#kang younghyun fanfic

[lxvemaze]

彡why can't i hate you?

pairing' young k x reader

genre' angst

warnings' good relationship gone bad, reminiscing about past relationship, reader is still in love with younghyun, flashbacks written in italics, based off of "i loved you" by day6

wc' 1.6k

a/n' i listened to "i loved you" at least forty times back-to-back yesterday, so i decided to write a fic about my bias based on the lyrics 🙏 is anyone gonna read this? ofc not. am i still gonna post it? yes ofc

You hated him. God, you hated him. If your mother had heard you say that, she would’ve scoffed and told you, “Hate is a strong word.” But you thought it wasn’t strong enough. Scrolling through the Google drive he had sent you on your last anniversary that was filled with all the old pictures and videos he'd taken of the two of you on his stupid vintage film camera, you could only think of all the things about him that you hated. You hated his stupid hair that you used to run your fingers through at night, his pointy nose that you used to kiss in the mornings before you left for work, his calloused hands that used to hold you with such warmth, his pretty lips that once told you that he couldn’t imagine living without you, that he would love you till the day he died. The same lips that told you he didn’t love you anymore.

“I just…can’t do this anymore.”

You stood still in the kitchen of your apartment, your hands frozen as they still held the potato you were peeling as you prepared dinner for yourself and your boyfriend of six years. It was Friday night, which meant that Younghyun had come over for dinner, as he had nearly every Friday for the past six years- barring the times he’s been on tour. When he’d arrived at your apartment, you could tell that something was off. You’d just assumed that he’d had a bad day, or was just tired. You never would have thought that he’d be telling you this. Not after you’d discussed engagement rings just last week.

“What are you trying to say? You’re just breaking up with me? Did I do something? Did I say something?”

He shook his head with his face in his hands as you rambled on, questioning what could’ve possibly made him say these things to you. He looked up at you, both of you looked a wreck, tears in your eyes and noses running.

“It’s not that. You…You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why? What happened? Why now?”He took a deep breath as he took in your disheveled state. The tears from your face had fallen onto your pretty powder blue sweater, and he fought the urge to smile at the thought that even after all the years you’d been together, all the fights you’d had, all the times you’d seen each other at your worst, you still tried to look pretty for him. But as sweet as that thought was, it still couldn’t change how he felt.

“I don’t know. I just…I don’t know how else to say it. But I just…” He took another breath to steady his shaking voice, “I just…Don’t love you anymore.”

You hated how he never gave you a reason. Even after crying and begging, he couldn’t tell you. And maybe you said some things that you shouldn’t have, maybe telling him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again was going too far. And maybe it was a lie.

After he left, you found that he’d blocked your number, your socials, everything. Just like that, he erased you from his life. You resented him for that. After he left, you went numb for a few weeks. It was like your whole world had ended, like everything had lost all its meaning. Your mom came by almost every day to check on you, and of course to tell you that she never really liked Younghyun, that she just wanted you to be happy, and you’d be better off without him anyway. You hated how she talked about him.

After a while, you decided to pick yourself up and go about life as if he never existed. You threw out all the things he’d left at your apartment over the years, including the plant he’d given you as a housewarming gift when you first moved in. You tried to forget him, forget the time you spent with him, the trips you went on, everything. It was hard when your coworkers and friends would ask about him, when your cousin asked if you were bringing him to the upcoming family reunion, when the little old lady that lived in the apartment next to yours knocked on your door to ask if he could carry her new coffee table up to her apartment.

You were doing well at forgetting his existence. It had been almost three months, and your apartment had been scrubbed clean of any trace of him, all his photos had been deleted from your camera roll. But while you were sitting on your computer in your home office, scrolling through your Google drive to try and find an old work project that you needed to reference in a new report, you came across his last anniversary present to you. You couldn’t stop yourself before you clicked on it. Looking through all the old photos and videos of the past six years, you felt nothing but resentment as you saw his smiling face in the thumbnails.

You must have been scrolling for at least half an hour before you stopped at a certain video, the thumbnail bringing up a particularly harsh memory. You hesitantly clicked on the video, and the sound of your own laughter flooded from your speakers.

He’d really outdone himself this time. When he’d asked you a month ago what the number one place to go on your bucket list was, you immediately told him “Vienna”. You’d wanted to go ever since you were a little kid and you’d heard the BIlly Joel song of the same name coming from your dad’s record player. Little did you know that he’d take you there as a surprise for your fourth anniversary.

You giggled in glee as you looked out across the beautiful river that you’d always longed to see. You turned to see Younghyun pointing his camera at you, grinning as he observed your reaction. 

“Are you filming me?”

“How could I not?” He laughed as you playfully swatted at the camera, pulling the neck of your sweater over your face so he couldn’t film it. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help it.”

You stilled and smiled as he reached one hand out to grab your own and drag it away from your face, the neck of your sweater falling back into place at your collarbone. He pressed your knuckles to his lips before turning the camera so the both of you were in the frame. You wrapped your arms around each other, his arm that was not holding the camera coming to rest across your shoulders. You reached one hand up to grab his hand that rested on your shoulder, while your other hand went to the back of his neck, your fingers lazily playing with the soft brown hair that you loved so much.

The two of you smiled at the camera for a moment, listening to the river lazily flowing as the sun set behind you and the crisp autumn air blew through your hair. Younghyun turned to look at you, his eyes scanning over your features, smiling lazily as you turned to meet his gaze. 

“What?”

“Nothin’. I just love you.”

You grinned as you bounced on your tippy toes to leave a quick gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “Really?”

He shifted his arm that rested across your shoulders downwards so it wrapped around your waist, his hand playing with a loose string at the bottom of your sweater. “Yeah…You know, I can’t imagine living without you.”

You blushed and buried your face into his shoulder, his hand tightening around your waist. “Younghyun, you can’t just say things like that.”

He grinned and pressed his lips to the top of your head, “It’s true, though. I’m gonna love you till the day I die.”

You pulled away briefly to look up at his face, which was smiling warmly down at you, his eyes filled with nothing but fondness as they met your own. You narrowed your eyes at him, looking up at the camera and back to him.

“...You’re not about to propose to me are you?”

He let out a laugh before bringing you in closer, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before burying his face into your hair. “No, not yet. It’s coming, though.”

You looked up at him again, the look of love on his face told you that he was telling the truth. “I’ll be waiting.”

You didn’t feel the tears that had been cascading down your cheeks until the video had ended. You hated him. You resented him. You never wanted to see him again. So why were you crying? Was it because you wasted six years of your life? Was it because you felt lied to? Why were you wasting your time crying over a man that didn’t love you? Over a relationship that was never meant to be? Why did it hurt so much?

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

But as your tears started falling harder and soft sobs escaped your mouth, you knew the truth. You didn’t hate him. You never hated him. You loved him. You knew deep in your heart, that you really did love him. You loved him so badly, it made you hate him all that much more. No matter how many times you tried to erase him from your memory, or how many times you tried to forget the love that he gave, or the time you spent with him, you knew you never could. Because you loved him. And deep down, you always would.

[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

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[shibuinni3]

Love Alarm

02/11/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Yoon Dowoon e Kang Younghyun, Day6.

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[itstheoneshot]

December 17: Mittens - YoungK

“But oppa,” You complain, “I wanna touch you.”

Your partner loved to tease, and he knew how much you loved to touch him when he is this close to you. The cuffs he brought home had hand-coverings attached, basically leather mittens, rendering your hands useless, and leaving you at his mercy.

“You’ll get your turn,” He replies, “But I want you screaming first.”

All you can do is watch, as Younghyun’s fingertips trail down your bare stomach to your hips, and you try your hardest to keep your complaining to a minimum. You know that he will stay true to his words, and relinquish control once he is - and you are - satisfied.

“Please,” You beg, toes curling as you try to stay still, “Don’t tease me, come on.”

He smirks up at you, before leaning down to press soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for what is to come.

You.

You will be… many, many times.

———

31 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

[ourlordandsavioryoungk-blog]

Hot Chocolate | kyh

KangYounghyun/YoungK/BrianKang Oneshot

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Language?? But it’s pretty PG.

When you walk into the coffee shop, you're immediately hit by the warmth. You notice the dimly lit lights, the empty tables, the soft indie music playing quietly over the speakers. You notice how it's the complete opposite of the bustling life outside in the cold November weather. You also notice the smell of hot chocolate brewing behind the back counter.

“Be with you in a second,” the barista behind the counter yells without looking up from his order. You stand at the register patiently, opting to pull out your phone to make the wait go by faster. After a few minutes you hear a “What can I get for you?” causing you to look up.

And when you do, you're floored.

Shit, he’s beautiful, you think. The most beautiful, fierce, feline eyes are staring at you expectantly. Don't just stand there, give him your order!

“Uhm, I'll get a small hot chocolate please,” you say, rather shakily. “Alrighty,” he replies while scanning the screen in front of him. While he rings in your order, you can't help but stare. From his carefully styled raven black hair to his perfectly pointy nose, he was perfection.

You almost don't hear him when he gives you your total, brought back down to earth when his sharp eyes meet yours. You stand there for a second before realizing he’s waiting on you to pay. You hurriedly look down and start digging into your wallet for your card. When you look up again, he's looking at you with a quizzical brow and an upturned smirk, almost knowingly. You give him your card while keeping your eyes down, not daring to make eye contact.

After swiping your card and giving it back, he turns to the various stacks of upside-down cups and gets started on your hot chocolate. While he's making your drink, you get lost in his features once again. God, how can one human be so gorgeous? Honestly, what normal person has hair that nice? Does he use mousse to get those waves? And that body? How can someone look so angelic and so sinful at-

“You don't have to wait at the counter,” you quickly avert your eyes from his ass and to his face to find him already looking at you. “I can just bring it to your seat,” he says with yet again another smirk.

Shit, he knows. Shitshitshitshit.

“Uh, I- Uh, I actually just wanted it to go,” you stumble out.

Saved by the bell, the machine in front of him dings and he brings his attention back to your drink. He pushes the button and starts filling your cup with the brown liquid and you're saved for a few seconds. For the first time since you walked through the cafe door, you're not focused on the gorgeous barista and instead focused on the delicious smell of hot cocoa. After finishing your drink, he puts a lid on your drink and turns to walk back to the register you’re standing opposite of.

“Here you go” he says with a tight-lipped smile as he holds your drink out to you. You grab it and hastily turn on your heels. “Have a good day” you squeak out, walking like hell for the door. You're just about to break free when you hear a “Wait!” over your shoulder, making you pause in your tracks.

You take a deep breath before slowly turning to see the cute barista leaning with an elbow against the back counter and- you guessed it- another smirk spread across his lips. His eyes are mischievous this time, and you anticipate that what he’s about to say is going to ruin you.

“On a scale of one to ten, where do you think my ass falls?”

Your head falls back with a slight chuckle and he stands up straight, walking around the counter towards you. “Cause honestly, I’ve always thought I had a strong seven, maybe an eight on occasion, but I don't know. I've always thought of myself as a Kim but maybe I'm just a Kendall.”

He’s only a few steps away when he stops, towering over you. The way he’s looking at you, with his small crescent eyes and blindingly bright smile, you could faint. You break free from his trance, turning towards the door and feigning annoyance by rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Before turning the knob, you’re stopped once again when he says lowly, “My name’s Younghyun.”

This time when you turn, he’s only a few inches from you, smile much softer, but still there. You can hear your heart pounding, and you're pretty sure he can hear it too.

“Y/N,” you reply. He repeats your name and lets out a breath, still sporting that beautiful smile, still sporting that twinkle in his eye. You could get used to this, you think.

Your moment is broken by the door opening, a man outside the threshold silently begging for you to let him into the warm shop. Younghyun greets the man and quickly walks behind the counter while you're blurting apologies, both of you equally flustered. After apologizing a hundred times, you rush out of the shop and back into the cold.

You curse as you walk down the street to your apartment, trying to keep your winter coat as tight to your body as possible and taking sips of your drink every now and then. When you get to your building, you carefully use your free hand to pick your keys out of your purse and let yourself into your apartment. You plop straight down on the couch, studying the hot chocolate in your hand and thinking about the cute barista, Younghyun.

Younghyun.

You spin the cup in your hand round and round, thinking of the fairy lights wrapped around the menu board, they way they brought out the hues of brown in his eyes, the way his hair shined in them. You're snapped out of your reverie when you see writing peeking out from under your  fingers placed on the cup. You move your hand around to the back of the cup and bring it closer to your eyes. On the cardboard gripper wrapped around the cup reads:

495-5633

You immediately sit up straight. He was into you? You didn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself? Oh my god, stay calm. He's just a guy, right. Just a nice, funny, beautiful, guy. No pressure, right? Noooo pressure at all.

You pull your phone out of your coat pocket with shaky hands and unlock it, tapping the new message button. Your thumb hovers of the screen. It's not like you don't want to, that's quite the opposite. Is he pitying you? Has he changed his mind by now?

God, just do it already.

You finally type his number in and take a deep breath.

Great, now you just have to type a message. What do you say?

'Hi! This is Y/N, how are you?’

You think on it for a second before backspacing. Too basic. Ummm funny! Try funny.

‘if you were a coffee, you'd be a cutepaccino.’

You immediately backspace. Okay, what the hell was that? After going through a million different options, you eventually settle on something.

495-5633 [Sent 7:13PM]

9.

You stare at your phone for the next ten minutes before placing it on the couch cushion beside of you, deciding to forcibly put your mind on something else. You walk to your bedroom and start doing your night routine, trying to distract yourself. After changing into your pajamas and washing your face, you'd done nothing but watch TV, not daring to overthink the text. The minutes turn into hours and you start to lose hope. Maybe you should've just sent what you’d typed first. He’s probably changed his mind about you.  It's when you're staring out the window and drinking your nightly tea that you hear your phone buzz.

The nerves that had been long gone are coming back in an instant. You run to your phone, stargazing long forgotten. You pick your phone up, though it almost slips from your sweaty palms. Your phone is lit up with only one notification.

1 message from 495-5633.

You unlock your phone and stare at the text displayed.

495-5633 [Received 10:01PM]

Can I ask what that means??

You [Sent 10:03PM]

On a scale of 1 to 10, its a 9. i'd give it a 10, but i don't want to rub your ego any more than I already have.

Younghyun [Received 10:07]

Hahah I'll take it 😂

Sorry I took so long to reply, I just got off work 😭

You [Sent 10:12PM]

Ew. Ur an emoji person.

Its fine, i've only been a nervous wreck for the last 3 hours, nbd.

Younghyun  [Received 10:15PM]

Emojis are staying. Take it or leave it.

You [Sent 10:17PM]

Ugh, fine.

So, do you give your number to every girl that comes in your shop?

Younghyun  [Received 10:20PM]

Haha honestly, no. I know i probably sound like a douche but I just wanted to get to know you and I didn't really have the courage to ask for your number

You [Sent 10:25PM]

Oh, but you had the courage to call me out for looking at your ass earlier? A man of mysteries.

Younghyun  [Received 10:28PM]

Woooow. You know, you're pretty mouthy for someone who couldn't say three words to me without blushing a few hours ago.

And I had reason! You were staring me up and down like a piece of meat. I am a human being you know?

You [Sent 10:31PM]

A man with jokes too! Goodness, you're a Jack of all trades.

Younghyun  [Received 10:35PM]

…. So are you not gonna acknowledge the topic.at hand here or…?

You [Sent 10:37PM]

Absolutely not.

Younghyun  [Received 10:38PM]

Noted.

Care to acknowledge it over lunch then? Tomorrow at 1? The sandwich shop next to my shop is really good

You [Sent 10:42PM]

Lunch- yes. Talking about my embarrassments- no.

Younghyun  [Received 10:45PM]

Fair enough. I’ll take what I can get

Younghyun  [Sent 10:47PM]

LOL i'm gonna go to bed. See you tomorrow.

Brian [Received 10:50PM]

Sweet dreams.

You [Sent 10:53PM]

… Bring hot chocolate

You break your intense attention away from your phone and clutch your mug to your chest, mind going a hundred miles an hour. You set your mug down in the sink and head to your bed, ready to get under the sheets (although you probably won't sleep at all tonight).

The next day when you arrive at the sandwich shop, ten minutes early, Younghyun is in the corner, already seated. Your eyes find his, already looking at you. You're greeted by a hot chocolate and a gorgeous smile, and that smile doesn't leave for the rest of the date. You guys talk about books, movies, how he's a bassist in a band with his best friends, and how you're in love with the stars in the sky, though neither of you know you’ll also fall in love with the ones in his eyes. And when it's time to leave, he walks you to your apartment and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. He does the same thing the next time you meet. And the next. And the next, until it becomes a regular routine. Until his kisses and hot chocolate become as normal as taking the bus every morning or looking at the sky before drifting away every night. And even after winter is long gone and summer brings it’s sunny skies and warm weather, his sweet kisses and hot chocolates are still a constant.

[etherealyoungk]

a rainy day with youngk

pancakes and hugs

the sun filtered through the curtains, lighting up the room. i was in bed, snuggled warmly in the blankets. i could tell by the dimly lit room that it was cloudy and gloomy outside. the air was chilly and cold. i stretched and turned over to see youngk, who was still sleeping. he looked so peaceful, his hair cutely messy. i snuggled in more and brushed a stray bunch of hair from his face. he moved a bit and his eyes fluttered open.

"good morning", i told softly.

"morning", he replied, his voice a bit raspy.

"what's the time?", he mumbled.

"almost ten", i replied.

i don't usually sleep this late into the morning, but since it was cold and the weekend, i gave in. and now come to think of it, i was feeling hungry.

"i'm hungry", i told pouting.

"and?", prompted lazily.

"someone's gotta get up and make pancakes", i continued. "it''s not going to be me so please bring me some nourishment", i finished, trying to do aeygo but failing. he chuckled.

His hand found mine and he weaved his fingers into mine. His hand was warm and soft.

"i could use some nourishment too", he told, placing a small kiss on my cheek. "i'll make you the best pancakes ever", he added and slowly got up.

"yay", i told and he smiled as we walked out of the room.

i rolled back under the covers and grabbed my phone from the side table, checking my messages and social media. the smell of coffee and pancakes wafted into the air and my stomach grumbled at the smells. i got up, deciding to go help him. it was still pretty cold and i was wearing a pretty worn-out full sleeve shirt, so i ransacked his wardrobe for a hoodie and put it on, instantly feeling warmer. somehow oversized hoodies are much comfier.

i walked downstairs and saw youngk pouring some batter onto the pan. i slowly crept up to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping my arms around him.

"i knew you wouldn't be able to resist my pancakes", he said and i nodded.

"they smelled too good!", i replied, hugging him tighter.

"is that my hoodie?", he asked, looking down at the too-long sleeves.

"yup, it's really soft and warm", i added.

"guess what it's made off?", he asked playfully.

"huh? what?", I asked, confused.

"boyfriend material", he replied and i rolled my eyes, nonetheless smiling at his words.

"really, come on", i said, whacking him playfully, before moving next to him and hooking my arm around his.

i took the stack of pancakes to the table along with some other stuff like honey, some fruit, and butter. youngk got the coffee and sat down too. the pancakes he made were really good and i devoured them happily.

"these are really good", i told while chewing.

"you bet they'd be the best ones you've eaten", he bragged.

"you're the best", i said, giving him a thumbs up, making him grin widely. today morning was fun and sweet.

[day6andetcetera]

Stray puppy

Kang Younghyun x g/n reader

Word count: 0.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warning: cringy babytalk, awkward conversations

Author note: finally done with this! The writing is probably bad since English isn't my 1st language but I hope it's cute. Also this is my first fanfic where I'm writing y/n as a 2nd person instead of 3rd person, so feedback about my writing would be appreciated.

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Younghyun thanked the barista for his iced Americano before paying and left the counter heading towards the door. He took a few sips as the cold breeze hit his face while walking to the JYP building. Winter was coming and he was embracing the change. Just as he was about to pass the alleyway in his route he heard a voice. Someone was baby-talking and cooing. He scrunched up his face hearing some of the things being said before smiling.

"Aww look at you, I knew you were hungry-wungry, sorry I came a bit late. That old lady at the cafe was extra cranky at me today for messing up the coffee orders earlier, but it's okay. As long as you have some food in your tummy it's alright."

He turned to inspect the alley and found you in the apron of the cafe he just visited, kneeling down on the ground next to a roughened up pup, happily wagging her tail while eating what seemed to be some leftovers from the cafe. Younghyun walked closer, his footsteps prompted you to look up, wide eyed at recognition. He knows you, you were the cute barista he had seen working at the cafe and you took his orders a couple of times.

“Oh, hi there” you said timidly as you rose to your feet, staring at Younghyun a bit stunned to see him there. The truth is, you have always had a crush on Younghyun from afar, and even took his orders to know his name. “Hello uhm Y/N” Younghyun greeted you awkwardly as he glanced at your name tag. "Yeah that's me" you replied, fidgeting with your hands not knowing what to do next. "Younghyun, right?" You asked to fill the awkward silence and he nodded with a smile as confirmation.

The puppy, noticing Younghyun, ran up to him wagging her tail, barking up at him and jumping around for attention. "Well hello there little guy" he cooed and kneeled down to the ground, placing his coffee cup next to him as he reached out to pet the pup. You were still standing as you were, looking at the pair a bit too fondly for having just met properly. Younghyun looked up at you, “Do you take care of him often?” he asked, tilting his head looking at you. “Well it’s a she, and yeah at least once a day after my shift at the cafe.” you stated as casually as you could as you kept fidgeting. Younghyun nodded thoughtfully and picked up the puppy in his hands, the pup seemed surprisingly clm with the situation. “Wouldn’t it be better to take her in as your own dog? I mean by the looks of it the pup is an orphan and the streets are pretty dangerous for her.” he asked while he looked at her, he got up on his feet and looked at you. Your shoulders slumped at that thought. Heck, even you knew that, but living in a rented studio with a shitty landlord, even imagining taking care of a pet on low wage was difficult. “As much as I’d like to do that though, my landlord is kind of a douche when it comes to pets, also I don’t think I can afford to keep one full time”.

Younghyun frowned at the thought of that, but suddenly came up with an idea. “What if I adopt her? That way she can be safe and get some proper care she needed” he spoke excitedly and that had you dumbfounded. It did make you happy that he would offer that, but also sad that you would not see the puppy again. Younghyun noticed your silence and added, “you can come over at my place to visit sometimes”. Now this really shocked you “What??” you spoke up with a higher pitch in your voice, to which Younghyun raised the puppy in between you two and said “The puppy, you can come over to visit the puppy”. The puppy barked as if in agreement. “Oh, that, yeah that sounds great” you said with an awkward chuckle. “Great, is it okay if we exchanged numbers for this? Only if you’re comfortable” he asked, shifting the puppy into his other hand to retrieve his phone. "Uh yeah sure I guess" you hesitated a bit but gave in considering this is the best excuse you will ever get to get his number.

"Well, I'll see you around Y/N" he said, raising the puppy like a toast and picking his cup up from the ground. "I'll see you too, Younghyun." you spoke as you lightly waved your hand as he left. Younghyun changed his route and headed towards the dorm to drop off the pup with his bandmates, and a smile grew on his face thinking about you.

[dearly-somber]

Viva la Vida | k.yh

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 348

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Coldplay x DAY6 my beloveds <3

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Jan. 16th, 2021 @ 00:29

-> edited. Fri., Jan. 20th, 2023 @ 07:14

You welcomed Younghyun back with a large smile and quick peck on the cheek.

"How'd filming go?" you asked as you hung his coat up for him, giggling when he back hugged you and swayed around for a moment.

"It went well! It was freezing, though. Could you start up the fire?"

"Sure, love. You go grab us some drinks."

He nodded happily and let you go after pecking your cheek to grab some wine. You played some soft music in the background, humming along as you set the logs in the fireplace alight, making yourself comfortable.

"Here you go, m'lady."

You giggled joyfully as Brian handed you a wine glass, clinking them together before taking a sip.

"Come dance with me," you ordered, pulling him up with you and basking in the sound of his laugh.

Swaying around with his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck, your fingers played with the hair at his nape.

"This turtleneck looks good on you. You should wear it more often."

"Is that so?" He smirked, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. His hands traveled down your side. You laughed brightly when he suddenly hoisted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed on the way to the couch. He laid you down, hovering over you as he kissed you to oblivion.

You hummed when he pulled away to nibble at your neck, your fingers intertwined with his hair, gently pulling on the strands.

"Now, now. Not tonight," you muttered after he tried sliding his hand up your shirt, grinning when he whined childishly in response. "Some other night, love. Right now I just want you to hold me."

Brian heaved a sigh but held you innocently, making himself comfortable on the couch. You wrapped yourself around him and kissed his jaw gently.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love me too," Younghyun teased, giggling as you gently smacked his arm. He kissed your forehead and pulled away to look at you quietly, admiring you.

"I love you more, dove."

[kiri-ah]

Fly Me To The Moon k.yh

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A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this drabble for a while now, it’s been on my “to write” list for a hot second. I’m happy to finally get it into the world. For best experience please listen to Brian’s cover of Fly Me To The Moon here!

Maybe moving to this tiny town for college wasn’t so bad. Everything is situated around the campus, so you can get everything you need quickly. You share a dorm with two girls, but you don’t see them much. That’s fine. If they want to be out with their toys all the time and never study or come home, that’s on them. There’s one other reason why you like being alone. Him. He comes underneath your window every night and sings to you. He’s never even spoken, just shows up at 9 PM and sings. If you have all of your lights off and the window closed, he doesn’t make any noise at all. It’s very considerate of him, really. Sort of gentlemanly. 

Most nights he sings songs about love and pining and such. You don’t know most of them, actually, and more than once you’ve wondered if he writes them himself. Tonight comes a song that you recognize from your Grandpa’s playlist. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. His voice comes, warm and smooth, and you feel yourself relax. When he gets to the trumpet solo, you hear the clear notes flat up through the air and you wonder with some shock if he can play trumpet too. It sounds slightly off though. After all this time, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stick your head out the second-story window and look down.

Below you stands a man with short brown hair, eyes closed as he moves his mouth, no trumpet in sight. You realize that he’s making the trumpet sounds with his voice. He looks utterly focused and at the same time utterly relaxed; happy. 

He sings the chorus one last time and holds the last notes for an eternity, it seems. When it finally fades into the air, his eyes open and he looks up at your window. He seems surprised when he sees you there. You suppose that makes sense, since you’ve never looked out at him before. You smile. 

“Y/N?” he calls up. “I’m Brian, I’m in your art history class. I sort of have a really big crush on you, and I was wondering if you would go on a date some time? Maybe?” He smiles, hopeful, and you grin back. 

“Sure, Brian from art history. Let’s go on a date some time. Here, let me give you my number.” You make a paper airplane and write your contact information on it, then toss it down to him. It miraculously flies right to him and he snatches it from the air.

“Great! I’ll text you!” He waves and walks to a car parked on the street. You watch him drive away as you hum to yourself. 

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

@kunrengui​

[shibuinni3]

Kang Younghyun, O Vampiro.

15/10/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Kang Younghyun, Day6.

Link; ☁️

[lunnanunna]

I’m the Best

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] It’s Parker’s first stream, and Jae’s on it so it’s bound to get loud.

Warning: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite​ @poutypoutybin​ @sunflower-0180​

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A/N: Was taken place before Jae decided to stop streaming. This was requested, which is why I wrote it. Parker, Sam, Lexi, and Bao are written by request, and seeing as I have time this week, send in any requests you have for them. 

Requests are open! Please like, leave a comment, or send an ask. Doing any of these things is one more reason for me to keep writing.

“Okay guys, I’d like to introduce the newest member of Day6 that will now be on Twitch,” Jae spoke into his mic, looking at the camera.

“Hiya,” Parker greeted as she turned her camera on. She waved and grinned at all the comments flooding in. Parker was honestly surprised to see so many people joining her first stream.

Ollie, Yoori, and Jae finally convinced Parker to open up her own Twitch account, and here she was, being introduced in one of Jae’s streams.

“It took so much convincing, but I got the child on here,” Jae nodded proudly.

“Ollie and Yoori were the ones who did more of the convincing. Jae just offered to buy me food,” Parker pointed out, smirking.

“It worked, though. Didn’t it?” Jae shrugged, looking into the camera.

“This is true, but you better actually follow through,” Parker glared at the screen. She then looked at her second screen where all the comments were coming in. Chuckling she read one of them out loud.

“Jae get her something delicious!”

“Alright, alright. What do you want?” Jae rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

“Can you order that vegan kimbap from that restaurant that Brian found?” Parker asked, reaching for her strawberry smoothie.

“Sure. I think I have it saved here,” Jae spoke as he looked through his phone. “Want anything else?”

Parker shrugged, but then answered out loud when she saw that he wasn’t looking. “Surprise me.”

“You’re actually pretty easy to please as long as it’s vegan, so I gotchu,” Jae snorted.

“Okay then while we wait for the food to get here, how about we start up a game?” Parker suggested, already pulling up Mario Kart. They had decided to start off with this game, then see where it’d take them.

“Sounds good,” Jae said as he put his phone back down, “The food should be by your place in about half an hour.”

“Perfect! Dowoonie will probably bring it in for me,” Parker smiled, setting up the code and sending it to Jae.

“Must be nice to have your very own servant,” Jae sighed, shaking his head.

“Hey! He’s my best friend, not my servant. He’s just a sweetheart!” Parker defended, wishing Jae was next to her so she could punch him in the arm.

“Sure,” Jae quriked a brow at her.

“Whatever,” Parker rolled her eyes, then muted herself as the game loaded. “Such an annoying human,” she spoke into the mic for her viewers to hear. The Aussie chuckled as they laughed with her.

“You better not be talking crap about me! I’ll know,” Jae warned Parker.

“I always talk crap about you,” Parker snarked once she was unmuted then stuck her tongue out.

“Real mature,” Jae rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Parker said, smugly.

The two silently went through their character lists and then chose what karts and modifications they wanted, then after a game of rock, paper, scissors, Parker got to choose which track.

“What’s the point of you picking, if you always end up picking at random?” Jae threw his head back in annoyance.

“It’s so I can get that exact reaction from you, my friend,” Parker cackled.

As the first race began, Jae and Parker focused on their tasks, but soon the oldest started talking again.

“So, Parker, what’s your streaming gonna look like? Schedule, games, etc.?” the guitarist asked.

“Well, seeing as we’re still prepping for some things, it might not be too often, but after all that is set, it’ll probably once a week? How’s that sound guys?” Parker directed the last question towards the viewers.

Taking a quick peek at their comments, Parker saw that they liked that idea. She smiled, holding a quick thumbs up then focusing back on the controllers

“As for games, I play anything and everything. So you guys can suggest. I’ll probably even make a roulette type thing with different games on them and let fate chose,” Parker nodded at her own idea.

“I seriously hate playing with you! Like why are you so good?!” Jae yelled as he fell off the track and had to wait to be placed back on it.

“Simple. I’m just the best. Always have been. Isn’t that right, guys?” Parker winked at the camera, resting her chin on her palm.

Jae snorted, then screamed when Parker launched a squid. “The ink!”

The maknae cackled as she advanced to the finish line. “Hell yeah!” she cheered, doing a little dance.

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m getting hyped now. I’m not letting you win. I’m not letting her win,” Jae repeated the last bit to his viewers.

“As if he could ever win,” Parker smirked at her own viewers.

A knock came from her door, and Dowoon popped his head in. “Soo, your food,” he said, scurrying in. He smiled quickly at the camera, and Parker snorted as his hood was completely covering his head, zipped and tied.

“Very nice, Oppa,” Parker smiled.

Dowoon saluted, then shouted, “Hey, Hyung!” then ran out.

“I didn’t even get to say hi,” Jae pouted.

“Oops,” Parker shrugged as she opened her food. She smiled at the kimbap and veggie rolls, along with another one of her favorite smoothies, this one being mango.

“Did I do good?” Jae asked, arms folded over his chest, smirking.

Parker, who was mid bite of her veggie roll, sent a thumbs up, cheeks filled to the brim. “Mm-ood-mf,” she tried answering.

Jae rolled his eyes. “Finish chewing,” he waved her off.

Parker nodded, but instead of talking after she was done chewing, she took another bite, this time of the kimbap.

Jae chuckled then after sending a sneer towards Parker, started the next round.

“Yah!” Parker protested, obviously not ready. She choked a bit on her food, and Jae just snickered. “You’re going down, Park Jaehyung!” Parker dropped her food to pick up her controllers again.

“Where’s the respect?” Jae asked, laughing.

“There’s never respect in Mario Kart, you made that abundantly clear,” Parker as she hollered, zipping past him.

“How?!”

Parker then started singing I’m The Best by 2NE1. She could definitely get used to streaming.

Parker’s Masterlist

[got-svt]

brontide

pairing: kang younghyun (young k/brian) x reader genre: angst word count: 668

Younghyun should’ve known something was wrong when you no longer greeted him when he came home to your shared apartment after a busy day. It started a few days ago. The first time it happened, he had gotten back around midnight. Younghyun told you not to wait up for him, but part of him still hoped that you did. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel selfish when it comes to you. 

“Yn! I’m home.” Younghyun smiled, kicking off his shoes at the front door, eagerly waiting for your voice to call back to him or for you to jump from the sofa with drowsiness evident in your eyes. His smile fell when he was met with nothing but silence, lights off and darkness engulfing every crevice of the apartment. But he only sighed, thinking he would try again tomorrow. 

He never lost his habit of calling out to you the second he walks past the threshold, always waiting for your reply with an expectant smile; a reply that never came, and will possibly never come again. 

The final straw for you, however, came a few weeks ago. You were dressed up in your best outfit for a date that never showed. Embarrassing couldn’t even begin to describe the experience of waiting over three hours in the most expensive restaurant in the city, multiple waiters asking if you were going to order soon, the looks of pity the other customers gave you. They thought you couldn’t hear their harsh whispers—maybe they meant well, but you knew better than to believe that. You canceled every meeting you had for the day, much to the dismay of your boss, but it was fine. Especially if it meant that you would actually be there for him, maybe he’d be there for you too. You thought this day would be the exception, your anniversary, that you would finally show up for one another.  

You went home that day alone and emotionally exhausted, wanting to crash into your bed and finally relax, only to find your boyfriend asleep on the couch. 

“Please,” Younghyun pleaded that following morning, grabbing onto your wrist as you turned to exit the apartment, “don’t leave.”

You couldn’t break up with him, not when you saw the tears streaming down his face or felt the tightness of his grip. Reluctantly, you nodded. Both of you weathered tougher storms than this. You were going to forgive him, even if you had to force yourself to. 

But the cracks in your relationship revealed itself months before that night, when both of you began choosing everything else but the other person. You had a report to finish writing. He had a song to finish composing. Your best friend wanted to hang out this afternoon. He was going out with his bandmates. Maybe tomorrow, what about next weekend? Dates were pushed further and further back until neither of you bothered to follow up on it. But you loved each other, surely that must be enough? 

Younghyun entered your apartment drenched from the rain. The weather report from this morning warned him about heavy rain, but he didn’t bother bringing an umbrella—especially when the sun shined so brightly that afternoon. All he wanted now a warm shower and to have you in his arms. He found you in your bedroom, sleeping soundly on your side of the bed. A smile tugs at his mouth at the sight of you at peace, moving to lie down beside you. The rain had only fallen harder since his arrival, in the distance a crackling sound threatened to rattle your peaceful slumber and quick flashes of light momentarily lit up the room through the windows. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, but you subconsciously moved away—retreating to the edge of the bed. 

It was only then he knew a storm was coming, and he was unsure if it was the kind the both of you could get past. 

brontide (n.) — the low rumble of distant thunder

part of the lover’s dictionary

[wulfies-kpop-fanfics]

Yellow Umbrella → Kang Younghyun

↳  Pairing: Brian/Younghyun x Reader

↳  Word count: 697

↳ Notice: Based on How I Met Your Mother. Can/Will count as spoilers for the show!

⁙  Summary: Standing on a train platform in the rain under your yellow umbrella, your life changes forever.

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Over the years, your yellow umbrella had taken quite an adventure throughout the world. You thought you had lost it forever ago when you were living in Toronto, having forgotten it in your drunken haze, dragged to some club for St. Patrick's day by one of your friends. It was gone for months until it mysteriously reappeared in your apartment around Christmas almost two years later. 

While it wasn't uncommon for you to misplace things, it was strange how your silly bright yellow umbrella had managed to disappear and reappear in your life like that. After moving to Seoul, you had finally managed to keep it with you, now a prized possession and kept close to you at all times. 

You knew in your heart that this umbrella would maybe lead to your own adventure, where the bright yellow waterproof barrier maybe wouldn't leave you behind. So you kept it. 

It had all come to a head when you were standing on a nearly deserted train platform one night, violin case in hand. The rain was plummeting from the sky in thick, heavy drops. You stood underneath your trusty yellow umbrella, listening and watching the tracks for the lights of the train that would take you home. You had enough of drama-filled gigs, deciding to finally resign yourself to joining an orchestra. So much for your solo career.

"Hi there," the timid voice brought you back to the present world, watching a tall man with high cheekbones and a sheepish smile getting pelted with the rain. His red hair was soaked against his face, and you thought he may have been rushing through the storm for a while.

"Oh," you quickly lifted your umbrella in a silent offer. He quickly took it, joining you under its protection and holding the umbrella above you so he could stand up straight. "Hi there, I hope you don't catch a cold!" 

"I think you might have just saved me from one," he laughed, adjusting the way he was standing to give you personal space. As you observed him through the dark, you noticed he had a guitar case strapped to his back. "I liked your performance." 

You blushed. "You saw that? I feel really embarrassed about playing the violin for nine hours in a dead coffee shop," 

"Everyone starts somewhere," he said, smiling down at you. "You're talented." 

"Thank you,'' you had barely known this man for five minutes and he is already making your heart beat rapidly, but your eyebrows furrow in confusion when his smile fades to something akin to realization. 

"Wait a second," he says softly. "This is my umbrella!"

"What? No way, it's mine, I remember buying it!" You begin to laugh, but you quiet down when he shakes his head.

"I left this at my ex's place before I moved to Seoul!" 

Your smile fades a little. "Wait, what?"

"Y-yeah! See, these are my initials on the handle. KY for Kang Younghyun." He pointed to his side of the umbrella, the label pasted on clear as day. 

"But here are mine, (Letter) (Letter) for (Y/N) (L/N). I lived in Toronto up until two years ago." You're looking up at him with your finger on your own label when the epiphany also dawns on him. "Although, I did lose it for a while," 

"At a dance club on St. Patrick's Day… that's where I found it!" He beams at you, realizing the amazing chance that this all could happen. "You're Jessica's roommate," his voice is soft, memories coming back to him. There's something in his eyes. As if he had found something he had spent his entire life searching for.

"Yeah, I… I left it there," 

"And you never thought you'd see it again," Younghyun said softly, his tone nearly like a guess, looking you right in the eyes. 

"I never thought I'd see it again," you repeated. A thought entered your head as you both looked at each other, "funny how… you just… find things." 

Younghyun listened to you, and it took a few seconds before he spoke again. He took in a deep breath and smiled shyly, "hi," 

You giggled quietly. "Hi."