#jinho fanfic

[stolenwetfloorsign]

One thing that will always characterize Jinho for me is that he will say the most batshit insane thing with the most unfazed expression.

[unifox]

Morning~

~Pairing: non-idol!Jinho x reader

~Genre: fluff 

~Warnings: food and college life

~Words: 422

~Summary: Waking up to that sweet smile is the best way to wake up... If it weren't just a dream...

a/n: Hi! I've been gone for such a long time so here's a little fic I had in my drafts to start fresh this year! Even tho it's short I hope you guys like it!

Here's a Scenario game! in case anyone is interested in asking for a prompt ~Foxy🦊

~Masterlist~

Slowly you opened your eyes to the light coming from your windows. The curtains made the room bright but at least the sun wasn't shining directly on your eyes. Turning to the side you smiled. There he was, looking lovingly at you with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Good morning beautiful" he whispered

You smiled back at him and your hand instinctively went to his face, stroking his cheek and admiring his beauty when suddenly

Your alarm starts ringing really loudly, making you jump

You open your eyes and turn it off, looking at your phone and the empty bed. It was a dream... a really realistic dream, but... you don't know who the guy in your dream is. You got up and changed knowing you had to go to college

- - - After your classes ended you decided to spend the afternoon with some friends to wind up. After all, it was Thursday, and every Thursday you guys went to a cafe close to your campus to chat and do some homework together

You sat on one of the tables to save it and also keep an eye on your bags while your two friends went to grab their drinks. You had told them about your dream on one of the breaks and they just laughed at your sad exaggerated expression saying that soon you'll find a boyfriend. It was a thing between you guys since you were all painfully single

When they came back to the table you went to the register to order your usual "Hi! I would like a medium Taiwan bubble milk-" You stopped mid-order staring at the barista you had never seen before in the store. What caught you off guard was that he was the guy in your dream

"Milk tea?" He questioned since you just stopped talking

"Hm, yes, milk tea... sorry" you laughed awkwardly as he smiled politely

When he was done with your tea he spoke up "Have we met before? Your face seems familiar..."

"I'm not sure but you seem familiar too" You smiled taking your tea. You wouldn't tell a stranger, even a really cute one, that he was in your dream and a really romantic one

"I'm Jinho... maybe we could hand out some time? I would like to know you" he said in a shy tone "Yes!... that... would be nice" you answered way too fast for your liking

At least you would have news to share with your friends and who knows... maybe a boyfriend as well.

[lilianrennifer]

🐿️ Jinho

Nothing So Far

🐔 Hui

Nothing So Far

🐤 Hongseok

Nothing So Far

🐰 Shinwon

Nothing So Far

🐼 Yanan

Nothing So Far

🐺 Yuto

Nothing So Far

🦁 Kino

Nothing So Far

🐮 Wooseok

Nothing So Far

[luckyhyuki]

Walk On Water Or Drown

WALK ON WATER OR DROWN BY blackcat_desertfox

SITE: AO3

PAIRING: JO JINHO X JUNG WOOSEOK

RATING: MATURE

WORD COUNT: 164.6K

“You can hear the singing? is written on the paper, Hui’s usual chicken scratch replaced with strong, clear characters in his urgency. When Wooseok nods, Hui takes the book back and writes something else, eyebrows drawn together in a small frown. What does it sound like? Hui’s second message says, and underneath it, are two words, written a few spaces apart. One says Clicks and the other says Words. Wooseok points to ‘words’ and Hui’s eyebrows shoot up, surprise flicking across his face. He writes again, scribbling furiously before scratching it all out and flipping to a new page, trying again. Do you know what it is?

Wooseok shakes his head, raising one shoulder slightly and tilting his head towards Hui as if to say, ‘Do you?’

-

The aquarium is gearing up to open a new exhibit. One night, Wooseok hears something, or someone, singing in the tank.”   

[wannaeatramyeon]

you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜

lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-

Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...

Disgusted

Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.

Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.

Blushing

No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk

Flattered

Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.

Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.

Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.

Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.

+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong

Doesn't give a shit

^ what more is there to say.

Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)

Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.

+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu

Expected, surprised there isn't more.

They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.

+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun

Writes their own

Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.

This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.

Sinu Han: writes the Jake/Samuel fics

[tennypress]

master list °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

about

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊

WIP = Red and Italics

DONE = BOLD

SMUT = 🏁

NORMAL =. 🛞

ANGST = 🏍️

General

Fics that surrounds you, the reader

Waking up in another body? Female part 🛞 Male Part 🛞

When your mom was a first gen baddie 🛞

Variants:

Tattoo Artist Y/N 🛞

Caught in the act 🛞🏍️🏁

Sending Nudes: I 🏁 II 🏁

Being younger than them (not too young) 🏁

Asexual Reader and confessing to them 🏁 who wouldn’t date you 🏁

On hold: a goo x reader x gun fanfic 🏁

Meeting you where you can fix my car and my heart 🛞🏍️

Lookism

Zack Lee

Legs and Hips. 🏁

Sammuel Seo

Drunk on Love. 🏁

You come back to me like a dog with its tails between your legs 🏁

It’s only human, you know that it’s real 🏍️

Jake Kim

Analayzing 🏁

Power 🏁

Two walls between balance 🏁

Jichang Kwak

Until I found you 🏁

Jihan Kwak

You and me tonight 🏁

Jace Park

Study session 🏁

Gun Park

Karaoke Night under moon light 🏁

Wanna drink till we drop to the floor ? 🏁

Only you, my girl, only you babe… 🏁

Her masters punishment🏁 Part Two 🏁🏍️

Fate brought us back together 🏁

Goo Kim

Boundaries 🏁

Eyes 🏁

Hangyeol Baek:

I need a doctor! 🏁

Jake kim

My final analysis 🏁

Power 🏁

Between chaos and balance 🏁

DG(James Lee)

Paparazzi and rumors 🏁

Daniel Park

The rabbit and the fox 🏁

Eugene

Till death my love 🏍️

Dancing under the moonlight 🏁

Na Jaegyeon

End of the road 🏍️

Vasco Tabasco (Euntae Lee)

Jay Hong

Leon Lee

Vin jin

Eli Jang

Cho ma

Warren chae

Yunjin

Hudson anh

Taesoo Ma

Jinyoung park

Johan Seong

Sinu Han

Olly wang

Kuroda Ryohei

Taejin Cheon

Xiaolung

How To Fight

Manager Kim

Hobin Yu

Seongjun Baek

Taehoon seong

Munseong kim

Jinho Lee

Wangkuk han

Yeonwoo ji

Percy Jackson and the olympians

Luke Castellan

Need a hand? 🏁

Cool for the summer 🏁

Other fandoms

Ramen shop 🍜

Kakashi PTJVERSE ❔🤍

[stormdragon23]

More SL Novel rambles for chapters 21-24 (chapter 10 for the original)

The way Jinwoo reacts to Jinho saying he'll take his secret with him to his grave is interesting. In the anime, Jinwoo glares at him while in the novel, Jinwoo's like "Uh, no, that's not necessary-"

Ohhhh, so Hwang Dong-suk was planning to film Jinho killing Jinwoo and use that as blackmail to get money. That actually makes a lot more sense, especially with the gate closing since they were about to get the mana crystals or magic gems from the boss

I’m 90% sure I read the part about Jinho begging Jinwoo not to kill him in some fanfic, but I don’t remember which one… (Maybe it was the cooking channel one)

“Maybe, after planting the fear of god into the kid first” Jinwoo, please-

It’s nice to see the anime incorporating some novel elements that the manhwa left out. It would have been nice to see more of the conversation between Jinwoo and Jinho though

Tax is 40% for individuals?? No wonder Jinwoo wanted his own guild. I would be mad paying that much in taxes too

I’m going to cry- Why didn’t they show Jinwoo’s and Jinah’s relationship this much in the manhwa akshsjkaalka

A little short, but it’s been a while since the start of the chapters have lined up, so I wanted to end it here

[minimultiestfandoms]

Pentagon reaction to you asking to tie a bow around it pt.1

requested: no

wanted to start doing fake texts as they are easier to do then writing full fledged fanfics and i’ve been busy with uni and work so please note fake texts are only open for now! i might open small headcanons later on when i get more used to my schedule!

— sunnie

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Hui

Jinho

Hongseok

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taglist; @bigkpopstan, @baka-writings, @haechansfbuddy, @jeonronwoo, @jiminslostjam, @bluejaem, @jisungismymom, @hyuckography, @i-luvsang, @neocrush, @moonshineboyz, @chewryy, @sugarcherriess, @neochan, @jinkoh, @shinwolo, @hazyhae, @mrkis, @dollyji, @tddyhyck, @mrkjaems

[elfdastiel91]

Guess I should introduce myself :)

Hello I'm Dastiel! I've been a K-Pop fan since 2012. First group I got into was SHINee. Then slowly it became my whole world, I am Korean-American, my mother was born and raised for 6 years in Korea before moving to the US.

I am a multistan, but Super Junior is where my heart lies. They are my ultimate bias group, Leeteuk being my ultimate bias. He is the best freaking leader not only Super Junior could ask for but K-Pop as a whole could ask for. This man has given so much to this industry. And has gone through so much heartbreak and pain and yet still he perseveres. As you can tell I am completely devoted to him so I will not tolerate any hate.

Some of the other groups I am a fan of...(there's a lot ;)) and my bias or biases if i have more than one

SHINee (Minho and Taemin)

Big Bang (Taeyang)

Block B (Taeil)

iKon (Jay and June)

GOT7 (AmeriThaiKong, Mark Tuan, BamBam, and Jackson Wang)

BTS (Kim SeokJin)

EXO (Sehun and Suho)

NCT (mainly 127) (Johnny and Jaehyun)

Seventeen (still trying to get the members correct lol don't know why it is taking me so long!) (Vernon)

Ateez (Jongho)

Twice (Momo)

AESPA (Winter)

Red Velvet (all of them honestly)

BlackPink (Rose)

Stray Kids (Felix)

Wanna One (Daniel)

Monsta X (Hyungwon and I.M)

Pentagon (Jinho, Hui, and Wooseok)

I think that is all for right now, I have a whole list of K-Pop artists I need to get into.

I have been writing K-Pop fanfictions since about summer of 2018. I write mostly dark fanfics but occasionally smut as well. If you want to follow me and read any of my fics here's a link but please be mindful of the tags!

[diverseinsertknet]

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NU'EST

ONEUS- Kim Gunhak, Lee Keonhee, Lee Seoho, Yeo Hwanwoong

ONEWE- Kanghyun Gu, Jin Yonghoon, Ju Harin, Lee Giuk, Son Dongmyeong

P1Harmony- Choi Jiung, Yoon Keeho

Pentagon- Adachi Yuto, Go Shinwon, Jo Jinho, Jung Wooseok, Kang Hyunggu, Kim Hyojong, Lee Hoetaek, Yan An, Yang Hongseok, Yeo Changgu

Red Velvet- Bae Juhyun

RIIZE- Hong Seunghan, Jung Sungchan, Lee Chanyoung, Lee Sohee, Osaki Shotaro, Park Wonbin, Song Eunseok

Seventeen- Boo Seungkwan, Choi Seungcheol, Hansol Vernon Chwe, Jeon Wonwoo, Joshua Hong, Kim Mingyu, Kwon Soonyoung, Lee Chan, Lee Jihoon, Lee Seokmin, Wen Junhui, Xu Minghao, Yoon Jeonghan

SF9- Baek Juho, Kim Inseong, Kim Seokwoo, Kim Youngkyun, Lee Jaeyoon, Yoo Taeyang

SHINee- Choi Minho, Kim Kibum, Lee Taemin

Stray Kids- Bang Chan, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Yang Jeongin

Super Junior- Park Jeongsu

[sunflowersoonyoung]

the sound of his voice | jinho

w.c ↠ 0.5k

pairing/s ↠ jinho x gn!reader

genre/s ↠ established relationship au!, fluff, drabble, songfic(?)

description ↠ the sound of his voice trickles through the house walls

warning/s ↠ pure fluff

a/n ↠ I'm going to be posting drabbles for now while I work on my vampire!yanan/shinwon mini-series. I hope it’s okay that I turned your request into a series, anon <3 

lyrics from smile by pentagon

You sighed in exasperation as you opened yet another box titled “living room” that obviously contained nothing meant for the living room. As it turned out, labelling boxes properly was essential when moving houses.

And yet, a mere moment of irritation was nothing compared to the sea of exhilaration you felt. Because currently, you were standing between the walls of a house that belonged to both you and your boyfriend, Jinho.

Months of sneaking around his management, months of fighting for the relationship to remain hidden, all had built up to this moment when you could finally share a home.

The whole few days of moving had felt surreal and dreamy - bursting at the seams with pure joy.

As you opened another box and pulled out handfuls of books, Jinho began to sing.

He was working in the kitchen, just a wall between you as you both unpacked, and so his voice projected well into the living room. It was casual yet magical; gentle, warm, effortlessly powerful. It began to soak into the empty walls, filling up space.

“Stay by my side; give me a smile that’s sweeter than candy.”

For a moment, you paused your ministrations, and you listened. You became still, only listening and breathing.

“I love you, more than dew.”

“Yes I do, you are clear and pure, baby.”

The song Jinho had selected was one of many he had serenaded you with in the past, with simple and sweet words. And so, it meant a lot to both of you, especially that he had chosen to sing it now.

You could not help yourself, your knees growing weak as you swooned. You dragged your feet numbly to the sofa and sat down. A moment’s rest would not hurt.

“Again, today, my eyes stop at you. You’re always so pretty.”

His voice seemed to trickle out into the atmosphere, resembling hot honey, drizzling onto your chest and spreading warmth over your skin.

For a moment, you closed your eyes. Only Jinho’s voice existed in the black world behind your eyelids.

“My heart is only for you, I can do anything for you.”

“Don’t break this dream that has no sadness or tears.”

Before you knew it, the exhaustion layered beneath your excitement emerged and doused you, and Jinho’s words faded into a strange, thin and hazy dream.

You dreamed of his hands, of his voice, of the sound of your name from his lips.

Abruptly you woke, realising that him calling your name was not a fabrication but, in fact, reality.

Jinho’s face was near yours, his umber irises sparkling.

“Sorry,” he grinned, his eyes crinkling in amusement, “are you hungry? I found all the pots, and I thought I’d make some Ramyeon.”

“Yes, please,” you replied, reflecting his smile at him, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Your singing was beautiful.”

Jinho laughed, and your heart leapt, “I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

“Never,” you replied curtly, “I’ll never get used to it. So sing for me forever.”

His smile was bright as he leant forward and kissed you.

[julyarchives]

Enchanted

“Did everyone else come with a date?” 

→ Pairing: Jinho x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words:  1.2K

→ Contains: Non-famous Jinho in fancy attire (That can be dangerous for your heart)

→ A/n: Here it is our final story for the Christmas Lights Special! We are so happy to have done this project for you guys, and for being a part of ksmutclub’s amazing winter project. It was quite a challenge to write with this deadline (both of us are dealing with university stuff, so things have been a little crazy) but totally worth it. It was very inspiring and motivating, and most important of all, it was so much fun to write everything. We hope you enjoy our last story of the special!

You didn’t know whose idea it was, but you had to admit you were feeling excited. Working for a big multi-national company can be tiring, so that’s why your bosses announced they were throwing a winter/christmas ball before winter break to celebrate the end of the year. You picked a beautiful discreet gown and even got your hair and make up done at the saloon. You were truly feeling like a princess.

As soon as you entered the venue, you were left in awe. The place looked like a castle, decorated with christmas trees and fake snow, full of people having fun taking pictures in the beautiful scenery. The sight made your heart warm up. 

You grabbed yourself a glass of champagne and went around saying hi and chit chatting with different colleagues and your bosses. You all sat down on a table and just enjoyed the party and each other’s company for a while. The night was pleasant and easy going, and you couldn't be more thankful for a well deserved night off like this one.

Suddenly the band announced that the dance floor was open and a slow song started as the couples gathered up and danced peacefully around the room.

Everyone in your table left off to dance, and you stayed behind in your own company, just watching everyone blissfully dance together. It wasn’t long until someone sat down by your side.

“Did everyone else come with a date?”

It was Jinho, your friend whose office you share with and basically the person you get along the most in the company. He was wearing a well fitted suit, his hair flawlessly styled and framing his delicate face. You always thought he was good looking, but tonight he is the most handsome you’ve ever seen him.

“Well, this is a ball after all, you shouldn’t expect any different.” you answered.

“You got me there.” he laughed sweetly. “You’re looking stunning, y/n.”

“You’re not so bad, yourself.”

In this lighting was hard to tell, but you could swear Jinho just blushed.

“Enjoying the party so far?” He quickly changed the subject.

“Absolutely!” you said excited “I just love winter, and dressing up too. What’s not to love?”

“Well, wouldn’t you love more if you were dancing too?” Standing up, he offered his hand for you.

“Oh, no, no.” you waved your hands in front of you. “I’m a terrible dancer, I’d ruin your shoes in 5 minutes.

“I think I’m willing to take the chance.” His smile was charming, you simply couldn’t say no to him.

You hesitantly took his hand, to which he held delicately. You two walked to the dance floor still holding hands, and it was your turn to feel flustered, because this felt like the most intimate moment you two have ever shared. When in place, he raised the hand that was holding yours, while the other respectfully palmed on your back, to finally start dancing. You kept your eyes on your feet, making sure you were in pace - and not stepping on him. 

“Y/n” he called you softly, barely audible over the string quartet and piano. When you looked at him, he continued. “Keep looking at me, I’ll guide you.”

He then started counting the steps, reassuring you with light nods.

“I’m bad at this” you smiled timorously

“You’re doing great.” he effortlessly calmed you down.

And before you noticed, you were dancing with him without worries, looking into his eyes and trusting him to lead you. You didn’t keep track of how many songs you’ve danced together, but you felt you could dance a thousand more. Everything felt like a fairy tale, and you’ve never imagined feeling like a princess before, but it was all happening now.

You only stopped when the music did so, so your bosses could make the cliché end-of-the-year speech. You two went back to the table, and Jinho stayed behind to grab more champagne for the both of you.

Another coworker sat down with her date, and grinned before leaning in for a private conversation

“I didn’t know you and Jinho were a thing” she giggled.

“We’re not.” You laughed embarrassed.

“Honey, the way you two were looking at each other like two birds in love all night long says otherwise.”

“We’re just friends.” you laughed and shook your head, but honestly that got you thinking.

When he came back, he suggested you two went outside for some fresh air, stopping at the top of the stairs on the front of the venue.

“So,” you said in between sips of your drink “someone asked me if we were dating…”

“Really?” he didn’t seem surprised, but rather amused.

“Yeah…” You didn’t know how to properly respond “did slow dancing get us really that close?”

“Would that be so bad?” He casually held your hand, standing closer to you.

“I don’t know” you bit your bottom lip “you tell me.”

“It didn’t feel that bad back there.” He opened a smug smile “I wouldn’t mind having more of that.” 

“I guess we are a good team” you squeezed his hand playfully

“I dare to say we are a good couple.”

You turned yourself to stand facing him, and crossed your arms around his neck, still carefully holding your glass, his’ immediately embracing your waist.

“Well, for us to be a couple there is still something left to do.” You said, feeling bold. 

“I think I might have an idea of what that is” he answered smoothly, voice almost a whisper.

He approached slowly, gaze locked on your lips and anticipation building on your stomach. Your lips first touched ever so lightly, barely grazing against one another, just testing your boundaries. Your eyes finally closed and you just gave yourself completely to him. He kissed you with the sweetness of passion, holding you gently just like he did on the dance floor. You’ve never imagined yourself in this situation, never thought of him more than a coworker and a friend, but now that you kissed him the idea of doing it again has you growing butterflies on your stomach.

He gave you a couple of pecks before simply resting his forehead against yours and smiling innocently.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for ages.” He confessed.

You pecked him again, and he tightened his grip on you.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” you asked

“I can’t just casually say that I think you are an amazing, beautiful, intelligent and powerful woman, and that I admire you so much that I just want to grab you and kiss you all the time.” he says it all with a light tone, but your insides are actually burning with desire for him.

“Well, yeah, that would have been a little intense” you said and you two laughed together. “But I actually like the idea of you grabbing me and kissing me all the time.”

“Good.” He said assertively “because that is all I’m going to do from now on.”

You two kissed again. And again. And again. You could kiss him all night long and you would still want more. Dancing and kissing like the night will never end doesn’t seem such a bad idea. If you felt like a princess before, now you found your prince charming, and this might be the beginning of your happily ever after.

[luckyhyuki]

Just Another Day Spent In The Water, Just Another Day Spent Under The Sun

JUST ANOTHER DAY SPENT IN THE WATER, JUST ANOTHER DAY SPENT UNDER THE SUN BY charons_boat

SITE: AO3

PAIRING: JO JINHO X JUNG WOOSEOK

RATING: TEEN AND UP

WORD COUNT: 12K

“The river is dangerous, and Hongseok tries to tell Jinho this more times than he can count. Jinho is stubborn, though, so he ends up going anyways. He spends the day watching the news, hoping he won't see his friend as one of the reports.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Masterlist of HTF/Viral Hit ✨Bullshit✨

Lookism Masterlist | Part 2 ☞ (multi-character headcanons/dynamics)

Lookism Storylines ☞ (fun shit. mix of x reader and with reader)

Gun + Goo | Part 2 | Jake + Samuel | Vin + Ryuhei | Everyone else ☞ (single character-centric standalones)

... Even More Lookism Masterlist ☞ (different characters in same scenarios series)

You're here! How To Fight/Viral Hit Masterlist | Seong Taehoon

Maintained collection of my HTF/Viral Hit silly writing, headcanons and ramblings

General

Seong Taehoon x Reader: HTF discovering You & Taehoon dating

HTF sharing love hotel room hc (Taehoon, Yeonwoo, Museong, Seongjun, Jinho)

HTF x Reader: tall, quiet, glasses (Hobin, Taehoon, Wangguk, Yeonwoo)

HTF Boys Dating/Boyfriend hc (Taehoon, Seongjun, Yeonwoo, Wangguk, Munseong)

Kissing: Seong Taehoon | Baek Seongjun

Being ill + looking after them (Taehoon, Wangguk)

HTF x Reader: Kabedon with Taehoon, Seongjun

Men of Lookism: Bathhouse Meeting Part 3... with Guests

HTF Boys responding to "NICE BUTT!"

Hugs from HTF Guys hc

Comforting YOU hc: Seong Taehoon, Baek Seongjun

Lookism/HTF reacting to your deepfakes

The Way of the Househusband: Lookism and HTF hc

Lookism + HTF: Who fell first and who fell harder hc

Lookism + HTF react to: "Surprise! You're having a baby!"

Lookism + HTF Guys: Boobs, Ass, Thighs or...?

HTF Boys reacting to you wearing their clothes: Munseong, Wangguk, Yeonwoo, Seongjun, Taehoon

Lookism+ HTF guys react to their fanfics...

HTF texting habits: Munseong, Yeonwoo, Wangguk, Taehoon

Baek Seongjun Standalones

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Kimono

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Broken

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Cuddling to a bit more hc

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Happiness

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Prince

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Washing Dishes

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Cooking on the boat

Other standalones

Ji Yeonwoo x Reader: Confessing to You

Ji Yeonwoo x Reader: Older reader hc

Ji Yeonwoo x Reader: Love at first sight

Seo Haesu BS

Haesu x Reader x Taehoon (if you actually want to read something, you're going to be disappointed)

Seo Haesu x Reader: Rainy days

Seo Haesu x Reader: Catnaps

Seo Haesu x Reader: You like me

Meeting Seo Haesu for the first time

Seong Hansu x Reader: an old man and his memories

Baek Seongjun's Dad x Reader (simp over someone else, kid)

Joshua dating hc

Ramblings

HTF/Viral Hit Women

[justatiredpotato]

Spring Snow (Oneshot)

Summary: Since Jinho enlisted you’ve been counting the days until his discharge. You reminisce about your last day together and can’t help but wonder if things will be the same after nearly two years apart. Will his feelings be the same? What does the future hold for the two of you?

Warnings: None really. I don’t write smut but things get kinda... spicy? Idk man I’ve never even held a guy’s hand xD

Total Words: 4,200~

You sat in the window seat of your small apartment, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands. It was Friday. Nearly two years ago you would’ve been getting dressed up for a date, planning where to take your darling boyfriend or wondering where he was taking you. When Jinho had to enlist in the military he tasked the rest of his bandmates with taking care of you. When they weren’t touring or promoting they made plans each week to take you to dinner or noraebang, or have a movie night. While you loved the boys and appreciated their concern, you still missed Jinho. You thought back to the last date he took you on, the day before he shipped out. 

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You half expected him to make reservations at some fancy restaurant, five courses, evening wear and all that. But what he did shouldn’t have surprised you. He showed up at five in the afternoon, two hours before he was supposed to pick you up. 

“What are you doing here already?” you asked. You were a little frustrated and very flustered as you pulled a sweatshirt over your thin tank top and twisted your still-damp hair into a messy bun.

“I wanted to catch you before you got all dolled up. Today is a casual date! Just you and me,” Jinho said. 

As you stood there in your baggy sweats, messy hair and no makeup, he looked at you like you were all the stars in the sky. It was enough to make you blush and you turned away before he could melt you into a puddle on the floor. He caught your arm and spun you back to face him. You whined in protest but he dropped the bags he was carrying and wrapped his arms around you. He grinned, face an inch from yours.

“You’re so beautiful, Dove,” he said softly against your lips. He pressed his lips to yours, movements slow but passionate. The kiss was unhurried, not looking to escalate to anything else. After a moment your lungs protested and you pulled away for air. Jinho chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the exposed skin above the collar of your sweatshirt. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and he hummed appreciatively.

He straightened to look at you, and you knew he was trying to memorize you. He wanted to be able to picture every freckle, every curve, all the complexities of your expressions. You did the same. You knew that a picture could never capture the closeness, love, and security you felt in that moment, in each other's arms. 

“I brought movies and snacks,” he said. He peppered more light kisses over your face in between words. “Today is just for us. We don’t have to go anywhere. I just wanna be with you.” He held you a bit tighter as he said this, and your heart ached. You blinked rapidly, not wanting to ruin your day together by getting all emotional. Not yet. You didn’t have to say goodbye quite yet. You pulled away a little and reached to grab one of the bags he’d dropped. 

“What movies did you bring?”

“We’ve got all the Marvel movies. Your pick.”

“You are such a nerd,” you teased, even though you would’ve chosen the same. He knew that, but feigned offence anyway. He grabbed the bags of snacks and chased after you to get his revenge for that comment. You laughed, setting the movies on the coffee table and dancing around your living room furniture to evade him.

“How dare you! I am the coolest!” he cried, dramatically dropping the snacks on an end table.

“Mhm, you’re the coolest ahjussi,” you said, brow raised in challenge.

“Ahjussi?” he said. “Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.” He dodged around the coffee table, and you shrieked before fleeing into the kitchen. You slid in your socks as you rounded the kitchen island.

“Careful, Dove!” he scolded, but he was laughing. You dashed back to the living room. He caught up just as you reached the couch. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him. He lifted you slightly off the ground, then flopped you both heavily on to the couch. You giggled breathlessly, still wrapped in his arms. The laughter only intensified when he slid his cold fingers under the hem of your sweatshirt and tickled your sides, the thin fabric of your shirt offering no defense.

“I surrender!” you finally cried, grabbing desperately at his hands.

“You surrender? What for?” he laughed, not letting up.

“You aren't an ahjussi. I’m sorry, oppa,” you hardly got the words out because you were laughing so hard. He relented, hands retreating to just hold you again. His stomach rumbled a little and you glanced at him.

“Snack time?”

“Snack time,” he confirmed with an approving nod.

While he broke into the bag of food, you picked a movie: the first X-Men. 

“Good choice!” he said approvingly as the menu screen appeared. You took the remote and then returned to Jinho, who was summoning you with grabby hands and puppy-dog eyes. You sat as close to him as you could get without being in his lap. While that would’ve been nice too, it would’ve interfered with your snack eating ability, so it’d have to wait. You munched happily for a while before setting aside your bag of snacks in favor of leaning into him. The movie was one of your favorites, but you were far more focused on the man beside you. You pressed your face into his chest and he laughed, shifting so you could lay there more comfortably. 

It took a lot of willpower to push away the emotions that suddenly hit you. Even though he was right there, you already missed him. Your mind already wandered to later that night, when you’d have to say goodbye. To the time a couple of months from then, when his sweatshirts would no longer carry his comforting scent. A year from then, when a whole twelve months, a whole four seasons would have passed while the two of you lead totally separate lives. Two years would pass before you could hold him like this again.

You pulled yourself from that headspace and tried to refocus. As subtly as you could, you wiped the few tears that managed to escape. Jinho shifted to hold you closer, laying you on top of him. If he noticed you crying he didn’t point it out, but you thought you heard him sniffle. There would be plenty of tears later. For now he wanted to pretend that nothing else existed outside of your cozy apartment. 

After the first movie, with the sunlight fading outside your windows, the two of you decided to order takeout: warm rice soup for a chilly winter day. The snow fell in big fluffy flakes outside, muffling sound and making the world seem soft and quiet. You took your time polishing off a big bowl of soup and shared a couple bottles of soju. 

By the end of the second movie you were left feeling warm and safe and happy, bundled together under a blanket. You were curled fully in his lap this time, arms wrapped around his neck so you could press soft kisses to it when the impulse struck you. Each time you did he tilted his head to give you better access and rubbed little circles on the small of your back with his thumbs. The closing scene faded to black and the credits started rolling. You glanced at the clock, startled by how late it was already.

“Jinho, don’t you need to go? You’ll miss the last train,” you asked.

“I don’t have to go. I could stay. I mean, if that’s okay with you of course,” he said. His fingers traced your shoulder blades as he gaged your reaction to his words.

“I’d like that.”

He smiled and placed a kiss over your brow. “Dove?”

“Hm?” you hummed, returning to your task of leaving teasing kisses along his neck and jaw.

“I love you.”

You pulled away to look him in the eyes, your own filling with tears. “I love you too,” you said. Your voice trembled, words hardly above a whisper. Then you kissed him passionately, trying to get across all the emotion you couldn’t put into words for fear of crying. Nonetheless, tears spilled down your cheeks. He pulled you to straddle his lap, holding your body tightly against his. His hands traced the curve of your waist and hips. You peeled off your sweatshirt; suddenly the room was very warm. He chuckled, taking the hint and laying bruising kisses along your collar-bone and shoulder. You moaned appreciatively, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging gently. 

“Jinho,” you called breathlessly. He pulled away immediately, not wanting to go further than you were okay with. He looked over your face, gently wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “Can we go to bed now?” you asked nervously. His eyes widened a little but he smiled reassuringly.

“You sure?” he asked. He didn’t want to just take advantage of the emotional moment.

“Yeah. Very sure.”

He leaned in and kissed you again, soft and slow. “I love you. So much,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. Then he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

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aaaaaaaaaaand le skip, courtesy of this adorable soft boy right here

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As you sat in your cold, empty apartment you wondered if things would be the same when he returned? Could they be the same? Surely you’d both grown and changed in the time you were apart. Were you even the same people? You kept in touch with letters as much as you could, and he called you every chance he got. But even those phone calls had to be split between you and his family. You understood, of course. You loved him more for the care and attention he gave his family and his friends.

You sighed. Thinking like that wasn’t going to fix anything. You’d made yourself sick the last week or so with those worries. You needed a distraction. Maybe you should take the guys up on that movie night invitation. You stood and put your empty mug in the sink, you could wash it later. You changed into some comfortable jeans, pulled on a coat, and grabbed your keys. You paused as you went to turn the door handle. After a moment’s consideration you went to your room and grabbed one of Jinho’s sweatshirts and put it on under your coat.

Outside, the weather was shockingly cold for spring. There was an icy nip in the air, and the damp chill sank through to your bones. Somehow the cold only intensified the loneliness as you wished your person was there for you, ready to warm you up and keep you safe. You walked faster, hurrying into the train station. The boys’ dorm was only three stops away, so you arrived on their block in less than twenty minutes. You thought about texting them and letting them know you decided to join, only to realize you forgot your phone at your apartment. It probably didn’t matter though. You dropped in unannounced sometimes, and they had planned on you coming anyway. 

You stepped out onto the platform, and climbed the stairs to the street. Again a cold gust of wind hit you, stinging your cheeks. Something soft landed lightly on your hair. You looked up at the sky and found the grey clouds were sprinkling snow. You held out your hand to catch one of the fluffy crystals and it quickly melted away in your palm. You’d seen snow all through the winter, and it had occasionally made you think of the day you’d parted with Jinho, but for some reason that day it hit you like a bullet to the heart. You’d spent weeks worrying about how your relationship would be different when he returned and if he would still want you. Now it was so close to his return, but the remaining time seemed to drag on which only allowed your fears to grow. This random snow flurry on a spring afternoon was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

You didn’t even realize you’d started crying until you drew a gasping breath that became a sob. The freezing air burned your lungs, but once you started you couldn’t stop. Passersby gave you looks that ranged from judgemental to concerned. You put your head in your hands and tried to pull yourself together. One girl, walking with her boyfriend, even stopped to ask if you were okay. You managed a shaky smile and thanked her before hurrying on your way.

By the time you reached the door of the guys’ apartment complex you’d managed to pull yourself together a bit. You drew the occasional hiccuping breath, but the tears had stopped falling. You wiped at your face with the soft sleeves of your sweatshirt before punching in the code to enter the building. The elevator ride to their floor was awkward, the ahjumma that got on with you kept flashing you worried looks and you were glad that you arrived at your floor before she asked you anything. 

You stood in front of the apartment door and took a steadying breath. Then you checked your face in the reflective metal trim of the door. The weather was a good enough excuse for your red cheeks and nose, and your eyes hadn’t gone too puffy. As long as your voice didn’t break the guys shouldn’t notice anything was wrong. You ran a hand through your hair to smooth the tangles from the wind, then rang the bell.

“Dove?” came Yuto’s voice from the intercom. He sounded surprised. “You’re here!”

“Yeah. Does the movie night invitation still stand?” you asked.

“Of course!” he assured you. “Dove’s here,” he called to the other guys. You could hear some kind of commotion happening in the background.

“Is this not a good time? I can leave if something’s come up. I should’ve called but I left my phone at home.”

“What? No! It’s fine,” Hwitaek said. There was a pause before you heard the click and cheerful chime as the door opened. “We were trying to call you so we could talk you into coming. I was actually going to come check on you since you weren’t picking up.”

“Sorry I worried you. That’s sweet,” you said. You took off your wet shoes and shrugged off your coat. Yuto took it and hung it on a hook by the door. 

“We’re glad you came,” Yuto said. He smiled awkwardly and looked at Hwitaek, as if he couldn't think of something else to say. They seemed nervous for some reason.

“Dove!” Wooseok poked his head into the hall from the living room. He grinned and waved at you, obviously excited. You laughed at the enthusiasm.

“Hey Wooseok, how’s it going?” You walked down the hall and greeted him with a high-five.

“Awesome!” he said, eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief as Yuto and Hwitaek joined you in the living room. The rest of the guys were sprawled out across the couch, most of them bundled up to fight against the chill with various combinations of hoodies and enormous blankets. One of them had brought out a comforter and had it wrapped tightly around him so only his nose was visible. You did a double take back to him as you scanned over the room. 

The boy wrapped the blanket tighter and you looked over the room, doing a mental headcount. Hwitaek, Yuto, and Wooseok stood next to you, Wooseok still smirking. Hongseok and Yanan were crammed into the corner of the sectional under a blanket where they’d been looking over Yeoone’s shoulder at something on his phone. Now they looked up to watch you.

“Glad you could make it,” Kino greeted you from his spot on the floor. Shinwon leaned toward him to whisper something in his ear and they both laughed. Finally, your eyes fell on the figure bundled in the comforter again. You frowned, not yet understanding. There was one extra person.

“Did Hyojong come by?” you asked no one in particular. This caused several of them to laugh again. Your eyes widened and you caught a familiar pair of warm brown eyes looking at you from the bundle of fabric.

“Jinho?” you said. Your voice was hardly more than a whisper but the blinding smiles on the guys faces told you they’d heard. The comforter shrouded figure stood and unwrapped himself, setting it aside. “Jinho,” you said again. This time your voice was thick with tears as your hands came to your face.

“Surprise.” He stepped forward to hold you but you were already there, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and pulling him close. In your hurry to hold him you knocked him off balance, forcing him to sit heavily on the couch and dragging you with him. Your knees bumped the frame of the couch as you fell but you didn’t care.

“Woah, are you okay, babe?” he asked, but you couldn’t spare the breath to speak. He lifted you slightly so he could pull you into his lap. He pressed kisses into your hair as you cried against his shirt. He hadn’t even changed out of his fatigues yet. “Hey, it’s okay. Are you okay?” he tried to soothe you but was also clearly a little worried.

“How?” you managed to gasp out, words muffled by his shirt.

“I got discharged a bit early. I wanted to surprise you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’d say you succeeded.”

He laughed with you but you heard his voice break. “God I missed you so much.” You felt a tear fall from his cheek to land in your hair, still damp from the snow. He squeezed you tighter and tucked his face to your neck. The room was quiet except for your quiet crying and Jinho’s attempts to take steady breaths. You heard a sniffle from the other side of the room and decided it was probably Hwitaek. After a moment Jinho pulled away and cupped your face in his palm, still holding you tightly to him with one hand around your waist.

“I love you,” he said shakily, forehead resting on yours.

“I love you too,” you answered immediately. Fresh tears fell down your cheeks but you didn’t care. And then, to your surprise, he kissed you. He wasn’t really one for that kind of PDA, particularly around the guys. Usually the furthest he’d go with others around was holding your hand, or an arm around your shoulders or waist. Your time apart had effectively dissolved any restraint he had though because he kissed you like he meant it. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, it was urgent, expressing all the need he’d felt and all the love he’d been waiting to give you over the last two years. 

“Hey, keep it PG you guys. There are kids here,” Hui scolded as the boys cheered or booed, you couldn’t tell and honestly you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Jinho ignored the younger men, only pulling away when you were thoroughly breathless, cheeks dusted a bright pink. His eyes were still locked with yours and his tongue darted out to taste your lower lip. You blushed even brighter and turned away, suddenly aware that you had an audience. 

“Alright, alright, save some for later. Jeez,” Shinwon teased, trying to play off the awkwardness of the moment.

You laughed, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Jinho, however, was not sorry. He stood, placing you on your feet and pulling you out into the hallway.

“Jinho, wha-” you started, but before you could finish his mouth was on yours again. He pressed you against the wall, body flush with yours. Your hands grasped at his chest and shoulders. You noted the muscle he’d put on while in the military and your mind wandered, hoping you’d get a better look at him later. His hands wandered over your body, reacquainting himself with your curves. When his hands brushed over your stomach you caught his hands, embarrassed at the extra weight you’d put on in his absence.

“The gym wasn’t fun without you,” you explained as he kissed along your jaw. He persistently pushed your hands away, this time his fingers found the hem his hoodie you were wearing and slipped underneath to smooth over your bare skin.

“You're perfect,” he said. His words were muffled as his lips still pressed to your skin, but they still sent a flush of heat through you. He straightened to reconnect his lips with yours, running his tongue along the seam of your lips. You parted them slightly, happy to let him take the lead. His hands slid down to your hips, enjoying how soft you felt in his grasp. After several minutes--or possibly several hours, you’d lost all sense of time by that point--Hwitaek hollered at the two of you from the living room.

“Hey, perverts! Either take it to your bedroom or come have dinner with us civilized folk.” That earned a wave of laughter and several hoots and hollers from the other boys who had been pretending not to listen in the next room.

Jinho finally pulled away, laughing and stealing tiny kisses as he spoke. “I hate to do this, but I’m starving. I’d just barely walked in the door when you showed up.” 

You smiled, bumping his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go eat. We have all the time in the world now.” You turned to rejoin the boys in the living room, but he caught your wrist as you entered the doorway.

“Dove, wait. I want us to have all the time in the world. I never want to be apart from you again. Every morning, you’re the first thing I want to see, and I want to sleep with you safe in my arms every night.”

You smiled softly, giddy with the happiness of having him back and not fully processing what he was saying. “Me too,” you answered. He blinked, not expecting your calm response. He realized you weren’t getting the idea, so he cleared his throat and got down on one knee. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your chest. 

“What I’m trying to say, Dove, is I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and the pieces finally clicked into place in your head. “So, will you marry me?”

Your mind short circuited and you found you couldn’t speak. Instead, you did the next best thing: you started sobbing. Jinho’s eyes went wide and he quickly stood and wrapped you in his arms.

“Babe? What’s wrong? If you aren’t ready that’s fine. We can wait-” he started, alarmed by your reaction.

You pushed away from him to look him in the eye. “No! I- Yes! I want to marry you. I really really want to marry you!” His worry disappeared and his smile warmed you like sunshine itself. He slid the ring onto your finger and held you close again. The guys cheered and clapped around you. Hui was recording it on his phone, looking a little misty-eyed.

“You scared me for a second there,” Jinho said. He ran a thumb gently over your jaw and kissed your forehead. “I would wait as long as you need me too, but I wasn’t sure how I’d survive much longer without you being mine.”

“Jinho, I already am yours.”

“And I’m yours. But honestly, I think I have been since the day I met you.”

Once you calmed down Jinho released you to accept high-fives and hugs from the guys. They all observed appreciatively when you showed off the ring, even though you knew they probably didn’t know an engagement ring from a ring pop. You all settled on the couch and ate pizza, which had almost gone cold. Shinwon busted out some champagne and movie night ended up being semi-drunken noraebang instead. It was an amazing night and you loved the boys for celebrating with you, but you were getting desperate to have some time alone with your new fiance. He seemed to feel the same if his wandering hands and persistent kisses were anything to go by. Neither you or Jinho had drunk half of what the boys did, so as the last of the guys were passing out you turned to him. 

You had to wave Jinho away from your neck, where he’d set up shop, and speak up to be heard over the tragically messy ballad Hui and Kino was determinedly singing. “Do you wanna stay at my place tonight? I’m about ready to head out,” you said.

“Oh god, yes. Let’s get out of here.” He punctuated his statement with an enthusiastic kiss and pulled you to your feet. The last boys standing jeered childishly as Jinho led you out of the apartment and called a cab, but you ignored them. Jinho held your hand as the two of you exited the building and stepped out into the still lightly falling snow.

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who is following/reading this. I know most of you followed for BTS content but I just adore Pentagon and they deserve so much love!! I have a Jimin fic in the works, as well as a couple more oneshot/series ideas for Pentagon and MONSTA X. Please comment if any of those interest you, it really helps me stay motivated to write. Thanks! <3

[gamerwoo]

Jinho: Whispers from the Flowers

Characters: Jinho x gender neutral reader

Genre/warnings: woodland au, fantasy, fluff

Word count: 1,093

Summary: Jinho has a special connection with the flowers, and he often talks with them. One thing they’ve been talking about a lot lately is you, he just didn’t expect he’d get to meet the beautiful human they’d been telling him about.

a/n: all of these were inspired by the concept photos for Pentagon’s new album, and @softseventeens was the one to give me the idea and actually gave me like, half the ideas for the stories :]

Jinho | Hui | Hongseok | Shinwon | Changgu | Yanan | Yuto | Hyunggu | Wooseok

“Really?” Jinho smiled to himself, the sun making his fluffy hair shine brightly as he sat in the clearing, being careful not to disturb any of the flowers around him. He looked over toward the treetops, listening intently to the soft whispers around him. “Oh, are they? That’s some very high praise -- especially considering you’ve always said Yanan is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.”

The flowers continued to talk to him excitedly, trying to describe your beauty as best as they could. They knew that despite Jinho living in the forest and not exactly being human, it wasn’t good for him to be alone forever. Still, they wanted to wait for the perfect person to come along. You’d been visiting the trails for the last two weeks, and they had decided you were it. It was just the vibe you gave off -- they just knew.

“I’ll keep an eye out, then,” Jinho replied, amusement shining in his eyes. “If they’re as beautiful as you say, they shouldn’t be hard to miss.”

So that’s what Jinho did. He was a little more observant when he saw humans walking on the trails or stopping to admire the flowers or take pictures of the wildlife. He waited for the person described to him by the flowers that he took care of. 

A few days had passed by, and Jinho had to admit he was a bit disappointed. The flowers had said you came by on a walk every single day, but you hadn’t been around. He knew they wouldn’t like to him, so what was it? Why did you stop coming?

The flowers tried to keep him from getting discouraged. They were sure you’d come back, but Jinho didn’t know how they could be sure of that. He continued to look out and see if you’d come back, but not as closely.

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You were thankful to be over your allergies finally. Being unable to go on your daily walk was making you feel almost suffocated -- although, the flowers and pollen was probably what caused your allergies to flare up in the first place. Still, now that your sinuses weren’t completely awful, you decided to go back out to the same trails you’d been frequenting for the last two weeks.

Walking through the forest, you took a deep breath of fresh air. It felt like ages since you’d gotten to go outside other than going to and from work. You finally felt like yourself again. You hated being cooped up inside while you tried to stop your eyes from watering and your nose from running. You felt good.

Going along the path, you were distracted by the golden flowers that moved softly in the warm breeze. You stopped and squatted down to admire them closer, always having loved looking at and smelling the flowers. Ever since you were a kid, it was something you loved to do.

Maybe that’s how the flowers knew you were the one for Jinho.

Your eyes moved away from them, seeing a shadow out of the corner of your eye. You looked over and just barely caught the movement of the bushes, your heartbeat going faster. Was it an animal? A murderer? You weren’t sure, but you could hear whispering coming from whatever or whoever it was.

It was stupid, but something inside you compelled you to follow the whispering. You stood back up and slowly made your way to the brush you saw the shadow go through, pushing through it cautiously until you found yourself squinting against the sun.

There was a clearing before you, the warm sun beating down on the field of flowers there. Off to the right was what seemed like a boy, sitting down in the grass as he whispered seemingly to himself. You could only see his silhouette, but you could tell even from the side of his face that he was beautiful despite the dirt smeared on his cheek.

“They’re even more beautiful than you told me,” he was whispering, his head leaning down toward the flowers. “Why didn’t you--”

Jinho froze, hearing what the flowers were saying. He slowly turned his head to the right and saw you standing there, hands still out to your sides to keep yourself from getting hit with leaves.

He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t expect you to catch him, but he knew he had to say something now that you were here. But what could he say? He wasn’t like you -- that must’ve been clear enough just from seeing him whispering to the flowers. Then again, maybe you thought he was just talking to himself. Or would that make him seem crazy...?

“Hello,” he finally said, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear.

“H-hi...” you stuttered out.

He stood from where he was sitting, walking slowly toward you to show he wasn’t going to do anything to you, “My name’s Jinho.”

You weren’t sure why, but you found yourself walking toward him at the same slow pace, quietly replying, “_____.”

Jinho’s face broke into a smile, “_____. That’s a lovely name.”

“Were you just...talking about me?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Oh...did you hear that? I was, um... Well, I was talking to...the flowers, actually...”

“The...flowers?” you asked.

“I keep them healthy. We’re friends,” he shrugged like what he told you was perfectly normal.

“And...the flowers have spoken about me?” you assumed from what you’d heard him say.

“A lot,” he admitted sheepishly, his face blushing red as he glanced down at his bare feet. “They told me you were beautiful, but...you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Jinho’s eyes met yours when he complimented you, and now you were the one blushing. You weren’t even sure what Jinho was, but he had you absolutely flustered. Nobody had ever called you breathtaking before.

The odd boy scratched at the back of his head, his eyes leaving yours as he let out an awkward laugh, “I know I’m kind of odd to most humans -- I’m sorry. I’ve just never met anybody like you. I mean, the things the flowers have told me... Y-you’re just special, y’know?”

You still didn’t quite understand what Jinho was talking about, but you also knew it wasn’t something you could understand just yet. You’d only just met him, and you knew if you really wanted to understand, you’d probably have to meet him again.

And you were okay with that idea.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a warm smile, “I’ve never met anybody like you, either.”