#DH410829420391, named Mildred.

And Mildred was back at the lab on account of a negative report about her response time during interactions with other hosts but also with guests. A lag that only happened in character mode, not in analysis. So, Vivian started with refreshing her lexical base and improvisation engine. It took some time to check the entire tree but as of now, it was done.

"Can you confirm if the update’s complete?"

"Confirmed," Mildred answered right away, her voice flat and her look vacant.

"Back in character mode."

Mildred seemed to wake up and blinked once before focusing her attention  back on Vivian.

"Mildred?"

"Oh, I’m sorry," she answered with a hint of a shy smile. "I must have drifted off, I believe… The working hours at the farm are ungodly sometimes!"

The response time was more than good, now. The improvisation too.

"I was wondering if there’s a lot of clients at the farm these days," Vivian asked.

The answer was not long to come.

"Certainly! Our cattle sure gives the best milk there is. No matter what the competition says!"

"How many green bottles are standing on the wall?"

Questions and procedures were always more or less the same to determine which bits of code, settings or values could cause an issue or start to glitch like crazy!

But today, for Mildred — and Vivian — everything was back in order, and each/both of them could soon return to the the usual course of their scheduled day.

It was about time for Vivian to take a break, if she was reduced to that kind of wisecrack…

A glance at her wristwatch, even while her tablet displayed a more accurate time than the watch hands, and Vivian concluded her analysis. She folded the tablet, slid it back in her jacket pocket, and left the large glass room after one last embarrassed look at Mildred she was leaving there, naked in the dark. Vivian didn’t even fight down a shiver. It was actually freezing cold in there!

She comforted herself with the thought that Mildred didn’t feel anything in this state, disconnected, and that a team wouldn’t take too long to come get her, do her hair, dress her up and put her back in rotation in no time. Barely as much as Vivian had for her lunch break… and that was just enough to go all the way up to the hub restaurant. But the bosses here didn’t care much about how long the lunch breaks lasted, as long as the work was done in time.

So, Vivian didn’t hurry to get to the elevator she shared with two co-workers who only interrupted their chitchat about hockey results for a vague greeting.

At this hour, the restaurant was a bit more crowded but it still wasn’t too hard to find a seat in the large and relatively peaceful room. The whole vibe in it was corporate though, even in that staff only room; every dish were stamped with the park logo and name — from the bottom of the plates to the salt shakers — and a flat HD screen displayed a bunch of Delos branches ads that looked much weirder without sound.

After a while, one didn’t really pay attention to all this anymore… A few months was enough to make it all part of the landscape and for the mind to simply stop noticing it.

And Vivian had been working here for three years, now.

However, she was still bothered by a few details sometimes, such as the huge white walls that spanned all the way up a balcony floor and a domed ceiling or the fact that the stalls were lit with a pale light under which the food turned to a sickly colour.

Hopefully, under the less saturated lights of the main room, the Caesar salads and the turkey-tomato sandwiches were back to a more appetizing hue.

Her tray loaded with a potato-corn salad, a big glass of water and a piece of bread, Vivian walked towards the tables, eager for her potatoes to lose their blueish glint. Just shy of the screen, she recognised a familiar face, Margaret’s, another Behavior tech from her team. Both were on friendly basis now, where it was possible to enjoy some time together and to laugh a little, even if it took them a whole year to finally break the ice.

Margaret waved at Vivian when she saw her pick her way across the room, inviting her to join them — them being Margaret, and three other guys from their department.

"Did you hear the latest, Vivian!?" she blurted. "I’ve been told that Damon Dyers is in the park, at this very moment!"

"Damon… Dyers?"

Vivian didn’t even hide her puzzlement while sitting in front of her.

"The actor," one of the three guys — Luke — pointed out. "Marge was just exposing how she’ll mooch the control room techs for a footage…"

"Listen, if you were as thirsty as I am about this guy, you’d understand!" Margaret replied.

To that, he quipped:

"My husband would be pissed!"

All chuckled in approval before returning to their almost emptied plates, while Vivian had barely touched her own.

"Can you imagine," Margaret daydreamt, leaning back in her seat as in a comfy armchair, holding her Pyrex glass like a snifter of bourbon. "Damon hunting down Escaton in the hills…"

Vivian scoffed; she could imagine, indeed.

At the table, Charles, Thawal and Luke didn’t pay any more attention to them, carrying on with their chat about retro gaming. Vivian would probably have preferred to be part of that conversation; not that she didn’t know shit about movies and their actors, but more like aside from a few exceptions on which they got along swimmingly, she didn’t have much taste in common with Margaret. But she listened to her friend anyway as she kept going after a sip of sparkling water:

"How am I not supposed to be hot on the idea!? I’ll deadass find someone to bootleg me some footages!"

Vivian smiled out of politeness, not saying much, as always. Her mouth was full anyway.

"Oh, by the way!"

Margaret took another swip of her glass before putting it down on the table and leaning towards Vivian.

"Apparently, they’re going to burden us with a whole new bunch of hosts in two or three weeks," she said, with all the serious she could muster. "I heard that from Elsie. Narrative must be trying to compensate for something, if you know what I mean…"

Vivian knew very well.

"We barely have time to light a fag between two sessions already and they plan to add another hundred on our backs!?"

She snorted disdainfully.

"Don’t know what they’re spicing their coffee with but it isn’t doing them any good."

"No shit," admitted Vivian, a bit testy at the idea. "Unless they also plan to hire? Did Lowe say anything about it?"

Margaret shrugged.

"No idea, I haven’t talked to him in a while."

She patted her blazer pockets then sighed softly; Vivian understood her attitude as relief, and a craving, even a need to light a cigarette.

"You should ask," Margaret pointed out with a smile a tad clenched in the orbicularis muscles. "You like him, right?"

Vivian approved; she admired his thoroughness, his love for details… A lot could be learned while working under his care and Vivian found him both spirited and friendly.

Margaret didn’t quite share the feeling, however; in her own words, he was giving her the heebie-jeebies.

"Anyway, I’m off," Margaret stated with an even greater impatience in her voice. "I gotta light one before the crazy afternoon waiting for me!"

She gathered her cutlery on her tray, adding:

"Not giving up on the idea to come across Damon fucking Dyers, though! At least in video recs. Wish me luck!"

Vivian nodded and Margaret put her tray away on the sideboard before hurrying to the exit.

Her colleagues had changed topics next to her, and now they were talking about cars, motorcycles and mechanics. As she didn’t know much about that topic, not as much as in computers, she listened only a little without taking part.

Then, Vivian finished wolfing down her potato salad and her glass of water; she would soon return to her shift and examine a series of hosts, the characteristics of which she overviewed on her tablet from her timetable’s folders. It was simply routine checks, and Vivian liked that kind of sessions; it was like meeting with a friend, just to catch up with them.

But for now, she would take a few minutes to get some air and natural light on top of the hub before diving back into the high tech depths of the Mesa.

At seven in the evening, closer to eight, Vivian was glad to be back to her on-site apartments. Once again, she had grabbed a snack at the restaurant but the room was much more crowded than it was at lunch and came close to a headache before reaching "home". She could have dined here, cooked something on her induction hob but she was so tired — or lazy — that, tonight again, she still choose to eat at the restaurant over having to do the dishes!

Now, she was getting out of the shower in her bathrobe and throw herself on her bed.

Living like this, it was like being a teenager all over again, back at her parents’, or at the dorm… but once she closed her apartment’s door, Vivian was totally free to do whatever she wanted. As long as it didn’t involve wrecking the place!

But now, even if she wanted to, Vivian wouldn’t have had the strength to break any chair, nor even to make a mess of the bed… About that, she was actually planning on laying there, and falling asleep in her bathrobe while watching a movie or reading any book she had available on her personal tablet. A tablet that was nothing close to the one she was using every day in the Behavior department labs, but a tablet anyway.

She swiped the covers without any real interest; in all honesty, she was feeling too tired to read. Even something she had already read. And she cringed a little when the minimalistic cover with her automatically signed name appeared.

Yeah, even too tired to read her own words!

Besides, it wasn’t great literature at all — a fanfiction. Two, to be precise. Both about the hosts and their narratives as she could have written about a movie, book, or video game’s characters.

Vivian grumbled, letting her tablet fall flat on her stomach, and she stared at the white ceiling before closing her eyes while nibbling her lips. She had written this almost six months after she started working here, taken over by all the motivation, excitement and creativity around her!

She refocused on herself since but, in the meantime, she wrote these. And even though Vivian considered herself to have a fertile imagination, she still commended herself about how better for everyone it was she hadn’t applied for a job in Narrative…

Rising her tablet up again and tapping on the lit screen, she entered the file and skimmed through it, trying to ignore the grammar mistakes she stopped committing since; and mistakes aside, her stories had nothing exceptional, totally influenced as they were by her mood and the not-so-new-but-still-trendy storyline — Escaton’s and his bandits, essentially…

Over a very short time, when Vivian was still more or less trying to fit into the life of the facility and social circles of her co-workers whose names had yet to be caught, she had heard so many comments, appreciations and reviews for this narrative that she looked into it first.

After all, the park afforded Lee Sizemore, renowned author who made a big name for himself with a "hot and grimy" historical saga, a few years back before running out of puff under his editor’s pressure. And a juicy offer by a video game studio to adapt it. 

She understood; everybody, whether staff or guests, was more or less hyped by the brute force brought by Hector Escaton — virile and dark male figure — to the relative tranquility of the park’s starting point.

And Vivian had been no exception.

If her first story was only about made-up characters to explore the pleasing and well rounded context of Sweetwater, her second, on the other hand, was more audacious, altering shamelessly the story from what its authors had surely intended; victorious over the town after killing the sheriff and all opposition, Escaton and his gang enjoyed their plunder at the Mariposa where Hector fell for one of the saloon girls.

That being said, Vivian remained very proper — maybe totally prudish — in these sort of narrative fantasies of hers; nothing turned freaky or utterly violent…

All she did was throwing a few sentences on her writing app for some evenings, when inspiration struck or simply because she urged herself to follow through with what she started. All on her personal tablet. She knew better than to write that on anything system-tethered. Imagining that a bored somebody could just hack into the system all the way up to her personal data… and end up on that giddy nonsense, made her wants to puke!

Not to mention that it might also be forbidden. Even though she never planned to, she knew she couldn’t share it with anyone, nor anywhere. Not as a park employee. If the guests were writing critiques and other reviews online about their stay, herself couldn’t talk about it from the inside. Confidentiality and shit…

Her texts would remain secret, and her silly fantasies with them. In any case, it wasn’t as if she intended to try anything for herself, and even less with Hector Escaton, all the more since he wasn’t even part of the batch her team had in charge. And also, rumor has it that fantasies aren’t always good when act upon!

With a lazy tap, Vivian quitted the reading app and dropped the tablet on her sheets before burying her face in her soft pillow. She let out a deep sigh in it, relaxed, and in fact, she fell asleep almost right away.

[jejublr]

seventeen as your valentine

a/n: lmao, i deadass forgot it’s valentine’s day until someone mentioned it :^) beautiful people, i hope you’re having a great day! happy carat day, lovelies~

ps: i’m so late to this from school and cny! i’m so sorry!! i hope you’ll enjoy nonetheless! happy chinese new year to those celebrating!!!

seungcheol

oh, man

we all can see it; seungcheol is that guy

the one who goes all in on valentine’s day

i’m talking about a bouquet of flowers, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, a teddy teddy bear..

the whole shebang

he’s the one that makes the girls go “aww” and the other guys think valentine’s day is a competition lmao

sometimes you wonder if he’s more excited over it more than you are

he low-key just excited to show you some love

would probably bring you to his favorite family-owned restaurant that he frequents often for dinner

he knows the owner well so he’s like a son to them

you ended up having a blast there

and seungcheol would walk with you by the river after dinner, eyes drooping and stomach full, his arm around your shoulder

tucks your hair behind your ear as he thank you for being with him

and it may be cliche and cheesy with this guy at times but he does it so well

jeonghan

deadass forgot that it’s valentine’s day

only got reminded bc seungkwan sent everyone sweet text messages

but boy is smooth bc the moment he found out, he called a flower shop to deliver a bouquet to your work/school asap and make it seem like a surprise

but guess what

you knew he forgot 

disappointing but not surprising

but you forgive him because now your friends and/or co-workers are sending you jealous looks and it’s worth it

#pettycouple4thewin

but let’s be real, jeonghan is a sweetheart

after work/school, he’d pick you up to go shopping with you

brings you to all the stores and buys you the things you’ve been eyeing for a while

spoils you

takes you on that café with the maple latte he’s grown to love

walks you home with your hand in his 

joshua

idk why but he comes across as a pretty simple and personal guy when it comes to celebrating valentine’s day

i don’t see him doing something over-the-top but he’ll definitely do something romantic for the two of you

i’m talking about a candle-lit room strewn with rose petals all over

you’d come home to his beautiful smile and the surprise

“welcome home, sweetheart.”

kisses your cheek as he produces a bouquet of flowers from his back

the dinner table is set up for two with home-cooked meal he made himself and you guys would talk over your meal

anime will probably come up in the conversation whether you want it or not

confirm he’s going to serenade you after dinner

sits with you on the couch, hands picking on his guitar as his soft voice sing to you

“falling for you.. falling for you...”

he’ll glance at you from the corner of his eyes as you get lulled on his shoulder by his honey voice

and you don’t know but he’d wonder how lucky he had ever ended up with someone like you

jun

it may not everybody’s definition of romantic but i see jun bringing you to the amusement park?

idk i feel like he knows he’s a busy guy and he’d want to make good memories with you when he finally has time away from the business

he’ll buy matching headbands with you, take you on all of the rides, and (tries) to win you plush toys from the tents

accuses that the game is rigged when none of the balls hit the target

and had to be pulled away from the stall

take silly photobooth pictures with you

tried to secretly save one for his wallet but you found out

“jun! i don’t look nice in that one!”

“what are you talking about? you look adorable!”

tons of pda while queueing for the rides

y’all are that couple

eating all the food and regretting it because now y’all feel queasy after trying to hold in those corndogs after the roller coaster ride

so you guys just pick tamer rides

decided that he’s a romantic genius for suggesting to on the ferris wheel as the pinnacle of the day

good timing tho bc it’s sunset and it’s pretty to watch from above

you both didn’t say anything throughout the whole ride but he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful you are with the sun on your face like that

hoshi

barges into your room first thing in the morning

“y/nnnnnn, let’s go on a date!”

“what the frick soonyoung it’s seven.”

ends up lying down on your couch watching cartoons as he waits for you to get ready

brings you to the zoo 

couldn’t stop taking pictures of you with the animals bc you’re both cute

“that monkey looks like you.”

tries to coax you with ice cream when you give him the silent treatment

trying to stop him from feeding the animals

“soonyoung, for the fifth time, do not feed the lion potato chips. how many times do i have to tell you-”

you both play ispy as you sit on a bench overlooking all the animals

pulls you everywhere with him

“y/n, look! it’s a polar bear!”

“let’s go see the giraffe!”

“is that a real lion?”

“does it seem like a human to you.”

is he actually more excited about going to the zoo than you are???

why, yes. yes, he is.

buys you tiger ears from the gift shop

holds your hand throughout the whole date

wonwoo

ignores you the whole day so you went to school/work thinking that he forgot

you knew that it’s not a big deal but you couldn’t help but feel a little upset over the fact that he didn’t seem to care

your bosses ended up dismissing you early and all your girl friends have a date with their significant others so now you’re going home with a long face

was about to unlock your door when wonwoo came out in a rush

in a tux, holding a bouquet of flowers

“uhm, won, what are you doing?”

“what are you doing?”

turns out he purposely ignored you the whole morning so he could surprise you when he pick you up from school/work

so now you’re just confused on why is he wearing a pair of tux while you’re standing there in your jeans and t-shirt

“I thought this is what guys do on Valentine’s day? aren’t we supposed to wear a tux and give flowers?” he blushes

and you couldn’t help but coo at how clueless he seems

you both ended up playing video games the rest of the day

woozi

woozi is one of those special people who needs external push to actually do something cliche-ly romantic

Valentine’s day is one of those rare days when he would actually put effort to woe you

actually took the time and effort to write and produce a song dedicated to you

i’m thinkin about you

called you to the studio and you find him sitting in his seat with the usual sweatpants and t-shirt combo, looking as comfortable

except he’s not comfortable at all

because you’re standing there looking as beautiful as always and he’s been cooped up in his studio for who knows how long trying to finish the song he made for you

and he couldn’t help but feel his stomach churn with nerve as he makes you sit next to him 

he’d hand you a pair of headphones and say “what do you think of this?” as he tries to hide his furious blush

you thought it’s just another song he needed an input on like he’s always done

except that you realized it’s different this time bc the lyrics sounds a lot more personal

it sounded like you

it was a pleasant surprise when you leap up from your seat into him as you press a gentle peck on his cheek

dk

boy didn’t know what to do and ended up without a gift a day until Valentine’s

came up to soonyoung terrified and panicked because it’s tomorrow! and he still has no idea what to give to you!!!

“just give her flowers, everyone likes flowers right” 

almost whacked him in the face because he couldn’t get anymore cliché than that

finally comes up to you with a box of chocolate the next day

didn’t bother to buy you flowers because flowers wilt and he wants you to last forever

plus you can share the chocolate together so it’s a win-win situation, amirite

actually prepared to sing for you from days ago but you could hear him try and sing quitely from the room next door since a week ago

his definition of singing quitely is not quite the same as everyone else

so now you’re sitting on the balcony overlooking the cityscape, not able to hold in your smile as he sing your song to you in the sweetest voice ever

and by the end of the performance kisses you on the temple as you overlook the city lights

mingyu

ah, this pupper

would want the day to be special for you!

i see him bringing you on a picnic to a scenic place

holds your hand throughout the drive with his other hand on the steering wheel

cook and brings you all of your favorite food, from appetizers to desserts

would bring the classic chocolate-covered strawberries minus the chocolate bc he forgot to buy it and swapped it for nutella instead

which was a huge mistake bc now you’re trying to smear chocolate spread on each other’s faces

you end up having a little game of chase around the hills in which you had your picnic on

when you’re finally exhausted, you’d both lie cloud watching on the grass

“look! it’s aji!”

“no, that’s a rat!”

lets you sleep on the car ride home and wakes you up with kisses when you reach home

the8

will definitely spoil you

after all, it’s a special day meant to be spent with a special person

would probably leave you a box of present with a dress he picked out for you himself at your door

which doesn’t seem bad bc have you seen this guy’s fashion sense? i’d trust him with my fashion

on a card, it says “hope you have a fantastic day! i’ll pick you up at 7.  i hope you’ll like the dress ;)”

picks you up on time in tux and brings you to a fancy restaurant

orders the best food because that’s what you deserve

doesn’t really do the bouquet of flowers thing and would rather buy you a necklace

because he gucci

which he did and put on for you himself 

after dinner, he’d take you to an art museum and explore the place with your hand clasped in his

he’d walk you back to your place with your hands tucked in the pocket of his coat

seungkwan

he’ll bring you coffee-shop hopping

it’s a thing, okay

you guys would go around the city from café to café hand in hand

you’ll both laugh at the back of the bus and in the subway as he whisper to you funny anecdotes and jokes

people would look at you both with fondness but you wouldn’t notice because he’s looking at you with fondness, too

every time you spot something delicious, he’d take your hand and pull you into the store to try it

“but seungkwan, i’m full!”

“there’s always room for dessert.”

“THIS IS THE THIRD ICE CREAM STORE WE GOT INTO.”

“JUST GET IN.”

at one point on your date, he’d shyly slide out a handwritten letter

couldn’t stop blushing when you read his letter

blushes even more when you jump at him and start showering his cheeks with kisses

dates with this guy will always be simple yet sweet

vernon

like, woozi, is not the type to be too hyped about this kind of stuff

i mean, sure, yeah, he’s still gonna try and do something for you if you’re into it but he’s pretty chill

he’d probably want you to spend the day at home with him, cuddling and watching movies you both have been wanting to watch together

at one point, you’d both get bored of watching so you resort to sharing earphones and you move to the couch for another cuddle sesh

what you didn’t realize is that he actually made you a cd playlist and hid it under one of the cushions

which was not his best idea because you ended up crushing it without realizing

you both laughed at how the cd case was kinda cracked in the middle was the moment he brought it out

“uh, happy valentine’s day, babe. i guess..”

you guys would get your favorite take-outs for dinner and have a mario kart match in your pajamas after that

and spending the special day with vernon may not be anything fancy but you wouldn’t have it any other way

chan

i’m ready to fight anyone who thinks he’s inexperienced

100% sure he knows more than his hyungs does come on man

has more moves than them too

didn’t even ask for advice from his hyungs bc he knows they’re hopeless smh

but when i think about chan, i couldn’t help but think of a park date!!

he’s still gonna bring you flowers but I think he’d be more chill about Valentine’s day 

unlike someone *cough*Seungcheol*cough*

brings you to eat ice cream and you’ll both sit on the bench, people-watching and talking about everything

tries to steal your ice cream when you’re not looking and pinches your cheeks when you pout at him

you both basically turn into giant five-year-olds as you push each other around on the playground swing

will definitely pull you to go on those duck-boat ride around the river

him being the sly nugget he is tries to topple you over into the river

didn’t really work but it did on his favor because you stumble into him

will bring you to a diner nearby after a little stroll around the park

only ordered a milkshake so you guys ended up sharing

sneaks glances at you as he sips from his straw and couldn’t stop holding your hand from across the tabled