#jeonghan drabble

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growing sideways 📧 jeonghan x reader.

yours, whether you like it or not,

📧 pairing. co-workers!jeonghan x reader. 📧 social media au & epistolary (told through emails). 📧 genres. alternate universe: non-idol, alternate universe: co-workers. romance, humor. 📧 includes. mention of alcohol; suggestive language; profanity. workplace rivals, corporate jargon, engineering terms i definitely butchered, use of y/n l/n for e-mail purposes. title from noah kahan’s growing sideways; waaay too many kahan references, really. style and format insp. by cinnamorussell’s tell all your friends i’m crazy (i’ll drive you mad). 📧 notes. this is a bit long, but we ball. in one of my first conversations with @diamonddaze01, we dreamed up workplace rival yoon jeonghan. i offer it, now, as part of a month-long celebration for the person i’ve dedicated a good quarter of my work to. tara, i’ll never meet someone who won’t know about you. nanu ninnannu pritisuttene! 🔭

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from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Yoon,

I reviewed the validation draft you uploaded this morning. Fascinating interpretation of clause 4.3.2. Bold of you to skip the stability data appendix entirely. I can only assume it was an artistic choice.

Also, the raw tensile data from the 0528 batch isn’t included. If it was meant to be in the shared drive, it wasn’t in any of the usual folders (QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > missing_files > probably_Jeonghan’s).

I’ve attached my edits. I added actual numbers.

Regards, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Thank you for the prompt review. I assumed your obsession with clause 4.3.2 would outweigh your impulse to nitpick, but alas—some things never change.

The stability data was excluded intentionally while awaiting results from the accelerated aging test. If you opened the protocol (second folder under QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > definitely_not_missing), you’d see that.

As for your edits, I appreciate the effort. It’s cute when you pretend Excel likes you back.

Best, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Yoon,

Not that I expect you to read full briefs, but just in case you skimmed this one: yes, the transfer protocols need to be locked before next Friday if we want the France site to hit qualification by Q3.

Your last edits to the QAP template were inspired. I didn’t know it was possible to confuse ISO 13485 with a haiku.

I’ve restructured the equipment IQ section. You’re welcome. You’ll need to coordinate with Wonwoo at the Lyon site for vendor access, assuming you remember to email him this time.

I’ll see you in Lyon.

Disrespectfully, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Of course I read the brief. Just because I don’t annotate every margin with red ink and superiority complexes doesn’t mean I don’t understand the deadline.

I’ll coordinate with Wonwoo, assuming you don’t scare him off again with your charmingly blunt emails. (I still have the screenshot of him calling you “intimidatingly competent.”)

By the way, your IQ revisions look fine. Shockingly legible this time. Congratulations.

I’ll see you in Lyon. Try not to sabotage the coffee machine this trip.

Until customs detains us, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

If Wonwoo was intimidated, it’s because I sent him instructions written in complete sentences. A rare treat, I know.

You still haven’t confirmed the calibration matrix. We’ll need the traceable certs before equipment ships, or do you plan to charm EU regulators into letting us slide on documentation? Actually, don’t answer that. I’ve seen you talk to vendors.

Also: bring the correct adapter this time. I’m not sharing an outlet with you again.

Best of luck (to me), L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

The calibration matrix is in the tracker: third tab, fourth column, next to the thing labeled “READ ME, PLEASE” Try it. It’s fun.

And yes, I plan to charm the regulators. You, on the other hand, can stun them into compliance with your piercing PowerPoint transitions.

As for the outlet. I’m bringing an adapter. And a surge protector. For reasons.

Looking forward to our time in France. Nothing says “teamwork” like four days of jetlag and passive aggression.

Yours in regulatory purgatory, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

YJH 👿 (Work) [8:13 AM]: why do you type so aggressively. the guy next to me thinks you’re yelling at me You [8:14 AM]: he’s not wrong. YJH 👿 (Work) [8:15 AM]: did you really need three highlighters in your carry-on? You [8:15 AM]: yes. the pink one is for your mistakes. YJH 👿 (Work) [8:16 AM]: romantic You [8:16 AM]: if you die on this trip it’s going to be from a highlighter to the throat. YJH 👿 (Work) [8:17 AM]: worth it You [8:17 AM]: you are the worst seatmate in existence. YJH 👿 (Work) [8:18 AM]: you snore when you pretend not to be sleeping and your pointy elbow crosses the line You [8:18 AM]: so we’re calling it a truce? YJH 👿 (Work) [8:19 AM]: we’re calling it foreplay

☾ You have silenced Notifications.

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from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

Per our debrief notes (the ones not written on a cocktail napkin), I’ve uploaded the final QAP revisions and vendor qualification summaries to the shared drive. You can stop emailing me pictures of our hotel room as  “documentation.” Though impressive dedication to fieldwork.

Also, your expense report still lists the mini bar from Tuesday night. Pretty bold move, considering you insisted you only drank half the bottle.

Respectueusement, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

You’re welcome for the in-room stress testing of French plumbing. I was being thorough.

Also, I did only drink half. You drank the other half and then told the front desk I was your emotional support engineer.

Re: shared drive. I see your formatting crimes continue. I fixed your spacing in the risk assessment table. Try to be better.

Yours across all timezones, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

I’d fix my spacing if you’d stop adjusting my bullet styles just to mess with me. And next time, maybe don’t volunteer us for the plant tour while hungover. Watching you nearly fall into a vat of solvent was not the regulatory impression we wanted.

Stop calling me yours, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

P.S. You still owe me one (1) bed. I’m adding it to your performance review.

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Not my fault someone booked the hotel late and got us the romantic suite. You’re lucky I didn’t call room service for rose petals.

I’ve uploaded the final sign-offs and confirmation from the French regulatory contact—who says we’re the most “thorough and theatrically matched” engineers she’s worked with. I think that’s a compliment.

Let me know if I’ve missed any appendices. Or if you want your highlighter back.

Yours, even if you deny me (hotel registration said so), Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

P.S. I liked sharing the room with you. Not because of budget errors or international confusion. Just because it was you.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Great audit notes, as usual. I’ve attached my edits for the CAPA log. We’ll have to discuss column F, because your formulas hate me.

Also, bold of you to post a photo of flowers on a Tuesday. Does SVT approve PTO for midweek romance now?

Am I being cheated on?, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Corrected the formula logic in column F. Try not to break it again.

And yes, Tuesday dates are a thing now. Believe it or not, some people find me tolerable enough to see more than once.

Shocking, I know.

Regrets, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Don’t worry. I’m sure your second date will be charmed by your bullet point consistency.

Personally, I’ve never seen the appeal of dating someone like you. Too sharp. Too bossy. Too quick to judge formula errors.

Fortunately, SVT doesn’t require us to like each other outside of Gantt charts.

Yours, whether you like it or not, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I'd sooner date a malfunctioning tensile tester.

I fixed your math in the timeline estimates. Again. Please don’t bother me for the rest of the week. I’m going to be busy preparing for date number two.

(You wish I was) Yours, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp 

You [11:42 PM]: he ghosted me. u jinxed it. You [11:43 PM]: i shaved my legs for nothing. hope ur happy. You [11:44 PM]: he said he liked my slides. he LIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You [11:45 PM]: sitting alone at a bar rn contemplating the meaning of life.. and if i can blow u up telepahteitcally.... YJH 👿 (Work) [11:45 PM]: *telepathically YJH 👿 (Work) [11:46 PM]: which bar. You [11:47 PM]: fucking MANSPLAINER You [11:47 PM]: don’t come near me EVEREVER

YJH 👿 (Work) requested your location.

You started sharing your location with YJH 👿 (Work).

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from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Yoon,

Your revised equipment validation timeline looks solid. I’ve flagged the dates where QRA and process requal overlap. You’ll need to talk to Ops to make sure there’s no resource conflict.

Also, thanks. For the other night.

Don’t make a thing out of it. Reluctantly yours, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp 

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Wow. A “thanks.” What is this, a truce?

Noted on the QRA overlap—I’ll sync with Ops and shift our timeline by 2-3 business days. I’ve attached a revised Gantt for your very critical review.

Also: you owe me fries.

Yours with no reluctance whatsoever, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

P.S. Don’t let your guard down. I’d hate for you to start thinking I’m nice.

P.P.S. You’re beautiful when drunk. Infuriating, but beautiful.

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

Attached: my comments on your Gantt chart (see rows 14–27). Also, your font choices are unhinged. You’re lucky you’re marginally good at your job.

Fries are contingent on you not mentioning the karaoke. Sober now, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

P.S. You’re nice when you think I’m too drunk to remember.

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule 

I’ll swap the font if it means less red pen in my inbox.

And don’t worry, I’d never mention your rendition of “Dancing Queen” in front of senior management. Or that you made me sing backup.

As for being nice: I was just making sure you didn’t fall asleep in a nacho basket. Again.

Drunk on you, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

P.S. I remember everything you said. Even the parts you don’t.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Attached: updated protocol outline and projected data submission window. Added notes re: temperature excursions flagged by the lab.

Unrelated, but I saw your latest post. Interesting how you managed to frame the lighting just right on that cafe table. Almost as if someone you work with took the photo.

Also, bold choice uploading a cropped version of that one picture of me holding five tote bags. Very “soft launch,” very subtle.

Launched like a rocket ship, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

This isn’t the time.

The humidity chamber failed mid-run and half of the accelerated aging samples are compromised. I’ll need to retest from baseline and revalidate the controls. Not sure yet if it pushes our submission, but I’m flagging it with QA.

I suggest you review section 6.2 of the protocol instead of obsessing over my Instagram.

L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Didn’t mean to distract. I hadn’t seen the alert yet. Engineering just looped me in on the chamber issue. I’ll prioritize sourcing backup samples and contact Tech Ops to check chamber calibration across all zones.

You’ll have data. We’ll make it work.

(But if you were soft-launching me, I looked great.)

Trying too hard, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

Yoon,

Appreciated. Sorry I snapped.

I just really didn’t want this run to go sideways. I know it’s not your fault—but I’ve been fielding calls since 7:00 a.m. and I’m a little fried.

Yours and then some, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

P.S. You looked ridiculous, but sure. Let the internet wonder.

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

You can yell at me any time. Preferably not before coffee, but I’ll survive.

QA says they’ll expedite sample disposal so we can start the new batch by end of week. I sent you a revised Gantt. And a snack. Don’t fight me on it.

Yours in whatever way you’ll have me, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

P.S. Internet speculation is already intense. I’ve received two DMs inquiring if I’m truly off the market. Is this your twisted little way of staking claim?

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline 

The snack was suspiciously well-timed. You’re lucky I like sesame.

Re: QA—I’ll update the submission calendar and notify Regulatory we’re adjusting the stability window.

And tell your fans I’m flattered, but my standards are higher than “guy who argues about font weight in shared spreadsheets.”

Yours for some reason (When did I succumb to this?), L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

For the record, I wasn’t arguing. I was advocating for consistent formatting.

Also: I’m sorry. For earlier. I should’ve checked the system alerts before joking around. You always catch things first, and I forget what it’s like to be under that kind of pressure all the time.

Let me know what else you need. I mean it.

Yours for equally no reason (I bookmarked the first time you signed off with ‘yours’, btw), Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

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from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Apologies for the Timestamp 

Yoon,

I realize this is past hours. I won’t pretend it’s an emergency—it’s just the draft for the stability test realignment we discussed. I needed to get it out of my head or I wouldn’t sleep. It can wait until morning. I just didn’t want to forget.

Sorry. Again. Sleep well, or party well, or whatever it is you’re doing tonight.

Terribly sorry, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp 

Got your email—yes, timestamp noted.

I’m out. Drinking. Loud music, terrible lighting, questionable tequila. I’ll look at the draft during actual work hours. I promise.

Also, you do know that you’re allowed to exist outside work. Don’t apologize for thinking too hard. That’s half your brand.

Buzzing like a drunk bumblebee, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Enjoy your night out. Try not to bully the DJ. May your drinks be overpriced and your lighting flattering.

And hey—hope you pull. You deserve someone mildly tolerable for a few hours.

Cheers, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp 

The drinks are terrible. The lighting is flattering. I’ve technically pulled, but she’s more interested in the bartender now, which is fine because—

I miss you. You, and your midnight overthinking, and your Excel color codes, and the way you always say “don’t wait up” but still check your inbox five minutes later.

I miss you. Stupidly. Even while I’m here.

Yours at my own risk, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Pray tell why you're getting drunk and you're "pulling" what I can assume to be ABGs whose names you won't even know in the morning, and yet you're still in the club, emailing me? Missing my drunken emails?

Why? Are the girls of Wall Street not enough for you?

Totally not jealous, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can answer this so simply, it won’t even be fun.

The girls of Wall Street will never be you.

No one will ever be you.

I'm not enjoying my night as much as I should because you're not here. I'm in the club, drunk AND emailing you. That should tell you everything.

Come out with me next time. Wreck my plans. Ruin the music. Steal my coat.

I may be playing with fire, but to hell with it.

Burning myself, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp 

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can feel you overthinking all the way from here. You’re probably thinking that I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and regret all of this. That I will be unable to face you at work come Monday, when I am no longer drunk out of my mind and thinking you are the most brilliant, most gorgeous, most infuriating person alive. 

You will be right. Thankfully, though, these are—what do the kids call it? ‘Receipts’. You will have a paper trail. These emails will be between you, me, and that Australian guy from IT. 

He will know, and you will know, that I may have the most miniscule work crush on you. 

Jesus Christ. What am I? A high schooler? 

Let’s try that again: Love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. What I’m feeling for you isn’t love. It’s so much more than that.

Love sucks, and I need to sober up, Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Get home safe, Jeonghan.

Yours, with questions, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

You just called me Jeonghan.

Yours, with answers (maybe), Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

from: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp to: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

That’s your name, isn’t it?

Stop e-mailing me while you’re at the club.

Fine. Yours, L/N Y/N she/her ln.yn@svt.corp

P.S.: I may have the most miniscule work crush on you, too.

from: Yoon Jeonghan yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp to: L/N Y/N ln.yn@svt.corp Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

i am  goi n    to die

Yoon Jeonghan he/him yoon.jeonghan@svt.corp

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♡ pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader ♡ word count: approx 4k ♡ genre: smut, tiny bit of fluff at the end ♡ includes: dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, jeonghan is possessive af, slight bdsm themes (being tied), mentions of choking, corruption kink, praise + degradation ♡ warnings: mention of alcohol/drinking at the beginning ♡ a/n: damn I hope u guys like this it's been a WHILE since I put anything out! huge thanks to @lovetaroandtaemin, @mylovesstuffs, and @supi-wupi for beta-ing this for me! i appreciate u guys!

The click of the penthouse door behind you was quiet, but the silence that followed was thunderous.

Your heart beats too loudly in your chest, your heels echoing faintly on the polished floor as you step inside. The lights were dim, just enough to see the burnished gold fixtures, the curve of the leather couch. The silhouette of him.

Jeonghan.

He stood by the window, framed in city light—dark slacks, shirt sleeves rolled just below the elbow, a tumbler in one hand. The skyline glittered behind him, but he barely seemed to notice it. His attention, as always, was entirely focused on you.

“You’re late.”

Not a question. Not angry. Just… a fact. It cut through the air like the crack of a whip and sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught. “I-”

“No excuses.”

Your lips pressed shut. He hadn’t raised his voice; he didn’t need to. You felt small in the best possible way, stripped of any possible control before he even touched you. He didn’t have to shout. All it took was a glance, a single word, to make your knees twitch with the need to bend.

Jeonghan turned to face you, finally. The glass he had been holding met the bar top with a quiet clink. His eyes dragged over you, slow and unashamed. How typical of him. 

“Shoes off.”

You obeyed instantly. The moment your bare feet touched the soft rug, you felt grounded and exposed all at once. Your pulse skipped as he crossed the room, his steps lazy but deliberate.

“Hands behind your back.”

You clasped them there, feeling your breath go shallow.

“On your knees.”

You sank immediately, your knees cushioned by the rug, your back straight. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of jazz in the background, something low and sultry, like him.

He moved closer. The scent of his cologne was warm, heady, and woodsy, with a sharp bite beneath—sin dressed in silk.

Jeonghan knelt before you, one hand lifting to cup your chin. His thumb brushed your lower lip, and you instinctively opened your mouth. But he only smiled, his gaze dark.

“Good girl.”

Two words. That’s all it took. Your thighs clenched without permission.

“You know what I like,” he said, thumb still resting lightly on your lip. “Obedience. Stillness. Eyes on me.”

You nodded slowly. He hadn’t told you to speak, and you wouldn’t dare now. His approval was a drug, and you’d do anything to earn more of it.

Jeonghan reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of deep red silk, folded neatly. You felt your breath catch.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured. “How you looked yesterday in that tight little skirt. How you smirked when you walked away, like you wanted me to lose my patience.”

He stepped behind you, slow and controlled, and you felt the brush of silk against your wrists. He looped it around your wrists carefully, and tied it tight so as to not be painful, but just snug enough to make your pulse jump.

“And now,” he said in your ear, his voice like smoke, “I think it’s time you lost yours.”

You shivered, hands bound neatly behind your back, your breathing shallow. You couldn’t touch him, steady yourself, or stop what was coming. Not that you wanted to.

He walked in front of you again and took his time undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Not all the way, but just enough to show off the smooth skin of his chest, the hint of a vein running down his neck. The sight made your mouth go dry.

He sat back on the leather couch, legs spread, elbows on his thighs. Watching you.

“Well?” he asked, lifting a brow. “Come here.”

You shuffled forward on your knees, awkward with your arms behind you, but eager. His gaze flickered down your body; hungry, possessive.

When you reached him, he leaned forward, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to look up.

“You’re so easy to ruin,” he whispered. “I just have to say one word, and you fall apart.”

His other hand moved to his belt, slow and purposeful, the metallic sound of the buckle unfastening sending a fresh wave of heat to your core.

You licked your lips without thinking. His grip in your hair tightened just slightly; not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

“You don’t touch,” he murmured. “You don’t move. You take everything I give you.”

You nodded, trembling under his gaze, your bound hands twitching behind your back.

He released himself from his pants, thick and already hard, the head flushed and glistening. Your mouth watered.

“You want this,” he said—again, not a question.

“Of course I do,” you breathed.

His fingers slid down your cheek, thumb resting against your lower lip again.

“Then show me.”

His voice was low, almost a rumble, the words leaving his lips like a promise. His thumb slid across your bottom lip, teasing, before he gently pushed it inside, pressing it against your tongue. You instinctively sucked it, just a little, and heard him groan low in his throat.

"Good," he murmured, his hand sliding down to tug at your hair, pulling you closer. "That's it. You’ll do exactly what I say."

You shivered as your body betrayed you. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, hungry, patient. He wasn’t rushing. He wanted this to last. And as much as you felt like you were losing control, you couldn’t deny how much you craved it—this surrender, this submission.

He pulled back, eyes darkening as he scanned your bound wrists. He took the silk away quickly, releasing your hands briefly and, without any warning, wrapped it around your neck. Not tight enough to choke, but enough to make you aware of the pressure. Enough to make your heartbeat race.

"Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice steady and controlled.

You obeyed, your gaze locked on his, watching as he slowly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing more of his chest, the soft light casting shadows across his body. Every inch of him was perfect; muscle and skin, toned but not too much. Just enough to make your mouth water, to make your thoughts scatter mindlessly until he was the only thought in your mind.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead before lifting his gaze to yours again. He smiled—small, knowing, making your breath hitch. He removed the silk from around your neck, only to retie your hands behind your back again.

“Are you ready?” he asked, but it wasn’t a question.

You nodded, your body tingling with anticipation.

His hand moved to your neck, fingers wrapping around gently but firmly, guiding you closer. The tension between you grew, thick and charged, as he placed a kiss on your forehead, a soft contrast to the hard edge of his grip.

"Don't move. Don't make a sound until I say," he said, his voice now more than just an instruction—it was a command.

You felt a rush of heat pool in your core, your body was desperate for release, but you knew better than to break his rules.

He stood, towering over you, and you felt his presence like a storm ready to break. He reached for his belt again, this time more deliberate, more confident. You could hear the sharp sound of leather against metal as he loosened it, the slow rasp of it filling the space between your ears.

His voice came again, low and commanding. “Look at me. Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me, or there will be consequences.”

Your entire body trembled with the weight of his words. The silk around your wrists was the only thing holding you together, the pressure making you feel both confined and helpless. And you loved it. You loved the way he controlled every single movement and every breath you took.

He removed his pants in one fluid motion, stepping out of them and standing before you, fully exposed. Your gaze dropped to him, as much as you tried to keep control of it. His skin was smooth, his muscles defined in all the right places, and the way he stood—self-assured, commanding—only heightened your need.

"Look at me," he repeated, his voice a low growl.

You forced your gaze back to his eyes, the fire burning in them making you dizzy. The weight of his attention was almost unbearable, and yet you couldn’t look away. You didn’t want to.

With one swift motion, Jeonghan closed the distance between you again, his hand gripping your chin and forcing your head back slightly. You could feel his breath against your lips, his presence all around you, filling your senses.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice laced with a darkness that made your chest tighten. He pulled yet another piece of silk out from his pants pocket, and tied it the same way he had previously; just enough to have your pulses quicken.

“I want this,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, Jeonghan.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your lips once more.

His hands moved again, pulling the silk tight around your neck for just a moment longer. You gasped, your pulse racing, before he released it. The air hit you sharply, and you realized just how much you needed him.

Jeonghan moved behind you, his hands settling on your shoulders. The sensation of his touch was like fire on your skin, leaving trails of heat wherever he placed his hands. He was so close, his body practically brushing against you, and the tension in the room made it impossible to focus on anything but him.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said softly, but the weight of his words felt like a claim. “And you will do exactly what I say.”

He stepped back just enough to give himself room, his hand grazing your back as he moved. The silk around your wrists was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. The way he held you, controlled you, had your body aching for more.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

You obeyed instantly, shifting into position, your body trembling in anticipation. You could feel the heat between your legs, the need to be touched growing unbearable. But you didn’t dare move without permission.

Jeonghan’s voice dropped lower, a command more so than a suggestion. “Now show me just how much you want this. Show me how you can take it like the good girl you are.”

You felt the weight of his gaze on your back, the anticipation thick in the air. The muscles in your legs were tensed, your body hovering on the edge of the abyss, desperate to follow his every command.

Jeonghan didn’t rush, though. He was taking his time, letting the tension build as he circled behind you. You could hear the soft shuffle of his footsteps, feel the warmth of his breath as he drew closer. His hands eventually landed on your hips, gripping them tightly enough to leave a mark, but not enough to hurt. He tilted his head, admiring the way you looked on all fours, bound and vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured. “So willing. So eager to please.”

You shivered at the praise, your body reacting against your will. You didn’t want to admit how much you craved the control he held over you, how much you needed to hear him tell you what to do.

The sound of his breath quickened slightly, and you felt the heat of his body shift behind you. His fingers brushed over your skin lightly, making you jump. The teasing sensation only made you more desperate, more needy. You wanted him to touch you, to claim you fully, but you stayed still, waiting for his next command.

Jeonghan’s hands moved to your waist, gently tracing your skin as if he was memorizing every curve, every inch. His touch was possessive, but it sent a shiver of excitement through you. You knew that if you moved even an inch, he would punish you—wouldn’t let you get what you so desperately wanted. His control over you was absolute.

He leaned over your back, his chest brushing against your spine, his lips just grazing your ear. “Do you know what I want from you right now?” he whispered, his voice a dark promise.

You nodded, unable to speak, your mouth suddenly too dry to form words. His hands were everywhere—on your skin, your hair, your body—claiming you, marking you as his. You could feel the power in him, the way he molded you to his will with nothing more than his touch.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, commanding.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, the words slipping out of you without thought. “I’ll do anything and everything for you.”

Jeonghan chuckled softly, a sound full of approval that had your thighs clenching together. He stood back for a moment, admiring you again. His hands ran down your back, fingers brushing over your spine, and then he bent low to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction.

You could feel his body shift behind you, and then you heard the rustle of the carpet beneath his feet as he positioned himself. Your breath caught as you felt the heat of his body pressing closer, his hands moving to your hips once more, pulling you back toward him.

Slowly, deliberately, he guided you to your hands and knees, his grip firm and insistent. The pressure of his body against yours sent waves of heat crashing through you. You were drowning in the sensations, your body alive with the electricity of his touch.

“I hope you’re ready, my sweet little slut,” Jeonghan said, his voice steady, almost casual—but there was something dangerous in his tone that made your heart race. “You’re going to take all of me like the good girl I know you are.”

His words sent a jolt of desire straight to your core. You didn’t need any more prompting. You were ready. Ready for whatever he had planned.

His hands shifted lower, tracing the curve of your hips, before finally settling on your thighs. The heat of his touch spread through you as he positioned you just how he wanted you. You knew the moment you were vulnerable to him, your body positioned for his pleasure.

You could hear the rustle of his breath, the sound of his movements, and then you felt the weight of him pressing against you, the sensation sharp and intense.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and you felt the heat of his body against yours. There was no space between you now, no distance. He was inside your mind, inside your body, taking control in every way possible.

“Stay still,” he commanded again, his voice firm, unwavering. “Do not move.”

You held your breath, your body trembling with anticipation. The need to move, to react, was almost overwhelming. But you stayed still, just as he had ordered.

Jeonghan’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer, and then you felt him—a slow, deliberate push, the thickness of him stretching you as he slid into you. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but it felt perfect in the way only he could.

You gasped, your body arching instinctively, trying to adjust to the sensation of him inside you. The tension in your body was unbearable, the need to move was stronger than ever, but you didn’t. 

His grip on your hips tightened further as he began to move, his strokes slow but deliberate. Each thrust was deep, filling you, driving you to the edge of madness. You felt every inch of him, each thrust deliberate and controlled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice full of approval. “Taking it so well.”

You couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped your lips, the pleasure becoming too much to contain. Your body was on fire, every nerve alive, every part of you desperate for more.

Jeonghan’s pace increased slightly, his hands now gripping your shoulders as he pushed deeper into you. The rhythm was steady, controlled, but there was a desperation to it now—a hunger that was now beginning to mirror your own.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, the word slipping from your lips without thought. “I want more, Jeonghan. Please.”

The sound of his name on your lips seemed to spur him on even more. His movements became more urgent, more forceful, as he took you, claiming you in the way only he could. You could feel his cum fill you up, seeping from your soaking cunt as he pulled out with a sharp breath. Your body collapsed onto the floor, as Jeonghan stood and made his way to the bathroom to get you a towel to clean yourself up.

The air between you and Jeonghan seemed to hum with an intensity that made every breath feel too loud. His hands rested on your shoulders, warm and steady, grounding you as you absorbed the weight of his gaze. There was something deeper than mere desire in the way he looked at you—something primal that made your pulse quicken.

Jeonghan took a step closer, his chest brushing against your back. His presence was overwhelming, and yet, there was a gentleness in his touch that contrasted with the power he exuded. You could feel his warmth, the way his body seemed to fill the space around you.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with approval. He slid his hand down your arm, his fingers trailing over your skin like a whisper. “But I want you to understand something more than just this…”

The words were soft, but they carried a weight that made your heart race. His lips brushed against your ear as he continued, voice dark and commanding. “This isn’t just about what we do in these moments, or how you make me feel. It’s about the way you give yourself to me. Trust. Control. The way you let me control you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your breath hitched as his lips pressed just above your collarbone, soft yet firm. Every touch seemed to spark something inside you, igniting a fire you couldn’t extinguish.

He pulled back slightly, but only enough to look you in the eyes, his fingers lingering on your jawline. “You trust me, don’t you?” The question wasn’t an invitation to answer, but a challenge, a test of everything you had surrendered to him.

You swallowed hard, your body aching to respond with something more than just words. The intensity of the moment pushed you to the edge, your emotions tangled with the raw desire that flowed between you.

“I do,” you finally whispered, your voice thick with the weight of everything that had been building between you. “I trust you.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Good,” he said, his fingers tightening slightly—not painfully, but enough to remind you who was in control. “Because I’m going to take you—slowly—every inch of you. You’ve earned this.”

His hands moved then, a perfect blend of discipline and restraint as they slid to your waist. The tension in the room was unbearable, thickening the air, but Jeonghan moved with careful precision. You could feel his heat behind you as he guided your body in the direction he wanted. Every movement was deliberate, every touch, a reminder of how much he knew you—how well he could make you bend to his will.

“I want you to remember this moment,” he murmured, his lips just grazing your neck, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You’re mine now. And you’ll take everything I give you.”

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you back toward him with an intensity that made you gasp. You were caught between the heat of his touch and the unrelenting force of his presence. Every inch of your body was alive with anticipation, the air thick with the promise of more.

“I need you to understand something, though,” he continued, his voice dark, full of intent. “You’re not allowed to move unless I tell you. You’re going to feel everything I give you, and you’ll take it without hesitation.”

The way he spoke was like a command, and yet, the control he held over you was somehow freeing. It was the type of surrender that made you ache for more, made your body burn with the need to obey him.

You nodded, unable to form words, your body trembling with the desire to be touched, to be held, to be claimed completely.

Jeonghan’s hands slid over your back, firm and possessive, before his fingertips brushed the curve of your spine. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was deep, hungry, and full of everything unsaid between you. The world around you seemed to disappear in that kiss, leaving nothing but the fire that burned between the two of you.

“Let me lead you,” he whispered against your lips, his voice rough, almost desperate in its intensity. “Trust me.”

With one final gentle push, Jeonghan led you back to the couch, the place where it all began. He guided you with careful precision, his hands never leaving your body, always in control. But even in his dominance, there was a tenderness that made everything feel just right—like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

His lips were at your ear again, his voice low and commanding. “Tonight is mine, and you’re going to give me everything. All your trust and all of your desire. Everything.”

And as his lips brushed the soft skin of your neck, you realized just how far you were willing to go for him—just how much you were ready to surrender to the moment.

[peachesvanilla]

“Aaah!!!” You flinch away from the bed falling down onto the floor. “Fucking Jeonghan!” You groan, your back aching from the sudden fall. Thankfully the distance from the bed to the floor is small or else you could have said bye to walking for a few days.

Your menace of husband is hollering of laughter, you raise yourself on your elbows watching him throw his head back laughing. Your anger boils down, warmth pricking your chest seeing him happy.

You throw your precious pillow onto his face. His melodic laughter fills the bedroom. It’s not fair how he can get away from his pranks just with his laugh and how you want to listen to him again and again even at the expense of yourself.

“I hate cold feet.” You stand up, twisting your waist side to side to check whether everything is alright. “Your feet are freezing cold.” You throw another pillow at him, “I swear to god if you come near me, I’ll kill you.”

He wipes the tears off the corner of his eyes nodding. “It was fun.” He shrugs his shoulders saying whatever. He lays down on the bed, resting his head on his arm watching you. He pats on the empty space beside him. You narrow your eyes at him, jutting your lower lip out following his instruction.

“I hate you,” you mumble.

He pulls you in his arms, draping the comforter over you both. He adjusts your hair to one side making sure not to put pressure on your hair strands. He loops his arm around your waist, his nose pressing into the back of your neck, his front pressing to your back. Warmth spreads all over you replacing the earlier coldness except for your feet.

Just like Jeonghan, your feet freezes during the night despite covering yourself with a heap of blankets. His cold feet press into the back of your leg causing you to jerk again. But this time his hold on you is firm, coddling you into him.

“I know they are cold,” his feet press onto yours rubbing smoothly. “But give it time.” He presses a kiss on the back of your head, hand slipping beneath your shirt brushing at your back. “Did you get hurt?”

“No..,” your insides burst with butterflies at his love. The slow rub of his feet to his whisperings of care in your ear. A sigh escapes your lips when his hand slides up your bare stomach, brushing the underside of your bra.

He traces the edge to the back, unclipping it. “Good night, baby.”

[sleeping-sirens]

angels like you 𐙚₊˚ yoon jeonghan

pairing : blond jeonghan x f reader.

genre : dad au, established relationship, very fluffy and domestic, jeonghan and y/n are just so sweet :(

note : this is based off of a dream i had a couple of days ago:( the jeonghan brainrot is real you guys 😔 also this is dedicated to @twilghtkoo <3 the jeonghan drabble you dedicated to me a year ago has never left my mind 🤚🏻🥹

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the softest coos filled up the room. your heart felt at ease and you didn’t have any worries weighing on your shoulders. you felt free, complete. there was nothing better than this.

the slightly open curtains casted a heavenly hue on your little daughter that you were cradling in your arms, very close to your chest. each time you stroked her cheek, she broke into the most adorable toothless smile with her eyes closed and that only could make your heart burst into crumbs.

“she feels so cozy,” you hummed to yourself. she was showered, changed, fed and rocked in your arms since this morning. now it was time for her second bottle of the morning which you had sat on the night table beside her crib.

you carefully tucked her in her baby pink sheets (courtesy of jeonghan who decided on getting her everything pink). she’d never looked more peaceful, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. she was now at the age where she could hold her bottle by herself so once your hand placed the bottle of milk on her lips, she instinctively latched onto it with both her hands.

leaving the door of her nursery open, you made your way to the kitchen to do the final touches on the breakfast you’ve made. you prepared the plates and cutlery, decorated the pancakes with strawberries and some whipped cream and dripped some coffee before heading to your room.

jeonghan was peacefully sleeping. you took a moment to just look at him —a few steps away from the bed— snuggling up to the sheets, body curled up into a fetus position. soft facial features took your breath away. long eyelashes draped over the upper of his cheeks like little feathers, nose so boop-able and lips pretty swollen and so kissable.

your feet gently padded their way closer to the bed where you gingerly lied beside him, nuzzling yourself under his face and into his neck. he felt warm, so warm that you couldn’t help the hum escaping your chest.

jeonghan quickly realized what was going on, swiftly wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer to his embrace. “mmh, this feels nice,” he murmured groggily, sleep still laced with his voice like an ivy plant.

you filled your lungs with his intoxicating smell; musk, laundry detergent, baby cologne, wood and just him and his natural body smell that you grew familiar with over the span of the years.

you couldn’t get over him.

“did you have a good night sleep?” you asked, still pressed against his chest, your arms wrapped around him like a baby koala.

“mmh,” he softly answered, pressing kisses on top of your head.

after what felt like eternity, you pulled away from his skin and gazed at his face. you almost choked on your breath at his beauty that you never seemed to get used to. his eyes were still closed but a soft smile painted his features.

“like father, like daughter,” you thought to yourself. these two were going to be the death of you.

your heart swelled in your ribcage at the sight of him and you couldn’t help yourself from stroking all over his face with your thumb. forehead, eyelids, nose bridge, cupid’s bow, lower lip and chin. you traced all his features in hopes of them sticking to your memory forever and ever.

“so this is how angels look like, hm?” you mindlessly asked, for no one in specific to answer. you were dazed, enchanted by him.

jeonghan bursted into the cutest laugh, small and straight teeth making an appearance behind his lips and you just stared at him in a daze. you had a nearly one year old daughter and you were still so love-stricken by him, it was actually unbelievable.

“haven’t we already established that, sweetheart?” he chuckled as he caressed your hair, peering at your glossy eyes that were fixing him from the position of you resting your chin on top of his chest.

“i just…still can’t believe that i get to spend the rest of my life with an angel-looking human,” you laughed, finally getting to boop his nose.

“y/n we have a daughter together, i think it’s time for you to get over yourself and start getting used to the fact that you’re married to an actual angel,” his slender fingers slid from your hair to land on your cheek, delivering sweet touches to the outline of your jawline, before stopping at your chin.

“you’ve got it all messed up,” you shook your head. he tilted his head in confusion as to why you would have such thing to say. “for all i know, you’re a devil with angel-like beauty, my love.” you looked at him fondly.

“hm?” he feigned innocence as he lifted your chin with one finger, enchantingly pulling you closer to his face. “but admit it,” he spoke lowly, his lips tingling on yours. “you do like my devil side better, sweetheart.” he smiled.

you swallowed thickly. “do you?” he asked, hands slithering around your waist to hold you in place upon noticing you struggling to keep your weight above him. oh he was so sly, you melted.

“i’ll grant you the benefit of the doubt on this one.” you looked down at him like he was a porcelain statue, so careful not to ruin. you actually liked both his sides equally but you knew that if you let him know, he would corrupt you and convince you that his devilish side was better. that meant more pranks, more teasing and less soft side jeonghan (mostly in bed) so no, you were not allowing him that.

“i have an entire lifetime to find out.” he said, finally dropping your body on his and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. it was soft and inviting, luring you into him like there was no other option. hands placed on both side of your face as he guided you through the greedy pushes of his plump lips, sultry sounds threatening to fill the room.

you breathlessly pulled away from him, watching his lips hovering in the air to chase yours. he just giggled softly at you, eyes hazy with sleep and drunk on kissing before licking his lips and pressing them together.

“where’s little pumpkin?” he asked after you adjusted yourself beside him on the bed. you were both on your backs, breaths slowly calming down, both your hands interlaced on his abdomen.

“sleeping.”

“still?”

“she’s taking her first nap of the day.” you turned to him. he looked confused.

“already? wait- what time is it?”

“9:45-ish am.”

“oh my, i overslept. why didn’t you wake me up so i could help you change and feed her?” he faced you now, blond strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

you pealed them away from his face and behind his ears. “you looked so peaceful sleeping so i didn’t wanna disturb you. i know you’ve been working hard for us, plus it’s a sunday so you deserved the extra hours of sleep.”

“i don’t deserve you,” jeonghan expressed with gratitude, soft gaze falling upon your face and you could fall in love with him all over again.

“you deserve all the love and care my love.” after a gentle peck on his lips, you pulled away and said, “freshen up and let’s go eat, breakfast is ready.”

jeonghan leaned down to pepper your face with kisses, “you’re so good to me,” he said in between each one. “i love you so much.”

“i love you even more. you’re the best husband and father to my daughter i could ever ask for. happy father’s day, my love.”

his eyes welled up with tears and his body melted into you. “you’re gonna make me cry sweetheart.” he pulled you into his arms and you secured yours around his body, engulfing each other into a sweet hug.

on another note, you loved his angel side more.

oops idk how many words is this because i kinda got carried away. up until “so this is how angels look like” was all inspired by my dream (YES I DID SAY THOSE WORDS EXACTLY LIKE THIS IN MY DREAM and english is not even my first nor my second language lol) the rest was just jeonghan brainrot taking the lead. also this is my first time writing for a svt member and it just had to be my lovely jeonghan so hope you enjoyed <33

[hanniescookie]

🪐 seven - yjh

—⁠☆ and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on...

pairing - seven year old jeonghan x seven year old f!reader

genre/warnings - non idol au, set in 1950s-60s (but you can imagine it in any timeline) childhood friendship, childhood friends to strangers to possible something, two immature kids with hearts full of life, childhood trauma, themes of abusive/neglectful parents, crying, healing, escapism, open ending, inspired heavily by taylor swift's 'seven' off of her mind-blowing album folklore

wc - 1K

A/N - i conquered (not really) finals and this had been cooking in my head while my study playlist was playing so i couldn't wait to pen it down and put it out!!! it's probably one of my favourite works of myself so i hope anyone who reads it can also appreciate this as much as i do! i'll love anyone who loves this to the moon and saturn 🪐

You walk into the familiar garden from your childhood, trees now cut short and grass grown long. The wind blows your hair, and the sun feels like a warm hug to your skin. Your heart drums against your chest, filling with memories that you had once lived at this very place.

Painful and hopeful memories.

The enclosed closet made it hard for you to breathe. Yet, at the same time, it was the safest place you could find in your little wooden house.

Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself closer to try and not tremble. All you could hear was incessant yelling of your father, going on and on about something you hardly even understood. You could taste old wood and the faint dust motes dancing in the ray of light filtering from under the door.

Your small world had shrunk to the space between your drawn-up knees and the rough, splintered wall of your closet.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to press yourself into nothingness, to become as silent and invisible as the specks of dust in the air.

You tried to take deep breaths, tried to just focus on the rough fabric of your frock under your fingertips. But the more you heard your father's rough voice, the more your heart hammered.

Suddenly, you heard a soft creak from the hinges of the closet, and the latch was lifted. The sliver of light under the door broadened, and the darkness began to lessen.

You held in your breath, prepared to meet the eyes of whoever stepped into your unsafe haven. But as you looked up from where you sat, your quickening heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm. Like you were at peace.

Jeonghan stood right in front of you, holding the door open. You could see his lips curled in their usual pout, except it was a little more prominent that day.

“You're hiding again,” he said—not as a question, but as a statement. As a fact. You bit your lip, craning your neck to try and focus on the voice of your father. It had dimmed to nothing, just the sound of heavy breaths of your mother as she probably tried to clean up broken shards of glass.

“Y/N?” Jeonghan's small voice called out, catching your attention. You looked at him, your eyes widening in question. “Hmm?”

“Do you want to play outside?”

You didn't need to be convinced for your little ritual. It was always like that—whenever you hid in your closet and cried, Jeonghan always crawled in through your window and found you. No matter how shaken your heart was, he always patched it up without even doing anything.

You sat on the wooden swing in the garden outside your house as Jeonghan grasped the ropes, giving you a gentle push.

“Higher!” You complained, giggling at the way the wind swished at your bare feet. Jeonghan pushed a little harder, laughing alongside you. “You're going up in the sky!”

“If I fall, you're going to have to save me, hannie.” You said, letting your feet swing against the air. Jeonghan clicked his tongue. “I'll fall with you, dummy.”

You giggled, craning your neck to look at him for a second. He was smiling too. You loved that—you and your best friend playing in the garden with no worries of the world that you left inside.

“I like this,” you said, and Jeonghan's push turned gentler, slowing you down without meaning to. “What?”

“Playing with you,” you said with a smile, holding the ropes tighter to steady yourself. “I love it so much. I don't want to cry. I just want to play with you.”

Jeonghan's confused eyes softened at your words, watching you shift to look back at him. He tried to think of something as a response, but his mind felt clogged. He could only think about how he wanted the same thing—playing with you and watching you smile.

“I think,” he managed to say after picking something up in his head. “I think you should live at my house.”

Your eyes widened, your little brain actually seeing the vision. “Your house?”

“Yes. We can— we can live together. I'll give you my bed. My mom is very nice, she will cook us food and…”

“And if she becomes bad someday, then we will run away.”

You blinked slowly at him, processing his idea. Then your eyes lit up, as you hopped off the swing and held his hands. “Yes! Will you do that with me?”

“Of course!” He grinned, flashing his perfect set of teeth that you envied. “We can even work and earn money for one loaf of bread. How hard can it be?”

You giggle, nodding along with him. “I heard that pirates are really rich! We could—”

As if Jeonghan got over enthusiastic, he interrupted you, jumping up in excitement. “I always wanted to be on a ship!”

“Perfect!” You added, “Should I pack my clothes?”

That gave Jeonghan a pause, and he looked aside, thinking for a while. “Yes. I think that you should pack some sweaters, and some summer clothes. We might find any kind of season, right?”

You nodded, looking away and mentally counting which clothes you could pack. Jeonghan looked at you quietly, before he stood in front of you, his face hopeful. “If we run away, will you not cry anymore?”

Your heart raced, and you smiled instantly, flashing your broken tooth that Jeonghan always laughed at. “I can never cry with you, hannie!”

No, you never ran away with Jeonghan. You never became pirates, and never slept on his bed. You cannot remember Jeonghan's face—how he looked, how his voice sounded, or how he walked. But you still hold him in your heart as a quiet peace you'd find in your unsafe childhood. That is still the love you'll likely sing about to your grandchildren.

You take a deep breath, smiling when your eyes land on a young man crouched in the middle of the grass. He looks like he's plucking on something, and his hair is a bright blonde, and he's beautiful.

You feel your heart thrumming like your seven year old self.

[imloyaltoscoups]

"Babe, if I became a rock, will you let me live with Doljjong?" Jeonghan asks with a straight face, as if this is a perfectly reasonable query. You take a deep breath, contemplating whether it's even worth dignifying his question with a response. "And if I became a pebble, would you let me be friends with Doljjong's cousins?" he continued. At this point, you can't help but feel annoyed. Without another word, you tear off a piece of your bread and shove it into his mouth, hoping that the act of chewing will at least temporarily silence his relentless questioning.

[coupsalchemy]

genre: fluff, boyfriend! Jeonghan, university au

Warnings: none

You glare at your laptop screen, stuck between holding yourself from slamming it to the wall or magically will the results of your assignment. But none of it happens leaving you frustrated.

Entire day has been an event after an event, waking up late, missing the bus and losing an impromptu quiz due to your tardiness. Now stuck with an assignment due tonight. You know life isn’t fair, and it’s your fault to expect some kindness from the universe.

The library is filled with students typing away on their laptops, concentrated frowns on their faces. Couples are everywhere, boys casually resting their arm over their girl’s chair watching her do work. Suddenly you miss your man. It was hard to leave the bed with him holding on to you as if you are his lifeline. His cuddles, warmth from his neck where you nuzzled yourself in and his kisses keeps you in the bed, basking in his love.

You check the time and realise he must be done with his classes. You pull up his chat and type away a message when the chair next to you is pulled. Jeonghan plops on the chair, leaving his bag on the floor next to yours. He shakes his head once, trying to get his long hair in order, running his fingertips across it to flatten the strands.

He scoots closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours, and his hand comes down resting on your lap. He peers over your screen reading the text you just sent him. A low chuckle escape his lips, leaning in kissing your cheek. His lips linger a second longer, and before parting he kisses behind your ear, on the hair strands covering your face.

“I didn’t know you were building a bird nest.” Jeonghan teases, his fingers playing with your unruly hair, tugging slightly. “Look, a bird is trying to fly in, found her home maybe.”

You pinch his thigh, not even getting a wince from your attempt of violence. His fingers work relentlessly to tone down your wild (not as wild as he makes it) hair.

You turn to him, causing his hand to fall from your hair to your lap. “I didn’t bring a hair tie.” Your lower lip juts out, as you recount the happenings of your day to him. He listens to your rambling, a frown on his face, and his eyes locked somewhere on your neck.

“Hanie.” You whine, “listen to me.”

He smiles, biting on your lower lip before his hand finds your hair again. He gently pulls the hair stuck in your shirt with a sigh. “Turn around.” He taps on your hip with other hand. “One semester we don’t have classes together and I trusted your ability to survive but here I am.”

Your heart warms as he pulls his hoodie sleeve up, and your hair tie is on his wrist. He drags the tie off his hand, and nudges your waist again. You turn around, obliging him, he pulls your hair into a ponytail, and gently ties it with the hair tie.

He kisses your bare neck, “no more missing buses and running around like a mad woman.”

You grin at him, happiness blooming inside you at his warmth and care. He just knows what you need.

Jeonghan’s heart melts seeing your cheeky smile, and the happy beat in you. He shakes his head fondly, a smile escaping him too. God, he is a sucker for you.

[holdinbacksecrets]

all caps. yoon jeonghan

you’re cautiously falling in love

“we have to be careful.”

“careful?” he leans back to rest against the brick wall and brings the beer bottle to his lips.

“mhmm, with a capital C.”

jeonghan smiles against the rim, taken by you. “tell me more about this particular kind of careful.”

you motion between the two of you with wide eyes as if saying the words is off limits, as if the reality you’ll slip into once they’re out in the open is still a little bit too much to grasp.

“you’ve got to give me more than that.” he says it like he doesn’t already know what you’re alluding to, like you’re not the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep, like he doesn’t have to hold himself back from dialing your number in the morning. the shift is so obvious, and it has been for weeks now.

you chew your bottom lip, feeling condensation from the water bottle in your hands all over your palm, mixing with anxiety perspiration. there’s a heat growing on your shoulders, and you fight the urge to run away, reminding yourself nothing bad will happen if you just say it.

“there’s something going on here, between us. there’s an urge i’m feeling to dive in head first and give my absolute all, butbutbut, you know? then the doubt comes in. the caution sign. a flashing reminder to be careful follows me everywhere.”

he’s looking at you with a softness in his eyes that shouldn’t be legal because anyone would think it’s love. jeonghan dares to smile too, with a shared kind of softness like the love is jumping from feature to feature, taking over his entire face until it’s glowing. glowing with a capital G.

“i’m not that scary, am i?” the sincerity in his question cools the heat on your skin, makes you take a step forward and eventually get close enough to let your head rest on his shoulder.

his hand is quick to meet your back before closing into a fist, knuckles run up and down the length of your spine. how dare it feel so divine?

you close your eyes and feel the bass of house music. you turn your head and bump your nose against his pulse. the feeling parts your lips—they could graze jeonghan’s neck so easily. it’s mere centimeters away, but isn’t there too much to say before the distance can close?

“do you want this defined before you dive in? how many answers would make you comfortable enough to let go with me?”

he’s asking you to set the pace. he’s solidifying all your hopes to be true: this is completely mutual, so you pull away to see the glow and smile something sparkly.

“would it be crazy to say i’ll make a list?”

jeonghan chuckles softly, “that’s exactly what i’d expect from you. i’ll make one too.”

“tomorrow afternoon—can we go over them then?”

his head falls to the side, taking you in, and you can’t decide what he’s looking for—what he’s seeing. instead of speaking, he nods, and smooths your hair back. “can i take you home?”

“have you drank a lot?”

“this is my first drink, only had a couple sips, but we can wait an hour or walk.”

“i’d like to walk.”

jeonghan was hoping you'd say that. behind cool and collected, he’s desperate for new memories to play over and over again in his head when the in-betweens of time together last too long.

[mangocustard16]

home is wherever you are

| synopsis: Jeonghan's back from his crazy tour. He wraps himself up in you, soaking in the warmth and forgetting the world.

| pairing: idolbf!Yoon Jeonghan x gn!reader

| genre: fluff, comfort

| warnings: touch-starved jeonghan, skinship

| w.c: 490

| a/n: this is pure fluff, requested by @thepoopdokyeomtouched ♡

Jeonghan exhaled a sigh of relief; he has never been happier to kick off his shoes at the front door after spending so much time away from home. His feet slipping into the smooth cream carpet under him brought him comfort; it was an all-too-familiar feeling. The feeling of homesickness that had previously lingered over him had evaporated into thin air.

Two months had felt like an eternity, and the ache of separation melted away at that moment. His tour had been a whirlwind of stages and fans, but now he was here, back home with you.

You rushed into his arms, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace. Jeonghan held you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. The scent of his cologne mixed with the weariness of travel, creating a unique aroma.

"I missed you so much," he whispered into your hair, his voice laced with exhaustion and relief. The weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders as he held you close.

But beneath that relief, there was something else—something you could sense in the way his fingers clung to your back.

As you pulled away, you noticed the vulnerability in his eyes. It was a look you hadn't seen before, a mix of longing and a touch of sadness. Jeonghan had always been expressive, but this was different. It was as if he craved something more than just your presence.

"Hey," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, just… missed this." He gestured between the two of you, emphasizing the closeness. "Missed you."

Understanding dawned on you. Jeonghan, the idol who was constantly in the spotlight, had missed the simple intimacy that came with being at home. The whirlwind of the tour had drained him, and now all he wanted was to feel your warmth.

You led him to the couch, and without a word, he sank into it, pulling you down beside him. The television remote lay forgotten as he settled against the cushions, his head finding a comfortable spot on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, tracing patterns as you let the silence embrace you.

Jeonghan sighed a contented sound that echoed through the room. The world outside didn't matter; all that existed was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms.

As the minutes ticked by, you felt the tension slowly leave Jeonghan's body. The touch-starved ache seemed to ease with every gentle caress, as if your presence alone was enough to heal the fatigue he carried.

"I'm home," he mumbled into your palm, his voice soft but filled with love. Home, not just in the physical sense, but in the warmth of your touch, in the comfort of your presence.

And in that quiet moment, Jeonghan knew that his home was wherever you were.

@kflixnet @k-labels

[studioeisa]

i said i wouldn’t miss you 🎤 jeonghan x reader.

“she ghosted you, jeonghan.” “she doesn’t ghost. she lingers. she haunts.” ⸻ ikaw mula noon anniversary series 🎵 halik (acoustic), kamikazee

word count: 1.3k · includes: romance, angst with a happy ending; situationship struggles, jeonghan yearns/chases, the art of groveling

Jeonghan wakes to the warmth of sunlight, not you.

It pours through the sheer curtains like a promise it doesn’t intend to keep, brushing over the tangled sheets and the still-dented pillow beside him. The morning is too quiet. No soft rustle of you in the kitchen, no off-key humming into the coffee steam. Just the low, steady ache of emptiness blooming in the space where your laughter used to be.

There’s a phantom weight on his chest, the memory of your body curled into his side, the way your leg always slid between his like it belonged there. Like you did.

But the duvet is too light now.

You always kissed him awake. Always. Sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the corner of his mouth, sometimes right on the nose if you were feeling silly. You’d lean in like a secret and whisper good morning like it meant something. 

And he’d play along, eyes still closed, basking in the softness of it. Of you. Now, there’s nothing.

Just the hollow press of silence and the aftertaste of your accusation echoing in the back of his skull. You’re only good at the start.

He remembers the way your voice broke on the word start, like you already knew this was the end. Remembers the way his fingers had curled into your wrist too tightly, how he had called you delusional, how the words were a smoke screen for the panic clawing up his throat. He remembers the way you let him kiss you anyway. The way you didn’t kiss back.

The bed groans under his weight as he finally sits up, elbows on knees, face in his hands. Your scent lingers in the linen. Sweet and stubborn. Just like you.

The next day, Jeonghan texts you.

First it’s just your name. A tentative hey. Then, an hour later: Can we talk? Followed by a double-send. Please.

You don’t reply.

He calls that night. It goes straight to voicemail. He doesn’t leave one.

He tries again the next day. And the next. Different hours, like maybe your silence has a time zone.

“Still no word?” Seungcheol asks over coffee, brows drawn tight as the foam heart in his latte.

Jeonghan shrugs, half-casual. “She probably dropped her phone in a river. Or joined a cult. You know her.”

“She ghosted you, Jeonghan.”

“She doesn’t ghost. She lingers. She haunts.” He smiles, bitter and small. “She’s probably somewhere rolling her eyes at how dramatic I’m being.”

Seungcheol exhales through his nose, like he’s trying not to say something he’s said too many times before. “You’re not chasing someone who wants to be found,” he says delicately, but Jeonghan isn’t listening. 

Later, he corners Joshua in a stairwell after rehearsal.

“Have you heard from her?”

Joshua blinks. “No. Why would I?”

“You’re nice. She liked that about you.”

“She liked a lot of things about me. Doesn’t mean she told me where she’s hiding.”

Jeonghan leans against the railing, tilts his head back like he might catch your scent on the breeze. “She kissed me before she left. Well—she let me kiss her. Not the same.”

Joshua gives him a look. Kind. Exasperated. “You always think you can charm your way out of heartbreak,” the younger man muses. “Maybe just let yourself be sad this time.”

But Jeonghan isn’t sad, not exactly. He’s something quieter. Hungrier. He scrolls through old photos and wonders how long your scent will stay on his skin. Wonders if kisses have half-lives. Wonders if he kissed you enough times to still feel full.

The days are getting longer, and they’re all missing you. Even now, he finds himself waking with his lips parted. Expectant.

And every time, it’s just the sunlight. And the ache.

After two weeks of radio silence, Jeonghan finds himself outside your apartment with a bouquet that’s too big and an apology that’s probably too late.

The flowers are your favorites. He had to ask three different florists before he found them, clutching his phone like a cheat sheet and mispronouncing the name until someone finally took pity on him. One of the stems bends under its own weight, the petals too open, too eager. Just like him—always blooming at the wrong time.

He’s been standing there for twenty minutes. Maybe more. Long enough for the streetlight to buzz into life, long enough to rehearse every variation of sorry he can stomach, long enough to remember how you used to kiss the inside of his wrist when you thought he was being brave.

He briefly contemplates doing it to himself. A press of his lips to his wrist, just enough to give him courage. 

Jeonghan is old school and drenched in cliché as he throws a pebble at your window. Then another. Then—

The curtain twitches. Your light flicks on. A beat. 

The window creaks open, and there you are, arms crossed in that way that means you’re dangerously close to slamming it shut.

“Seriously?” you ask, and even though you’re annoyed, your voice is still the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. “Rocks, Jeonghan? What century is this?”

He winces and offers the bouquet upward like a white flag. “The romantic one? The desperate one? Whichever one gets me in the door,” he calls out. But soft, what light through yonder breaks, he almost adds. It is the east. You are the sun. Or something. 

You stare down at him. Long enough to make him sweat under his hoodie. Then, sighing like this is a burden you've carried for lifetimes, you buzz him in.

He bolts.

You’re waiting by the door, robe tied like armor. Arms still crossed, expression unimpressed but eyes—he swears—just a little soft.

“I brought—”

“I see the flowers. Talk.”

He swallows hard, fidgets, then sets the bouquet on your table like it might soften what’s coming. “I know you’re tired,” he says finally. “Of the chasing. The mess. Me.”

You say nothing.

“And I know I always show up like this—arms full of promises, too late.”

Still nothing.

“I talk too pretty and follow through too little. I know that.”

You tilt your head to one side. “Keep going,” you mumble, so he does. 

He exhales, long and uneven. His voice drops, all the smugness wrung out of it. “I miss your kisses,” he blurts out, because it’s the most honest thing pressing on his chest.

You blink. Something in your face wavers, just slightly. Jeonghan pushes on, nervous now.

“I miss the one you gave me before I left for rehearsal. I miss the one you didn’t give me the night you left.” The words come spilling out of him like a dam that’s been broken. He can’t stop. “I miss the kiss behind my ear you always pretended didn’t mean anything. I miss how they tasted like forgiveness even when we were still fighting. I miss the sleepy ones. The stubborn ones. The ones you gave me when I least deserved them.”

You stare at him, a war behind your eyes. The silence stretches like a held breath.

“Jeonghan,” you warn, voice low. Almost gentle.

He nods. This is not the first time. It will be the last. He swears. He swears. “I know,” he says. “Just one more shot.”

You lift your hand. He flinches—then softens when you cup his face, thumb brushing just beneath his eye. And then you kiss him. Just once. Long enough to taste the apology on his lips, short enough to make him earn the rest.

When you pull away, your eyes don’t let go.

“If you screw this up again,” you murmur, “I’m calling Seungcheol to help me bury the body. And he’ll bring shovels.”

Jeonghan grins, dizzy with relief. “Fair. But I plan on being too kiss-drunk to screw anything up ever again.”

You roll your eyes. But your robe loosens, and your arms open, and for the first time in what feels like lifetimes, Jeonghan feels like he’s holding the warm sun instead of hiding from it. 🎼

[sluttyminghao]

ive been really tired lately so been heavily thinking about sleepy sex with jeonghan. how his soft, large hands would sit so nicely against the skin while he fucks you deep and slow from behind...his deep morning voice whispering filthy sentences in your ear while you still rouse from sleep.

thinking about how he'd love to just fuck you from behind when he's feeling lazy too, and if it was storming or raining outside he'd just be in that comfy cozy mood where all he wants to do is pull your pyjama pants down and fuck you from behind.

[p0ckykiss]

five ways to say "i love you" - jeonghan

summary - how jeonghan shows his love to you, through all five love languages

-> sick y/n, worried jeonghan, fluff, established relationship, soft jeonghan!!!!, whipped jeonghan

seasonal depression is a real thing. at least, according to you it is. personally, jeonghan had never experienced it. its entire premise just didn't really make sense, is all. watching the leaves change colors and fall was beautiful, and when winter rolled around the corner, so did the holidays and days off. if anything, wasn't that a reason to be happier?

a sneeze interrupts his train of thought, and jeonghan feels a pang in his chest at the sight.

it's officially been three days with you being flu-struck, and you both hoped it would've gotten better by now, but if anything it only seemed to have gotten worse. the time reads a quarter past two, and jeonghan can't help but sigh. 

you've been stuck on the couch since noon, curled up in your warmest blanket trying to watch the latest sitcom episode. your drowsiness is palpable, and every time you reach for a tissue to blow your nose, jeonghan flinches.

if seasonal depression corresponded with your well-being, then maybe jeonghan relates to it more than he thinks. and though jeonghan is chock-full of sympathy, his urgency to comfort you proves stronger.

and so jeonghan begins to rack his brain for different methods to make you feel better. and somehow his memories digress to the day you both took the love language test, even before you started dating. much to his embarrassment, jeonghan doesn't actually remember what your love language is, and he's way too prideful to ask. luckily, the nostalgia ends with the spark of a lightbulb, and jeonghan smiles. he knows exactly what to do. 

— 

the quest to rediscover your love language begins with the first type: words of affirmation.

slowly, jeonghan saunters over to you, trailing his fingertips over the leather of the couch, then over the fabric of the blanket, gently and gradually, until they find their way to your shoulder, and jeonghan leans down so you're promptly face to face. the quiet chatter from the TV fills up empty space, but it's not enough to force jeonghan to speak loudly. so he doesn't. instead, he inches ever so closer, until he can make out every beauty mark on your face, and he breathes, hardly above a whisper, "you're so beautiful."

in an attempt to play the compliment off, you merely roll your eyes. you blame your illness, though, when you can't contain the slightest inklings of a smile forming, nor the red flush that threatens to overtake your cheeks. you pair a gentle slap against jeonghan's arm with the statement, "i look like shit," and the accusation, "you're just saying that to make me feel better."

if it was even possible, jeonghan moves in closer, propping one hand on the couch arm for support so he could lift his other hand to rest perfectly under your chin. jeonghan swipes his thumb over your skin, hot to the touch, but he can't tell if it's from a blush or from the fever. "you might be right," jeonghan concedes, humming as he takes in every detail of your current state—rosy nose, puffy eyes, dry skin, messy hair—and yet jeonghan can't seem to find any flaws. inspection complete, jeonghan searches for the one thing he knows he can find. ever so faintly, glimmers dance in your eyes, and when jeonghan catches them with his own, like he's done before a million times, he repeats himself. "you might be right. i could just be saying that to make you feel better." jeonghan tucks one of many stray hairs behind your ear before reaching down to cup your hands together, "but that doesn't make it any less true."

and jeonghan can see it, can physically see it, how all of your insecurities instantly crumble, like a house of cards collapsing upon itself, melting away to make room for new walls, sturdier this time, built from affirmations and confidence and care.

a verbal response isn't required. all you do is smile, subtly, so that your lips barely curve up, and you close your eyes. but even this speaks volumes, because it's your cue of absorbing all the good things around you, no matter how small. it's also jeonghan's cue to add one final speck of positivity to your realm with a sweet kiss to your forehead, before he takes his leave to give you your much-needed space. 

—

mindless chatter continues to emit from the TV, and when jeonghan peers into the living room, he spots you tucked away in your same spot on the couch, only this time your head rested lower and your mouth hung open, blissfully asleep and temporarily free from the virus that ailed you.

jeonghan is quick to shimmy on his coat. braving the bite of winter air, it was time to do some shopping for part two, giving gifts, in his mission to determine your love language.

months of taking extra shifts, saving up, determined observations, and heavy research all culminated into this one moment. he was battling not one, but two, life-or-death decisions. the first was to pick which gaming console to buy, and the second was to pick which game to correctly pair with said console. his dedication to this plan, despite being executed weeks before the planned date, does not fail him, and fifteen minutes later jeonghan is walking back into your home as if nothing even happened.

luckily, you are still asleep, which gives jeonghan enough time to wrap up (literally) this phase of the journey and get a head start on the next: acts of services.

— 

about a million things fly through jeonghan's head when he watches you ease out of your slumber, the most prominent thought being how adorable you look, but the most important thought being how sick you still must feel, and how it's engraved in jeonghan's soul to fend off your demons.

unable to contain his excitement, jeonghan approaches you with his arms tucked behind his back, very conspicuously hiding something. you don't even get the chance to sit up before jepnghan kneels beside you, looking up with the largest pair of star-filled eyes. 

jeonghan brings both hands forward, so the two presents display themselves proudly between you. "i was going to wait until christmas," he shuffles the gifts into your arms, "but i can't stand seeing you like this." jeonghan balls his fists into his lap to prevent himself from tearing away at the wrappings himself. "i hope you like it."

piece by piece, bits of red and green foil fall to the floor. no amount of congestion or itchiness in your throat could suppress the yelp that burst from your voice. "jeonghan," you begin, but the growing lump of emotion in your chest was making it damn near impossible to finish your sentence. "you really didn't have to."

jeonghan beams. "yes i did. i know how much you miss your old switch."

"you mean the one i threw out the window because i couldn't pass that one stupid level of super mario?" 

it's clear that you are very unfond of the memory, but jeonghan simply finds it all the more endearing. "that's the one."

the grin on jeonghan's face has yet to falter, and suddenly the swells of appreciation that lap at your heart transform into guilt. you imagine all the sacrifices jeonghan must have made in order to afford this, all the late shifts he had to seek out, just to buy you a replacement for something you broke in the first place. you swallow a lump of equal parts of exasperation and admiration down your throat, ready to air out further protest because you really don't deserve this, and you sure as hell don't deserve jeonghan.

and jeonghan can imagine all of your internal turmoil, of course he can, which gives him all the more reason to assure you that you do, in fact, deserve the entire world. it's also happily up to jeonghan to deliver it to you. one warm hand placed on your cold ones and a couple of soothing circles rubbed atop of them later, and jeonghan has effectively drawn you out of your own bubble.

"whatever you're worrying about," jeonghan exhales, "don't." when jeonghan senses the tension releasing from your body, he drives his point across with a home run. "plus," he nods at the game he bought to accompany the console, mario kart 8, "we can play together this time, too."

there's no reason to argue, you conclude, especially not against jeonghan. a deep breath resets your mentality, and you try your best to return to your usual self, biting back a smile. "you know I won't go easy on you, right?"

"oh please," jeonghan ruffles your already messy hair, "in your condition, you'll be begging me to go easy on you."

frowning, you take a moment to envision this unlikely scenario. unwilling to even entertain the possibility of losing to jeonghan, you dodge the challenge altogether. "how about we play another time," you mutter.

and at that, jeonghan jumps to his feet, grabbing the switch and the game in one fell swoop. "i knew you were gonna say that," he giggles, "which is why I prepared something else."

after quickly shooting a prayer to whatever gods were out there, you tentatively say, "please don't tell me you got another ridiculously expensive gift. this is more than enough." you're more than enough, you want to add, but don't.

jeonghan all but skips to the kitchen. "i wouldn't exactly call this a gift." a painfully slow thirty seconds pass until he returns to the couch in the living room, to you, carefully balancing a plate of various desserts in one hand, and cradling what appeared to be a lighter in the other.

you squint, double checking if you were actually seeing what you thought you were seeing. "what exactly would you call it, then?"

figuring that calling it an act of service would be much too blatant, jeonghan settles on "lunch."

"lunch?" you eye the plate, definitively making out two chocolate bars, a sleeve of graham crackers, and a bundle of marshmallows.

once his rendition of a charcuterie board is secure on the coffee table, jeonghan maneuvers his way onto the couch and under the blanket, shoulder to shoulder with you one and only. "you haven't eaten all day. and i know you probably don't want to eat a proper meal," jeonghan gestures at their awaiting food, "but I also know you crave sweets when you're sick."

it should be second nature by now, really, with how many times jeonghan so casually demonstrates just how well he knows you, maybe even more than you knows yourself. but jeonghan leaves you in awe every time, regardless. 

s'mores are your designated comfort food. the entire process is just so enjoyable, from prepping the ingredients and assembling the structure, to trying to eat the whole thing in one bite lest the remnants ooze out the sides. and so you both do just that.

lacking anything close to a fireplace or a firepit, you roast marshmallows skewered with chopsticks above the dim flame from the lighter. as per the laws of physics (or something like that), the first marshmallow never goes well, and you both end up with a big black burnt chunk of goo. you effectively hurl yours in the trash, but jeonghan dares to take a nibble off his own. he learns that curiosity does, in fact, kill the cat, and jeonghan scrambles to wash out that terrible ashy aftertaste on his tongue. then he hears the faint sound of you snorting, and he concludes that it was worth it.

you tackle the issue of melting the chocolate next, but it's jeonghan who requests to handle this part because he doesn't want to risk you getting burnt. 

and so you watch as jeonghan carefully heats the chocolate piece by piece over the fire. and you note all of jeonghan's habits you've picked up on over the years. how jeonghan's tongue peaks out from the corner of his mouth when he's super concentrated, how he furrows his brows when he tries to see better, how he forgets to blink when there's one specific thing on his mind. and you feel yourself likewise melting like the chocolate, because even to this day, you still can't fathom how you were so lucky to have jeonghan to call yours.

"i hope you're hungry," jeonghan announces, grinning ear to ear. 

you reciprocate the expression. it's assembly time. 

you make a mess. it was inevitable, honestly. there was only so much precaution to be taken from your comfy position on the couch, legs and feet all tangled up in each other. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

laughter outshines any noise from the long-forgotten sitcom playing on the TV. each bounce of your shoulder from an accompanying chuckle is followed by the blanket sliding down, just a bit. jeonghan tries to be slick when he drapes his arm around you, a front to make sure he can pull the blanket back up every time it threatens to slip. but this is you. you, who notice everything that jeonghan does for you. you, who's grateful for all of it. you, who don't think you can love jeonghan any more than you already do.

—

an impromptu nap is essential for their post-s'more recovery. the last two love languages, physical touch and quality time, are much harder to gauge. considering jeonghan's affection is usually on full display 24/7 and the fact that he counts his entire lifespan with you as quality time, he can only hope you treasure your moments together as much as he does. and honestly, at this point, jeonghan is much too tired to care about his quest to uncover your love language. the only mission on his mind is to get you as close as possible, and so he seeks to accomplish just that.

pulling you into his arms, you both slump onto your sides, feet dangling off the edge of the couch, hands wrapped around shoulders and backs, and eyes locked unwavering onto the other's. jeonghan slips his bicep under your neck, fashioning a faux pillow, and rests your head against his chest, just above his beating heart.

you squirm in a weak attempt to create some distance between you. (you're not successful.) "i'm gonna get you sick."

jeonghan only snuggles closer. "i don't care," emphasizing his point with a chaste kiss upon your forehead, and then, oh so gently, on your nose, both cheeks, and finally, still ever so softly, on your lips. 

you've both long since outgrown the butterflies in your stomachs. what used to elicit sparks of electricity at every touch now resound in echoes of warmth. and lying here, in jeonghan's embrace, in jeonghan's comfort, in jeonghan's life, you feel so safe. you'd spend eternity with jeonghan if you could, but right now, when the passage of time has all but stopped as you continue to hold each other in your own beautiful world, what you have right now is all you want.

—

you both wake up as you were, still entangled in each other's body, each other's affection, each other's hearts.

you let yourself drown in the serenity that was jeonghan before you ask the question that's been tickling the back of your mind the whole day. "what was up with you today? you were oddly kind, even more so than you usually are."

an instant flush of red rises upon jeonghan's cheeks, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think jeonghan was the sick one, not you. "this is gonna sound stupid," jeonghan says.

and to that, your first instinct is to reach for jeonghan's hand and intertwine your fingers, still perfectly warm under the blanket. "nothing you say is ever stupid." it's true. on a scale of endearing to adorable, never once have you thought jeonghan resembled anything close to the word stupid.

jeonghan bites his lip, as he confesses, "i hated seeing how miserable you were, and i wanted to cheer you up, but i forgot what your love language is, so i thought i'd do one of each to see which one you like the most, but you were equally receptive to all of them, and i feel dumb for not knowing what means the most to you."

when you don't immediately respond, jeonghan sighs and chides himself. "i told you, it's stupid."

but you just laugh, sporting a grin so wide your eyes turn into mini crescent moons. "yoon jeonghan, you're ridiculous in the best way possible." you unlace your finger in favor of cupping your palm around jeonghan's cheek, still blazing from embarrassment. "did you know that?"

jeonghan flits his gaze downwards, uncharacteristically shy towards the one person he's bared his entire soul to. "could you still remind me what your love language is?" he sheepishly requests, adding on, "just for future reference."

you just smile, and you hope your words are enough to convey the intensity of the way your whole body swells with an undeniable warmth every time jeonghan does anything. "as long as it's with you," you use your thumb to tilt jeonghan's head back up, ensuring he can see just how sincere you are when you say, "i love it all just the same." and then you lean in, breaths already mingling, lips centimeters from meeting, hearts seconds from colliding, when you whisper, "i love you all just the same."

[seuonji]

彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3

notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day, seems like fate is on his side through this journey, or is it?

genre ๑ fluff, new interest, mutual pining.

warnings ๑ profanity

word count ๑ 1.4k

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“we’re homee!” jeonghan walked into his boss’s office with yuna in his arms. he had yuna’s small sparkly pink bag slung around his shoulder and his hair was messy and hair strands covered the front of his eyes, courtesy of yuna playing with it. he honestly looked like a struggling single mother and seungcheol was humoured by the view.

“yuna!” seungcheol squatted and opened his arms. jeonghan quickly placed yuna down as she started to move around in excitement from seeing her father. she ran towards him with the same opens arms and wrapped them around him.

“thank you jeonghan, so sorry to trouble you with this, i can’t thank you enough,” seungcheol looked up to his secretary with doe eyes.

“it’s no worries, it’s my job to follow your orders, don’t be afraid to ask me to go again,” the secretary replied as he flopped onto the couch seungcheol had in his office.

seungcheol perked his head up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. seungcheol has known jeonghan for years and they’re actually pretty close so he knows what tasks jeonghan likes and dislikes. one of those tasks jeonghan disliked was undertaking tasks irrelevant to the main job. seungcheol knew his secretary found those tasks unreasonable. one time jeonghan was told to make orders for a party that didn’t have anything to do anything with the company and he very much remained sour for the rest of the week due to the hassle it was.

for someone with a mere position of being a secretary, he sure had string opinions. lucky for him, people seemed to let it slide.

jeonghan of course, always complied, it’s his job to follow what seungcheol says but he never hides his disdain for activities he isn’t fond of.

“really?” seungcheol titlted his head. seungcheol was sure this would be one of the tasks jeonghan was to dislike but perhaps since it was for someone he cared about, yuna, it was okay.

“…it’s my job?” the secretary ogled his eyes to his boss, confused on why he’d say that.

seungcheol bit his lip and his eyebrows pinched together hesitating to ask more. it’s not like it was a big deal but there must’ve been something interesting on why he’d be okay with going back but maybe he was just overthinking it.

“you’re right,” seungcheol laughed before dismissing his secretary, “well, i’ll be leaving soon. again, thank you for earlier. drive safe on the road alright?”

jeonghan nodded in response and said goodbye as he left the room.

seungcheol organised his desk and collected his things getting ready to leave. “how was daycare yuna,” he smiled making conversation with his daughter.

“fun!” she answered excitedly.

“what did you do?”

“i played with yn also they read a book to me today!”

“you really like yn huh?” seungcheol chuckled walking towards the exit as yuna followed.

“of course!”

he smiled at the pure child joy portrayed in front of his eyes. he’s happy he found a great daycare for his daughter to be at.

“that’s weird, even uncle jeonghan asked me if i like yn, who wouldn’t like yn?” yuna asked genuinely.

seungcheol stopped his steps in the middle of the hallway and his head shifted to yuna.

“what do you mean?”

“uncle jeonghan asked me if i liked yn, of course i do! how can you not like yn, you like yn too right dad?“ yuna of course asked in the platonic sense but that last part caught him off guard—

“when did jeonghan ask that?”

“just after we left earlier!”

seungcheol looked up to the ceiling and thought for a second.

what were the chances that his secretary is interested in you?

it was low honestly, however it was high at the same time! you two have known each other for what, 5 minutes? then again, jeonghan showed interest in returning to the daycare. moreover, he acknowledged someone working there, even asking a 6 year old about them? that meant something, seungcheol would know.

seungcheol continued walking and laughed under his breath. this is fun.

+

ah. how did it turn out like this.

you stood at the reception table almost frozen by the sight.

“yn!” yuna skipped into the building.

“yuna! hello, nice to see you today,” you greeted while taking her bag off her.

you glanced at the man who escorted her and again, his pretty face raised your heartbeat.

you inhaled deeply calming yourself down, “yuna, you can go inside first, i need to take care of something here,” you instructed as you opened the fence door to let her in.

“bye yuna,” jeonghan waved.

she went in and now it was just the two of you.

“hi mr.yoon,” you casually spoke and walked back to the computer at reception to mark yuna present.

“hi yn and please, just call me jeonghan,” he insisted with a kind smile.

you grinned and nodded, “mr.choi’s busy again?”

“yea, it was really sudden,” jeonghan squinted his eyes recalling how he ended up here. he wasn’t expecting to pay a visit today either.

—

a bit earlier…

“hey jeonghan, i’m so sorry but i’m going to need you to bring yuna to daycare today,” seungcheol informed as his eyes didn’t leave the papers on his desk.

“what?” jeonghan furrowed just eyebrows.

“schedules been busy so i can’t go. yuna’s bag is already prepared i just need you to bring her to daycare and make sure you walk inside with her. is that alright?”

jeonghan cleared his throat, “uhm, yea of course.”

—

jeonghan didn’t even organise his boss’s schedule to make him that busy. he was actually thinking about starting his plans next week, but somehow, things were in his favour.

“well thanks for bringing yuna, who’s going to pick her up later?”

jeonghan pursed his lips, could be him if he really tried, “i’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“oh alright, i’ll just call mr.choi then—“

“better you just have my number,” he spoke quickly which cut you off.

he struggled to get something from his pocket, “seungcheol been busy so best you contact his trusty secretary first,” he pulled out a mildly crumpled business card in his hand, giving it to you.

he’d been pinching it throughout the ride to the daycare wondering if he should give it to you or not. but he gave it cause what was the big deal? it was for the convenience. it’s not like it meant anything, it’s a business card, it’s for business matters.

“just call the number on the card or email me! but i don’t think i’ll see it until like, next month,” he said as he pointed to parts of the card.

you laughed at his wit and took the card in your hands, “thanks, it’ll definitely be a phone call that’s for sure.”

he laughed at the way you returned his energy, “hope to see you later yn.”

your heart dropped at his words but you didn’t take it to heart, “hope to see you as well?” you said with hesitance.

you two parted ways and he left the daycare with the same smile he had yesterday, only it was wider. there was really something about you that made him want to just grab a chair and talk to you for hours.

meanwhile, you were seated on the old, half-broken reception chair with jeonghan’s business card in your hands. you held back your excitement, gosh you had the number of the boy that kept you up last night.

but reality washed over you too quickly. you sighed and placed the card down, it was only a business number.

but hell did it feel like a step forward.

+

you glanced at the clock. it was almost 6, almost time for yuna to leave.

all of your co workers had clocked out and all the kids but yuna went home.

you were currently reading her a story book but since she skipped nap time, she was starting to doze off. you softly pinched her cheek yet she was still in the same state.

soon 6:30 came, by now seungcheol would’ve sent a message apologising and saying he was on his way, but there was nothing.

was it a sign to call him?

you scratched your head and looked at yuna. she was laying on one of the mattresses to catch up on some energy.

you slowly got up and went to find the business card.

once you found it, you quickly typed it into your phone immediately calling it. as soon as it connected, you placed your phone to your ear,

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

you furrowed your eyebrows but tried again. this time you even placed his name and added it to your contacts.

“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”

well shit.

[heennnngggggarae]

8.30 PM

Smoothing his furrowed brow, you asked him “What are you thinking about?”

Jeonghan looks at you for a moment before sighing. “I think I missed a few pieces of bricks,” he pointed to the half made lego set and the bricks surrounding it.

You checked the surrounding area before grabbing the instruction near the lego box.

“Have you checked the instructions yet?”

He sighed again before answering you. “I did and it only makes me crazy because the pieces are supposed to be the correct amount, but it’s not! I checked and count it individually because I thought I was getting crazy but I’m not, I know I’m not,”

That explains the mess. You put the instruction back down before rubbing his back to calm him down. “Okay, calm down, you’re not crazy, maybe there’s extra pieces around somewhere, I’ll help you look for it,” you said before standing up and starts to search around the area for stray bricks.

Jeonghan stares at you, carefully looking around in all four, skirting around the mess he created an hour prior before crawling and joining you.

A few minutes pass before you yell and stand holding up a plastic filled with tiny bricks, grabbing Jeonghan’s attention. 

“Told you there’s extra pieces here,” you say excitedly dangling the tiny plastic before handing it to Jeonghan.

“What are you talking about? I literally asked for your help earlier, I knew there were extra pieces laying around somewhere,” he said smirking to himself. He knows he’s the one who was frustrated earlier but he can’t help it. He likes to tease you. 

“I won’t help you, if this happens again,” You said before pouting at him.

He smiled at your reaction before kissing your cheeks. “Sorry angel, I won’t do that again,” But he will, you both know he will.

“Help me finish the lego set?”

[moontyuns]

Flower path of love;

Word count: 0.3k

Pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Rating: pg-13

a/n: yay came here to upload my small drabble once in a blue moon..welp, it was just a sudden desire to write it while i listened to one song that i will recommend down below, so it’s better to listen to it while you reading it. Hope you like this work! (and that i didn’t forget how to write..)

song rec: ichiko aoba - dawn in the adan

You walked along the path among the different types of flowers. There were blue ones, violet, and yellow. All of them were so bright and pretty that you couldn’t take your eyes off them. However, you initially have to when from behind you on your left side appears a hand with a small bouquet of the said flowers that you admired seconds ago. Your face brightened instantly and you heard a chuckle behind you. There was a man whom you loved so dearly, that he didn’t even need to see your face to know that his little surprise made you happier. 

You carefully took the bouquet out of his hand and turned to him, seeing a warm smile that adoring his beautiful face you couldn’t hold yourself from smiling wider at him. “Thank you, love. When did you manage to make this bouquet though?” you asked him curiously. “Just a few minutes ago, if you hadn’t been so hypnotized by the flower field you would probably notice” Jeonghan giggled and tapped your nose lightly. 

He sneaked his palm into your and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand softly. It’s not something rare to you, but the whole moment makes it more intimate that you feel your cheeks getting hotter. So you just lean to him closer and hide your face in his neck, that gesture makes Jeonghan chuckle. “Huh? Are you embarrassed?” He placed another ghost kiss on the crown of your head. “Oh just shut it Hannie..let me enjoy the moment” Of course you would not admit that it kind of flusters you, but still it makes you happy and you want to savor that moment cause who knows when you will have such a good time again.

The tranquility that surrounded you two, the light wind that went through your hair, and a soft swish of the trees and little flowers around you. His hands are on your waist and yours on his shoulders, nothing could ruin it.

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[boorines]

hi !! thoughts on mean, cocky dom!jeonghan? i feel like he’d be soo teasing and frustrating

anon .. what have u done to me…

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, cocky dom!jeonghan, he’s so mean, pussy slapping, use of slut and whore, profanity, dacryphilia just a tiny bit, orgasm delay, creampie, cumplay. smut. MDNI.

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dom!jeonghan makes sure you know exactly whom you belong to, chuckling derisively when he hears your needy, high-pitched moans.

“use your fucking words, baby”, he’d whisper against the shell of your ear, dragging a finger painfully slow down your stomach. smirking when he feels your back arch into his touch.

“j-jeonghan…”, you manage to choke out, but he isn’t satisfied.

“your words, slut. i haven’t even fucking touched you yet”, he growls. “keep acting like this and i won’t”.

“i’m s-sorry, please. fuck me, jeonghan. please”, you whimper. you feel his fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, before landing a harsh slap on your dripping cunt.

“fuck! god, jeonghan. p-please!”

“my pretty girl has such a dirty fucking mouth”, he breathes, delivering another sharp slap to your pussy. “and yet, can’t use the right name, hm?”

“no, please! d-daddy, please”, tears well up in your eyes as obscene moans spill out of your mouth.

“you sound so pretty begging for me, i almost feel bad”, jeonghan mock pouts. “is daddy being too mean?”, he adds condescendingly, no sympathy in his voice.

“j-just need daddy to fuck me. want to feel full”, you babble.

“fuck, you’d look so pretty stuffed full of my cum, wouldn’t you?”, he groans when he sees you buck your hips off the bed. “my little slut is so needy, feel how fucking hard you’re making daddy”, you don’t have a chance to respond before you feel the tip of his cock push against your folds. he’s so big it makes your mouth loll open, mewls sounding like sin tumbling out.

you’re not thinking straight, you can’t when your knees are pushed against your chest and jeonghan is drilling into you mercilessly. the wet squelch of his cock splitting you open joins the obscene, needy moans filling the room. one of his hands wrapped firmly around your thigh, two fingers on his other stuffed into your mouth. with every thrust, his length kisses the gummy spot inside your slick cunt and his fingers fuck deeper into your throat.

“my pretty whore can’t even talk like this”, he grunts, hair falling into his eyes. the pathetic sounds you make around his fingers make him want to ruin you. “yeah? fuck, baby you look so gorgeous being fucked dumb. do your fingers make you feel this full?”

the guttural sound you make sends him reeling, feeling his high getting closer. he’d make you cum first, he always does, but his plans for you tonight are very different.

“i’m going to fill you up”, he grunts, “you’re gonna take it, and you are not allowed to cum, got it?”

you nod weakly, willing to take whatever he’ll give you. he thrusts into you, harder but sloppier, and you feel his hips stutter against you. your juices coat your thighs and soak jeonghan’s cock, the tip abusing the spongy spot in your walls. you keep yourself from your high as you feel jeonghan’s warm cum spurt inside your heat, choking out a lewd moan.

“i don’t want a drop wasted”, he demands, pulling out of you slowly. he removes his fingers from your mouth and all you can muster is a weak ‘yes, daddy’, feeling empty and desperate.

“fuck yourself open on your fingers”, he instructs. your eyes fly open, looking at him in surprise. he quirks a brow up at the sudden action. “now, slut. and keep my cum inside you, i want you to feel it”.

you whimper as you bring your fingers to your entrance, letting out a low whine when you push in. jeonghan’s cum threatens to ooze out of your tight hole, but you can’t he said, and you hastily fuck it back in before it spills. you hear him grunt in approval and look up to see him push his hair off his forehead, eyes piercing your spread thighs. the sight of him is enough to make you whine with need.

“d-daddy, please, please, let me cum”, you beg, “i need you inside me”.

jeonghan chuckles, “i am inside you, pretty”.

the words are so lewd, so filthy because he is. he’s inside you and you’re filled with him.

heat creeps up into your cheeks as you pump your fingers into yourself, the squelch of his cum inside you making you mewl.

“you blushing, baby? we feeling shy?”, he taunts, grabbing your wrist and brutally shoving your hand into yourself, driving your fingers deeper into you. he watches hungrily as his cum leaks out of your hole, dripping down your ass and staining the sheets below you. “push that back in, slut”.

“god, fuck! please, i can’t anymore, i need you”, you struggle. you’re so desperate for him, needing him to fuck you dumb.

“i love it when you touch yourself like this, knowing you can’t get there without me”, he seems drunk on you, on your little noises.

he inches closer, getting ready to reward you for your obedience.

“you’ve done so good, baby. let me make it up to you, yeah?”, jeonghan whispers against your ear condescendingly.

and you know you’ll finally get what you need.