#lee daeyeol scenario

[thepixelelf]

that daeyeol mystery-solving ghost speaker with the ghost reader that one person made a poster for a while back? i don't remember if you already wrote that but it sounded cool

Ohhhh the fic that came to Bee @runawayfuture in a dream??

warnings: mentions of non specific death and murder

[speaker with the dead] When you go into CardSharp, it's much brighter than you expected. After all, hearing about a place that lets you talk to the dead doesn't exactly evoke images of trendy moss walls and chai lattes.

A combination café and séance business...strange, but you suppose there's a market for anything these days.

There's no one at the counter, but you see a silver service bell and a cutely decorated note next to it that reads, Welcome! Ring the bell to order!

Beneath the plain black ink, though, more words glow in a way you're sure only people like you can see.

To communicate with the living, enter through the door to the right ->

And so you do.

There's no one in this room either, which still isn't really as dark as you'd expect a room expressly for beyond-the-grave communication to be. It looks like a regular old break room. Two small couches with a coffee table in between, and a folding table to the side with an electric kettle plugged into the wall, some paper cups stacked next to it.

From a side door, a tall man enters. His hair is grey, but you suspect it's been dyed that way, since he looks around the same age you are. Were.

He spots you immediately, brows furrowed as he glances between you and the door you just came through.

"I'm sorry," he says calmly, in a please don't take this the wrong way kind of tone. "This room is off-limits to customers."

You cross your arms. "So you really are the real deal."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought those guys were totally yanking my metaphorical chains when they told me about you."

The man's confusion only deepens. "I don't know what you..."

"You're Lee Daeyeol, right?" you ask.

"Yes, but—"

"I heard you can talk to the dead."

He sighs through his nose, seemingly done with you walking in like you own the place. "Yes, I can. That doesn't mean you can just—"

"I didn't believe them at first, but now I do. It's obviously true. You're talking to me." You jut your thumb from your fist to point at yourself. "And I'm dead."

Daeyeol's jaw drops. For a few moments, neither of you speak, and the air is stale with silence.

Then he says, "You don't look dead."

"And you don't look like a shaman." You nod towards his t-shirt and cargo pants. "Why do you look so surprised? Don't ghosts come through here all the time?"

"I don't usually see them. Or hear them, either."

"What?" You cross your arms. "You literally said you can talk to the dead."

He frowns. "I can. Anyone can, there just needs to be a ghost around to listen. They just don't talk back."

"Then how do you know what they're saying?"

"I use cards to— you know what, that's not important." He takes in a deep breath. "How the hell can I see you right now?"

You scoff. "So you're saying you can't normally see ghosts? You've got to be the worst 'seer' in history."

He glares at you, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. It's not scary, really, but more curious. Like you're something in a petri dish under a microscope.

"Listen," you speak up, making him meet your eyes. "I came here because you apparently help ghosts move on to the afterlife or whatever."

He shrugs. "I try. What's keeping you here?"

"I'm not sure. My memories are foggy."

"That's not very helpful."

You give him a shrug of your own. "Well, I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"I was murdered."

Daeyeol's mouth drops open once again, and the sight is almost comical enough to make you laugh. And when he finally speaks after another prolonged silence, his words actually do cause you to chuckle.

He slowly closes his mouth before saying, "You don't look murdered."

[tranquilpetrichor]

a heart that still beats

— when in the midst of despair, do you lose all hope?

synopsis: the year is 2080. in a world destroyed by climate change, there is only one hope left for safety, and of course it is one exploited by the rich and famous—make it to the airships that are fueled by oxygen on earth. unfortunately, you are neither, but you are a skilled mechanic who is separated from your companion by yet another flood.

lonely, bitter and lost, you eventually find a purpose in being the mechanic for 10 boys that have an ambitious plan to shut off the machines that fuel the cities above the earth, being welcomed as one of their own.

but this mission is their most crucial one, one that could cost them their lives. and as you think about your leader, daeyeol, you're inspired by his courage, but very nervous for the upcoming events to transpire.

cast: gn mechanic!reader x daeyeol ft. golden child members and mentions of sf9's youngbin

genre: sci-fi, dystopian!au, end of the world!au, loosely based on golden child’s ra pam pam mv, angst with comfort if you squint

wc: 6.6k (6,674)

warnings: mentions of death, gunshots, blood, flames, pollution, lots of cursing, reader cracks maybe one dirty joke (which is only dirty if you understand it), we get pretty existential here. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: reader has habit of calling everyone older hyung as that's what they've decided they're comfortable with (just y and daeyeol here), ignore the fact that it’s y on the banner LOL this is for aesthetic purposes. there's a few perspective switches near the end, and of course i always end up making the relationship ambiguous. also why is the plot so messy.. ugh i just want to get this fic out. yes this is the second time sf9 youngbin makes a cameo in my fics. i think daeyeol said he had no same age friends and i’m like oh wait who else is a 93 liner? so yeah, enjoy, because this took way too long to do.

[d-7]

you watched and gave a small nod of approval as your rc car (which jangjun had decided to name damdadi for some reason) wheeled across the tiled floor of the hideout. bomin and sungyoon were examining the oxygen tanks, but your main focus was on your tech.

ah, good. it works. and it's quiet too.

damdadi, like your other projects, was carefully crafted, because god knows you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes with your mechanical work—not that you liked to make mistakes with anything anyways. everything you did got a quality check at least twice.

nevertheless, you were nervous about whether the oddly-named damdadi would be able to complete its task of surveillance or not and with the lives of friends on the line, you certainly had no time to lose.

to the side, you picked up yet another rc car (bomin decided he'd name that one genie) and checked if it was in working order, because as a dear friend named youngbin had reminded you long ago, “it’s best to have backup plans in case any bullshit happens.”

"and bullshit will always happen," you finished the phrase easily.

as the phrase came into your mind, you wondered what had happened to him after a flood separated the both of you about a year ago—the occurrence of natural disasters was not uncommon, but that didn't mean it was any less devastating each time one occurred.

god, you remembered it so well. he had gone on a mission to gather supplies for your camp when the flood occurred. from the wreckage, you had emerged confused, tossed around like a ship lost at sea.

then, it turned into denial that he was gone, anger at circumstances you couldn’t have controlled, and then reluctant acceptance that you couldn’t find him. it wasn't like you couldn't survive on your own, but without someone to ground you, you'd be talking into a void of nothingness. still, you didn’t know if anything could fill the even deeper void in your heart.

youngbin said once to you, “loss is inevitable. remember jaeyoon? you know i would have done anything to save him, but i can’t control the fact that the soldier shot him in the damn chest, but i tried my best, and yet the feeling of not being able to save everyone fucking hurts. losing someone you love… ah, fuck. sorry if this was depressing. but if there’s anything i’d prepare you for, it’s that."

inevitable.

that word alone carried so much weight to it.

and from then on, you reminded yourself that nothing is permanent, not even the companionship of a friend. it’s the only way you got yourself through your separation.

after the flood, you were on your own for a while, trying to find youngbin. however, an annoying little shit named jangjun found you after you stole some supplies from a soldiers’ base. apparently he had the same idea.

after this incident, he took you back to meet the other 9 members of the crew you were part of now. although initially reluctant to trust them, you found their company to be likable enough. you assumed the role you always did, finding spare parts that could be repurposed as you always used to do with youngbin.

you knew youngbin and daeyeol were two separate people, but you couldn’t help but see one in the other and think that they might get along. thinking about the two of them together made things so much harder.

thinking about those days, you sighed. you couldn't believe a trip down memory lane could randomly be triggered by one glance at an rc car, but it would be unwise to stay there for too long. of course, you allowed yourself those brief moments of distraction in your memories, and then focused on the task at hand again. it was a reasonable way to live.

yes, you did miss those you had lost, but now was definitely not the time for that.

don't get too distracted. you have work to do. you have to keep going.

despite the gravity of the situation you were in, you couldn’t help but crack a joke in your mind about being good with your fingers as you fiddled with some more machinery. some things never changed, like your less-than-appropriate humor that either got you lighthearted scolding (from sungyoon and daeyeol, and of course, youngbin) or laughs from people who liked your occasional jokes (mostly jangjun, and surprisingly bomin too).

while examining a control panel, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, which could only possibly belong to one person out of the group you currently lived with—lee daeyeol. he spoke with a gentle tone but it had a sense of authority. “could i talk to you for a second?”

mentally, you prepared for hell because whenever he used that familiar tone, he was being nice but definitely meant business and may the gods help whoever tried to get in his way. “of course, what did you want?”

he placed folded diagrams on the table. "i just wanted to check on your progress on that rc car, although knowing how fast you work i’m guessing you’re almost done. we've finalized a plan about how to shut off the machines.”

ah yes, he was talking about the machines of project aether, or better yet, a way for those with enough money and power to save themselves and leave the poor and helpless to rot. the act of using the oxygen on earth for airships to create a "paradise in the sky" for some while damaging the atmosphere down below made you scratch your head at the backwards logic.

it was starting to get a little sweaty in the room, and you fanned yourself with an old newspaper. "things are going well, dae. this rover should be ready in a few minutes for jaehyun and jibeom to take when they need it. better early than late. you ready to do this?"

he glanced at you, and let out a deep sigh, one filled with what you interpreted to be as deliberation. "it doesn't matter how i feel. this needs to happen soon."

as the leader of the group, daeyeol was required to handle many burdens and although you and the boys were usually with him, no one could never completely understand what was going through his mind. there was a special spark that was required to lead.

sometimes, you wondered how tired he really was, but he didn't like to show that side of him, always wanting to be the helper instead of the helped.

and of course, that reminded you of youngbin, which wasn't such a great path to take your mind to. so you'd put it upon yourself to move on from him, which you had done semi-successfully.

of course, he still had a designated space in your mind, no matter how hard you tried not to think about him.

you put down what you were working on to focus on daeyeol's words, knowing it wouldn't be good for your mind to go off on more tangents today. "alright then, let's go over the plan once more. i figure you want to run through it again. i just need to hear it too."

he nodded and opened one diagram, which you recognized as it was labeled project : aether (floor plan), with a picture of the air machine itself. you remembered researching machinery for that. he pointed to the spot where it said passcode entry point.

"because of you, seungmin and donghyun, we were able to get the password that controls the fuel source of the cities. as you know, we need to enter the password at that location in order to shut the machine off. but we're unsure of the exact situation with guards and their patrol routes, so we're going to send the rovers with the camera attached in order to assess it. the last thing we need is for there to be surprises we didn’t expect.”

he probably hadn't changed any aspects to the plan, but you asked for confirmation. "it's just you going, right?"

"yes. the rest of the group looked uncomfortable with the idea and as concerning as the idea of going alone is, i can't risk anyone else's life.” his lips set in a thin line. "and there's a limited supply of oxygen tanks, anyways."

you let out a humorless chuckle, knowing just how brutal it was out there. "dae, we're clearly not as selfless as you. no one asks to potentially get shot at by assholes in hazmat suits.”

not being able to hide your true thoughts, you quietly added, “and honestly, i’m probably the most selfish of you guys.”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him frown. "now don’t say that, you help in your own way. you've been invaluable in developing the technology for this mission. remember, nothing goes unnoticed by me."

you still did get a little flustered whenever people mentioned your skill, and you brushed his words off with the lazy swipe of a hand. "oh, i can't take all the credit for this stuff. seungmin helped me a lot." the mentioned guy was currently fiddling with the screen on the wall to make sure it actually worked.

yeah, you knew you were decent at what you did, but it's not like you wanted the spotlight for it, preferring to remain behind the scenes most of the time. to put it simply, you liked working in the shadows and only showing up when necessary to report something.

"you sell yourself short, y/n," he said with an amused grin on his face.

"do i, dae? if you want, i could just start bragging about myself all the time."

he laughed, and oh, how you took the sound in like nourishment. true laughter was hard to come across nowadays, as a lot of things were. "now let's not jump between extremes, okay?"

you made a salute as if you were on some pirate ship. “aye-aye, captain!” damdadi was still turned on, and you maneuvered it next to daeyeol, just to demonstrate the functionality, before turning the power off.

“god, imagine being pirates. we’d be the worst pirate crew ever. imagine trying to wake up bomin and get him to do anything but sleep prettily!”

daeyeol shrugged. "well, i could probably use captain privileges to boss him around, anyways."

"as if! he listens to no one, especially you."

the two of you grinned, sharing a moment. there were times when you forgot that the air was polluted, the rich were assholes and food was hard to find—now was one of those times. it was nice to not think about that for a bit. you were aware however, that the cold reality waited around the corner like a gunman waiting to fire.

you rested your head on his shoulder, an action you had grown more comfortable with gradually after he told you it was okay to do it. it seemed to say a message without words, i don’t know what the future holds, but at least i’m here with you.

daeyeol closed his eyes and spoke his next sentence quietly. “hey, i know i told you guys i’d be prepared for anything and we're aware of how this might end. it might go badly. if i’m honest, it’s been very nerve-wracking to prepare for this. i just wanted to say that i will protect you guys. whatever it takes. i think we have a chance to end this once and for all.”

won't you protect yourself? won't you be selfish too for once? that's all i need. you thought, but didn't say aloud.

you, who never thought you'd shed a tear since getting separated from youngbin, who didn't like getting very sentimental in front of others, embraced daeyeol. "hyung, sometimes i wonder how people like you can exist, so full of hope and all that optimistic stuff. shit, i promise i don't mean it in a bad way, but...” you trailed off.

"it's hard to have hope, right?"

"you could say that."

from the moment you had met him, he had struck you as someone who wouldn’t give up. all of the group did, but especially him. to keep fighting, one had to think that things would get better someday. one needed hope.

he rested one hand on your shoulder, as if he were transferring his wisdom over to you merely by touch. “until the moment i die, i won’t stop having it. it’s the only way we’ll be able to keep pushing through. call me optimistic, but if there seems to be no hope, we have to create it for ourselves. i don't want live hopelessly knowing that i could have tried to make a better future."

you played with a screw in your jacket pocket. "hope's short in supply sometimes, i admit.”

“it is. but all you need is a bit of it to survive.”

you felt your chest rise and fall, acutely aware of your breath. if you really thought about it, it was dangerous to risk it all on one mission, a singular chance to get this right before the soldiers could wipe you all out.

but you thought of the boys you had come to know over months of time, and everything became clearer.

joochan deserved a chance to sing in air that was truly clean. donghyun would get to dance outside without fear of being shot. jibeom and jaehyun could simply mess around with the rc cars you and seungmin made instead of just sending them out into the dangerous world outside their base. most of all, daeyeol would be able to breathe easily (quite literally and metaphorically), after the mission was over.

and of course, you wanted to take that first breath of air with each and every one of them.

hope brought a world of possibilities to think about, so close and yet so far away. it would fuel you, so long as you believed it still existed—and although you didn't really consider yourself as much of an idealist as daeyeol, you needed to be, especially now.

you brought up your hands to your head, which happened to hurt a little, and his voice brought you back to the present.

“hey, y/n, you seem like you’re lost in thought. all good?”

as expected, he can tell what goes on with you.

“just thinking about our upcoming mission. can't help but stay awake...”

he frowned. “it's late, take a rest too. i can't let everyone else in the team deprive themselves of sleep. don't overwork yourself, y/n.”

and before you had known it, he left and came back with a bit of water he had saved. water was difficult to come across but the group was fortunate to have some, so you savored every drop you got to taste. “thank you, daeyeol.”

“always.”

although you continued working, you knew these coming days would be difficult, and later you finally decided to take daeyeol’s advice, eventually letting yourself slip into a dreamlike state on the smooth metal beds.

(you wouldn't have known anyways, but daeyeol glanced at you several times while you were asleep.

you'd be alright, he knew. still, it was nice for him to make sure. he smiled, and got back to work.)

[d-3]

the main room, with all 11 of the crew, wasn’t outwardly panicking, but it contained a nervous energy that simmered and quietly stirred everyone's feelings of anxiety. the crew always worked hard, but this particular week needed everyone's dedication, whether it was finding spare parts, to looking over diagrams, to last minute research.

despite these demands, you were impressed with everyone's resilience.

youngtaek shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to relieve tension. he turned on the medium-sized screen that was inside the hideout, which currently was connected to a phone you and seungmin had built together. "the camera works fine, i see the footage from it showing up.”

you sighed in relief. it was good to know that something worked.

"ow, my feet," jibeom interjected, as damdadi rolled over them.

"alright, thanks youngtaek!" jaehyun grabbed the phone from him and affixed it onto damdadi. he then gestured to jibeom. “come on, let’s go send the rc car to survey the terrain, before y/n does that annoying thing where they yell at us for using their tech all wrong.”

“okay well, you can't just use damdadi to run over jibeom's feet, we got a mission!” you yelled from across the room, where you were working on a drone.

jaehyun smiled innocently at you. "yeah, well it'll be fine and we'll get it done. i think we're very capable. or at least, i am—"

"hey, take that back!" jibeom glared at jaehyun. “i hate you."

the two continued to bicker like children. "okay. jibeom, just so you know, if the guards come and you run too slow, i will be leaving your ass behind!"

these two argue so much, it's almost as if i'm watching a tv sitcom.

"just go already, guys," you said, amused by their antics. "and don't die, of course."

“have a little faith,” jibeom whined. jaehyun laughed at him again, and with the turn of a knob, damdadi rolled to the door with them.

after they left, you went to talk to daeyeol, showing him a few of the drones you had made with seungmin. “i was thinking that i can use these to divert the soldiers' attention so that they're less likely to shoot at you. couldn't hurt, right?”

"hm, good idea, just make sure your drones take a different route to the location. you thought of me that much?" he added, lightly teasing you.

your cheeks warmed slightly, but you kept your face impassive. "well, precautions are necessary, are they not?"

he was serious, but you could sense a bit of amusement coming from him. "they are. you always think ahead, don't you?" and with that, he approved of your addition to the plan.

you let out a sigh of partial relief, and continued to test out another drone.

"just say you love him or something, because even i can tell." seungmin, who had been working next to you muttered this after daeyeol left to wake up bomin. he screwed in another bolt. "you might as well remind him before...."

he doesn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. the two of you looked at each other in understanding. survival was never guaranteed in a world as wrecked as this one. he looked away for a second and closed his eyes briefly before continuing to talk.

"never mind. anyways, let's just keep working—we're making good progress. after this, we'll have 4 drones to use. it’s always useful to have something that flies, i suppose."

you obliged, figuring it would be better to shut up and just continue doing what you were always good at—attempting to ignore anything not related to your job. but seungmin's words still lingered and you would do anything to get them out.

later, seeing a frightened jibeom and a tired jaehyun return with news that a soldier had captured the rc car was enough to make you quietly simmer with rage (it was precious technology, after all), but you were almost thankful for the feeling.

at least you still felt something.

[d-day]

this was going to be rather interesting.

lee daeyeol was not supposed to be scared—or at least, he was not supposed to show it. in fact, he was the one whom people looked to for comfort, strength, guidance, and sacrifice (even if no one would say it aloud). if he looked scared, it would set the tone for this mission. who would believe in them? in their cause?

so he shouldered his burden of shutting off the machines of project: aether with calm determination, trying to steady himself despite his accelerating heart rate and the vague feeling of the world swaying beneath his feet. “i’m going out the route we discussed. send the drones out a different exit and wait for the radio signal from me to go up. if something unexpected happens, only one of you should check first."

"got it. stay safe, hyung." sungyoon checked daeyeol's oxygen's tank one last time, sighing to himself.

daeyeol looked to you, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "do you have the ring?"

you wordlessly got up to grab daeyeol's ring from the table, and watched as he slipped it on carefully. the piece of jewelry was special for him, as it was a gift from a childhood friend he had kept for his whole life.

to him, it signified many things, but he could never deny the fact seeing the ring gave him hope.

your voice was soft yet full of conviction as you gave him words of reassurance. "stay strong. we'll be waiting. but even if you don't return, i want to thank you, for everything. i love you, in every sense of the word."

daeyeol closed his eyes. you weren't usually the sentimental type.

it was times like this where he found it hard to walk away. if he let his heart take over, he would stay safe with you against the harsh reality of the world. but he knew that first, he had to carry out his plan.

he extended his arms towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. "you as well, y/n. remember, i'll be with you, always."

he double-checked the levels in his oxygen tank, affirming that they were alright. now, it really was time to go.

"if you don't stay safe, hyung, i'll kick your ass all the way to the sky," jangjun yelled.

"got it," he said, a small grin on his face. of course jangjun would be the one to joke around.

and with that, he turned away, walking towards the entrance of your hideout with conviction. the doors opened, and he stepped out, leaving behind the people he loved most. it would be painful for him to turn around now, and so he chose not to.

at least, if he thought of his team, full of people he wanted to give the world to, he had something tangible to fight for.

as daeyeol left, the 10 of you stared at the door and no one dared say a thing, for fear of it being wrong, but a distinct sigh came from bomin, who could not hide his frustration as the youngest. that's when you knew it was time to do your part, just as daeyeol would do his.

slightly trembling, you got into position and used the camera on the one of the drones to help examine its surroundings and navigate it through the twists and turns of the hide out.

sungyoon, much to everyone’s surprise, stood up a minute later. “i'm not letting him do this alone. lee daeyeol, i swear if you go alone at this point.."

"take care, hyung," bomin said.

he nodded in response.

you buried your head in your hands. it's not like you needed his life at risk too. but sungyoon could be rather stubborn at times, and you weren't trying to argue with him at a time like this.

besides, it's not like he couldn't handle himself out there.

he went to grab an oxygen tank, put its heavy weight on his back, and exited the hideout. but with his running skills, the team knew he would catch up to daeyeol soon enough.

outside, the chemicals in the air gave the impression that everything was a fatal orange, the orange that burned from that pillar of fire daeyeol saw in the distance. it seemed like it would burn straight to his soul and consume him.

but daeyeol found he could run faster than even he anticipated, fueled by a fire of his own.

above the flames, the floating paradise of the rich taunted him, as if they were situated in the heavens and looking down upon people like him, those who couldn't make it up there with what they had in their pockets.

those who were left to perish amongst the ashes.

daeyeol kept going.

unbeknownst to him, sungyoon was making his way over, navigating past abandoned trailers and trying not to alert the presence of any guards—he was quite aware of their patrol routes now.

after a few minutes, he found daeyeol, whispering, “hyung. i’m here."

the older boy looked over in surprise. "now that i think about it, i'm not surprised."

sungyoon's presence had revitalized him completely, a blessing that he wasn't to take lightly. daeyeol gave sungyoon a nod of acknowledgment, and they headed for the passcode entry point together.

as they did, a group of 3 soldiers ran across an elevated ledge.

"we gotta go!" dayeol exclaimed, pointing upwards. they sprinted towards the tower that felt so close, and yet, was still feet away.

a bullet punctured sungyoon's oxygen tank, and the hiss of air leaking out could be heard.

shit, daeyeol thought. he needed to do something, and quick.

they took cover some medium-sized storage crates as he removed his oxygen mask and put it over sungyoon's face, transferring the tank as well.

then, covering his mouth, he ran as fast as he could towards the tower. only a few feet away the tower, the soldiers shot him in the back. and yet he ran, bleeding through his denim jacket.

he inputted the correct code into the security screen.

3-2-6-4.

as sungyoon rushed over to him, daeyeol pushed the lever to shut off the tower off with all of his remaining strength. the pillar of fire emerging from the tower's base shut off, and the smoke in the area began to dissipate.

"you really did it, hyung." sungyoon said, looking around in awe. he sat beside daeyeol. the older boy smiled back.

i can rest, at least sungyoon is fine. no one else had to suffer.

he blinked several times to try and stay awake as sungyoon took off his vest, pressing lightly against one of daeyeol's wounds.

a few minutes earlier...

back at the base, your body felt frozen, except for your fingers, which were the only thing moving. it was quite difficult to steer a drone with the intense weather conditions outside and turmoil within you. but this was your responsibility, and you had to carry it out to the end.

"maybe a little higher," you muttered to yourself as the drone continued to fly. there was a smaller phone next to you, which allowed you to see out of the tiny camera on the drone. seungmin, tag and bomin had drones too.

“i see guards.” seungmin said sharply. “oh wait, i think daeyeol and sungyoon are in the distance too.”

jangjun spoke up. "okay, i'm going up to the warehouse building. i just need to safely observe what's happening outside in case your drones go down."

"someone, hand him a radio! i only have mine." seungmin yelled. "and remember, keep yourself hidden."

donghyun gave the remote to jangjun, who thanked him and left the base quickly.

amidst the chaos, you continued to maneuver the drone, trying to stay in control. the guards appeared to aim their guns in the general direction of the tower, which was where daeyeol and sungyoon were headed to.

you knew the guards were mostly there to prevent people like you guys from shutting off all the technology rich people had paid for. disgusting and vile.

“ah, shit, gotta steer away from there,” you muttered, your hand grasping the right controller stick. the drone flew slightly off to the side, and from what you could make out, the direction some of the guns were firing in changed.

oh god. there's a ton of soldiers. damn.

in all honesty, what happened next was chaos. a few of the screens lost connection. on a screen that was still intact, you saw blood, or at least, you thought you did.

the world blurred around you, but then came into focus again, but you knew that you couldn't collapse, not now. thankfully, your bottle had some water left.

"something's wrong," you say, fidgeting with your hands.

"of course something is wrong!" seungmin said, groaning. "what the hell is happening?"

youngtaek observed the surrounding area through his drone, but soon he had to find somewhere to land it, making sure it was well out of view before doing so.

he groaned shortly after. "great, the camera on the drone is almost dead. but from what i was able to see outside, i can tell someone shot sungyoon and daeyeol as they were headed over. i don't think they'll be coming back soon," he remarked. "so, maybe three to five of us should go out and help. we'll need to treat any wounds."

"do we even have enough medical supplies for this?" you asked, your mind racing. you began to sort through the stuff in the emergency backpack, making sure you could pack as much as possible.

shit. are daeyeol and sungyoon going to die? damn it, those two—

your thoughts were interrupted because over the radio, jangjun’s voice resounded, loud, clear and... somewhat excited? “come. look outside. i can't fucking believe it! we’ll finally be able to breathe the fucking air! you gotta see for yourselves! oh my god... is this real?”

his voice got faint, so you assumed he was busy staring at the sky, and how could you blame him?

everyone looked at each other with shock and disbelief. it's been a while since you've stared out the windows of the warehouse, but whenever you did, it was always the same—a sea of orange and the menacing presence of security drones. seeing something different would be a relief, a sign that daeyeol had gotten the job done after all.

still, you didn't want to be get too excited.

seungmin spoke into the radio. "alright, be there soon, hyung, but we have to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon afterwards. by the way, stop cursing so much, you potty-mouth.”

you heard a crackling sound before he responded, “fuck no.”

ha, he certainly is something.

afterwards, you took the radio, greeting jangjun with a laugh.

"hey, jangjun! is the air really as clear as you say it is?" you said, rolling your eyes. "you get fired up so easily and exaggerate. how do we tell you're not just messing with us?"

jangjun sighed once, one of those sassy why-don't-you-listen-because-i'm-right type of sighs. "just look at the damn sky before you come out, okay? i took off my mask and it felt okay, but don't take my word for it. bring the surgical masks if you're really worried."

you shrugged. "we'll be there. but let's be careful."

then, talking to the rest of the team, you said, "help me grab medical supplies and weapons. once we meet jangjun and get outside, we have to make sure there are no soldiers or drones."

"alright, i'll go ahead with jaehyun to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon and give them necessary medical attention," youngtaek said.

you found a pistol and picked it up. "got it."

"found the surgical masks!" jaehyun exclaimed.

everyone headed out, feeling mixed emotions of fear and anticipation. bomin was by your side. “y/n, will it be okay?”

to be honest, you weren’t the greatest at comforting people, but you tried your best. he was the youngest, and although you knew he was an adult and could handle himself, you still had a bit of a parental instinct.

“i don’t know. i trust that they did their job. we can have a bit of hope, can’t we?”

“yeah. i guess we can.” his breathing became steadier, and you were grateful.

soon enough, you were ascending the steps of what used to be functional escalators. light shone through the tinted glass ceiling, so oddly colored and dirtied that it was difficult to tell what life was like on the outside.

jangjun was leaning against a column, his gaze turned towards a sky that was finally more blue than orange for the first time, devoid of the flame tower in the air that everyone had grown so accustomed to.

you walked beside him, quietly waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. while continuing to stare, he shook his head rapidly, as if trying to wake up from a dream. "i still can't believe it. damn. it seemed like yesterday that there were drones swarming outside the window."

you laughed. "believe what? that we're alive? that this stupid machine is off? that the sky is blue?"

"all of it."

it was rare to see jangjun's contemplative side, but it was certainly present right now. you weren't sure that you believed it either. maybe you dreamt this entire incident up too. unless anyone said otherwise, though, this was real.

you shrugged. "well, there's been crazier things in this world."

"you're damn right about that."

the crew talked quietly amongst themselves, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere that was established by the strange stillness outside the window.

"i think we should go out now." seungmin said to the group, still in a state of shock.

everyone walked out towards an outside balcony where people probably used to hang out long before you were alive. apparently there was a time when the outside air wasn't so dangerous.

as you stepped out of the building, you found a place to stand. after a few minutes, you felt comfortable removing your mask.

you took a breath in, slowly. then, you exhaled. surprised at how easy and yet difficult it was, you repeated the action. it wasn't perfect air—the atmosphere would probably never return to 100% normal—but it was certainly something.

you tried to spot the telltale red lights of enemy drones, but you couldn't find any, to your shock.

there'd be no point in sending them anyways, you surmised. the job's been done.

of course, your heart felt conflicted with the absence of sungyoon and daeyeol, especially the latter. you'd need to check on them soon, just to see how they were doing in person.

you leaned against a white ledge, alone with your thoughts for just a second.

it'll be okay. surely, they'll be okay, you thought, trying to be optimistic.

and yet, there was still a part of you that wondered if you would find their lifeless bodies. but even that would be better than not finding them at all.

that's highely unlikely, of course you'll find them.

you looked at joochan, who had found a place beside you. he was humming softly. the two of you weren't as close (hey, it was hard to get to know the ten others in your crew equally), but you knew he loved music and saw it as his life. through song, you felt as though you understood whatever emotions he wanted to convey.

"wow, i think i'm dreaming," he says, his words riding softly on the breeze. "i never really understood why people sang songs about blue skies until now."

you laughed, despite yourself. "you're not the first to think that we're dreaming. maybe we'll wake up in a few minutes. but for now, this is our reality."

you heard youngtaek's voice over the walkie talkie in your hand. "daeyeol was shot in the back, so he's our priority right now. sungyoon's not in critical condition, but he does have a few bruises and needs to rest as well. make sure you secure the area you're in—we'll let you know when we're done here."

conversation broke out amongst the group.

"why did he do this by himself again?"

"i can't believe it..."

"hyung, you really are crazy for doing this."

meanwhile, you tried to process the news yourself. you weren't doubtful of youngtaek and jaehyun's medical capabilities, but after hearing about this, you knew that it would take a while for him to heal.

you told the group that you were going to go check how sungyoon and daeyeol were faring while they finished scanning the area.

after crossing between a maze of storage crates and covering a long stretch of flat land, you finally made it to the base of the tall tower.

despite all of the hardships you had been through, the sight of the tower without a flame made you smile, even if just for a second.

you spotted daeyeol sitting on the stone floor, his back against the control panel and sungyoon beside him. jaehyun and youngtaek were busy giving them medical treatment. they were obscured on two sides by large crates, which was good.

you were glad sungyoon and daeyeol had survived, but you couldn’t stand to see them in pain, especially your leader.

it only made you feel like you had failed as a companion in protecting him.

first, you talked to sungyoon, who seemed to have a few bruises and was panting heavily, but otherwise, seemed to be alright. he stood up

"i'm glad the two of you weren't alone," you said to him.

sungyoon nods. "he says he can do things alone, and although it's probably true, i wanted to be by his side."

you think of youngbin, and how you lost him. the feeling of deep loyalty isn't unfamiilar to you.

"i... understand."

you wish you were still by youngbin's side.

"here's some water," jaehyun said to sungyoon. luckily, he was able to drink on his own.

next, you looked over at daeyeol, whose eyes were set in a solemn gaze.

on closer inspection, you examined blood trickling from several places in his body. you hated seeing him like this, wanting to give him whatever strength you had.

you approached him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him. “hi, daeyeol. how are you holding up?”

his response came in slow, short sentences. “i'm fine, for now. need… water. it’s good... to see you, y/n.”

you pulled an extra bottle of water out of your bag and slowly poured it in his mouth. you weren't the medical authority amongst your team, but you knew it wouldn't be good if he was required to move, considering the fact that he had been shot.

“it's good to see you too.” you laid a hand on his shoulder and continued speaking softly. you wanted to envelop him in a bone-crushing hug, but you were sure there'd be time for that when he was fully healed.

when, not if, right?

“i know you're probably thinking about the next step in all this, but.." you hesitated. "let us take care of you a while longer. you've already done so much for us."

he laughed, the sound strained. "i won't do anything drastic, don't worry."

you sat down in front of him, fingertips inches away from his. suddenly, you were a little tired as well. "please, let me know if there's anything that you need.

daeyeol took your hand. "you're here... for me, that's enough."

the golden ring on his hand glimmered in the sunlight. he said it reminded him of many things—your team, as his duty as a leader, the memories you've all shared.

you had always been more of a realist. youngbin was too, accepting that things were the way they were, and taught you that there wasn't much you could do except try to survive another day and solve things practically.

but daeyeol taught you something too, that hope was something that could be cultivated, even in the face of struggle. you took a glance at your friends, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders.

no, problems weren't going to magically disappear. wounds took time to heal. work still needed to be done. you could lose it all at any moment. it was scary, to not know what came after this moment.

but as long as you had a heartbeat, as long as you were alive, you could have hope, even if it was faint.

"yes," you said, gazing at the endless sky above you. "it's enough."

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[pocket-scenarios]

Why Him? - Daeyeol

(Admin: Babyboiii, I just wanted to. write a Woolim ent scenario so people can like know I write for Golden Child and Infinite, I don’t think Dae is actually like this irl obviously, he’s v selfish in this & I am aware.)

“I’m sorry, but you know,” you trail off, “I like your brother,” you remind, Daeyeol nods pressing his hands together in between his legs.

“Why did it have to be my brother,” Daeyeol says with a small laugh looking away from you, “why does he always get everything,” Daeyeol mutters under his breath.

“He does have me,” you rush out, “I’m still your best friend before anything,” you mutter, “just because I like him, doesn’t mean he likes me,” you remind your voice getting quieter with each word.

“What if he does?” Daeyeol says softly, “can we not even be friends then?” Daeyeol’s words come out harsher than you’re almost certain he intended.

“I can get over him,” you say optimistically, your heart sinks a little, but it’s true you can, “you’re my friend,” you say softly, “I’ve known you longer,” you can feel Daeyeol’s eyes burning into the side of your face but you can’t bring yourself to turn towards him.

“Can you really do that?” Daeyeol hesitates, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Yeah, I can,” you say softly, “it’s just a crush,” you say with a. small whine letting out a forced laugh, “you, as my friend, are more important,” you say with a smile reaching over to pat his shoulder.

(I took my links off so that it would show up in the search on Tumblr)

[blossom-hwa]

Put Your Arms Around Me (I’ll Be Warm For Days) - DAEYEOL

so I once swore I'd never write a vampire fic yet here I am breaking that promise because I saw this post explaining that once you rescind your welcome to a vampire they are obligated to leave and then this just happened

god I already feel embarrassed just queuing this I'm so sorry

Pairing: Daeyeol x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, vampire!au

Triggers: mentions of biting like once? it never gets described

Word Count: 3k

In your arms, Daeyeol feels just a little more human.

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Spinning in the pouring rain, dreary gray clouds lining the sky with not a hint of sky in between, your laughter rings radiant in the air as Daeyeol watches from under the apartment overhang, umbrella closed by his side. A small smile lifts the corners of his lips, a smile that he no longer tries to hide – you know how feels. And though you haven’t given him a reply just yet, it’s a blessing nonetheless not to have to hide the love in his expression whenever he sees you free, happy, alive.

“Daeyeol!” You come running up, shoes squelching through streets already covered in a layer of water. Even as cold rain splashes and hits his skin, his smile widens as your wet face appears in his line of vision. “Come on, you stupid baby – just for a few minutes!”

“You’re calling me a stupid baby?” He scoffs in mock indignity, pulling you out of the rain. “I’m several centuries older than you, thank you very much, and I have more degrees than you will ever earn in your life –”

A wet hand hits his arm and your laughter rings again, music in Daeyeol’s ears. “And yet you’re still afraid of a little rain,” you tease, hand wrapping around his wrist. “How is it that you’re the immortal who’ll never get sick or tired but you’re also the one waiting out the downpour?”

“How is it that you’re the human who’ll definitely get sick and sniffly but you’re also the one dancing out in said downpour?” Daeyeol counters, shrugging off his coat. The chill strikes his bare arms but he ignores it, placing it over your shoulders. “You need a hot shower or you’re going to be sick all day tomorrow.”

“Hey, just a few minutes.” You beam at him, pulling the coat around you more securely. “Come on, please?”

He can’t say no. He never could, not when faced with you. Even though Daeyeol is a centuries old vampire and has seen enough of the world to make him lose faith in humanity multiple times (once quite recently), the sparkle in your eyes never fails to remind him that there’s still kindness, there’s still good, there’s still love in the world that might just prevail over all the bad. So he follows you into the rain and watches you spin under the showering droplets, arms held out wide (his coat is definitely going to need a long wash), and even as the cold air begins to seep into his already cold skin, he finds warmth in your laugh, warmth in your smile, warmth even in your chilly hand as it wraps around his fingers and forces him to spin around once too.

What wouldn’t he give to pull you closer, to bring your body right up against his so he can press a kiss to your rainy forehead, staring into your eyes as you gaze back with the same love that he holds for you? What wouldn’t he give to sway you gently in the downpour, water soaking your clothes as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder and simply stays there, soaking in the love of someone he cares for with all that is left of his heart?

But with no reciprocation must come restraint, and after centuries of life (or death, depending on how he thinks of it), he’s well-versed in the skill. Daeyeol loves you and you know this, but he’s also made it clear that he will never pressure you into an answer, will never force himself onto you no matter how long he must wait. He’s lived for centuries. He can wait a little longer for a reply to his confession, be it favorable or unfavorable, as long as you allow him to stay by your side.

You twirl around, eyes squinted nearly shut with laughter. A few feet away from Daeyeol, you stop and turn back to him with a look simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar, unfamiliar in that he hasn’t seen it on your face, but familiar in that he has seen it on his when Joochan drew that portrait of him staring at an off-canvas you, the softest glint of love in his eyes.

Love.

Real love.

But this time in your eyes, not his.

Daeyeol’s breath stutters in his throat. Hope rises in his chest, makes him feel an artificial warmth in his cold face and if he were still human his heart would be fluttering, pounding, racing as he returns your gaze –

But the look disappears in a second, replaced by a much more familiar expression of simple joy and laughter as you tromp through the puddles to brush a wet clump of hair out of Daeyeol’s face. Your fingers, though cold, send warm tingles up his spine. “It’s not fun if you just stand there and let the rain pour all over you, you know,” you reproach, eyes sparkling.

Cold disappointment eats through the previous warmth in his chest but Daeyeol swallows it down. He was probably seeing things, probably projecting his feelings onto you in a way that wasn’t real. And even if he wasn’t, just because you feel similarly doesn’t mean you’re ready to say it just yet. No sense in hoping or probing.

Daeyeol allows his lips to tilt in a little pout. “I just don’t want you to get sick,” he says, braving a hand to uselessly wipe rain off your face. “Come on, it’s been a few minutes. You need a shower and I need to cook dinner.”

You grumble a little but the reminder of warm food convinces you to escape the rain. Daeyeol lingers behind slightly as you head into the apartment lobby, gazing wistfully at your back.

No. He shakes his head. This is enough. All of it is enough. It is enough that you allow him to stay, enough that you welcome him into your apartment every day even if you rescind the invitation at night. It is enough that you accept his feelings even if you need more time for an answer, treasuring the heart he’s entrusted you even if you’re not yet ready to offer your own. Because even though you’re the only one for him, the only one who’s made him wish his heart could beat not just for life but for love since he was turned so many centuries ago, the only thing that matters to Daeyeol is your comfort and your happiness.

For as long as a genuine smile remains etched on your face, Daeyeol can find peace in your joy.

. . . . .

His hair is still slightly damp from the shower when the clock strikes midnight several hours later and Daeyeol looks up from his perch on the couch, frowning over his glasses at the two clock hands that signal his time to leave.

You look up too, squinting over your laptop at the clock. Daeyeol takes the moment to focus on the way your eyes still shine through the tiredness on your face. It’s a far cry from the rainy exuberance you wore a few hours ago, but it’s just as beautiful in a quieter, softer way.

A smile spreads over his lips, wide but a little sad, too. With this stolen moment of silent admiration comes the knowledge that it’s time for you to rescind your welcome, for him to make the lonely walk up one floor to his own apartment, for him to slide between cold sheets that won’t grow warm because his blood doesn’t flow and attempt to sleep while imagining you in his embrace. The next day will come sooner the faster he falls asleep, Daeyeol knows, and the sooner the next day comes the sooner he gets to see you, but that doesn’t seem to compute when all he wants is to feel your warmth by his side.

“I should go,” he says quietly, closing his literature textbook as he stands.

You nod, yawning. The urge to walk over and kiss your forehead is almost overwhelming but Daeyeol resists, only reaching out to pat your head softly as he passes by. “Mm, it’s late.”

Do you lean into his touch? Daeyeol doesn’t know. You’re always careful with your actions, careful in a way Daeyeol wishes you weren’t however much he understands, but this time when Daeyeol touches your face, he can’t help but hope you might have leaned in slightly, just slightly, even if it was unintentional.

“Goodnight, then.” He stops at the door to put on his shoes.

“Goodnight, Daeyeol.” You smile, though your eyes glint with a little something that looks like a mix of worry and… excitement? “Sweet dreams.”

He lingers a moment longer, debating whether or not to ask you if something’s wrong. Worry isn’t exactly characteristic in your expression, and even less so is the mixture of anxious excitement burning softly in your eyes. But he stops himself. It’s late, after all, and if you still look the same way in the morning, he can ask then when you aren’t so tired. His other shoe goes on and he swings open the door, glancing back one last time as you wave from the table.

One foot out the door, then the other. Daeyeol begins to close the door.

Then his eyes widen and he swings it back open before he can even comprehend his brief thought.

You don’t look surprised when he stumbles back into the apartment, clutching the doorknob so hard he knows it’ll break between his fingers if he doesn’t loosen his grip soon. If anything, a little smile curves your lips, shy and anticipating but gleeful, too, excited and glinting with a warmth that Daeyeol recognizes from Joochan’s portrait –

“You didn’t rescind your invitation," he breathes. “Did you –” he swallows, not wanting to consider the painful possibility but forcing it through his mouth even as hope blooms vibrant and full in his chest – “did you forget?”

The second it takes for you to open your mouth is excruciating, but his patience is rewarded when shake your head and smile. “No,” you reply, standing up. Daeyeol can barely breathe as you step forward, closer, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t.”

You’re close, so close that Daeyeol would barely need to move to slide an arm around you, to pull you into his chest and bury his face in your shoulder the way he wanted to so badly in the rain. He could lift his head, press soft kisses to your neck and jaw and cheek, moving towards your forehead and nose and then your lips –

Two warm arms wrap around his waist and Daeyeol stops breathing for real. Your body presses into his and Daeyeol winces slightly, wondering how you’ll react when you feel the distinct lack of a heartbeat beneath his shirt. But you don’t so much as flinch, only look up with a slightly uncertain expression when Daeyeol goes rigid beneath your touch. “Is this okay?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes,” Daeyeol replies, voice slightly choked for breath. “Yes, it’s everything I’ve – just –” He swallows. “Is this what you want? It’s not… not just because of how I feel, is it?”

At that, your expression relaxes, worry melting into exasperated affection. “Of course not,” you murmur, arms tightening around his body. Daeyeol almost gasps at the muted warmth that seeps through his shirt, rushing up his skin. “I trust you. I should’ve trusted you a long time ago, really. You’ve only ever treated me with love and care. You’ve never done anything remotely threatening to me and…” You lift your head from his skin and look at him with shining eyes. “I don’t believe you ever will.”

He moves, then, arms curving around your waist with maybe a bit too much strength but he grants himself a brief reprieve from years of constant restraint, allows himself to bring you close, close, closer as he tucks himself into your warmth, closing his eyes in bliss as your breath tickles his skin. “You had every right not to trust me,” he corrects you, murmuring into your ear. “I don’t blame you. When a vampire shows up in your life and you catch him feeding, of all things…”

“Still, Daeyeol.” His name takes a new nuance, spoken from your lips with love. “You’ve never done anything to me or anyone, really, not on purpose. You’ve only been loving and gentle and kind, and I trust you enough to give you my love.”

To give you my love. Besides his name from your voice and your laugh, Daeyeol has never heard anything lovelier to his ears. “I’ll treasure it,” he promises, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. He delights in the little shiver that races up your spine. “Forever.”

“As I treasure yours.” You pull back, smiling wide. “Do you want to stay the night?”

. . . . .

Somehow, Daeyeol ends up in your room, sitting on the bed uncertainly as he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. He doesn’t really know what to do – actually, what will you be okay with him doing? Will you allow him to curl into your warmth the way he yearns to, or will you want to maintain some space?

Your voice startles him out of his thoughts. “Daeyeol, I’m not going to bite,” you say, looking slightly amused as you reach around him to pull open the blankets. “That’s your job. Come on, get in or I’ll make you get up to turn off the lights instead.”

Like a child, Daeyeol slides between the sheets, letting you drop them back over him before switching off the lights. The room descends into darkness lit only by a sliver of the moon through the window as you settle into bed next to him, pulling the blankets over you both.

An arm slips under him and Daeyeol almost forgets how to breathe again when you bring yourself closer under the blankets, resting your head against his chest. “Is this okay?” you whisper, voice tickling his skin.

It’s okay. More than okay. Much more than okay. So Daeyeol just nods, pushing away the urge to take off his shirt and feel your warmth directly on his skin rather than through his clothes. It’s your first night in the same bed. You’d probably be uncomfortable. “Yes.”

“Liar.” You shift in the bed, the moon illuminating your face just enough that Daeyeol can see the eyebrow you’ve raised. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you want.”

Daeyeol shakes his head as best he can. “No, no. I just…”

“Hm?”

To hell with it. Daeyeol swallows. “When I’m not around you, I feel cold,” he says. For heaven’s sake, if he was a human, his cheeks would be burning. “But when I am, I finally feel warm. And I…” He sighs. “I’d rather feel your warmth directly, rather than through my clothes.”

“… So you want to take off your shirt.”

His ears would also be red. “Yes. But if you’re uncomfortable –”

“No, it’s fine.” Your eyes look a little shy but it’s too dark for Daeyeol to really tell. “Come on, make yourself comfortable. I’m fine with it.”

“Are you sure? I –”

“Daeyeol.” You look up to face him fully as you smile wide. “Yes. I’m sure.”

The shirt falls to the floor and you pull yourself close once more. Daeyeol sighs as your warmth seeps through his skin, sending pleasant tingles all throughout his body as he curls into you, closing his eyes in delight. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Of course.” You shift slightly and Daeyeol blinks, ready to adjust to whatever position you find yourself in, but you only level your face with his, smiling brighter than the stars peeking through the window. “Do you mind…?”

It takes Daeyeol a moment to understand what you’re asking but when he does, he doesn’t bother giving you a verbal answer in favor of kissing you, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as you press back. His arm falls to your waist, curving over your body and bringing you closer as his other hand rises to caress your cheek. You sigh into his lips, your own fingers reaching up to tangle softly through his hair.

You break away for air, then kiss once, twice, three times more before it feels okay to stop. Daeyeol blinks slowly when you pull away the last time. His hand is still on your cheek and he rubs absentminded circles on your skin, soaking in the way you lean into his touch, and in that moment, he knows he could spend centuries waiting for your lips if it meant he would feel them, warm against his own, just once in a millennium.

“I love you,” you whisper, breath soft against his bare skin. Your eyes are fluttering shut but you keep them open, barely, just enough for Daeyeol to see the loveliness of your gaze before you close them fully for sleep.

He curls in closer to press a quiet kiss to your forehead. You don’t flinch from his cold touch, only sigh briefly before allowing your lips to curve sweetly, gently, as your eyes close. “I love you too,” he murmurs, kissing you softly one last time before settling into your touch.

Your skin bleeds heat into his, makes him feel a little more whole, a little more full, a little less like a blank, immortal vessel for the first time in centuries. It makes him feel as though his heart could beat again, could pump blood through his dead veins and turn him human once more. But even then, even if it can’t, it’s okay. As long as Daeyeol has you, as long as he can love you fully and feel the warmth of your affection in return, he’ll be happy, happier than he ever thought possible since the day he was turned.

Daeyeol smiles, pulling the blankets more securely around you as your breath evens into sleep.

He already feels warmer.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for Daeyeol to keep this warmth :D he deserves it)

[seungmoroll]

Running Man | Lee Daeyeol

Word count: 865

Genre: idol reader x Daeyeol, fluff and cute little actions

Requested: yes

A/n: thanks to the anon for send in this request, hope everyone enjoys it!

           This was not how you were expecting your day to go. When your manager had told you and Seokyung, a member of your group Eclipse, that the two of you were going to be guests on the show Running Man, you had imagined you guys running around doing ridiculous missions; and yes, that’s exactly what you did that day, except you didn’t imagine yourself being teased the whole entire day. All because of a certain person.

           In actuality, you couldn’t even shift the blame onto Daeyeol. It’s not his fault that HaHa, a senior that you happened to be close with, assumed that something was going between the two of you, which led to the other members and even Bomin and Seokyung to tease the two of you the whole day.

           It started during the introduction of the show, when your respective groups were introduced. You and Daeyeol were standing next to one another when HaHa had made a passing comment about the two of you looking good together. “Y/n & Daeyeol, you two look good next to each other.” The two of you make eye contact with one another and look away, feeling embarrassed.

           “HaHa, you can’t just say that.” Jaeseok scolded him.

           “But look at them,” he says motioning to the two of you, “You can’t say that I’m wrong.” From your side, you feel Seokyung playfully elbow you, causing you to bump into Daeyeol. He does nothing but give you a warm smile. “Look! Did you guys see that? Ey, is there something going on between the two of you?”

           Quickly, you shake your head, “No, this is the first time we’ve talked to each other, aside from greeting each other at music shows.”

           Squinting his eyes at you, suspicious of the two of you, HaHa says, “I’m watching you two.”

           When the 12 of you traveled to your second destination, the others had forced you to sit next to Daeyeol because you had been the last one on the bus and the seat next to him was the only one open. Once the bus had broken out into playful banter, you had pulled out some candy jellies that you had brought with you. Noticing Daeyeol’s stare on the candies in your hand, you offer him one. This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaeseok, who says aloud to the others, “Yah, it’s like these two are on an elementary date.” Of course, his comment has the two of your smiling from embarrassment.

           “Daeyeol, Y/n or Somin?” HaHa randomly asks him. It was common for the members to asks these types of questions, truly wanting to know who people would pick.

           “Y/n.” Response causes for the bus to erupt into cheers. You find their reactions ridiculous, but you can’t say they you didn’t like his response. “Okay, now Jihyo or Y/n? 1, 2, 3!” This time he says your name again. From behind him, Jongkook starts playfully shaking him around, “Yah, is Y/n the only thing in your mind?”

           “Okay, okay,” Jaeseok starts, “Y/n, it’s your turn, Kwangsoo or Daeyeol?”

           “Yah! How could you put me up against him?” says Kwangsoo.

           Before they even do a countdown, you respond, “Daeyeol,” and of course this causes for more cheers. “You guys, I think this is going to be the first time a couple was created here on Running Man!”

           From beside you, you thought you heard Daeyeol mumble under his breath, “Hopefully,” but you weren’t sure if you were just hearing things, so you chose to stay silent.

           After the final mission of the day, it was time to announce those who were receiving the penalty. It ended up being you, Seokyung, and Somin.  Before the three of you could be drenched with water, Daeyeol had stepped up and said, “Wait, I’ll take the penalty for Y/n.” His words shocked you, but made the others go crazy. “Yah, Y/n! If you don’t date him, I will!” HaHa screamed. You try to tell Daeyeol that he didn’t need to step in, but he refused to listen to you. Stepping up to take your punishment, Daeyeol braces himself to get splashed by the water cannon. When the water comes down on them, you instantly run up to Daeyeol and hand him a towel, which he gladly takes.

           Not being able to say anything else to him, you guys close out the show, and once filming had ended, you had told your manager and Seokyung to wait for you. Walking up to Daeyeol, you thank him for earlier, “Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do that for me.”

           “It’s fine, I needed to cool down anyways,” Daeyeol says, giving you a smile that leaves your heart fluttering.

           Before you could stop yourself, you blurt out, “Let me make it up to you at least.”

           “I think I know a way you can make it up to me.” You look at him curiously, waiting for his response, “You could give me your number, at least if you want to of course. I’m not trying to force you to do something you don’t want to.”

           Smiling at his directness, you respond, “I think I can do that.”

masterlist

[coffeeyeol93]

[ 8:54 ]

a/n: aah this was just a little thing i thought about while making pancakes last week ! i really hope you like it <3 pls keep requesting because this makes me infinitely happy :D ily so very much + i hope you’re having a lovely day/night !

word count: 680

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food

pairing : lee daeyeol x reader

the faint smell of pancakes drifted through the door, left slightly ajar, a beam of sunlight finding its way to your closed eyes. awoken by the alarm of nature, you opened them lazily, the promise of sleep still weighing your eyelids down, while you used all your strength to pull yourself up. you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your feet greeted by soft slippers, as you mentally thanked yourself. bringing your hands up to rub your eyes, you sleepily pushed open the door, instinctively following the sweet smell. 

when you had finally opened your eyes fully, you realised that your feet had carried you to the kitchen. as your eyes adjusted to the light, you were met with a loving smile. it belonged to your boyfriend daeyeol, the love of your life, and it made your heart melt instantly. 

“coffee’s ready”

his voice was like honey as the words rolled off his tongue, so comforting yet still so endearing. 

you made your way over to the pot of coffee, carefully pouring it into a cup and setting it down on the breakfast bar. the fact that it was almost 9am and you weren’t in his arms made you restless. head cloudy with anticipation, you shuffled over to where he was stood in front of the hob, delicately shaping a pancake into a heart.

you ran your hands across his shoulder blades and down his back, finding their home as they wrapped around his waist, pulling your bodies impossibly closer. you nuzzled your head into the nape of his neck, your lungs drowning in the familiar scent of coffee and cinnamon, engulfed with thoughts of your perfect boyfriend.

he calmly turned around in your arms so that you could see his face, guiding them up to drape over his shoulders, as his own hands comfortably rested on your waist. a smile curved across his lips, so soft they were almost begging to be kissed, as he tucked your unruly bed hair behind your ear. you could feel the heat radiating from his skin as his hand grazed your cheek, making the tips of your ears glow.

as you intuitively leant into his warmth, his hand found its way to your hair. as he began to thread the strands through his attentive fingers, you hummed in appreciation, your cool hands travelling back down his chest. you tucked them under his shirt, feeling him wince at the sudden cold contact, while you leant back slightly to let your eyes trace his features.

you tilted your face up to meet his, giving him a small peck which left him with only the lingering warmth from your lips, before diving your head back into his chest, leaving him slightly dazed. he lightly squeezed his arms around your waist, letting his head fall gently onto your shoulder as he whined at the fleetness of your kiss.

you glanced back up as he lifted his head, meeting his chocolate brown eyes, before resting your gaze on his lips again; this was more than enough of a sign for daeyeol. he scooped you up in his arms, swinging you around as delicately as possible, before capturing your lips in an amorous kiss. his hand trailed up to the back of your neck as his grip on your waist tightened, closing any possible gap between your bodies.

his lips were like rain in july, an intense bliss and such an acute sense of comfort that no-one else could ever provide. you kissed him like he was the first taste of water on your lips after walking a desert, as if it was the last kiss you would ever share. 

you pulled away from his firm grip, letting your eyes wander back up into his. every breath you took smelled like cinnamon and you wondered how you had ever survived without his coffee eyes, filled with adoration as he studied yours. 

“god, how did i get so lucky?”, he asked, almost as if he had read the thoughts circling your mind.

“you’re telling me”, you remarked, your hands lazily travelling up his back as you nuzzled into his embrace once again.

[babysubinnie]

so that’s how you felt. // lee daeyeol (requested)

🌟 pairing:: lee daeyeol x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, idol!daeyeol, idol!reader 🌟 summary:: being an idol at woollim has it’s ups and downs, but every single time you go to the conveinece store, it just so happens that daeyeol is only there when you are. 

a/n:: this is so short i’m sorry !!   ——————————————————————————

“are you going to practice today?” i looked up from my phone groaning that i really didn’t want to go to practice. yesterday we had a hardcore workout and now i was so sore i barely wanted to do anything at all. 

“i don’t want to.” i groaned kicking my legs while i was laying flat on the ground. i looked around to see my group already collapsed on the ground. i needed to get something done today. 

“i’m getting something to eat. everyone wants their usual?” i stood up seeing all of them nodding at me before i walked out of the door smiling. i then walked over to the store to buy everyone’s snacks. when i walked in, it was just me and the cashier, well until he walked in. 

i picked up a basket, then started picking up one snack for each member, then stopped when there was a body in front of me. i lifted my eyes after counting all of the snacks in my basket. i smiled when i realized who it was. 

“hey y/n.” daeyeol smiled putting his hand to lean up against the shelf. i laughed rolling my eyes grabbing one of the chocolate bars that was place right behind him. i replied with a smile and a quick hi. when i walked to the cashier, he kept staring at me from behind. i laughed the entire time then turned to look at him when the cashiers started scanning my stuff. 

“hi yeol. did you need something?” i giggled turning completely to face him before rolling my eyes when he shook his head. i turned back around to pay, grabbed the two bags, then started walking out of the store. he walked up behind me taking the bag out of my hand. 

“y/n wait.” he pulled my free hand back making me swing the bag around. i turned bright red before i could realize anything else. i looked up into his eyes which then he put his arm around my waist. 

“w-what’s wrong?” i darted my eyes around the hallway, and he stopped me. he shrugged leaning closer to me so that our faces were literally inches away. i thought that he was going to kiss me, but i was too focused on looking at every single one of his features to even think about that. 

“you tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing.” i shook my head but i knew that he saw right through me. even i knew that i didn’t sound very convincing. i couldn’t even convince myself, forget daeyeol. i thought i could get away without confessing, but boy was i wrong. 

“liar. you’ve been hiding something right?” he shouted after me when i was already turning around to walk away from him. i wanted to stay away from him because today, i already said all the wrong things. i swore in front of our choreographer. and it wasn’t just one word. it was a whole sentence of constant swears. 

“y/n tell me. i want to help you.” he was texting me, calling me, chasing me around the entire company trying to help me with whatever he thought i was going through. i didn’t think that he would find out, until i opened my mouth. when he walked into the practice room with all his members so that we could share dances, he automatically walked up to me. 

“please y/n, what’s wrong?” i wasn’t going to do it in front of golcha but i guess i had no other choice but to do it in front of them. i took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and looked up at him. 

“okay i’ll tell you my problem. i like you way too much than i’m supposed to be. every time you go on stage, all i can see is you. you’re everything that i’ve ever wanted but we’re not allowed to be together. it hurts me that every single day i see you in the hallway and i can’t do shit about it. is that enough for you? do you want more?” 

[overdhse]

masterlist

scenarios

Son Youngtaek - “Does this mean what I think it means?” + “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” | fluff

Lee Daeyeol - “Come home.” + “I haven’t seen you in months.” + “Do you miss me?”  | angst

Kim Jibeom - “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” | angst to fluff

Lee Jangjun - “How do I make you love me again?” + “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” + “I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.” | fluff

reactions

“Another nightmare?” | fluff + angst

“Which part of me isn’t enough?” | fluff

First kiss with s/o | fluff

most to least

Likely to get jealous

[yourfavkpopgurl]

Hi can you do a golcha reaction where you're at a family dinner and he notices you're not wearing any underwear

Golcha reaction to you not wearing underwear at a fam dinner pt.1.

Daeyeol

His hand would run up your thigh under your skirt. It was a normal thing to do for him, no sexual thoughts. When he didn't feel the fabric of your underwear, his hand wandered to your center. When he noticed he looked at you in shock. You smirked and he whispered "I can't wait to go home".

Y/sungyoon

Daddy was not having it when you "accidentally " dropped your keys and bend down to grab it. Your dress raised and your ass was revealed to him. He quickly ran over to you and put it down before anyone else saw it. He grabbed you by your waist and your faces were now super close to eachother. "Why aren't you wearing underwear" he asked whispering. "Why should I" you winked. "I'll punish you so hard when we come home babygirl"He smirked. "Just as hard as your dick right now?" You chuckled and went to the dinner table. Leaving him in frustration.

Jangjun

You and your family sat onto the couch together talking. You all got up to sit on the dinner table but you're parents to the kitchen. You skirt raised and you quickly fixed it. Jangjun saw that you weren't wearing any underwear. He immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you to the bathroom. "Jangjun, wha-" he kissed your lips and his hand went to your entrance. He insert a finger in you and you accidentally moaned. "Jangjun..." you whined when he inserted another finger. "Be quiet babygirl. If you don't want to get caught. But oh well if you didn't want this to happen, you should've worn some underwear." Be ready for a rough round 2 when you come home.

TAG/Youngtaek

Where are the hot tag gifs?

You were sitting at the table when your mom asked your dad to come help her with something In the kitchen. You took advantage of that moment to whisper in Youngtaek's ear. "I'm not wearing any underwear" you smirked. He looked schocked at you. He didn't believe you because he thought you'd never take such a risk. His hand went under you skirt and when he felt it, his eyes became dark. You saw his pants tighten and laughed a bit. "Gosh just wait until we're home and I'll punish you so hard."

Seungmin

It was a hot day when you were outside with seungmin and your parents. They were busy with the barbecue when you decided to sit on Seungmin's lap. He was wearing shorts so when he felt your bare pussy, he had that typical look on his face. He was confused and asked you about it. "Babe...aren't you wearing underwear?" You shook your head and kissed him. He stared at you until your mom asked him if anything was wrong." No, I'm okay thank you ma'am" and you chuckled. Not knowing that you had a rough night ahead.

Part 2

A/n: hope you liked this ^^I'm really trying to finish all my requests atm so be patient pls ^^.

[multiwendi]

can i request a fluff prompt 15 + 25 for golden child’s daeyeol?

hello sweetie, here is your request! Hope you’ll enjoy it! ♡

15. "Did I say that out loud?" 25. "I saw that. You just checked me out."  

[03:32 p.m] Daeyeol trained hard as their comeback was coming. He called Y/N to come to watch him because they have not seen him for several days. She came in when he was doing a body wave, which she found too sexy.

"You should do this more often, especially when you are at home," she thought for herself, but something was wrong. Daeyeol stopped and turned around to see her. 

"What? Did I say that out loud?" she immediately covered her mouth, blushing hard. 

"Yes, you did. You little," he smirked at her, coming closer to her. 

"Hi, my handsome," she kissed him, smiling into kiss. He picked her up and spun with her.

"Can you teach me how the body wave?" Y/N ruffled his hair, smiling at him. 

"Sure," he kissed her nose. He laid her on the ground and showed her how to make the perfect body wave. She was struggling with it. Daeyeol stood behind her, watching her body move. 

"I saw that. You just checked me out," Y/N exclaimed, pointing at him.

"I didn't. I'm just watching you doing something like body wave," he laughed.

[thepixelelf]

Please Linger

Genres: romance, angst, soulmate au, journalist/photographer Daeyeol, pediatric nurse Sungyoon

Pairing(s): Reader & Daeyeol, as well as Reader & Sungyoon (Golden Child)

Words: 2.0k

Warnings: blood, angst (yes that's a warning)

From the universe of Hold Me; Heal Me

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, Daeyeol knows his own soulmate can only heal so much.

•

Daeyeol used to wish for little.

He has an okay apartment -- not luxurious by any means, but comfortable and in a relatively safe neighbourhood. He has a steady job -- journalism isn't exactly revered, especially in these times, but he likes what he does. He didn't mind not having met his soulmate nearing his late twenties -- most people never meet their soulmate, if they have one, and even then, it's not like everyone meets The One in high school or college. Life is never like the movies.

Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, Daeyeol hovers his hand over the number pad next to the apartment building's gate. He can't just stand here for much longer when it's already dark out; he'll look like a creep. The numbers past his fingers look so intimidating, though. He remembers which ones he needs to press, (he has since the first time,) he just can't bring himself to... press them.

But he does, because he can't bring himself to not, either.

Daeyeol presses his pinky knuckle into the number pad so he doesn't smear his own blood on it. Your voice comes crackly and broken through the speaker indented in the pylon next to the gate.

"Did you forget your key again?" you ask teasingly -- not for him.

Daeyeol simply says, "It's me."

"Oh." Something rustles through the speaker, and your voice grows concerned. "Are you okay? Hold on, I'm buzzing you in."

The lock on the gate clicks open, and a low beep sounds when the connection up to your apartment cuts off. Daeyeol, sighs, uses his shoulder to push the gate open, and heads towards the staircase. Even though his sore muscles protest the extra exercise, his mind automatically chooses the stairs over the elevator. That would bring him to you faster. He doesn't want that.

Or, he doesn't want to want that.

He's tired, though, when he reaches your floor, too exhausted to remember what he wants and doesn't want when he raps his knuckles on your door. You open up immediately, a concerned frown marring your face as your eyes look Daeyeol up and down.

"Cripes, Daeyeol, what'd you do?"

His right cheek is all scraped up, still caked with a thin layer of blood and gravel from when he tumbled to the ground just an hour ago. His hands suffered a similar fate along with his right elbow, which he sacrificed to save his precious camera.

He shows you a weak smile. "I almost got them this time."

The tension in your shoulders deflates at his albeit misplaced nonchalance, and you roll your eyes, your signature smile returning to your lips. "Seriously? You're still trying to catch Red?"

"Not catch." Daeyeol lifts his camera in one hand, snapping a candid picture of you. "Capture."

"Daeyeol!" you whine, putting a hand up in front of your face much too late for it to matter. "Just get in here, you nerd." Putting your hand on his arm, you pull Daeyeol into your apartment and shut the door behind him. He feels the connection wash over him immediately. It flows to his hands, then his elbow, then his cheek, an indescribable warmth that begins to make him feel dizzy. Or maybe that's just the effect you have on him. "Take a seat, take a seat. You look seriously banged up."

A groan slips out of him as he sits down on a chair you pulled out from where it was tucked under the kitchen table. "This is nothing. I'm pretty sure Red got shot tonight."

"Whoa." You sit across from him, your brows furrowing, which Daeyeol doesn't pay as much attention to as the way you keep holding his hand on top of the table. You must feel the connection too, right? "You weren't all up in that action, were you?"

"Don't worry." Please keep worrying. "This all happened when I was trying to catch up to them after it all went down." Daeyeol puts his camera down on the table and removes the lanyard from around his neck, gesturing at himself with his newly freed hand. "Stumbled over my own feet like usual."

You snort. "You couldn't catch up to Red even though they were shot? You never cease to amaze me, Daeyeol."

"In a good way, right?"

"Believe what you want to believe," you tease, shrugging cartoonishly. The way your thumb rubs the back of Daeyeol's hand has to be subconscious. He knows you would stop if you were aware. "I don't know if I've ever met someone as clumsy--"

The door to your apartment opens.

"Babe, you'll never believe what Jangjun--" Sungyoon's voice cuts off as soon as his eyes land on Daeyeol, his hand still on the doorknob. He immediately takes in the sight; the dirt and dust on Daeyeol's shins, the scratches all over Daeyeol's face, the way his hand is held lightly in yours. He sighs. Closing the door, he slips his bag off his shoulder and toes off his shoes. He walks over the table without a word, puts one hand lightly on your wrist and the other on Daeyeol's, then pulls you two apart. Daeyeol feels the loss of the soulmate connection like a splash of cold water, like all the oxygen has been sucked out of him in a millisecond, but he doesn't react -- tries not to, at least. You look up at Sungyoon, about to say something when he sighs again. "What'd we say about healing before cleaning?"

Eyes widening, you look at Daeyeol's cheek, where his skin had started healing with bits of dirt and gravel still digging into the open wound. "Oh shit." You put both your hands up in the air even though you'd already stopped healing Daeyeol with your touch, then turn back to Sungyoon with a sad pout. "How do I always manage to forget?"

With a little chuckle, Sungyoon smiles endearingly down at you and lightly flicks your forehead. "It's empty up here sometimes."

You scowl and shoo away his hand, pouting further at the way Sungyoon laughs louder. It's so effortless for him. Daeyeol already knew this.

Sungyoon flicks your forehead again, not nearly hard enough to warrant the way you rub where he hit and the glare you shoot into the back of his head as he turns to address Daeyeol. "Let's get you cleaned up, bud," he says casually with a nod towards the kitchen sink.

Daeyeol follows him without saying anything. Pulling out the well-used first aid kit from under the sink, Sungyoon goes through the motions with practised efficiency. As a pediatric nurse, and the partner to a very clumsy you, Sungyoon hasn't flinched at the sight of blood in many years. He picks out the gravel from Daeyeol's cheek and hands, cleans his wounds with a damp cloth, and leaves the bandages in the kit. They aren't necessary for Daeyeol with you around.

As Sungyoon starts putting everything left unused back into the kit, he smiles at Daeyeol and gestures back to you at the table. Daeyeol doesn't let himself resent the way he knows that smile is genuine. He returns to you at the table, sitting down in the same chair and watching you purse your lips out and pick at the skin around your fingernails.

"Sorry for being dumb..." you mutter.

"It's okay." Please reach out first. "I forgot too."

Huffing out a sigh, you meet his eyes and show off a cute, close-lipped smile. "Yeah, well... still sorry. Can I...?"

You reach both your hands across the table, palms up, and Daeyeol feels the soulmate connection even before he places his hands on yours. It washes over him like ripples of flowing, sinking sand.

Daeyeol lets himself get lost in the feeling only until Sungyoon returns from the kitchen counter and sits next to you, scooting his chair closer to yours and slinging an arm over your shoulders. You turn your head his way and smile, muttering quietly, "Thanks for making up for my dumbness." Just as you finish speaking, you press a small, sweet kiss against Sungyoon's lips.

Daeyeol's hands stay still in yours.

Sungyoon smiles as soon as you pull away from each other, his eyes filled with something Daeyeol has only ever observed. "Always," he whispers.

Daeyeol swallows the feelings that threaten to rise up his throat like bile. He simply looks down at your joined hands, feeling guilty for being here during this moment between you and Sungyoon -- two people so... comfortable together. And when even just looking at your hands becomes too much, Daeyeol focuses his eyes on the table between his elbows, counting the striations in the wood.

The connection works quickly on such superficial wounds.

It's a testament to the...

Daeyeol shuts his eyes and opens them again.

...love shared between you and Sungyoon that even with Daeyeol, your irrefutably proven soulmate, in your apartment, Sungyoon doesn't act the slightest bit jealous, the slightest bit threatened. He doesn't question you letting Daeyeol in while he wasn't home; he doesn't ask why Daeyeol felt the need to come to you for something as small as a few cuts and scrapes and bruises. Why he keeps coming back. He holds you close as you heal Daeyeol with your touch, letting you lean your head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, and smiles over at Daeyeol.

Genuinely.

"Feeling better?" he asks without a drip of malice in his voice.

Daeyeol nods. Physically, it's the truth. In his heart, though, he knows he feels much, much worse than when he arrived.

You manoeuvre your hands to flip his over, a satisfied smile spreading over your lips when you see them perfectly healed, as if he never fell in the first place. "Would you look at that!" You lean forward off Sungyoon's shoulder and lift Daeyeol's hands to show them off. "Looks like you're not the only doctor in this house."

Sungyoon scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, if only you could heal yourself every time you get scraped up, you klutz."

Daeyeol could heal you every time. He says nothing.

You bump Sungyoon's shoulder with yours, laughing along with him.

Unable to bear you letting go first, Daeyeol stands and slips his hands out of yours. The soulmate connection fades away like the trill of a faraway train. He thanks you both with a small bow and an awkward smile, distracting his hands by hanging his camera back around his neck, then walks towards the door even though his heart screams at him to stay.

You follow him to the door like the good host you always strive to be, and as he steps out and pulls on his shoes, you stand in the open doorway, Sungyoon directly behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his chin propped on your shoulder. It's too cute to look at.

"Try not to get hurt out there again, Daeyeol," you say with a smile. Sungyoon nods beside you. "I know you've gotta do what you gotta do to get pictures of Red, but you're no vigilante."

"I know." Daeyeol puts both his hands in his pockets. They can't reach for you from in there. He turns his feet to point down the hallway to the elevator. "Goodnight." Please linger. "Sungyoon." He nods at the man clinging onto you like a koala.

"G'night, Daeyeol." You stay where you are in the doorway, one hand holding Sungyoon's over your stomach, the other waving at Daeyeol.

Is it better that you linger or does it only hurt him more?

He presses the 'down' button on the wall, and only seconds pass before the elevator arrives and opens. He enters, takes a breath, and turns around to face the hallway.

Daeyeol didn't used to wish for much.

He had a nice place. He had a nice job. He didn't know if he had a soulmate or not.

You linger in the doorway. In Sungyoon's arms.

You wave again as the elevator door closes.

Daeyeol makes many requests of the universe now. Please keep worrying. Please reach out first. Please don't let go.

He doesn't wish he'd never met his soulmate. He can't bring himself to wish that.

But it's impossible not to wonder what his life would be like if he met you when you weren't already in love with someone else.

[sunflowerpetalsworld]

marking my return as a golcha scenarios writer, hit me up in my ask, ill try to get your requests done as quickly as possible tho if any of you request smut i might just combust

[golchahrs]

[11:41 pm] heart pounding and ears burning, you can barely muster the mental strength to look at daeyeol in the eyes as he gingerly brushes his fingers over your cheeks to cup your face. little did you know, he was internally freaking out too.

daeyeol was trying his best to stop his hands from shaking, his breath from hitching. he didn't know where the sudden urge came from, but it's too late to back out now. when his hands settled on your cheeks, calmness washed over him. your cheeks were really warm to the touch and a small smile flitted across his features.

you caught the upward turn of his cheeks and the softness that flashed through his eyes, making your heartbeat increase. you can see his eyes take your features in. he quickly glanced over your lips. time seemed to slow.

a second slowly passed before he looked back into your eyes and quietly uttered, "can i kiss you?"

his eyes showed the same sincerity as his voice, so you nodded--not trusting your voice--and quickly shut your eyes.

seeing how tense you were, daeyeol rubbed his thumbs over your burning cheeks in attempt to calm you down. he was quite shaken up as well, but adrenaline took over and he pulled your face closer to his and pressed his lips onto yours, eyes fluttering close.

[blossom-hwa]

valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun​ for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf​ for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet​ (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :) 

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates). 

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face. 

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.” 

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door. 

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule. 

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely  determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges - 

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today. 

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today. 

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed. 

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his. 

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can. 

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.” 

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world. 

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.” 

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop. 

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year. 

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full. 

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away. 

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you. 

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers. 

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck. 

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other. 

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor. 

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you. 

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter. 

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you. 

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them. 

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street. 

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly. 

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep. 

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home. 

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner. 

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always. 

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?” 

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync. 

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines. 

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio. 

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles. 

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. 

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song. 

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves. 

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music. 

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him. 

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair. 

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

[radianthyuck]

daeyeol x reader; fluff; golden child

prompt #9: "take my jacket"

You slightly shiver on the side while your friends chatter and laugh loudly next to you. These past few days, it's apparent that the season was changing. The sun doesn't blind you at 6 am anymore as its light peaks through your window blinds. Everyone is also slowly changing their uniforms from summer to their winter attires. Right now, you are in your winter attire, but rushing out of class as soon as the bell rings, too eager to come home and lay in bed resulted in forgetting about your blazer which you had stored on your locker earlier.

"Y/n, why are you so quiet?" Joochan loudly asks and everyone suddenly turns to you. "Huh?" you look at them startled as you hugged your arms for warmth. "Oh, well I hate math so I don't have anything to say about your conversation" you quickly comment to avoid them noticing you're currently freezing. "I don't understand how you hate math when you literally have the highest grade in that class" Jangjun complains, "It's not fair" he adds as he pouts. "Not my fault you're stupid" you joke which is the only thing you can make fun of off Jangjun. He laughs and defend himself with, "Sorry, I can't hear you through my solid dancing skills".

As you giggle, you didn't notice Daeyeol quietly inches next to you and says, "Stop trying to hide you're freezing". "Here, take my jacket" he adds as he takes his off and places them on your shoulders. "I finally got to see your gentleman side" you tease while putting on his large jacket that hangs down to your thigh. He glances at you and curtsy bows as if you were the queen. "Are you sure you wanna give me this? It's literally freezing you might get a cold" you hesitate taking the jacket once you realize that that was his only long sleeve. "It's okay!! Where's yours though?" he curiously ask, raising an eyebrow. "Yea, uhm, my dumbass forgot it at school" you embarassingly tell him, your cheeks flushing a little bit.

The rest notices this interaction and being the best friends that they are, they just had to make fun of it. "Couple material!!" Donghyun shouts on the side, cheering with both his hands up. "Guys, shut up" you shush them because of the stares people have been giving due to their loudness.

You turn your face to the side to avoid Daeyeol and everyone seeing your pink bubblegum cheeks. Because damn, you've never found Daeyeol as charming and kind back then like you do right now. You knew he was nice, but since he was on the quieter side and he's a little bit older than you are, not much interaction has happened between both of you before.

I guess even though we're not that close, he cares, you thought.

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Duet

It was the second company Munhee thought of auditioning for. She had already had her parents sign the consent forms and she paid the audition fee. She was auditioning as a vocalist and bassist. She made it passed the first around of the auditions a presentation of talent. However, it was the next round that made her nervous. The company wanted to see how quickly they could pick up on music and how well their teamwork skills were. The company decided to pair the auditioners with one of their trainees.

“Choi Munhee, you’ll be with Lee Daeyeol.” An assistant announced. Munhee searched the line of trainees before her eyes fell upon his name tag. He was tall with beautiful facial features. He Had on a serious face however it didn’t seem to suit him. or at least that’s what Munhee thought.

She moved forward bowing before him, “Hello”.

“You must be Munhee.” He smiled, “Shall we find a practice room and get started?”

“Yes, can we.” Munhee smiled back. “Since it’s a duet, you’re a vocalist, right?”

“Yes,” Gestured to an open room, “do you have anything in mind for the song?”

“Either Some by Junggigo and Soyou or Eyes, Nose, Lips by Taeyang.” Munhee set her bag and case down by the wall, “I know it’s originally a solo song, but I feel confident I can break it into a duet.”

“If you’re confident in your ability we should go for it.” He smiled down at her.

Munhee sat down back against the wall as she laid her case down. She brought out her bass and stared up at Daeyeol, before patting the spot next to her. Telling him to sit down.

“They will be judging us extra hard, so our duet has to be extremely well.” Daeyeol spoke.

“Why do you say that,” She nervously strummed the bass.

“My brother is on the judge’s panel.” He admits.

“Brother?” Munhee asked still confused.

“Yes, brother.” Daeyeol laughs, “He’s in Infinite, Sungyeol.”

Munhee froze in terror. “I’m sorry. I knew Sungyeol-ssi had a younger brother who was a trainee. I’m sorry for not putting it together.”

Daeyeol burst into laughter, “It’s fine. Its very refreshing when someone doesn’t know who my brother is.”

“Are you sure?” She asked nervously.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, let’s get to work. You only have an hour and a half to get this duet put together before we have to preform it.” Daeyeol smiled, she nodded and pulled out her phone to search the lyrics.

After half an hour of distributing the lines they began to practice. “It can’t just be us standing at behind the mics, can it?”

“No, it really can’t be.” Daeyeol admitted.

“So, we make with it’s story. Almost chest to chest here.” Munhee points at the lyrics. “Then split apart here.”  

“How about you throw out some rifts here.” Daeyeol points to a break in the lyrics.

“What about you?”

“This is still your audition. You need to show off as much as you can.” Daeyeol advised.

“Alright, let’s try it out then.”  Munhee moved back to the center of the room and hit play on the music. They ran through the song multiple times. Each time they finished she felt more and more sure that she chose the right song.

Before the time was up she set her phone up to record Daeyeol and herself. She wanted to see how they were before they had to preform before the judges. Video showed a lot. Their vocals fit perfectly for the line distribution, however their bodies showed that the song wasn’t for them. They were stiff and kept their distance from one another. “We aren’t very convincing.” She stated.

“We aren’t, but we really don’t have time to change anything.” Daeyeol reasoned.

“We look like complete strangers.”

“We are stranger.” Daeyeol pointed out.

“How about if we tell each other about ourselves. That way we can feel a little more comfortable and it won’t be so ridged.”

“That’s actually a really good idea. It gives us time to rest our voices.” He smiled, “Want me to grab you a tea?”

“Just hot water please. I have my favorite coffee blend with me.” Nami answered with a mall shake of her head.

“Do you have enough for two?” He stopped at the door.

“Honestly, I have enough for sixteen.” She laughed at his shocked expression, “I’ll explain when you get back.”

When he returned, he and Munhee spoke of their homes. Daeyeol spoke of the distance relationship he has with his brother. How Sungyeol didn’t want him to be too dependent on him during his training. He explained that he knew his brother is proud of him. Munhee spoke about her parents and her being an only child. She told him she spent most of her life in her mother’s café, and that’s why she’s addicted to coffee. She explained that she carries so much coffee blend with her because it reminds her of home, which she misses terribly. She told him about the other companies she had auditioned for and the ones she still was going to audtion for.

He complimented her for keeping an opened mind when it came to auditioning. He told her that if it was up to him she would have already been handed a contract. She was grateful for the compliments, however before she had a chance to thank him there was a knock on the door.

“We’ll do great, don’t worry’ He reassured her. She nodded three time quickly and packed up her bass, before following him back to the audition hall.

Six pairs preformed before them. Three of them did simple dance along with a catchy song that did not show off their vocals. Two of which focused solely on the vocals. They stood behind their mics singing the best they could. And the last pair, made their mark by daring to cover Infinite. Their vocals were slightly off either due to the dance they made or out of nerves.

They were next up, before leaving her spot in the audience she opened her case and strummed the bass. Then She adjusted her phone to record the stage. “Daeyeol, follow my rifts at the end.” She whispered as they made their way up to the stage. The stood ten feet from one another. Instead of facing the judges they faced each other.

“Don’t be sorry,” He started. He kept his eyes on her, “That makes me more pitiful. With your pretty red lips. please hurry, kill me and go”

“I’m all Right” They sang together.

“Look at me one last time. Smile like nothing’s wrong,” She took over.

“So, when I miss you, I can remember. So, I can draw your face in my mind” They harmonized.

“My selfishness that couldn’t let you go. Turned into an obsession that imprisoned you.” She took her mic off its stand.

“Were you hurt because of me?” He copied her action.

“You sit silently” They stepped out from behind the stands.

“Why am I a fool?” He sang taking a small step forward.

“Why am I a fool?” She mimicked.

“Why can’t I forget you?” He took one more step.

“Why can’t I forget you?” She followed again.

“You’re already gone” They sang stepping forward once more.

They stopped moving, “Your eyes, nose, lips. Your touch that used to touch me. To the ends of your fingertips, I can still feel you. But like a burnt-out flame, burnt and destroyed all of our love. It hurts so much, but now” They take a breath and step closer one last time “I’ll call you a memory~” They sing together.

“Love you, loved you. I must have not been enough,” Munhee takes over showing off the strength of her voice. “Maybe I could see you. Just once by coincidence”

“Everyday I grow restless” Daeyeol joined her. Munhee broke off, “Everything about you s becoming faint.”

“You smile back in our pictures,” She joined in only supporting his vocals, before falling out once again.

“Unknowing of our approaching farewell.”

“My selfishness that couldn’t let you go. Turned into an obsession that imprisoned you. Were you hurt because of me? You sit silently” They sang together.

“Why am I a fool?” She sang taking a small step forward.

“Why am I a fool?” he mimicked.

“Why can’t I forget you?” she took one more step.

“Why can’t I forget you?” He followed again. They were three feet from each other at this point

“You’re already gone” They sang out staying in their place.

“Your eyes, nose, lips. Your touch that used to touch me. To the ends of your fingertips, I can still feel you.” Daeyeol sang.

“But like a burnt-out flame, burnt and destroyed all of our love. It hurts so much, but now I’ll call you a memory~” Munhee sang out softly.

“Your black eyes that only saw me. Your nose that held the sweetest breath. Your lips that whispered”

“I love you” He lead, stepping forward.

“I love you.” She sang back. They were inches away from each other.

“I love you.” He sang looking down at her.

“I love you~” She stepped back singing with as much power as she could control.

“Your eyes, nose, lips. Your touch that used to touch me, to the ends of your fingertips~” She sang out as she walked away leaving him center stage. “I can still feel you~”

“I can still feel you~” He reached his out in her direction.

“But like a burnt-out flame. Burnt and destroyed all of our love” She sang not turning towards him.

“It hurts so much, but now” They sang together.

“I’ll call you a memory~!” She sang out facing the judges, “Woah-ah~” She gave everything she had.

“Woah~” Daeyeol followed. Each of them threw out rifts that complemented the others last.

As the music ended, Daeyeol and Munhee finally looked out to the judges, who had amazement written all over their faces. The pair quickly placed their mics on the stands before meeting center stage once again. They looked out once again and bowed.

They raced off stage, were Munhee practically attacked Daeyeol with a hug. “Oh my god that was amazing. They looked impressed.”

“My brother looked shocked. Truthfully I completely understand why.” Daeyeol returned the hug.

“What do you mean?”

“The rifts and control you showed out there were nothing like what you showed me in the practice room. Honestly, I didn’t think someone so small could have such power.” He looked stunned.

“Was it bad?”

“Heaven’s no. It was amazing. Come on let’s get another coffee as the rest of the pairs go.”

“Hold up let me grab my bass and phone.”

Most of the pairs that had gone were hiding out in the hallways and practice rooms. As Daeyeol and Munhee were walking back to the practice room they used, the others would whisper as they passed by. Which made Munhee upset. It was as if a switch was flipped. The nice easy-going demeanor she typically wore was covered by Ice. Her face was serious showing no emotions. Daeyeol could feel the sudden shift in temperature next to him.

“Munhee grab the water. I’ll be back”

“When you get back we’ll watch the performance”

“Alright.” He left her in the door way. She made her way inside, leaning the case against a wall. Then claiming the spot next to it for herself. By the time Daeyeol returned Munhee had calmed down. “The chill in the hallway earlier what was that?”

“People talk. Most of the time they talk bad about a person. They think just because I look small and harmless that I won’t say anything about it.” Munhee stirred her coffee, “A long time ago I wouldn’t say anything because I was to be scared I’d end up alone. But now being alone isn’t bad since I have music.”

“So that’s were the power comes from.” Daeyeol smiled, “Come on I want to see the performance.” They sat there laughing at the performance. “You’re plan really worked. We did feel more comfortable with each other after we talked.”

“It will be a shame if we never talk or see each other again” she picked up her phone.

“You’ll make it in. I’m not worried about it.”

“I told I still have two other companies I’m auditioning for.”

“Come on but after meeting me the decision is a no brainer. You have to choose Woollim” Daeyeol joked with such confidence.

“It’s a strong contender now.” She laughed.

“There’s always Kakao” He puts out his hand for her to hand him the phone. When he took hold of it he put in his information and handed it back.

“Whatever company you join at some point we are doing another duet.” He was only half joking.

“There’s no doubt that’s happening” Munhee laughed.