#kdrama drabbles

[suiana]

you guys. yandere! kdrama bully harem x american transfer student! reader.

imagine transferring to a south korean school/college because of your parent's job or something. you don't really care much, knowing you'll most likely be a loner due to not speaking the same language as the other students.

what you didn't expect was to immediately get cornered by a group of bullies right after your first class.

they act like the typical kdrama bullies, mocking you in korean as they pour milk over your head. you don't understand anything they say, staring up at them like a doe in the headlights before frowning.

"what the- what did i ever do to you guys?"

they snicker, recording your reactions as they talk back in korean. of course, you don't understand anything. you don't speak korean.

you were going to let this slide so you could have a peaceful rest of your life here until... they forcefully tugged on your hair and shoved their phones in your face. damn it, the lights were so bright!

gritting your teeth, you smack their hands away and grip the strap of your bag tightly. how were you going to make them understand you wanted nothing to do with them?!

ah...

that's right...

the universal language of violence.

you pull out a gun from your bag, immediately pointing it at them as you cock the rifle. oh yeah, of course you brought your gun. why wouldn't you? how else would you protect yourself?

"뭐라고?!"

"oh yeah, you're scared now huh?"

you wave the gun in front of their face, glaring at them before you snicker.

"yeah, that's right. if you guys don't stop i'll blow your brains out. have you forgotten i'm american huh?"

you threaten, pointing the gun at them. you watch as they slowly back away, eyes all wide and shaky as they put their hands up in a surrender pose.

"n-no violence... okay? we... we just joking!"

"yeah and i'll just be joking when i shoot a bullet into your leg."

"씨발-"

"oh you're gonna curse me now huh? you think you're so tough?"

"no no! sorry... we go."

you watch as they quickly disperse, leaving you by yourself all drenched in milk. you merely roll your eyes, keeping your gun away.

damn bullies. they think they're all tough and shit. hopefully you never see them again.

...

the next day they all come crowding you like a group of lost puppies, giving you money and trying their best to communicate.

what the hell?!

[niki-phoria]

and i wonder / when i sing along with you / if everything could ever be this real forever

pairing: cha hyunsu x gn!reader genre: fluff (?) word count: 747

notes: (cw: mentions of blood/nondescript injuries) i have not seen anything past s1 so apologies if this is ooc or for any canon divergence !! not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from foo fighters - everlong

CHA HYUNSU IS BLOODY. it stains his skin and clothing, seemingly painting the world around him in a sea of red. he doesn’t know if it’s human. he doesn’t know if it’s his. 

his hands tremble as he continuously turns them beneath his gaze. fresh cuts and new bruises litter his knuckles. hyunsu can’t remember where they’re from. holes litter his sweater, allowing the cool breeze to meet his bare skin. goosebumps arise against his skin, making him shiver. 

“hyunsu?” a soft, familiar voice forcibly breaks him out of his daze. he freezes in place. was he hallucinating? 

hyunsu blinks, disoriented. his head spins. you stand before him, a few meters away. your clothes are unfamiliar and oversized - likely stolen from some department store or borrowed from another survivor. a layer of dirt stains the fabric, though neither of you seem to care. 

hesitantly, you take a step forward. there’s no fear in your movements, only caution - as if he’s a stray animal you’re afraid of scaring off if you move too quickly. your voice is just as calm and steady when you say, “you’re bleeding.” 

hyunsu remains still. he watches your every movement as you slowly close the distance. his fingertips grip the fabric of his oversized sweater, anxiously tugging at the stray threads near the ends - a nervous habit he had picked up during high school. hiding his bruised hands was easier than fielding questions about why he was hurt. 

you only stop when there are mere centimeters between your bodies. hyunsu is almost sure you can hear his heart beating erratically in his chest and each shallow breath filling his lungs. his breath hitches when your fingertips brush against the fresh cut in his bottom lip. though already healing at a rapid pace, the wound still stings slightly at the contact. “does it hurt?” you whisper. 

“no.” hyunsu swallows, shifting nervously beneath his gaze. “it doesn’t.” 

you don’t believe him. hyunsu can immediately tell; from the way that your lips curl into a soft frown and how your gaze lingers on the cuts littering his skin for a little longer than necessary, you’ve never been the best liar. especially not to him. 

“y/n,” hyunsu hesitantly reaches up, wrapping his hand around your wrist. his skin is warm against your own. his thumb brushes against your knuckles, tracing against the days-old bruises that linger there. a fresh feeling of guilt curls into his stomach before he pushes the thought aside. 

his eyes are that ever-familiar shade of deep brown when hyunsu’s gaze meets your own. they shine like honey in the sunlight. “i’m okay. i promise.” 

your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you take a shaky breath. your hand slips from hyunsu’s grasp to reach up. his breath catches in his throat - the breath inexplicably stolen from his lungs. his heart rate speeds up in his chest, much to the enjoyment of the voice in the back of his head.

hyunsu resists the urge to shy away when your hand brushes against his cheekbone. your fingertips trace against bloodstains, both new and old. “i know,” you smile softly. “but no amount of super-healing will ever stop me from worrying about you.” 

if hyunsu didn’t know any better, he would have called you a liar. the words hang heavy in the air. it feels like his heart has skipped a beat in his chest. it feels foreign to him - someone caring. it had been months since he had any interaction with a person who didn’t just want something from him; it had been years since he was given any semblance of kindness. 

he remains still, all but frozen in place when you step closer, hesitantly wrapping your arms around him. squeezing his eyes shut, hyunsu hides his face into the crook of your neck. your hands gingerly rub against his back, careful not to disturb any possible injuries any more. shivers run down his spine whenever your fingertips ghost against his bare skin through the holes in his sweater. 

“i’m here,” you whisper, so soft that hyunsu nearly misses it entirely. his fingers curl into the fabric of your t-shirt, keeping his body pressed closely against your own. “it’s okay.” 

tears prick at the corners of his eyes before hyunsu blinks them away. he takes a shaky breath, clinging to you a little tighter as he ignores the mocking voice in the back of his mind that begs him to ask for more. 

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[nerdofthecentrey]

Hi! Can I ask for cha hyun-su helping his s/o who has a really really bad migraine?

Cha Hyun-Su x Reader with bad migraines

A/N: This is my first request hopefully you enjoy 😊🤞

Genre: Fluff and Comfort

Unedited

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- Hyun-su as much as he hates begging would beg Eun-Hyeok for time away from savaging to be with you.

- Hyun-Su tries his best to aid you in these times. He’ll get you anything you ask for like strong pain medication (if he can find it). Cold or hot cloth for you head. Soup or rice.

- He is extremely protective especially when you’re having migraines. He snaps quietly at the group to be quiet. Nobody ever argues cause they know what’s happening.

- He’ll lay with you in a dim room a candle lit for small comforting light. He even created a small night light out of a food can. It projects stars onto the walls and looks even cooler when you spin it.

- He’ll lay down by your side and only get close if your comfortable. He’ll stroke your hair gently or draw on your hands with his fingers tips.

- You sometimes ask him to tell you stories because it’s better than the hushed groans of the monsters. Every time you have moments like this he always manages to take you away from the sharp pains.

“ Hyun-Cha.” You whisper softly to the boy next to you. He hums in response.

“ Can you tell me story, please?”

“ I’m not sure I’ll be the best but I can try..”

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

☾ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ☽

Hi :3 this is the event I've been eagerly waiting to announce 🙈

Firstly I'd like to start off by saying, thanks to all of you for loving this blog and supporting me all this while^^

I will try my best to answer all of your requests for this event! And with that the rules for requesting for requesting and the prompts will be given below!

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ/ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ

"Who would guess you would turn out to be such a filthy slut?" - Degradation

"Crawl for me" - Pet play

"How many rounds do you think you can go before you turn into a whiny mess" - Overstimulation

"You wouldn't run your mouth like this when I egde you till you're digging your nails into the sheets and begging me like a bitch in heat." - Edging

"Be a good girl and bend over for daddy." - Daddy kink

"Stay still while I fuck your thighs nice and good, Hm?" - Thighfucking

"Don't you just love the marks I leave on your face?" - Face slapping

"Let's see if this throat of yours is as tight as your cunt" - Throatfucking

"Love the way your pretty neck fits right in between my fingers" - Choking

"My belt or my hand? Either way your ass is going to be bruised by the end of the night." - Spanking

"Your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me." - Dacryphilia

"I don't think ___ would mind a little show" - Voyeurism

"The more you beg for me to go faster, the slower I move to torture you." - Teasing

ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"All I wanted was for you to hold me, was that so selfish of me?"

"Everyday I wish – for me to be the one holding you like that"

"Is it too late for me to realise that I'm losing you? Or have I lost you already?"

"I wish I held you while you were still here, so that I could tell you how much I still loved you before you left the world"

"Your words are just pretty decorations for your actions that clearly show I was never the one for you."

"If only you'd understand, it wasn't just a game for me"

"I hope you're never as happy with her/him as you were with me."

"Did you ever care?"

"It's like you never knew me at all."

"All I wanted was for you to stay here with me."

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"My clothes look better on you"

"Kisses with you feel like I just visited heaven"

"If I could, I would hold your hand for every second of my life"

"I wanna spend every night of my life with you"

"I'll never let you go"

"You make me so fucking proud, darling."

"I can't wait to meet you so I can shower you with my kisses and have you back in my arms"

"Being yours has never felt so ethereal than right now"

"A day without you?" *shudders at the thought*

"You wanna talk about your day while I give you a massage?"

Rules for requesting:

Please Mention which genre you're choosing the prompt from before requesting. Ex: #2 from Smut

The groups I will be writing for are ATEEZ, Seventeen and NCT. And the actors I will currently be taking requests for are: Cha Woomin - Song Kang - Kwak Dongyeon - Lee Soohyuk - Byeon Wooseok.

For the Smut Genre: You can mention any kinks which you'd like along with it or any kinks that you will be uncomfortable with (since I will be adding kinks of my own)

Every drabble will be at the minimum word count of 600

I will try to answer as many as requests as possible, please don't feel disheartened if I haven't answered yours.

If you have other prompt (/kinks) requests or a certain trope that you'd like (for any genre) which is not mentioned in the list above – feel free to send it in lovely <3

I will try to post atleast two requests a day (if not more) till the event closes!

If you'd like to be tagged in the event, please comment under this post ^^

REQUESTS: CLOSED.

[mykoreanlove]

Unraveling fate

It is said that humans live a blissful life as souls up in the sky before they decide to incarnate onto the earthly realms. 

Up there everything is effortless and sweet, so perfect that we couldn’t ever imagine it properly. Yet, they decide to give up their eden perfection to come down to earth. Why you may ask?

Because they get bored. Too much of anything is deadly, even if it’s something as precious as blissful love. 

Hence, they make plans to come down to earth in order to play. Some souls are rather boring, whereas other souls are quite dramatic - making up a full play for them to enjoy. They look for other souls to play their part - mothers, fathers, villains or lovers. 

„You’re gonna do this to me and I’m gonna do that to you and we may hate each other for a while but in the end it will be all so sweet“, they giggle while making plots. What they don’t know though is that once their souls incarnate back to earth, they will forget everything they once knew - scheming plans included. 

The states of feeling mighty and powerful get replaced with vulnerability and insecurity, divinity in exchange for humanity.

A deep sigh escaped Eun Woo’s lips as he watched you cry into your pillows for the fifth time this week. 

„What’s wrong?“, his friend asked concerned.

„It’s y/n.“, he answered flatly.

„What about her?“

Eun Woo turned around and mustered his friend, thinking of the right words to predict his dilemma.

„Do you remember when she used to be with us up here?“

His friend nodded silently.

„Back then we made the perfect plan. We created our own drama, so to say.“

„What was it about?“

Flashbacks of those times entered his mind, filling his heart with a deep longing.

„Are you really sure, y/n?“, Eun Woo whispered while placing delicate kisses on your neck.

„Yes. I want to do it like that this time.“, you nodded enthusiastically.

„My love. Let’s go through the plan once more, then.“

„I will incarnate onto earth and live a miserable life. I will fail in love over and over until I can’t take it anymore. I want to discover love as a fragile, little human. I want to understand their pain and their agony. I want to be miserable, utterly miserable. I want to build my own hell and I want to understand how I’m doing it… And then, once I’m ready, then you show up, BOOM, the love of my life - in heaven and on earth and you rescue me from my deep despair and then we can be..“

„Happy.“, he interrupted. 

A big smile formed on your face. 

„Yes. Happy.“

„So, why are you so sad then? The plan seems solid.“, Eun Woo’s friend remarked.

„Somehow it’s not. She did fail in love. A lot of times. But somehow she can’t get past that stage..“, Eun Woo explained.

„How can that happen? Isn’t it written in the stars, like destiny?“

„It should be, yes.“

Both stayed silent for a while and thought about ways to resolve this. 

„Can’t you just swoop in and rescue her?“

He shook his head sadly. 

„Why not?“

„Because she wouldn’t let me.“

„Let you? Aren’t you like… her soulmate?“, his friend asked confused.

„I am. And because of that I will always find my way back to her, heaven or earth, doesn’t really matter. But she’s not ready for me, yet.“

„How can you tell?“

Eun Woo walked over to the shelf where he was keeping his collection of your play. Each act carefully documented, each act waiting for its grand finale. He came back with a heavy book, searching for the right pages.

„Do you know when souls finally find each other?“, Eun Woo asked.

„No idea.“, his friend remarked.

„It’s when they’re ready for one another. Now tell me - do you think this sounds ready?“, he asked as he pushed the book over to his friend.

It’s official - I am unlovable. Seems like everybody and their mother can find the love of their lives but not me. I’m not meant for love. I’m meant for heartbreak. Because that’s what men do - break your heart. First, they use me for sex and then they dispose me like a tissue. Reject me. Abandon me. Block me.

Relationships suck. Love sucks. This is too hard and it always ends in pain. Fuck this shit, I’m going to die alone. Because apparently nobody wants to be with me. Or get to know me. I’m just not someone you fall in love with.

„Yikes“, Eun Woo’s friend flinched. „Gotta give it to her - she does sound like a real human though.“, he drily remarked.

Eun Woo rolled his eyes in frustration. This shit was eating him up.

Even if he descended onto earth now and forgot about all your pain, he would never be able to get through to you. 

„Men really did a number on her, huh?“, his friend asked. 

„It’s what she wanted. Some drama to enjoy our love more. And drama she got…“, he explained sadly.

„So what are you going to do?“

Eun Woo averted his gaze back onto you, watching you from above as you cried and cried and cried. 

„Waiting for a miracle, I guess.“

„Aren’t you tired of waiting?“

„What else am I supposed to do?“, he snapped.

„The plan is already rigged, you said so yourself. Can’t you use that to your advantage and rig it further?“, his friend proposed.

Eun Woo thought for a second - could he really do that? Go against fate like that? 

Your sobs made his stomach churn once again, he had to act, no matter the consequences.

„Come with me“, he demanded as he left the room.

„Where are we going?“, his friend called after him.

„Rigging the fucking plan.“ 

[thefranticfanatic]

Doctor Prisoner ep 13 The Way his eyes glisten when he cries 🥲🥲 My babyyyy. His character development was the best thing in the show without a doubt.

[whumperer-86]

Bad Memory Eraser ep2

Fainted , collapsed because of brain surgery bad memories

[mooniiify]

stress-packing — go kyung jun

requested by: @mattybsgf

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kyung jun was laying on your bed, head propped on the headboard as he toyed with a plushie he’d stolen from your bed — one he’d won for you at the arcade about a year ago. he watched as you walked around your room, hand running through your hair occasionally.

your room was a mess. your pink suitcase laid open on the ground near the bed, stray pieces of clothing and make-up products thrown over as you continued searching for whatever else you needed.

it was the day before your long-anticipated school trip. you were to be at the school to catch the bus at 7:30 in the next morning. kyung jun checked the time on his phone. it was nearing eleven. he would have to start heading home soon, even though he didn’t want to.

“kyung jun, have you seen my hair rollers? i can’t find them anywhere.” you were rummaging through a drawer next to your desk, not looking at him.

kyung jun sighed. “no. i told you not to pack last minute, dumbass.”

“hey, i have a lot of minutes left before we have to catch the bus!” you stood up and moved over to another cupboard. “hah! there they are.” you tossed that on the pile atop your suitcase as well.

kyung jun sighed and stood up, putting the plushie back where he’d gotten it from. he sat on the ground, in front of the suitcase, and sorted through the clothing and non-clothing items, putting them in two neat piles before he moved to fold the first shirt on top of the pile. he furrowed his eyebrows at the familiarity.

“you’re packing my shirt for the school trip?”

y/n was going through her closed again, not looking at kyung jun. “you got a problem with that?”

“tch, no.” he folded the shirt and put it inside the suitcase before moving on to the next one. “the hell you need all those clothes for? we’re going for a few days only.”

you finally looked back. “better safe than sorry!” then your eyebrows furrowed as you finally took in the situation. “are you folding my clothes?”

“what does it look like?”

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. walking over, you dropped your tub of vaseline in the non-clothing pile then crouched down next to kyung jun, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from the side and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

he smiled, turning his head just enough so he can look at her from the corner of his eye. “what was that for?”

you shrugged. “you’re cute.”

kyung jun rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t falter. “never say that in public.”

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just some random thoughts. hope you liked! feel free to send other requests !

[geonwooz]

♡ WHAT DO I DO WITHOUT YOU? — HONG WOOJIN

bf!woojin x gn!reader | wc : 0.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, established relationship, angst if you squint | loki's lines — i had to make an entire new blog bc ik i’m gonna be posting a lot for these boys ToT

“what do i do without you?”

you frowned, watching as woojin packed his bag for another mission.

woojin’s pace slowed as he heard your tone, knowing the waterworks were on their way. 

“y/n, come on,” he softly pleaded, too scared to look at you. “don’t do this now, baby.”

“can’t i come with you?” you asked, pouting as you looked at your boyfriend. “please?”

woojin sighed. “we aren’t having this conversation again, love.” he shook his head. “you know exactly why you can’t come.”

your shoulders slumped at his words, knowing there was no way you could win that argument. 

once upon a time, you too were a part of the squad, but your life as a vigilante was short-lived after you were stabbed during a mission.

now that you look back on it, the injury itself wasn’t serious, but the scare woojin got when he saw all that blood was enough to beg you to never go on missions again.

and not wanting to worry woojin anymore than you already had while you were hurt, you complied with his wish, staying at home instead.

plus, your grandfather, president choi taeho, would probably have your head if you ever went back.

“i’m going to be super careful, babe.” woojin crouched near the bed, holding your hands as a way of assurance.

i’m gonna be fine, i promise; the unspoken words were conveyed through the simple touch.

“but what am i gonna do when you are gone?” you asked quietly, intertwining your hands together. 

“what do you usually do when i’m gone?”

“wait for you to come back.”

hong woojin’s expressions softened, pulling you into his embrace as he hugged you tightly, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.

he smiled as he pulled away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands as he placed a small peck on your lips.

and another, and another, and another.

you couldn’t help but giggle, cheeks still squished against his palms, your gaze holding nothing but adoration as you looked at your boyfriend.

“i’ll come back home safe, y/n. i promise.”

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[jingooism]

nights

han joowon never loses the need to serve his penance. he'll let people abuse his time and work him to the bone before he refuses to help. joowon was always a good officer, but now? now, it was his lifeline, the way he felt like he was helping in his own small way. dongsik would never blame him for it, but recently there's been more nights than not where he's alone on the couch before joowon stumbles in, dead on his feet. tonight is one of those nights.

the boiler had gotten fixed ages ago, the house warm and inviting instead of the old cold and drafty. all the newspapers had been taken off the wall, pictures set in new frames, and plants dotted over every surface. dongsik had found something calming about raising plants, it kept his mind occupied on its worst days. the house was finally a home again, and there was no hesitation from dongsik when he asked joowon to move in. it happened over dinner one night, joowon was cooking, as he usually did, and they were just sitting down when dongsik brought it up.

"you know, you're here all the time," he starts, setting their chopsticks on their placemats. "you've become a manyang boy."

joowon looks up at him, and dongsik has to quell the squeal in his chest, he was still wearing his apron and everything looked so achingly domestic.

"is that a bad thing?" joowon asks, head down, pretending to readjust their bowls on the table. he's still always unsure of his place, unsure where he really belongs. this is when dongsik knows he needs to work harder to make sure joowon understands.

"i didn't say that," dongsik reassures, grabbing joowon's hands to still them from their idle tasks. the action causes joowon to finally meet his gaze. "isn't it tiring? going from gangwon to seoul to here? you look like you haven't gotten a good eight hours in forever," he gently runs his thumbs over joowon's dark circles.

joowon sighs, leaning in to the touch, "it's just what i have to do, dongsik. you know that."

"i do, i understand," dongsik nods. "i don't agree, but i understand."

silence stretches between them as they sit down and start their dinner. he can't think of a better time to ask the question so he just does, too in love with the idea of seeing joowon in his space more.

"what if you moved? here, i mean," dongsik starts. "you did say you wanted to live on the same street as me."

joowon doesn't respond quick enough, leaving dongsik to word vomit out of worry that he's overstepped. "it was just a suggestion of course, the house is more than big enough for two and you'll save money, but i shouldn't have--"

"okay," joowon says softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "if you're that desperate to have me."

"who's depserate?" dongsik scoffs, hooking their ankles together under the table. "you're the one at my house every week," he mutters into his food, cheeks flaming.

so since then, joowon has been in manyang for good. they share a bed, a nighttime routine, everything. he nags at dongsik about cleaning, about his diet, about the way he spreads himself thin. dongsik finds it to be...perfect. but there's always a catch, and that's that han joowon will never be the person at work to ask to leave. he'll stay until he's told to go, which makes for multiple nights a week where dongsik doesn't see him until it's nearly the early hours of the morning.

he's slumped on the couch, the soft glow of the tv and the heat of the blanket lulling him into a sort of half-sleep, tea long gone cold on the table, when he hears the door unlock. he peeks one eye open to the clock, and sighs quietly when he sees 1:00am. he pretends to be asleep when he hears joowon enter the living room, shuffling to kick off his shoes at the front door. there's the sound of a jacket being hung up, and then dongsik feels the couch dip next to him.

"aish, i told you you'll hurt your neck like this," joowon mumbles, pulling the blanket higher on dongsik's neck. dongsik pretends that the action woke him up, and stretches out, draping himself over joowon.

"what time is it?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

"1:00," joowon mutters, knowing he's going to hear it.

"joowon-ah, you let them work you too hard," dongsik says. "it's wrong of them to do knowing you live so far," he looks up at his lover from where his head is rested in his lap. "you have to be able to tell them no."

"it's my job, dongsik," joowon sighs, knowing that some part of dongsik's words are right. "i just..."

"you just want to save everyone you can," dongsik finishes, grabbing joowon's hand to interlock their fingers, placing it on his chest. "and i love that about you, really i do, but you can't do the job if you're not at your best, can you?"

the silence is answer enough. dongsik sits up and tugs joowon to his feet, "let's get ready for bed." he keeps joowon's hand in his own all the way to their bedroom, where he flops down at gestures at the bathroom.

"hurry, it's cold at night now and you're my heater," dongsik smiles, getting under the covers. he's glad he let joowon change their sheets, now they lay in high thread count silk opposed to rough cotton. they were a fortune, but worth it. joowon huffs out a laugh before shutting the bathroom door and turning on the shower. by the time he's finished and crawling into bed, dongsik's eyes have slipped closed, again slipping into a weird half sleep.

he feels joowon pull him to his chest, and sighs at the immediate warmth. a soft kiss is placed on the back of his neck, "i'm sorry, hyung." joowon knows that the endearment is dongsik's weakness, only using it when he needs to be forgiven.

dongsik turns in his arms, meeting joowon's sleepy gaze in the dim light of the room. "low blow, won-ah. low blow," he laughs softly, leaning forward to kiss joowon. "i just miss you is all," he admits. "you moved here and i feel like i see you even less than i did when you lived in seoul."

"i know," joowon replies, arms going tighter around dongsik's middle. he misses dongsik too, thinks about his every minute of every day. the only thing that gets him through the long hours is knowing that dongsik will be waiting for him when he gets home. "i'll try to be better, hyung. i promise," he rests their foreheads together.

"you don't have to be better," dongsik chides. "you're perfect how you are, han joowon. what you need is a break."

joowon hums, "where would we go?" the thought of just the two of them getting away makes joowon smile, and he thanks the lowlight of the room for saving him from looking like a lovesick idiot. "any ideas?"

"i want to go anywhere with you," dongsik says simply, like the words don't immediately make joowon's chest cave in. "but...i do know someone who has a lakehouse not too far away," he whispers. "we can go, just the two of us, and shut in for a few days..."

"what would we do?"

"i'm too tired to talk about what we would do," dongsik wiggles his eyebrows, making joowon laugh quietly. "how about i show you in the morning?" he nuzzles into joowon's neck, soft puffs of warm breath hitting the skin there.

"i'll hold you to it," joowon mutters into dongsik's skin.

joowon feels dongsik's breath even out against his neck and tightens his arms just a little bit more.

if in the quiet of the room dongsik hears a small, "i love you," he keeps it to himself.

[suiana]

(yandere! kdrama bully harem x gn! american reader) (jjk au edition)

peace and quiet.

you were currently waiting for your lecture to begin as people slowly filled in the seats of the lecture hall. it was rather... quiet. quiet but peaceful, you know? you liked it.

a time without annoyances. a time without-

"자기야!"

oh.

you glance at you harem of... annoying admirers before looking back at your table. damn it, they just had to ruin your peace, didn't they?

you try your best to ignore them, to not give them the attention they so desperately craved. i mean, if you did give it to them they'd just annoy you even more so like, obviously you'll just ignore them right?

unfortunately they made it hard to ignore them.

"you! you so pretty! i like!"

"i like uh... burger and sprite!"

"what's your kakao?!"

"hey baby do you want to go on a date? we can ignore all these other bastards and it'll just be us two-"

damn it, these people were so freaking annoying.

clenching your fists, you shut your eyes and try to focus on your breathing. deep breaths. deep breaths. don't get out of control...

"자기야, 사랑해!"

"a-american like uh... sprite? panda express!"

"kakao? kakao?"

"baby you're so attractive. damn, i've never seen someone more gorgeous than you, you know? you just make my mind go insane and-"

ugh! these idiots just would not shut up, would they?!

"the soul mourns the death of a restricted one. you've yet to taste the beauty of freedom. you've entered the dead zone of my shooting range."

instantly, you hear the gasps of your harem as they immediately start mutteeing curses in korean. yeah, serves them right-

"domain expansion, deadeye sanctuary. cursed technique silver barrage."

the entire lecture hall around you suddenly changes and a bunch of guns start to materialize, shooting your harem as they desperately bring out their stands and cursed techniques to counter your attacks.

"씨발- AH!"

"N-No! Panda express?!"

"guh... kakao..."

"simple domain- shit, baby we're sorry! we didn't mean to- stop shooting us!"

yes! feel the wrath of the bullets! that's what you get for messing with an american...

"don't mess with an american... and also, i like raising canes."

you look down as you suddenly feel your stomach growl. oh damn, you're hungry, huh?

"huh, guess it's canes time. and after that i'll get some crumbl-"

yummy in my tummy >w<

[niki-phoria]

사랑 이상의 more / you are my paranormal love

pairing: cha hyunsu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 972

notes: very brief mention of self harm/scars but you really have to look for it, set in s1 bc i'm rewatching the series lol, bringing this gif back bc it's his best look sue me, this is barely proofread pls forgive any mistakes !! title from enhypen - paranormal

dusk is joined by a soft gleam of sunlight streaming in through barred windows. the light does little to illuminate the room. large shadows creep along the walls all around you, though monsters are no longer hidden within their darkness.

the storage room is stuffy; it’s filled to the brim with miscellaneous cleaning supplies and stacks of abandoned file cabinets line the back wall. above you, the building creaks beneath the weight of its residents’ movements, emitting quiet groans of disapproval. the walls do little to block out any noise, allowing occasional thumps and scrapes of the monsters lurking throughout to fill the otherwise quiet room.

CHA HYUNSU looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. like the universe only exists within the palm of your hand. like he’s never seen something so beautiful that it’s impossible to look away from.  

“are you alright?” hyunsu asks quietly. your shoulders just barely brush against each other as he steps onto the plastic crates you’ve arranged into a makeshift seat to sit beside you. pulling his knees up to his chest, he leans his back against the thick concrete pillar in the center of the room. 

“yeah,” you sigh. hyunsu’s heart skips a beat in his chest when you shift closer, leaning your shoulder against his own - gentle, but impossible to miss. “i’m just a little cold.” 

hyunsu hums. with limited power in the building and an apocalypse on the horizon, the air conditioning and heat had been regulated only to be used during emergencies. the nights were freezing, leaving you only with the clothes on your back to keep you warm.

“here,” hyunsu fidgets with the zipper of his jacket as he clumsily slips it off, gingerly wrapping it around your shoulders. it hangs loosely around your frame, threatening to fall off of your shoulders with any harsh movements. 

his fingers nervously curl into his palms, anxiously awaiting your reaction. his nails leave crescent marks indented into his skin. he has to make a conscious effort to relax enough not to break skin.

“thank you,” you smile brightly. tension rolls off of his shoulders in waves with your acceptance. hyunsu’s jacket smells like off-brand laundry detergent when you slip your arms into the sleeves. you can just barely make out the bloodstains on the dark fabric, though you don’t mention them. 

“yeah,” hyunsu takes a shaky breath. the cool night air stings against his now-exposed forearms but it’s nothing he can’t handle. he presses the inside of his left arm closer to his side, turning to face you with a soft smile. “of course.” 

hues of dark purple and blue paint the sky above. the usual hum of crickets has been silenced; it’s replaced instead by the screeches and groans of monsters slinking around nearby. hyunsu stiffens when you shuffle slightly closer to him, just enough to lean your head against his shoulder. 

he can feel each steady thump of his heart beating in his chest. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach, angrily making their presence known. “hyunsu.” his name drips with sweetness like honey when it leaves your lips. 

you reach over, slowly taking his hand into your own. hyunsu remains perfectly still, allowing you to intertwine your hand with his own. your fingertips trace along the grooves of his knuckles, scraping against a stray blood stain he had forgotten to clean. if he didn’t know any better, he would run from the contact. 

“yeah?” he answers. hyunsu’s worries slip away when you give his hand a reassuring squeeze; the pressure is just barely enough to be felt. 

you’re looking at him now, studying his sharp features. somehow, hyunsu feels safe beneath your gaze. “can i kiss you?” you whisper. 

hyunsu’s breath catches in his throat. he blinks once. twice. he waits, long enough for you to take it back, apologies spilling from your lips and your hand leaving his own. 

but you don’t. 

he nods shakily, still almost in disbelief. his eyes flutter closed when you lean in. hyunsu’s lips are chapped when they meet yours. you’ll have to remind him to ask for another bottle of water in the morning. his fingertips trace against the edge of your jaw, hesitantly cradling your face in his shaky hands. each movement is slow and deliberate, as if he’s afraid of making the wrong move and scaring you off entirely. 

time seems to freeze around you. for just a few moments, the world fades away. there are no more bullies to face on the way to class. there are no monsters lingering in the dark. there are no people and their judgemental glares and invasive questions and .

for just a few moments, all that exists is you. your arms snaking around his shoulders. your hand carefully threading through stray strands of hyunsu’s overgrown hair. your lips pressed against his.

he doesn’t dare to pull away until you do. heat floods into his cheeks, spreading across his face and tinting his ears a deep pink. hyunsu’s wide eyes shine even in the darkness as he silently studies your features for any hint of discomfort. “was that okay?” 

you smile softly, reaching up to gingerly rest cup his face in your hand. hyunsu’s face feels hot when your thumb caresses his cheek. “it was perfect.” 

shivers race down hyunsu’s spine when your fingertips trace against the faint acne scars that decorate his face like constellations. he quietly sighs, leaning into your touch and letting you continue your ministrations without complaint. “thank you,” you murmur. 

hyunsu’s eyebrows furrow slightly. he shifts just enough to look down at you in confusion. “for what?”

you tug the sleeves of hyunsu’s jacket up over your hands, toying with the fabric between your fingers. leaning upwards slightly, you press a feather-light kiss against his flushed cheek. “for everything.” 

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[kdrama-stills]

in my dream, i see you in my wishes that never came true

in my dream, i see you clad in the warm embrace of a winter uniform. we parted ways in summer, but in my dream, fate returns in disguise of snow. in my dream, you are standing under your yellow umbrella, firmly on your feet and not on the wheelchair. in my dream, your collected self is waiting to cross the street, and you are not counting.

so i will ask you, how long have i been dreaming? but before that, tell me, love, how long have you been walking alone?

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: IM STILL UPSET, man Korean dramas really know how to fuck you up.Also I’m sorry if I fuck up, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watched this show.

BUT NOT HERE!

This is just gonna be a pure, short fluff fic because he deserves to be happy.

It felt like a knife to his heart, you. The woman he loved, his soul mate had just found out what he was.

A Gumiho, something he tried so hard to hide, something he wanted to keep hidden from you. He was doing his best to stay calm, to keep his emotions at bay but he didn’t want to lose you.His was angry, angry at himself for keeping something this big from you but most of all he was scared.

What would he do if you walked out of his life?

Keeping his head low he did not think he could meet your gaze, he did not want to see the fear and disgust on your eyes so when he felt your hand pet his head his eyes widened with shock.

“Silly man, you think something like this would stop me from loving you.” You whispered, a small smile on your face as you watched Lee’s knees buckle, the man, your nail tailed fox collapse in your arms. His arms wrapping around your waist, hugging you close as he pressed his face into your stomach.

“Y/n.”

His name was barley a whisper on his lips but you knew how much this meant to him. A light chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, it felt so soft between your finger tips.

Closing his eyes, Rang felt like he was enjoying this a bit to much. It felt too good not to enjoy this, you playing with his hair did a wonderful job at calming down but perhaps he was enjoying himself a bit to much causing him too lose control of his glamor to fail. Large ears adorned on top the man’s head, a large tail nearly wrapping around body.

A laugh escaping your lips feeling the fluff of his tail brush your back. You had the sudden urge to touch his ears.

“You can.” Rang murmured, he was avoiding your gaze, his cheeks burning.

Grinning you eagerly reached up to touch his ears. You never thought you could feel something so soft, Rang’s holding you tighter as he kept his face buried into your stomach. This felt good, too good and he was sure he’ll make this up to you later.

After your head pats of course.

[dawnisatotalqueen]

you would bet on it? // min ho x reader

character: min ho

show: xo kitty

tags: frenemies to lovers, gender neutral reader, work place romance

warnings: maybe ooc?? i don't think so but yk, cursing, might have done some heavy self inserting oops

Kitty peaked around a corner, her head darting right and left before she proceeded down an alleyway.

It was just her luck that three boys were standing at a nearby building when they saw her sneaking around. Min ho raised a brow. “What on Earth is she doing?” His words caught Q and Dae’s attention, and they both turned around to watch.

“Maybe she’s just.. Meeting someone?” Dae chuckled nervously, trying to think of a perfectly logical and ethical reason Kitty was sneaking through an alleyway.

Min ho raised a brow. “Or buying drugs. We should follow her.”

Q shook his head, snickering lightly. “You just wanna follow her because you’re nosy.”

Min ho raised his hands in defense. “Sue me– Now let’s go.” He pivoted, going down the same alleway Kitty went down. Dae and Q shared a look before following him.

Kitty walked along for a while, much to two of the boys’ relief, exiting the alley after a short time and heading a way that was much more normal. She was acting oddly suspicious, though.

After some time, she arrived in front of…

A restaurant?

The three boys looked at each other with confused faces before continuing to the entrance.

Kitty walked inside, waiting up at the host stand for a second before you approached her with a grin. “Kitty! Good to see you, you can–” You paused immediately when spotting a very, very amused Min ho.

“You work at a restaurant, seriously?” He chuckled, raising a brow down at you.

Kitty whipped her head around, “Wh– Did you– You followed me?!”

Q and Dae quickly went in upon the realization that Min ho had blown their cover, Dae walking to the other side of Kitty. “We were just worried– You were acting really suspiciously–”

“We thought you could’ve been buying drugs.” Min ho grinned.

Kitty gawked at him. “What– That’s so stupid–”

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms. “What the hell are you guys doing here–” Before you could properly question the boys, you spotted your manager walking over. You blew out an irritated breath before putting on a fake smile. “How many in your party tonight?”

Min ho was loving this way too much. “Oh, just the four of us.” You so desperately wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face, but alas… You did value your job.

“Great!” You spoke through clenched teeth, grabbing four menus from behind you. “You can follow me right this way.” You took them to a section belonging to a server who had just arrived, so it was completely empty. After they sat down and you advertised your company’s rewards system with very red cheeks, your manager finally stopped watching you. Immediately upon their eyes being taken off of you, you exploded. “What the hell are you guys doing here?!”

“Kitty was acting weird. We swear we didn’t know she was coming here.” Q explained, chuckling nervously. He didn’t particularly like the idea of two of his best friends being upset with him over one of Min ho’s dumb ideas.

Min ho leaned back in his seat. “And I’m glad we did. Otherwise, we never would’ve learned of this little secret.” He motioned to your uniform, which caused your cheeks to go redder.

“Well, I’m sorry but not all of us can go through life completely supported by our ‘Mummy’s’.” You mimicked his accent toward the end, huffing. “Some of us actually have to support ourselves.”

Min ho rolled his eyes. “Right, like it’s so hard.”

You gawked at him. “Min ho, you would not survive a customer service job. Honestly, I would bet on it.”

This intrigued him, and he quickly leaned forward in his seat, turning to face you. “Oh, you would bet on it? Really?”

“Mhm. You would not survive in the restaurant industry.”

Min ho hummed. “Well, if you’re so confident, then let’s bet.”

“Fine. If I win?”

“I’ll do anything you ask of me. No objections.”

“Hm.. Okay. And if you win?”

“Same thing. Whatever I ask of you. Zero objections.”

Though you didn’t like the idea of Min ho being able to hold something over your head, you were confident enough that you felt comfortable despite the stakes. After a moment, you spoke. “Fine. Deal.”

Min ho grinned. “Deal. I’m looking forward to winning this bet.”

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, backing away to finally allow the server to do their job. On your way out of the section, you caught Kitty who mouthed a “Sorry”. You shook your head, waving your hand at her in dismissal. Really, Kitty had done you a favor. Now you had the chance to one up Min ho.

After further discussion over text, you spoke to your manager about a friend who wanted to come in for an interview. Lucky for you, your shop was severely understaffed due to a mass of server’s quitting, so the manager didn’t hesitate to hire Min ho.

His first day was an absolute wreck.

He spilled a salsa bowl on him, which to anyone else would be a mere inconvenience, but to Min ho, it was the end of the world.

“I just bought these pants!! They're designer!!"

You shrugged. “It’s your own fault. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” You were admittedly being hypocritical as you had broken and spilled your fair share of things on especially busy nights where you had to help.

“I hate you.”

You grew very familiar with those 3 words the more you worked with Min ho. His first few weeks, he let everything get to him. The customers, the messes, the way he smelled after work. Restaurant smell. You’d grown accustomed to it, so you hadn’t even considered that to be something that would’ve bothered him.

Much to your surprise though, he was very good at the customer service aspect. In some ways, it made sense. He had a way with acting charming, and he was fluent in Korean, which helped with the locals. He also only kept his complaints to when the two of you would be walking to the dorms together once you got off.

The thing that surprised you most, though, was how much you enjoyed spending time with him. You were used to server’s coming up and talking to you on slower days, the host stand often being a hangout place. You assumed Min ho picked up on it as he had suddenly begun hanging around there, too, when his section was deserted.

He waited for you after work. Even when he had been cut and could’ve gone home earlier. He excused it that you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. You didn’t really care about his motives, but you appreciated it. It was a nice gesture.

After 2 months, he still didn’t quit. You were beginning to worry he’d want to cash in his prize for the bet since it seemed like he had no intentions of losing. What would he make you do? The options were endless. You still had a slight hope that you could win but…

At the same time, you didn’t. You liked working with him more than you thought you would, it would be a little disappointing if he quit.

One night, though, his unwillingness to quit was really proven.

He had scheduled a date a few weeks in advance with some famous girl or something, you weren’t sure. But, he had also forgotten that he had a shift that same night.

He was up by the host stand, talking with you when he felt his phone buzz. He looked around to ensure your manager wasn’t near before he picked up.

“Hello?” After a few seconds his eyes widened. “That was tonight? Oh– I’m so sorry I must’ve forgotten, I–” He was cut off and a few more seconds passed where you heard muffled speaking through the phone. “I’m at work. Wait– Oh.” He said your restaurant’s address before he was hung up on. He blinked for a moment before putting his phone away.

You raised a brow. “What was that?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot I had a date tonight.”

“Oh. Well, if you need I’m sure one of the other servers could cover for you, I mean, even I can–”

“No!” You paused, blinking up at him. He shook his head. “No. What if we get busy? The dinner rush hasn’t even come in yet! I can’t desert you like that.”

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. He couldn’t desert you like that?

Before you could question his wording, a very pretty girl walked up to the two of you, clearing her throat. “Min ho, are you ready to go?”

The girl rolled her eyes, pulling out a small mirror and lip gloss. “Yeah, and? You don’t need a job, Min ho. We can just leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Min ho looked over. “What? I told you I was at work–”

He shook his head. “But it does. It’s a responsibility.”

The girl glanced at him before putting away her things, grinning. “Responsibility? When did you get so mature? It’s hot.. But seriously. Let’s go.”

Min ho groaned, a hand going over his face. “I already said–”

Before you could stop yourself, the words were already leaving your mouth. “I think he already said he wasn’t going.”

The girl looked at you, scoffing. “And you are?”

Min ho stepped in front of you, crossing his arms. “They’re my coworker and friend. Plus, they’re right. I told you I couldn’t go already.”

The girl clenched her fists before putting her hands on her hips. She stared at the two of you for a second before huffing. “Fine. Fine! I’ll leave. But I’m texting you later to reschedule.” She glared at you, then turned around, heading back out.

You looked between him and her figure, which disappeared into a car.

There’s one thing she said that you agreed with.

This new maturity was hot.

A few hours later, the two of you were walking back to the dorms together. You sighed dramatically. “Y’know what– Fine. Fine!”

He raised a brow. “What are you on about?”

“Fine, you win.” You stopped walking. “You win the bet.”

He stared at you for a second before his brows raised. “Oh. Right. That.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

He shrugged, his hands going to his pockets. “I guess I did. But, hey. I told you I could do it.” His nonchalant expression turned into a grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Well..”

“Well?”

“What do you want? I agreed to do anything you wanted. No objections.”

He thought to himself for a second. “Hm… I’ll need to think on it.” He kept walking.

You gawked at him, whining and following him. “Min ho– That’s not fair! Now I’m gonna have to walk on eggshells!”

“Ooh well.”

The two of you continued your walk, and you continued to pester him to no avail. By the time you got home, Kitty had retreated to her room, so you went to yours. You got ready for bed, flopping down with a hum. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table when you saw a text from Min ho.

min ho: okay, i’ve made up my mind.

min ho: i want..

Min ho: a date.

Min ho: this friday. i’ll pick you up at 6.

Wait.

WHAT?!

[thefranticfanatic]

Doctor Prisoner ep 7 STRUCK gold with this one. It was hiding in plain sight for so long. Every episode is riveting. And what's with the whump drought going around these days?