#p1harmony hurt/comfort

[suunani]

pieces of myself ( hwang intak )

▍ intak reminds you that you’re enough as you are.

content: 1600 words, male reader, added member!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, boyfriend!intak, reader is having a breakdown, intak is the biggest sweetheart.

the dressing room was colder than usual.

the harsh overhead lights flickered softly, casting long, silent shadows across the space.

it felt like time was moving in slow motion. your breath coming out in shallow, uneven gasps as you sat at the vanity, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

you had just finished another successful concert with the boys, another night of applause, screams, and flashing cameras. but all you could hear now, in the quiet aftermath, was the pounding in your chest.

the image staring back at you wasn't really you anymore.

the stage lights had dimmed, but the hollow feeling in your chest hadn't. you had spent hours perfecting that flawless image — perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect posture. the boy the fans adored, the boy the company demanded you be.

but who was the real you?

who were you when the lights were off?

you had been suffocating for so long. the constant pressure, the weight of expectations from the fans, the industry, and — perhaps most of all — the pressure you put on yourself to meet them.

there were days when the smile you wore in front of the cameras felt like it was carved into your face, like a mask you couldn't remove. and every day, the weight of the mask felt heavier.

but today? today, it felt unbearable.

the knock on the door broke the silence, but you didn't move.

you didn't want to face anyone, least of all the one person who always made you feel like you were more than just the idol everyone expected you to be.

"y/n? are you in there?" it was intak, his voice low but filled with concern.

you swallowed, trying to steady your breath, trying to put on a face for him.

"yeah, i'm fine," you said quickly, the lie tasting bitter in your mouth.

you hadn't been fine for a while now, but saying it out loud made it feel real.

the door creaked open, and in he walked.

his eyes instantly fell on you. you hadn't even turned your face toward him, but the way he stood there, so still, so patient, told you everything you needed to know.

he had known something was wrong the moment you'd entered the building, and he hadn't stopped looking for you since. he'd noticed the way you'd withdrawn into yourself during the performance, the way your usual spark seemed dulled.

but intak wasn't the type to push when you weren't ready, so he waited. but now, seeing the emptiness in your eyes, he couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"y/n..." his voice was so soft, so full of empathy. "what's going on?"

you hated the way your throat closed at his words, how they made everything inside you feel more fragile, more exposed.

you had tried so hard to keep everything locked inside, but in front of him, it felt like it was all coming apart.

"i'm fine," you repeated, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"no, you're not," intak stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "you don't have to keep pretending with me, y/n. please, talk to me. what's going on?"

you could feel your chest tightening, the familiar sensation of a breakdown creeping up.

but you held it back, like you always did.

you couldn't let him see you like this. you couldn't show him the weakness, the cracks in the perfect image you were supposed to embody.

"i just need a minute," you said, your voice strained, desperate to push him away so you wouldn't have to face the pain.

but intak wasn't backing off.

he knelt beside you, his expression softening as he reached out to touch your arm.

"it's okay. you don't have to do this alone. you're not weak, y/n. you're allowed to break sometimes. but you don't have to carry all of this on your own."

the words were like a bomb going off inside of you. the dam you had spent so long building finally cracked.

you didn't want to cry. you didn't want to fall apart in front of him, but the moment intak touched you, his warmth, his concern, the tears flooded out.

you couldn't stop them.

"i... i don't know what's wrong with me, intak," you whispered, voice breaking with the weight of all the fear you'd been holding in. "i'm supposed to be perfect. i'm supposed to be this idol that everyone looks up to, but i can't keep doing it anymore. i'm so tired. i'm just so... tired."

your body shook with the force of your sobs, the overwhelming exhaustion finally spilling over. you felt like you were suffocating under the pressure.

the company, the fans, the endless expectations. it all felt so far removed from who you were as a person. you had always done your best to keep up the image. smiling, laughing, always giving more than you thought you had.

but now? now you didn't even know who you were.

intak didn't say anything for a moment. he just sat there, quietly watching you, as if giving you the space to let it all out. his hand remained on your shoulder, his touch reassuring but gentle.

"you don't have to be perfect, y/n."

he finally whispered, his voice filled with such tenderness that it almost felt like he was trying to heal the broken pieces of you.

"you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's okay to be tired. it's okay to need a break. you're allowed to be human."

"i'm not perfect," you gasped through your sobs, shaking your head as though the words themselves physically hurt. "i'm so scared that one day i'm going to wake up and everything will come crashing down. what if they hate me? what if they don't love me for who i really am?"

intak's hand tightened on your shoulder, and you could feel the ache in his chest, too, as if hearing the depth of your pain hurt him just as much as it hurt you.

it was breaking him, but he wasn't going anywhere. he couldn't leave you like this.

"y/n, listen to me," he said softly, lifting your chin so that you had to look at him.

his eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart ache.

"i don't care if you're perfect. i don't care about the image the company created for you or what anyone expects. you're enough. just as you are."

you shook your head, unable to accept his words. you didn't believe them.

not when you felt so far removed from the person everyone thought you were. the real you. the person that had been buried under layers of expectation. the person who didn't even know if they could go on pretending anymore.

"i'm not enough," you whispered, broken. "i'm not good enough for you. i'm not good enough for anyone."

you could feel your chest constricting again, the weight of your self-doubt pressing down on you like a vice.

intak's eyes filled with anguish, his face scrunching up with the emotion he couldn't hide. it physically hurt him to see you like this, to see the person he loved so much torn apart by invisible forces.

"y/n," he said, his voice shaking now. "you are more than enough. don't you get it? i'm not with you because of your image. i'm not with you because of the fans. i'm with you because i love you. the real you. the person who cares so much for others, the person who makes me laugh when i'm down, the person who gets frustrated with the smallest mistakes and pushes himself to do better. you're perfect in the way that matters. you're perfect to me."

his words, raw and sincere, were like a balm to the wound in your heart. but even as he spoke them, you couldn't fully believe them.

the weight of everything you were carrying felt too heavy. the fear that you weren't worthy of his love, the fear that one day everything would come crashing down, clouded your mind.

the pressure was suffocating.

"i don't know how to be that person anymore," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "i don't know who i am without all of this. without the image, the expectations. i don't even recognize myself anymore. i just feel so... lost."

intak's heart broke even further, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into his arms.

it was a tight, protective hug, the kind that wrapped around you like a shield, like he would never let go. he buried his face in your hair, holding you as if he could absorb all of your pain and exhaustion into himself.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he whispered, his voice breaking. "i never wanted you to feel like this. i just want you to be happy. i just want you to be okay."

and in that moment, all the walls you'd built around yourself, all the lies you'd told, started to crumble.

you felt his love, steady and unwavering, surrounding you. his warmth was the only thing that made the fear and exhaustion bearable.

"i'll help you," he said softly, pulling back just enough to kiss your forehead. "we'll figure this out together. you don't have to carry this weight alone. i'm here. i'm always here."

for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself lean into him completely.

the overwhelming flood of emotions left you raw and vulnerable, but with intak beside you, it didn't feel like the end. it felt like the beginning of something new.

maybe it wouldn't be easy. maybe you'd still have moments where the weight of everything felt unbearable. but for now, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

you weren't alone. and that was enough.

[seobnity]

⚉ characters: theo x reader

⚉ wc: 3,4k

⚉ genre: fluff, established relationship, slight hurt/comfort,

⚉ theme: boyfriend!theo, partner!reader, idol!theo

⚉ warnings: food mentioned, discomfort (reader has a migraine), theo picks reader up in his arms, use of pet names

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! This one was supposed to have different take but it went this way and I need to say, I am kinda glad it did. Also thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

Monday, the start of a new week and also the start of your spring holidays. Normally, you don’t really care about holidays. Yes, it’s nice to sleep for as long as you want and not stress about school for a while, but this time you have some fun plans with your boyfriend that you’re excited about.

You two didn’t plan anything unusual—just some lunch and dinner dates at your home (so you can cook together), watch movies in the living room, and simply enjoy each other’s company. Many people would say that these are just normal things you do with your partner all the time, and they wouldn’t be wrong for saying that, but with you being in school and your boyfriend being an idol, these regular moments become extra special.

Him being an idol means he doesn’t have much free time, and when he does, it’s usually for a day or two, which he uses to rest—and you understand that, of course! But once in a blue moon, there’s an occasion where he has a full week off, and luckily, this time you are also free from your school duties.

That’s why the first thing you did in the morning when you woke up was to take painkillers. You felt a headache creeping up on you and didn’t want it to ruin one of the days you were supposed to spend with your boyfriend; that was a big no.

You took two Paracetamols, washed them down with some water, and finally continued with your morning routine in the bathroom. After you were done with everything, you came back to your room and changed out of your pajamas into some nice but comfy clothes. Then, you made your way out of your room and headed straight to the kitchen.

"Theo?" you stopped in your tracks when you spotted your boyfriend making scrambled eggs with bacon.

You weren’t surprised to see him in your kitchen—he had a key to your house—but you were surprised by the fact that he was already there and cooking. You thought he would arrive around lunchtime because he liked his beauty sleep, and when he knew he didn’t need to wake up for any schedule, he was able to sleep for more than ten hours straight.

Theo turned away from the kitchen counter to face you, and when he realized it was you, his eyes slightly widened. "Oh, you’re awake already?" he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. His voice had a hint of disappointment.

"Yeah?" Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you moved closer to him to check if he was truly cooking or if he was trying to hide a mess he might have made during the process of making breakfast; otherwise, why would he be shocked to see you awake? "Am I not supposed to be?"

"Well... no." He chuckled awkwardly. "I wanted to wake you up myself with breakfast I made for you. You know, like they always do in those romantic movies." He looked at you, his cheeks starting to take on a pink tint due to embarrassment.

Your eyes softened at his words, and you immediately closed the distance between you two so you could embrace him in a tight hug. All of this showing affection thing was still new to him. "I'm sorry I ruined your moment, but thank you so much. It’s very sweet of you." You moved away just enough to look at his face with a smile on your lips.

Theo mirrored your smile and wrapped his hands around your hips, holding you a tad bit closer to his body. "Apology accepted." He leaned down to give you a quick kiss on your lips, which made your smile even wider. "Go sit down. I'll do some touch-ups and bring it to you." He gave you a wink, which only made you giggle.

You moved away from his hold and sat down at the kitchen table as you were told to do. Theo turned back to his creation and quickly finished it so you wouldn’t starve to death within those few seconds.

"Here we go." A plate was placed in front of you with utensils and a piece of bread to go with it. "I know it’s just scrambled eggs with a piece of bread, but I hope you'll still like it." Theo gave you a small, hopeful smile as he sat down at the table with you.

"Theo, I told you many times I don't need anything fancy," you smiled at him while grabbing a fork. You truly meant what you said. You never were into anything fancy—it was too much for you, and even though you thought that an expensive dinner or gift was nice, you appreciate something simple, like scrambled eggs that Theo made just for you. "Oh, wow, this is so good," you said after taking your first bite.

Theo had to laugh at you. "You don’t have to overdo your reaction, Y/N. Just say if it's bad, I can handle it." He straightened his back, preparing for your possible critique of his breakfast. "C'mon, hurry." He nudged you to reveal your true opinion.

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Babe, I am not lying to you." With your free hand, you grabbed the piece of bread to take a bite. "It's genuinely good. I am impressed." Another smile appeared on your lips.

Theo’s brows knitted together as his eyes carefully scanned yours for any hidden lie. "Really?" he asked, still not quite believing your words. "Let me have a taste. I wanna know myself that it's as good as how you are saying."

"Wait, hold on." You moved the plate closer to you. "You want to tell me you didn’t taste it while you were preparing it?" You looked at him with your own suspicions now, and Theo’s sheepish smile told you everything you needed to know. "You just want to eat my breakfast!" You shook your head at him.

"What?" He widened his eyes and dramatically put his hand on his heart at your accusation. "Me? Eat your food? Never."

"Yeah, sure, sure." You chuckled and ate another portion of the eggs. "My fries could tell a whole different story," you reminded him of every time he stole fries you bought for yourself from your favorite fast food chain.

Because he is an idol, he has a strict diet he needs to follow, so he can't just go and buy a hamburger with large fries, a Coke, and maybe six pieces of nuggets. No, he has you for that, and when he thinks you're not looking, he steals a few fries. If he's feeling bold enough, he even dips them in the sauce you got to go with them.

"What fries?" He tilted his head to the side, feigning confusion, but he couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his lips.

"You're unbelievable." You looked back at your food and continued eating. Of course, you couldn’t fight back a smile of your own at your boyfriend's almost childlike behavior.

"But you still love me." He leaned closer to you and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. Though, all of that was just a distraction so he could steal a piece of bacon you hadn’t noticed was there too. "Right?" He pulled back just enough to look at you.

You looked back at him and pretended to think for a second, which brought a small pout to Theo's lips. "Well, I guess I do."

Theo smiled happily at you. "I love you too," he said, suddenly standing up and moving around you to go towards the fridge. His mission of stealing that one piece of bacon had been successful, and now he tried to eat it without you noticing. What better way to hide it than to stand behind the open fridge door? "What would you like for a drink, my dear?" he asked, crouching down to look into the fridge while munching on the baked piece of meat.

"Juice would be nice, please," you answered, happily (and also peacefully, without your boyfriend's interruptions) eating your breakfast. "Thank you," you said when a glass of cold orange juice was placed in front of you. You immediately grabbed it and took a big gulp.

The rest of your breakfast went normally, without any further attempts from Theo to steal your food—and yes, you never noticed that one piece of bacon he had taken for himself. After you were done, Theo, as a true gentleman, cleaned up the dishes, and when they were dry, he placed them in their rightful spots in the cupboards and drawers.

That was your cue to stand up, and together, you two went to the living room, where you both sat down on the couch. Once seated, you reached for the TV remote on the table in front of you and turned on the TV, though it was only for background noise. You set the remote back down and turned your attention to your boyfriend, who was smiling at you. You returned his smile and leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Theo chuckled to himself and wrapped his arm around you, holding you close.

"Your parents are gone for the whole week?" he asked, drawing circles on your skin with his finger.

You nodded your head. "Yes, they are. Dad is on a business trip, and Mom went to Grandma's house to help her with something," you told him. "So we don't have to worry about them." You smiled softly.

"Ah, what a shame. I wanted to see your dad." Theo moved his hand from drawing circles on your skin to your hair to play with it. "There’s this one game I want to discuss with him. I think he would like it," he nodded, agreeing with himself.

You lifted your head just enough to see his face and raised one eyebrow at him. "Sometimes I think you like my dad more than me."

Theo let out a chuckle. "That is not true. I just want to be on his good side, and what better way than through games we both love?" He smiled and leaned in to give you a small peck on your lips. "And not to mention, you’re like this with my mom too. But instead of games, you talk about horror movies," he reminded you.

"Well, it's because she’s the only one who’s willing to watch them with me," you reasoned. "My mom is more of a romantic movie enthusiast, my dad doesn’t care about movies at all, he’d rather talk with you about games, and your dad likes fishing. Your mom is the only one who shares the same passion as me." You shrugged your shoulders and placed your head back on his shoulder.

You felt your head hurting again, which was weird because you had taken the painkillers not even an hour ago, so they should still be working. But that wasn’t the case here, obviously. You let out a small sigh when you realized it wasn’t just a headache but a migraine, which was a much worse scenario—one you didn’t want to happen.

"Hey, you okay?" You felt Theo’s hand stop stroking your head when he asked the question. "I promise to watch horror movies with you if you're upset about that," he said immediately, and that made you chuckle a bit.

"No, no, it’s not that, really," you assured him and patted his chest lightly. "It’s just..." you paused. You didn’t want to say it out loud—or more specifically, to him—because he would definitely cancel today's plans.

"It's just?" he urged you to continue because you never finished your sentence, and it made him a little scared about what might be happening.

"I woke up with a headache, so I took some painkillers, but the pain is back, and I realized it might be a migraine," you finally told him, sitting up properly on the couch and looking at him once again but this time with a guilty face.

"You were scared to tell me that?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "Y/N, honey, you don’t have to hide that you're in pain from me. I would actually appreciate knowing that you're hurting." A serious expression could be seen on his face. "And what's with that face, hm?" he gently poked your cheek with his finger.

"I didn't want that to ruin our week," you mumbled, still feeling guilty and also because the migraine started to get stronger. But you still tried to push through it before taking another medicine; you didn’t want to overdo it. "It's been so long since we could be with each other for more than a few hours." Your tone was not just guilty now but also sad.

"Baby..." Theo looked at you with sympathy. "Your migraine won't ruin our entire week. It won't ruin even this particular day." He placed his palm against your cheek and moved his thumb over your cheekbone. "Instead of cooking like we planned today, we will order takeout from your favorite fast food when you're ready to eat again, of course, because I know your stomach isn’t the best when the migraine strikes. I’ll make a nice dark fort here in the living room and play some calming sounds, or we can stay in quiet if it feels like too much." He gave you the warmest smile.

You felt so grateful that your boyfriend was such a sweetheart, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him anymore. Yes, it had been hard for the most part (and sometimes still was) with him being an idol, but you managed to work through horrible things, so this stupid migraine was nothing in comparison; at least in his eyes. It still bugged you but you tried to suppress the feeling because he is trying so hard so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.

Even through your rising migraine, a small smile found its way onto your lips again. You turned your face to the side where his hand was still on your cheek and gave him a small kiss on his palm to show him some form of appreciation, as talking started to feel like too much effort in your current state.

"I’m guessing this means you agree with the small change in plans?" he asked to confirm his assumption, to which you simply nodded. "Okay, then," he said as he moved his hand away from your face and reached for the TV remote to turn it off. "I'll prepare the fort for us. You can go and lie in bed until I’m done," he added, turning to you.

"Don’t wanna move," you managed to say while closing your eyes to block out the unnecessary light that was already starting to hurt you more—and that was just the daylight coming through the windows.

You could hear Theo chuckling and then felt him stand up from the couch. You were curious about what he was going to do, but keeping your eyes closed was much more pleasant than facing the light from the outside world, so you didn’t bother opening them. But you soon found out what he was up to.

Theo moved between your legs and leaned down so he could grab your hands and put them around his neck. "Hold tight, can you do that?" he whispered close to your ear. You only nodded in response, not questioning what exactly he wanted to do, and locked your arms securely behind his neck. "I’ll pick you up now, okay?" Even though it was phrased as a question, he treated it more like an announcement, and without waiting for your answer, he got into action. "Let’s go, my big baby," he said as he firmly grabbed you under your thighs and lifted you from the couch.

You instinctively locked your legs behind his back, and he adjusted his hold on you so you wouldn’t fall from his arms—not that he would ever let you fall. This sudden movement didn’t do your head any good, causing a terrible head spin, and you let out a discontented groan, hugging Theo tighter.

"I know, I know." He kissed your temple. "I'm sorry, but it will be better soon, I promise." He was still speaking in a hushed tone to avoid triggering you further, knowing how sensitive you had become due to the migraine that was growing more intense with each passing minute.

Theo carried you to your room and slowly placed you on your bed. Sadly, even though he tried so hard not to make you any more uncomfortable, your head spun again, and you immediately curled into a ball, hoping to stop it. While you were fighting the spinning of your head and the growing urge to empty your stomach, Theo closed the curtains to make the environment a little more bearable for you.

"Rest here for a while," he said while carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I'll be back soon." He gently stroked your hand in a caring manner. He didn’t wait for you to say anything—he stood up once again and went to the door to leave, so he could prepare the fort in the living room, just as he had promised.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled quietly, unsure if Theo could hear you, but you had to apologize. Things had gone downhill with your migraine so quickly that you felt even guiltier than you had while the two of you were talking on the couch in the living room.

You didn’t hear him say anything, so you thought he had probably left already and hadn’t noticed that you had said something to him. But suddenly, you felt the bed dip under his weight once again, and soon his hand found its way into your hair.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he stroked your hair. "I know you feel bad for ruining our plans, which are your words and also wrong, but I don't think you ruined anything, Y/N." He was still speaking softly, which warmed your heart even more because of how considerate he was, making sure not to worsen your migraine; oh, how much you loved him. "This only means you’ll need me to be by your side, and I am more than willing to do that." He smiled, even if you couldn’t see it. "You're the only one I love to take care of."

Those words made you look up at him. It took a lot of strength and effort, but you had to see him. His eyes were nothing but honest and full of love for you, and you felt tears welling up in yours. "I love you," you whispered, afraid that you would actually start crying if you spoke any louder.

Theo wasn’t the type of person eager to take care of something or someone; he had never had a pet for this exact reason. Even his members often joked about it, and they weren’t wrong. But when you became his other half, something in him changed—though he didn’t want to admit it for a long time. When he finally realized there was nothing wrong with caring for someone you love, he started to show it in small ways. Everyone around him noticed the change, but only his members were bold enough to tease him about it. You didn’t want to scare him away at first, but soon, you began making small jokes here and there too.

"I love you too," he smiled even brighter and wiped away a tear that had escaped your eye. "Don’t cry, baby, it will make you feel worse." He stroked your cheek in a calming manner.

"I know." You chuckled dryly and closed your eyes again, burying your head to block out as much remaining light as possible. He was right—the tears made your head feel worse, but it was his fault for making you cry over the sweet words he had just told you.

Theo had to chuckle too. "Rest, okay? I'll be back soon, and then you can tell me what else you want." He leaned down, gave you a kiss in your hair, and stood up once more. He would have kissed your cheek, but your head was buried between the pillow and your hands, so he had to be satisfied with that.

Finally, Theo left your room to prepare the fort in your living room, and who knew what else he would think of. While you were resting and waiting for him to come back to take you downstairs, you actually fell asleep.

Theo returned to your room about thirty minutes later and immediately noticed your sleeping form. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he took a blanket and placed it over your body. "Sleep tight," he murmured lovingly.

[pinkbeanii]

I do love me some hurt comfort fics, and in this particular instance I'm talking about arguments and making up. However...

I work with children. So my immediate response to when anyone, including adults, gives me attitude is to ask "You want to try that again?" And honestly, it works pretty well. And I have never seen any fan fiction really utilize that...

So either I need to get my shit together and write a fic with that premise, or somebody else needs to do it! And please tag me if you do!

💖Beanie

[yyawnjun]

guys if you ever read super good fanfic pls mind send it to me or tag me, i will give you cookies and a smooch if you do it,,,,i truly hate how Tumblr works, there are so many good fics out there but it's so complicated to find them bc how the system is set up (ಥ﹏ಥ)

[blankjournal]

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CHOCOLATE CAKE

genre. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. warnings. exams/exam stress mentioned. crying. brief mention of drinking/partying. light profanity. food (cake hehe). mentioned that reader wears makeup. intak cheers you up!! pairing. intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for my kyo @blue-jisungs <33 ilysm and i'm so proud of you, ik you've worked so so hard <33

By the time your bus was almost to your stop to get off, the tears had dried on your cheeks. You felt absolutely exhausted, and there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and just sleep. Exam season was always stressful, but the past month had been a living hell.

You didn’t exactly do great on your midterms, despite studying almost every second you were awake. It frustrated you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get the high marks that you strived so hard for. Your friends seemed to pass so easily, some of them not even bothering to study in advance. While they had all gone out drinking or partying now that it was the last exam day, you were prepared to study more tomorrow in order to retake exams next week.

You had cried all day— after one of your more stressful exams, after getting a bad mark back on an earlier exam, at lunch when your friends asked you how you had done. It was both embarrassing and exhausting. You were so, so tired.

You felt numb and mindless as you grabbed your bag and got off the bus. The air was cold and sharp, but the breeze was welcome. Even the shiver that ran up your spine as you stepped onto the pavement wasn’t a bother. It allowed you to breathe. The dark cloudy sky seemed to be mirroring your mood, and you found a small comfort in that. 

You didn’t bother to knock or announce your presence at all when you reached your apartment. You didn’t have the energy to talk; your entire body feeling sluggish and slow as you dropped your bag on the chair and shuffled out of your boots.

“Fuck- Did I not set the timer?! No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

The voice of your boyfriend startled you at first before you registered the familiar tone and relaxed, a whisper of a smile even playing on your lips. He hadn’t said anything about stopping by today, but given his love for surprising you, you should have expected it. You weren’t quite ready to show yourself to him, though, so you made your way quietly to the bathroom, still able to hear him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Chocolate, chocolate… melt for… 30 second intervals? She likes chocolate- so 2 packets? Yeah.” 

You wiped off any makeup that had survived your many crying sessions and washed your face of the tear stains and exhaustion of the day. Once you changed into pyjama pants and one of Intak’s stolen hoodies, you finally felt at ease. The weight of exams and the thought of retakes still looming over your head wasn’t something you could ignore, but just for tonight you willed your brain to not focus on it. Just for tonight, you deserved to rest.

You shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen, still trying to be as quiet as possible. Intak had his back turned to you, and didn’t notice your presence at all as he worked near the stovetop. The smell of chocolate cake and cherries reached your nose, and your chest felt warm. Intak always knew your favourite comfort foods and the best ways to cheer you up after a long day. 

You didn’t realize until now just how much you had missed him. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, completely oblivious to your figure in the doorway, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You missed his hugs and his kisses. You missed your late night talks and when you would game together where he would let you win on purpose. You missed telling him how much you loved him and watching his eyes brighten. 

Given how busy you were studying and preparing for exams, you barely had time to see him in the past 2 weeks. He would send you encouraging text messages in the morning, and you would text him during your breaks, but most of the time you had to keep your phone far away from you and on Do Not Disturb to keep your focus. 

You missed him so much that it was almost hard for you to keep watching him silently when you knew that he would hug you as soon as he was aware you were there. But he soon turned around to transfer a bowl to the sink, and his eyes quickly met yours and froze. You watched as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before turning up into a big grin a second later.

“You’re back!” He chucked the dishes into the sink and practically ran over to you, capturing you in his arms and lifting you slightly off the floor. “I thought the exams would swallow you whole, I missed you so much.” He mumbled in your ear, prompting a smile to form on your face.

“Me too.” You sighed in content. The feeling of Intak’s arms around you was one of your favourites in the entire world. From how close you were, you could smell his woody cologne as well as his gentle natural scent peaking through. He hugged you tightly, swaying softly from side to side until you made moves to escape his embrace.

“One sec!” He rushed to the other room, coming back with a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “For my academic weapon of a girlfriend.” 

You were going to protest about the academic weapon part, but with his cheesy grin plastered on his face as he held out the flowers to you, you didn’t have the heart to. You knew he wouldn’t accept any objection from you anyway. In his eyes, you were nothing less than perfect.

You ranted about the past week to him while he finished decorating a chocolate cake, discouraged by the fact that you would have to retake some exams. But Intak would only say how proud he was of you for making it through the stressful month.

“You worked really really hard, and I’m so proud of you, baby. The scores don’t reflect your self worth, okay?” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you had told him everything.

You wouldn’t have believed the words coming from anyone else, but he was your boyfriend and you knew he wasn’t even capable of lying to you (after all, he had tried in the past, and you had caught him every time).

Seeing Intak’s smile and hearing his words of encouragement gave you back energy for almost an hour, but you felt a crash of tiredness again once you settled on the couch with him to eat cake and snuggle.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’ll have to carry you to bed.” Intak joked, watching you sleepily blink with love in his eyes. Despite being worried about how hard you had pushed yourself, he knew the best thing he could do was just cheer you on and let you recharge with hugs. He wouldn’t care even if you fell asleep on his arm and it was sore for hours the next day.

“You’re comfortable.” You argue in a mumble, only melting into his arms more. You were practically a puddle on top of him— letting your entire body relax and trusting that Intak would let you sleep.

“My girl is that tired, hm? Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” He spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face and making sure the blanket covered your shoulders.

“You’re more comfortable than my bed.” You whispered, already teetering on the edge of consciousness. You heard Intak scoff, and though your eyes were closed, you could picture his adoring smile perfectly. You were half asleep by the time his response fell on your ears, and entirely too tired at that point to comprehend his words. You smiled when you felt him press a kiss to your temple, and finally allowed yourself to slip away to your dreams after the long day.

With Intak by your side, the stress of your life seemed to lessen, and your mind stopped racing as much. You let yourself relax and just enjoy being with him, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

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[ohhmydyosfics]

(Keetak) Sympathy 3000-21

It's illegal to alter tech in your basement, let alone harbor a sentient government robot, but neither of those things stop Jongseob. Keeho is going to go grey before he hits thirty.

[rosie-rosem]

coming out with new tweeting hearts chapters soon !!!! it’s gonna have more drama. 😵

[p1eceandharmon1]

supportive boyfriends┊ p1harmony (ot6)

warnings: none ┊ fluff! ┊ gn!reader ┊ word count: 817

ੈ♡˳ - requested!

contents: how would each p1h member support their s/o

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➳ Keeho ┊ 윤기호

Keeho becomes your personal shelter from the real world whenever you feel like life is just too much, and you can’t quite cope with everything. He wouldn’t hesitate to offer you his shoulder to cry on and his arms would always be opened for you to rest for as long as you need. He is your safe space, where you feel comfortable enough to let out every single one of your worries and fears. As expected from a leader, he’s such a good listener, and an even better adviser. He just wants you to trust him and share your feelings with him so he can help you manage them in order to conquer your fears. He celebrates every single one of your achievements with pure joy, and would tell the world how proud he is of you.

➳ Theo ┊ 최태양

Theo would put your well-being before his own in a heartbeat. He may not often say it out loud, but the last thing he wants is you getting stuck in the past, not realizing you’re more than able to thrive and achieve greater things. However, he avoids interfering with your affairs as much as possible — it is very important for him that you fight for yourself and build your confidence in doing so. He knows you’re strong, brave and hard-working, and he makes sure to remind you of that every day, but still, he gets really worried. He can be extremely protective of you, that’s why he would always be quietly by your side, always ready to step in to face whatever or whoever represents a danger to you. You never feel alone or unsafe, because you know he has your back.

➳ Jiung ┊ 최지웅

Late-night deep talks with Jiung are very common in your relationship. He’s such a caring, empathetic and intelligent man who’s always encouraging you to talk to him and be very vocal about your concerns. Every single problem that you’re facing, he would take it as his own, so he puts a lot of effort into acknowledging your feelings and making you feel heard and understood. He often shares personal advice and knowledge with you, hoping you find it helpful to sort things out. He wholeheartedly believes you will achieve great things, and would repeat those words to you over and over again, until you believe them yourself. He wishes you realize how worthy of happiness you are, and he would be the first one to celebrate every single one of your achievements.

➳ Intak ┊ 황인탁

The moment Intak feels something is bothering, saddening or worrying you, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. Unless you ask him not to, he is more than ready to involve himself and be by your side so that you never feel alone or unprotected. It’s not that he thinks you’re not capable of standing up for yourself; he just wants to make sure your intrusive thoughts don’t get the better of you. He wants to be the one reminding you of your worth at all times, the one building up your confidence and the one you can turn to when you feel tired or scared. However, he wouldn’t overwhelm you; he would wait for you to open up to him and, the moment you do, he’s all ears and would do everything in his power to help you overcome any difficulty.

➳ Soul ┊ 白翔太

To Shota, you are the most valuable and precious thing in this world, so he would do whatever it takes to keep your heart safe from everything. Seeing you struggling or hurting is unthinkable for him, so he would put a lot of effort into controlling his own feelings in order to be a reliable emotional support for you. He is the only one who can get a smile out of you when you’re going through a tough time, making you see your problems significantly smaller for a while. Like Theo, he wants you to thrive and believes you’re capable of it, but he’s very scared you get hurt, which makes him very protective of you. Because of this, he wouldn’t stop encouraging you to confide in him and share everything so you can take every step of the way together.

➳ Jongseob ┊ 김종섭

You have never struggled with communicating your worries with Jongseob. He’s such a great support for you, always encouraging you to fight, be competitive, confident and change whatever that represents a burden in your life. He’s the king of praising and would never get tired of reassuring you of your worth. He respects your privacy so he would often be rooting for you from a distance, but the moment he feels something is off, he would run to your side so you don’t feel alone. As long as you’re with him, he would never let you give up; instead, he would stick with you through every up and down, assuring you that better days will come and that you will experience them together.

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[moonhoures]

Sunday Morning

🕷️ kinktober — day 9: cockwarming 🕸️

pairing: jiung (p1harmony) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, morning sex, cockwarming, edging (kinda? sorry jiung 😅), somnophilia (idk if this really counts but i’m putting it just in case!), pet names: ‘ji’ & ‘baby’ for jiung

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: just some good ol’ morning sex with bf!jiung 😌

posted: october 9, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Your bedroom was enveloped in a layer of thin darkness provided by the gloomy, rainy weather settling outside of your windows. Sundays were usually your chore and errand day of the week, but when your eyes cracked open for the first time this morning and saw the nasty weather, you threw those plans out the window (metaphorically). Instead of getting up to start your day, you snuggled yourself further into the warmth of your sheets, pulling them tighter to you. You snuggled your face into the plush of your pillow, and shifted your hips back for a more comfortable position. Only, your behind met something solid, which had you concerned and confused, but only for a moment.

“Hey, quit hogging the covers.”

You melted into relief as you remembered that your boyfriend had stayed the night and was sleeping just behind you. His presence made itself clear as he turned to face you, tugging back some of the sheets. He lifted them up while he scooted closer to you, letting the soft fabric fall over the both of you. You felt his arm encircle your waist and pull you closer to his front.

“I forgot you were here,” the grogginess of just waking up was evident in your voice, cracking some of the syllables.

“Ouch,” Jiung mumbled with fake-hurt, making you laugh softly, “Glad to know I have such a big impact on your life.”

“Well you haven’t stayed the night in so long. Excuse me for not being used to waking up with you next to me.”

Your boyfriend leaned forward and kissed your shoulder that was exposed by the neck of your shirt slipping to the side. You instinctively scrunched up, trying to avoid the tickling sensation that came with his lips and breath brushing against your sensitive skin. But he persisted, hands holding onto your hips to keep you still while he attempted to kiss your neck. The best he could manage was leaving chaste pecks on the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend the night,” he apologized with a smile as he held you close, spooning you. Your hands found his at your navel, and you intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll have to change that soon.”

“I would like to wake up like this more often,” you confessed, making your boyfriend smile even wider.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, scooting yourself impossibly closer to him. He hoped you didn’t hear the small noise he let out when you brushed against the subtle tent forming in his shorts. But of course he couldn’t get that lucky, “Seems like you would, too.”

“Babe-“ he groaned in embarrassment, his arms tightening around you. You laughed at his expense.

“If you had morning wood, you could’ve just said so, Ji.”

“I didn’t- I don’t- I-,” your boyfriend sighed, half in defeat and half in frustration. It’s not like he was the one that rubbed his erection against your ass, “It’ll go away, just . . . don’t touch it.”

Secretly, you loved making Jiung flustered like this. He was always so cute when he got nervous and stuttered over his words. You wished you could see how pink his cheeks were getting. How wide his eyes were. You decided to tease him further, not-so-innocently shifting to “get more comfortable” and brushing even more against his bulge in the process.

“________,” he warned you, hand gripping your waist in attempt to stop your movements.

“You’re right, I’m too tired for that right now,” you sighed, but the gears were already turning in that pretty head of yours, “Unless . . . you want to just put it in and nap some more with me?”

“How is that any fun?” he asked, a slight pout to his lips. But he wasn’t denying you, so that was something.

“I guess it’s not supposed to be,” you shrugged, “But it’s intimate. And if you’re good, I might reward you.”

“Might?”

“Fine, I will reward you. But only if you stay still and let me nap.”

Jiung mulled it over for a minute, but he truly didn’t think he had the strength, the self control. Still, he was never one to turn down the opportunity to have sex with you. There were very few things he could think of that were better than being buried inside of you, so this just felt like a no brainer.

“Think you can do that?” you asked him, peeking over your shoulder to see him struggling in his own contemplation. The dark shadows on his face brightened with the flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a split second, followed by a low rumble of thunder off in the distance.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him do so.

It was a blessing and curse that you decided to sleep in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts. A blessing in the sense that it gave him easier access, and a curse in the sense that the easy access only turned him on more, making his erection stand at full attention, hard and uncomfortable. He thought a quick, thankful prayer as he took his weeping cock out from his sleep shorts. If you hadn’t decided you wanted to cockwarm him, he would’ve waited entirely too long to take care of his morning wood in the bathroom like a gentleman. He made a mental note to treat you real good the next time you had proper sex.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, not wanting to dive right in too soon and have it be uncomfortable for you.

“Honestly, Ji, I’ve been wet since I woke up,” you admitted with a small giggle, “So yeah.”

A small fluttering feeling took up space in his chest as he wondered if you were wet because of him. Had you dreamed of him? You had never had a wet dream about him—as far as he knew—so the possibility made him really happy.

He decided not to waste anymore time, so he discreetly used some of his spit to moisten the grip on his dick, rubbing it out a little before getting closer to your center. The fabric of your underwear was easy to move out of the way, and in seconds he was sinking into you with a small hiss. Inch by inch, he fed his length to your hole, letting you suck him in with a familiar warmth that felt like the most impure hug.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he couldn’t help himself from admitting. Once he was seated deep within your heat he got the overwhelming urge to thrust, but the voice of his conscience told him to keep himself in check. It shouldn’t be too bad, all he had to do was hold you and stay still until the both of you nodded back off to sleep. But how long do they plan on napping? he thought. I don’t know how long I can do this before I go insane.

A mix of a hum and a small sigh left you as you felt yourself become full. Jiung watched you practically melt into the bed, your shoulders dropping with relaxation and your head nestling further into your pillow. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head without even thinking about it. His body moved on its own, doing what his heart wanted him to. He smiled at your cozy state, hugging you again. His legs were almost entangled with yours in this position. You two were so close that you basically became one entity.

“This feels nice,” you spoke so softly, moments away from falling back into a slumber.

Jiung wanted to agree, but he was focusing too much on relaxing and not bucking his hips into yours like he so badly wanted to. So instead, he hummed weakly in agreement, fingertips softly gripping the flesh of your tummy as he tried not to adjust his position. If he moved even a centimeter while inside of you, he knew the drag of his cock against your walls would feel too good for him to stay quiet and keep his cool.

“Ji,” you called his name, a hint of a smile on your lips, though he couldn’t see it since he was behind you and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just- trying to stay still like you asked.”

You chuckled faintly. He really was the cutest—and the most obedient, you’ve noticed, “You’re doing good, baby. Just a while longer.”

Jiung nodded, but inside he was whining like a sick puppy. Just a while longer, he thought.

A few minutes turned into several minutes, and eventually became over half an hour. Jiung had finally gotten to a point where he was fully relaxed, cuddling you and focusing on your lulling breaths to keep himself at bay, and it worked. Your delicate snoring didn’t even faze him as his eyes fell closed and he began nodding off beside you. He awoke after a while when you shifted in his warm embrace, hips slightly rutting against his. A choked groan squeaked out of his lips before he could stop it.

“Sorry, baby, did I wake you?” you asked him, purposefully beginning to rock your hips in the most subtle way that it could seem accidental.

“Ah- Please,” he breathed out in a sheepish tone, his hand quickly moving from your stomach back to your hips. His fingertips gripped onto your skin desperately, trying to get you to stop moving.

“What? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Ji?”

“I- I do,” his words came out in pants as his groin began to feel like it was on fire again. His cock throbbed with the anguishing need to cum.

“Then fuck me.”

It was the most gentle command he had ever heard, but the most compelling. Not even a second went by before he was thrusting into you with fervor. Your lip was sucked in between your teeth as you tried to bite back moans and failed. Jiung was a sweet lover, always so attentive and never selfish. He did tend to get a little ambitious sometimes, and those were the few times he would cum before you did. Now seemed like it would be one of those times, but you couldn’t blame him. He had suffered long enough while you cock warmed him. He was a good boy, and did exactly as you asked of him. He deserved to cum first.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“Thank you,” a long, pathetic moan followed his words as his hips stuttered behind your own. He jerked and twitched with every rope of cum that painted your insides. Overwhelming pleasure was all he felt, and in that moment all the waiting he had to do was worth it. Absolutely worth it.

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[seobnity]

⚉ characters: intak x reader

⚉ wc: 1,2k

⚉ genre: angst, slight romance(?), drama, hurt/no comfort, tragedy

⚉ theme: boyfriend!intak, partner!reader

⚉ warnings: grief, character injury, coma, death briefly mentioned, heavy topics, hospital setting

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! For this story I used some of the lyrics from a Nightwish song called Sleeping Sun (yes, I even named the story after it <3). If you can find the lyrics, you are amazing! Also thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

You slowly opened the door and quietly stepped into a small hospital room. You carefully closed the door behind you and moved closer to the bed, still trying not to make any sound. "Hi, honey," you whispered and gently brushed some hair from his forehead, noticing that it was a little smoother than it was yesterday.

There wasn’t any reason for you to be this cautious about making a sound or talking too loudly because Intak had a room all to himself, so you weren’t bothering anyone by your visit. Yet, it felt like you had to be quiet. It was a hospital, after all, and it was nighttime too—many patients were already asleep, and hospital walls aren't exactly soundproof.

"I see they washed your hair today," you smiled softly and looked around the room to spot a chair. One was right behind you, so you pulled it closer to the bed and sat down on it. Your first thought was to sit on the edge of the bed, to be closer to him, but you didn’t want to disturb him, and that’s why a chair was a better option. "I need to thank them on my way out. I really couldn’t do it myself this time. I had a lot of things to take care of." A small sigh escaped your lips.

You had no idea why you were explaining yourself to him when he wasn’t even aware of your presence. Intak had been in a coma for several weeks and still hadn’t shown any signs of improvement. The doctor told you it could—and would—take a lot of time to see any changes, positive or negative, but it was still hard to see him like this. His body was just lifelessly lying on the hospital bed, with different machines attached to his body to keep him alive, and all the bandages around his body and head—it really wasn’t the easiest sight.

And all of this was happening because of some drunk idiot.

Intak is (or was, depending on how you look at it) a rally driver. He started when he was sixteen years old and immediately caught the public’s eye. Sure, he wasn’t the first to start this early—some start even at a much younger age—but there was just something about him that people liked. And not just the public; people in the industry also saw how talented he was. Thanks to that, he got opportunities and, when he finally got to compete as a driver, he soon became a very well-known and popular rally driver who was always on the winners’ podium. It didn’t matter what place—gold, silver, or bronze—he was still among those who won the race.

You met him after one of his races in a restaurant, where he was celebrating his second-place win alone. He wasn’t of legal age at that time, so he couldn’t go to a bar with others for a proper celebration, but he didn’t seem to mind when he had you as his waitress. At that time, you didn’t know who he was—you were never really interested in rallying or cars in general—but of course, you had to ask about the trophy he had on full display on the table. Intak gladly told you, and after some small talk, you two exchanged contacts to stay in touch.

Long story short, you two got close, and even while knowing the difficulties you would face, he became your boyfriend. It was hard at first, with him traveling constantly and your parents insisting you not throw your life away for a boy—which was understandable. Luckily, you and Intak made it work without too many obstacles, and when you were out of school and finally of legal age, you decided to take a year off from everything and travel with Intak for his competitions. To be there for him and support him.

Everything was great, perfect even, until it wasn’t. At one of his races, a drunk man decided it would be fun to run onto the track while a car was coming at him. What he didn’t take into account was that he tripped over his legs and fell in the middle of the track. People in the crowd tried to stop him but to no avail; the damage was done, and there was nothing to do. The man tried to get up again, but he was too drunk to do so.

Intak noticed the man in time and moved the car to the side, but because of how fast he was driving, he crashed into a tree at full speed. The loud noise it made silenced everyone in the crowd. All that could be heard were sudden gasps from the witnesses who were slowly realizing what had happened.

The drunk man survived, and so did Intak’s navigator, who had a broken leg and some scratches, but Intak... Intak suffered several head injuries that caused him to fall into a coma. Of course, there were broken bones, scratches, and bruising too, but most of those injuries were already almost healed. You also couldn’t understand how such a reckless person could walk from that scene on his own two feet while Intak, who didn’t do anything wrong in his life, had to suffer all the consequences.

"I will probably sound crazy right now, but..." you paused for a second, taking his hand gently into yours. "I wish for this nighttime to last for a lifetime." You chuckled at how absurd you actually sounded to yourself when you said it out loud, but you truly felt like this.

You didn’t want to think negatively, to let the bad thoughts win, but you just wanted this night to never end because you were scared of what the future held. Yes, it would mean Intak would never wake up, but he also wouldn’t get worse, which was the thing that truly terrified you. It had been so long since the accident, and the doctor hadn’t said anything new either. So, in your head, having this peaceful night with Intak "just sleeping" on repeat did not sound so bad after all.

"I know," you looked at him. "You would’ve told me that losing faith makes a crime." You smiled and squeezed his hand lightly while trying to hold back tears. "Oh, how I wish to hear you say that again. You have no idea how much I miss those cringy words." You chuckled once again but had to bite your lip afterwards to suppress a sob.

You moved one of your hands to his face and carefully, not wanting to hurt him more, placed your palm against his cheek. You moved your thumb over his cheekbone while smiling sadly at him. He still looked so handsome, even in a hospital bed after a horrible car crash.

You had to swallow in order to continue. "When will you come back to me?" you took a deep breath. "Will you ever come back to me, Intak?” Tears streamed down your face. You clutched his hand a little tighter, holding onto a small hope for a miracle to happen while the sun was still sleeping quietly leaving you consumed by the night.

[sxtvrns]

Hihi! Could I request a OT6 p1harmony reaction where the reader is on her period and is cramping? 😭

If not it's COMPLETELY ok and ignore this please!!🙌🏼

Thank you bby🩷

end of discussion, period

🎶 now playing: emergency - p1harmony

P: OT6!P1Harmony + Fem!Reader (platonic)

S: Your best friends are unusually well versed in dealing with that time of the month.

G: fluff, hurt/comfort

N: hey yall if you havent seen my other post i would like to let yall know p1harmony is no longer my ult </3 I CAN STILL WRITE FOR THEM JUST PUT IT IN UR REQS but my profile will end up undergoing a transformation!! anyways ik i picked a silly song for this but this is a silly little fic so enjoy and KEEP THOSE REQUESTS COMING I LOVE GETTING UR LITTLE PROMPTS

please interact if you enjoy!

On the outside, you’re keeping a stone cold expression, hyperfocused on the show playing on your TV. The rest of your place is quiet, the only other audible sound being the running air conditioner in the background.

On the inside, you’re fighting demons as your cramps fight wars in your stomach, the pain constant and increasingly tedious. At this point, the pain had become a nuisance and was at the forefront of your mind.

You were desperately trying to get it to go away because you were supposed to meet with your friends later; so far, the pain doesn’t seem like it will subside.

Of course, every sense was heightened because of your period, including the sense that you’d die on your couch and succumb to the torture of your cramps.

Your friends would be pissed at you for cancelling and you know it. The more you try to move, the more the pain moves around in your stomach. You felt gross and unkept, despite having taken a shower a few minutes ago. This couch was your deathbed, and the ceiling would be last thing you saw before you died.

Slowly, you picked up your phone and texted the group chat.

👤: guys

👤: it’s hell rn

🐺: i mean yeah it’s boiling outside

👤: i can’t go

🐺: WHAT

🐿️: Y/N WE’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS

🐯: we planned this 2 weeks ago

👤: IK im sorry but im glued to my couch right now and i can’t get up

🐶: lazy ass

🍟: (*´-`)

👤: i am in physical pain and it very much hurts

🐺: did you get stabbed

🐿️: are you okay

🐺: why aren’t you at the hospital

👤: calm down it’s not that serious

🐯: then why can’t you come?

👤: …

👤: cramps

🐶: ohhhh

🐶: sorry

🐶: you’re not lazy

👤: you better be sorry

🍟: (・∀・)

🐿️: those cramps

👤: yes jiung period cramps

👤: they’re hurting really bad this time and it’s hard for me to move

🐺: stay calm don’t panic

👤: what

🐯: keeho is running around the dorm rn

👤: why

👤: you guys??

👤: hello??????

“Assholes…” You muttered, putting down your phone and accepting your fate.

You shut your eyes, trying to find some sort of relief in the void that is the back of your eyelids, and though it helped distract you, it didn’t exactly help get rid of the pain. On top of that, the guilt you felt for canceling last minute was starting to get to you.

Sure, you only planned this outing 2 weeks ago, but everyone was really looking forward to it. You hoped they’d go without you, but knowing them, they’d rather stub their toe on every surface than do something without you. But it would be such a waste if they didn’t–

“Y/N! Open up!”

You hear a voice yell from outside, along with aggressive pounding on your door, and the confusion overtook the pain as you walked to check who it was.

All 6 of your friends were outside your apartment with grocery bags and panicked expressions, except for Soul. He was staring into the camera. Keeho was knocking on your door rather unintentionally hostile; you knew he was just worried about you.

You slowly unlock the door and let out a soft groan, your voice matching the volume. “Hello?”

“Y/N, sit down.” Jiung gently guides you back to your couch, the rest of them flowing inside with the door closing behind them. You sit down, groaning in pain. “Where’s your heating pad? Why don’t you have it?”

“I was too tired to get up and get it–“

Jongseob suddenly drops it onto your lap, plugging it in and turning it on. You grab it and press it against your abdomen. “This is the setting you like, right?”

“How did you–“

“Made you some tea.” Theo put a mug down on the table, the steam telling of its freshness. Though the temperature doesn’t help with the weather, it would certainly help with your pain. It was even the right flavour too.

Soul put your favourite movie on the TV, and you could hear Keeho and Intak conversing in the kitchen.

“That’s too big, cut it smaller!”

“Not my fault the oranges are huge!”

Their bickering is soft, but you’re brought back to the people in front of you, sitting on the floor and watching the movie.

“Did you guys wanna sit?” You speak up. All of them shake their heads and assure you that they’re okay. Soul suddenly gets up and goes to your room.

“How about you lie down, Y/N? On your stomach?” Theo suggests, and you slowly get into said position, feeling comfier.

“Guys… seriously, what are you doing here?”

Jiung joins you in the living room. “Well, we weren’t just gonna go out without you. And besides, it’s super hot out.”

“Usually we’d be able to handle it, but it feels empty without you there. We can go out another time.”

The oranges Keeho and Intak were bickering over were finally placed on the coffee table in front of you, everyone lunging to grab a slice of their own.

“Most of all, we wanted to help you. At least you won’t have to deal with this on your own.” Keeho says. “Hey, save some for Y/N!” He scolds his group members.

You chuckle. “You guys are seeing me while I’m hot shit.”

“You don’t look any different, Y/N.” Intak adds, sitting down and taking an orange slice for himself.

“Do you guys even know what you’re doing?” They all freeze, staring blankly at you.

“You complain about your period sometimes, so we have a general idea of it…” Soul mutters loud enough for you to hear.

“Are you guys sure you’re okay with… chilling here?” You ask, unsure. They all nod and Theo speaks up. “Your air conditioning is saving us right now. You can kick us out at any time if we hoard it too much.” You chuckle. The next thing you know, you doze off.

For a moment, you’re pulled out of sleep and hear faint bickering.

“The congee is burning!”

“Calm down, it’s just the towel– oh my god, the towel is on fire!”

In this heat and with your pain that’s slowly but surely drifting away, you couldn’t care less.

it’s an emergency! 🎧

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summary: on a day when you ruminate (perhaps too deeply) on death and the passing of time, yoon keeho is there to bring you back to the present.

characters: keeho (p1harmony) x reader

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 848 words

warnings: mentions of death, anxiety and probably cursing

notes included later.

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NSFW for Jongseob

Mature content: 18+ post! Minors, do not enter!!

Summary: NSFW ABCs

Idol: Jongseob from p1harmony

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Jongseob is very vanilla. He thinks he HAS to attend to your needs. He is very sweet and bashful after sex. I see you being his first so he is awkward at first but will learn to be better. 

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He loves your ass. He thinks it will save his life if he touches it once a day. He is so lucky to have the chance to be physically affectionate with you.  

He doesn't wanna think about his own body. 

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums a lot. He is very needy and new to this. 

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He wants to dom you so badly. He is tired of being viewed so childishly. He wants to show you that he is a man now.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

You are his first. He hasn't had the time until he was serious with someone. 

F= Favorite position 

I think he likes reverse cowgirl. He thinks it's so inappropriate and sluty; it makes him feel so good about himself. He gets the best view of your ass while you ride him? Sign him up. 

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

No, it doesn't help his ego. He wants to be viewed very seriously. 

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Groomed, but not always maintained. He would rather make beats than upkeep. 

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Very romantic. He is very attentive during sex. He would not do anything without asking first. He doesn't want to surprise you. He wants you to be prepared for everything. 

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He would masturbate over asking for sex. He is use to his urges being handled that way. He thinks it's pushy to ask for sex. He just waits for the vibe to engage. 

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Anal. I think he would be very into anal. Unless it hurts you too much. He would never push something on you that isn't fun and good for you.  

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Bedroom. He needs to get more comfortable before he can explore beyond that. He thinks he won't be able to perform his best. 

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

He is turned on by everything you do. He thinks you are so sexy. He will hide it very well though. You would hardly know that cleaning the house is porn to him.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

I don't think he has any hard nos yet. He would try a lot. He wants to learn what hes into by hands-on experience. 

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Very shy about it. He enjoys both a lot but is worried about it. He's shy about his dick and his oral game. 

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He likes it all. It depends on the mood. That would depend on how things go or if you ask for something. 

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Very into them. He doesn't understand why it feels better a lot of the time. 

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He is into public places. He would be interested in boardline being caught. He just won't bring that up until he thinks he is better at sex.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He can't last very long but he's working on it. 

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Willing to try. He would think it's weird at first though. He wouldn't get the appeal until he sees it in action. He gets it real fast then. 

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Very fair but would try to be brat. He would end up hating it though. He would rather give you what you want. He doesn't like hearing you unhappy. 

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Normal. He is quiet to most though. He holds back though. He thinks he shouldn't be the one moaning. 

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He would buy lingerie constantly. He loves to rip it off your body. 

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Average but thick. He thinks something is wrong with it but it's actually pretty. 

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Very high but you would never know. He has pushed it off so much that he has to REALLY be horny to engage. 

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He can pass out or stay awake. It depends on the mood. 

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[ an updated collection of all my works ]

[ key ] 🧸 = fluff. ☁️ = angst. 🩹 = hurt/comfort. 💋 = suggestive. 🫂= full group piece. 📱 = text

🍓 - &team

stress / k [🧸🩹]

alone / k [🧸☁️🩹]

sweater paws / fuma [🧸]

cigarettes and moonlight / nicholas [🧸]

red roses / nicholas [🧸📱]

cute / nicholas [🧸]

incentive / ej [🧸]

lullaby / yuma [🧸]

swimming with jo [🧸headcannon]

beanstalk / jo [🧸]

safe / jo [🧸]

pocky / jo [🧸]

couch / jo [🧸]

eyes / maki [🧸]

🫂 - &team reaction to you being cold and clinging to them

🫂- &team reaction to you having a nightmare

🫂 - &team reaction to you having insomnia

🫂 - petnames &team call you

🫂 - soft intimate moments with &team

🫂 - cuddling with &team

🫂 - &team reaction to maki having a younger girlfriend

🫂 - k, nicholas & maki as boyfriends

🫂 - &team + age preferences in dating

🫂 - what your contact is saved as in their phone [📱]

🫂 - asking situationship!&team “what are we” [📱]

🍓 - enhypen

flirt / heeseung [🧸]

niki x shy mc reader [🧸]

🫂 - soft intimate moments with enhypen

🫂 - asking enhypen to kill a spider

🍓 - riize

tummy / anton [🧸]

🍓 - zerobaseone

reassurance / hanbin [🧸🩹💋]

sleepy / taerae [🧸]

🫂 - soft intimate moments with zb1

🍓 - tomorrow x together

🫂 - soft intimate moments with txt

🍓 - seventeen

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🍓- stray kids

nothing yet!

📚 - the shelf

[ archive of works of groups i no longer write for ]

📖 - p1harmony

forever / theo [🧸]

📖 - got7

🫂 - how got7 approaches their crush at a party

🫂 - got7 saying “i love you” for the first time

🫂 - got7 mtl hopeless romantics

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Dirty Santa | ❤️‍🔥 [1.5k] ─ the two of you lose yourselves in an unforgettable, fiery holiday moment filled with love, laughter, and intense pleasure.

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Wrapping Disaster | 🦋 [1.1k] ─ “If that’s your best job at wrapping, I’d say Santa needs to hire some new elves.”

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1k words, hurt/comfort, soft things, mentions of anxiety/being overwhelmed, mentions of discomfort around family members, head kiss, intimacy

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He found you perched on the curbside outside the restaurant, the sounds of merriment muffled as the front door closed behind him. You glanced up from your phone to watch him take a seat beside you, his head tucked into a black beanie and hands coming out of his jacket pockets to rest behind him.

"I saw you leave a few minutes ago, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to be alone or not," Hwang Intak murmured and tilted his head in your direction, eyes glued to the establishment across the street to watch people pass by the window. "I'm okay, here, right? I can leave if you don't want me here."

You notched your phone off and set it under your thigh. "No, it's okay," you said, drawing circles on the street. "I just… couldn't stand being around them for too long."

He looked at you now, dark, round eyes really looking at you. Your posture was off, your hair covered your face. Everything about tonight was so off, and he was hitting himself in the head for not seeing it sooner. "I didn't know you were so uncomfortable around your relatives."

You had invited Intak to come to a holiday gathering with your family this evening. They had booked out the mom and pop shop on Main Street that served a taste of home. You'd originally been nervous about inviting him, since the two of you only recently became an item, but you should have never doubted him. Your family seemed to love him anyways, but then again, they always did seem to adore everyone but you. There was always something to complain about.

"Yeah, I mean…" you swallowed. You suddenly found it hard to look him in the eyes. Maybe you were embarrassed. Didn't he say he had a good relationship with his family and relatives? "They're just a little much for me sometimes and I get a little overwhelmed. I'm sure they mean well and stuff but I can't—sometimes I can only handle being around them in small doses."

Intak was quiet for a moment as he considered this, a frown flitting over his pretty features.

You covered your knees with your palms. "I'm sorry I pretty much ditched you, by the way," you added with a grimace. "That wasn't very cool of me."

"It's okay; you needed some air, and I get that."

He had said it so simply that you were almost stunned. He was being so understanding about this, and yet, you still felt awful. Here he was, someone you envisioned to be near perfect, and here you were… You cleared your throat, eyes pinned to the ground. "Thanks for being here tonight. I know it must have been intimidating to meet my entire extended family in one night."

He gave a warm chuckle that enveloped your body in an audible hug. "No worries, honey. I was actually really excited to just, I dunno, hang out with you for a holiday that was important to you."

Your heart soared, and you turned your head to look at him.

Intak pressed his lips into a smile. "And it doesn't matter if we're in there or out here—I get the overwhelming part, I really do. We can take it at your pace."

The two of you shared a smile. The cliché was always that actions spoke louder than words, and he had just wielded both of them in emphasizing his respect and consideration for you. It was Intak who was making your jitters decrease and your worries lessen. You suddenly focused less on trying to drown out the sounds of people in the building behind you, and instead, on the boy next to you.

When you sat in a moment of silence, you saw his hand inch towards yours on the pavement out of the corner of your eye. Your lips curled upwards in a small smile as you angled your fingers to touch his.

Your eyes met again. "It's okay to hold my hand, you know. I won't break."

His smile was bashful as he laced your fingers together with his and tested your interwoven hands on the sidewalk. He scooted over to you and you met him in the middle, until you could set your hands on your knees, legs and arms pressed together. "You know that I won't judge you for your hardships, whatever they are," he said to you, setting his free palm over your hands to warm them.

"I know," you whispered. You knocked your head against his shoulder affectionately, and he patted your hands in acknowledgment. "I just never know what to do with all of this anxiety and I've never really met anyone who I could trust with them."

Intak took his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm sorry you've ever felt that way."

"You don't need to apologize. It's not your fault."

"I hope I never make you feel this way, if I can help it," he said to you with a slight pout. "We can learn how to take on your anxieties together, maybe?"

A smile wormed itself onto your face and you leaned your head on his shoulder now. "Stop being so cool."

He laughed, the sound soft, yet brighter than the lights from the surrounding restaurants. "I just care about you." His words warmed you again, and you felt his lips press against the crown of your head.

"I know," you said quietly. "I care about you, too. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," he hummed. "Know any good dessert places around here? We can get ice cream and then come back in time to say goodbye?"

It was like he was a mind-reader. You made a comment about a favorite gelato place just down the block, and the two of you wasted no time in dusting your pants and setting off down the street. He never let go of your hand—only letting the pair swing between your bodies as he made you smile again and again and again.

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