#svt jisoo

[fairyhaos]

❖ marshmallow smile // joshua hong

joshua x gn!reader, 1.8k+ words

tags: non-idol au, fluff, food mention, yn is a Mess, shua blushes very easily, absolutely cheesy romcom-style trope in this fic, basically shua pretends someone bought yn a drink but surprise!! it was him!!

warnings: 1 swear word

notes: silly soft flustered joshua who rarely consciously flirts but makes an exception for you :((( my beloved. happy shua day <3

“Here, this is a hot chocolate for you from the guy across the cafe.”

It's been a particularly horrible day, that day. Not because of anything specific, but just because sometimes days are like that. Days where the weather is terrible, your mood is terrible, work is terrible, and overall everything is just kind of… shit. 

Seven o'clock in the evening finds you in a cafe: the same cafe you've been in for four hours, clocking in some unwanted overtime because some idiot on your team managed to permanently delete half the spreadsheet you've been updating for weeks and now you have to scramble to fix it in two days before the annual overview meeting is conducted to all of your bosses. 

You’re exhausted, on the verge of a meltdown, and almost about to burst into tears when the gentle, male voice had spoken, and you look up just as a hand slides a steaming mug onto your table.

This man—he’s absolutely gorgeous, actually, but you don’t get to register it fully because the moment you look up, he suddenly dashes away to the other end of the cafe, bumping into empty tables before sitting down nonchalantly in one of the booths all the way on the other side, crossing his legs and waving, like nothing had happened.

“Hi,” he says, all cool and suave, even as he’s still waving. “I’m the guy from across the cafe.”

You blink, and then the pieces of his charade fall into place and you laugh, flattered. 

“Well, thank you very much,” you say, and then close your laptop, looking down at the hot chocolate on your table. The whipped cream is piled high, and the mini marshmallows are the pink kind. It’s very cute. “That’s very kind of you.” You smile, taking a sip. “I’ll also be sure to thank the handsome server who brought me my drink.”

The man’s smile widens, pleased. “I hope you don’t think the server was more handsome than me, though.”

You hum, tilting your head. “I’m not sure. Maybe if you come over here, I’ll be able to see you properly and make a real judgement.”

The man’s eyes light up, and he makes his way over to you, and—it’s like the whole world stops spinning. You’d already known he was handsome, and he’s been sitting on the other side of the cafe while talking to you, but it’s a whole other thing to be seeing him up close.

You’re now face-to-face with the prettiest person you’ve ever seen, with pretty brown eyes and a pretty lips that are pulled into a devastatingly pretty smile, and you have to fight a blush as he claims the seat opposite you at the table.

“Hi,” he says again, and laughs softly when you can’t quite meet his gaze, shy. 

“Hello,” you say, looking up briefly and feeling your face instantly heat up. What earlier confidence you’d had when calling him over has mysteriously disappeared, flustered in the face of this man’s handsomeness.

He laughs again, obviously finding you endearing as you look away, avoiding his gaze. And then he ducks his head down until he finds your eyes again before slowly straightening up, smiling when your gaze stays on him. “There we go,” he says softly. “Your eyes are so pretty. Please don’t look away.”

You blink rapidly, still very pink in the face. “Thank you.”

The man smiles. “My name’s Joshua,” he says, inclining his head in greeting. “May I have your name?”

Somehow, the oddly formal nature of Joshua’s question helps you shake some of your shyness, and you smile back at him, taking a sip from your hot chocolate. It’s sweet.

“I suppose you may,” you say, lightly teasing. “It’s Y/N.”

And then you hold out your hand for him to shake, playing up the formal greeting, and Joshua laughs, taking it in his own, his touch warm and grounding. You kind of want to hold his hand forever.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Joshua says. Disappointingly, his fingers fall away from your own almost instantly, and he gestures to the mug in front of you. “I hope you like the hot chocolate. I was actually, um, watching you from across the cafe, and you looked quite stressed, and so I wanted to give you the drink.”

“Oh.” His words have you melting a little, and he looks so adorable with his shining eyes and that shy smile on his face, as if nervous about this whole exchange. “Thank you. I was having a bit of a bad day, so this really helps.” You look down at the hot chocolate in mild wonder. “I thought this kind of thing only happened to main characters in rom coms.”

Joshua rubs the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed even as he laughs slightly, eyes crinkling. 

“I don’t really do things like this, normally,” he admits. “I’m kind of out of my depth here with this whole… flirting thing. But I thought you were cute, and you were working so hard, and I wanted to just give you something sweet to cheer you on.”

He thought you were cute. Despite his admission that he’s “out of his depth” here, you think he’s actually doing very well in this flirting. Devastatingly so.

Things like this just don’t happen to you. You’re not the type to have handsome men giving you hot chocolate at seven in the evening because they think you’re cute, but here you are, and Joshua’s smiling shyly even as his eyes glow, and he’s so pretty and this entire thing feels like something out of a dream.

“Your presence is sweeter than any drink could be,” you blurt out, and then promptly turn the shade of a beetroot, burying your face onto the top of your laptop lid. 

You can practically hear Joshua’s stunned silence, and then he laughs.

“Oh, please look up,” he says, when you still keep your face firmly buried in the laptop. “That’s the most adorable compliment I’ve ever gotten, seriously. You’re really—you’re really lovely, Y/N.”

“I’m also really embarrassed,” you say, muffled. “That was—I’m so sorry. I’m really bad at flirting. That was so weird.”

Joshua laughs again, and then there’s a light tap on the top of your head, and you lift your head slightly. Joshua takes the opportunity to reach over and lift your chin up with the tips of his fingers, smiling when you finally make eye contact with him again.

He’s blushing, you realise faintly. His fingers are warm on your face, and his cheeks are dusted pink. You did that to him.

“It wasn’t weird,” he assures. “I told you, I’m really bad at this whole thing too. But I came over here because I liked you, so it would be strange for me to dislike the idea of you liking me too.”

Your eyes widen. “You like me?”

Joshua scrunches his nose slightly, looking embarrassed again. He retracts his hand, and again, you miss the warmth of his touch. “This isn’t my first time seeing you,” he confesses. “You come here every Wednesday after work, don’t you? I’m always here around that time as well, and you’re always so bright and bubbly with your friends, and I just—well, like I said, I found you really cute.”

“Oh.” Joshua really is so, so sweet. “I’m sorry I haven’t ever talked to you before, then. Wow.” And then you smile. “But if it’s any consolation, I really do think you’re cute, too.”

Joshua’s whole face seems to glow as his eyes crinkle into crescents and he smiles widely. He’s still blushing prettily, and that makes you smile too, mesmerised by how someone who looks like him actually exists.

“Okay, lovebirds, wrap it up,” a voice suddenly says, and you jump, tearing your gaze away from Joshua, flustered. At the front of the cafe, there’s a barista wiping down the coffee machines. He stops what he's doing, leaning against the counter, watching you both amusedly. His name tag, Yoon Jeonghan, glints in the lights. “We’re closing up soon. You guys have to go.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” you call back, and quickly drink the last of the hot chocolate that Joshua gave you, before beginning to put your things back in your back. The spreadsheet isn’t fully finished, but oh well. You can get someone else to do it.

“Sorry, I probably distracted you,” Joshua says apologetically, as you put on your coat and shoulder your bag. He picks up your empty mug for you, ready to walk to the counter and give it back to the barista. “Did you manage to finish your work?”

You shake your head, and the two of you make your way out of the cafe. “No, but it’s okay,” you assure him. “I’ve been working on it for hours. I’ll get someone else to finish it off.”

Joshua nods and hands the mug back to the barista, who accepts it with a mischievous grin.

“Have a nice night, lovebugs,” the barista, Jeonghan, says, eyes twinkling. It makes Joshua roll his eyes, exasperated and benevolent at the same time, like he was used to such teasing. He bids Jeonghan goodnight and then leads you out of the cafe, opening the door for you and then following you out afterwards, until you’re both standing out on the empty street.

“A friend of mine, unfortunately,” Joshua says, as a way of explaining Jeonghan’s familiarity. “I may have, um, mentioned you to him, before. Once or twice.”

He’s being bashful again, awkward and shy in revealing his liking for you, and goodness, you’re finding him more and more endearing with each passing second you spend in his presence.

“Cute,” you say, the word slipping out before you can stop it. Joshua’s eyes widen, surprised, but like hell are you taking it back, because it’s true. “You’re really cute,” you laugh. “I… wow. Yeah. I think you’re really cute and just. Thank you, for spending time with me. This was really nice.”

Joshua’s eyes are still wide, and he swallows. 

“Okay,” he says, “I really, really don’t normally do this, but could I have your number? You’re just so nice and so pretty and I want to get to know you more, if that’s okay. You can say no, of course, and that’s totally fine, but if you’d like to, then—”

“Yes,” you cut off his rambling with a smile, and hold out a hand for his phone. “I’d like to. Of course I’ll give you my number.”

Your day did not start well at all. It’s been miserable, and exhausting, and frankly the worst day you’ve had in a while—but then a mug of hot chocolate had slid onto your table in a coffee shop, and you’d started to make conversation with the prettiest guy in the world, and now, now, now…

Now, Joshua beams at you, soft as marshmallow and sweet as chocolate, and well. You have to admit that your day has ended in the best possible way.

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[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JOSHUA

please don't repost, requests open!

[mi9yuz]

DATING JOSHUA MEANS….

warnings: nothing! just pure fluff and joshua being so perfect 🙂‍↕️

always sends good morning and good night texts, no matter the time, place, or situation.

serenades you randomly—maybe on a quiet Thursday night. it’s cheesy, but it’s his way of reminding you how much he loves you.

late-night talks about everything—your lives, dreams, and future together.

a shoulder you can lean on, whether you need to talk, cry, or simply be comforted.

plans fun and unique dates that feel special and out of the ordinary—his thoughtfulness always shines through.

hugs that feel like home—warm, genuine, and always full of love.

endless laughter and giggles. he’s always finding ways to make you smile because your happiness matters most to him.

comfortable silences. while you’re often lively together, he cherishes those quiet moments of just being in each other’s presence.

playful teasing that’s full of love. he enjoys watching your reactions to his jokes and always has the perfect comeback.

the ideal boyfriend to bring home for the holidays. your family loves him so much that it feels like he’s stolen a piece of your mom’s heart. he’s just that perfect.

[serejae]

CAN YOU SEE ME IM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME | H.JS thought

pairing ; joshua x reader

WHAT ! - your boyfriend has a little secret waiting to be revealed after you continue to pester him on proposing

a/n - ive been thinking of husband shua alot……

“soooo….” you smiled as you laid on your stomach taking the space right next to joshua. his grin appeared as he already knew what was coming to him, he turned off his phone and placed it on his chest as he turned to look at you

“yes?” he teased pretending to be clueless. joshua laughs as you rolled your eyes about to get up from tour spot but he stopped you in time by holding your wrist and pulling you back down to him. holding you against his chest, you hummed in content as one side of your face rested comfortably against his neck. watching as he smiles softly while staring at the ceiling you poked him

abruptly looking down at you clearly lost in his thoughts, he relaxed at your pretty face. “whats on your mind?” you asked as you found his hand for comfort.

quickly he held yours but used his pointer and thumb to softly caress your ring finger

“just thinking about you” he said quietly only to be heard by you

“me?”

“im always thinking about you”

“wait about you proposing” you laughed remembering what you first came here for

joshua looks back at the ceiling as he gently holds you while caressing your ring finger

“just finding the right time”

you hum understandly making his grin grow

his eyes glance slightly at his bedside table on his side of the shared bed knowing that there was a shiny ring in your size in a velvet box thats waiting for the day he has planned

(its been planned months ago, hes waiting for the day to come;)

[ssentimentals]

hii its me..again hehe 🩷🫧

i would love dokyeom, joshua, or minghao!! but i'm open to any :)) ty for responding to my ask!🩷🩷🩷

-🫧

hi hi! happy that you came back <3 hmm let's go wth mr.hong and i added evacuation thing here as well, hopef it's fine!

joshua + bad weather

not to panic. that's the first thing that joshua tries to do when everyone around him starts to scatter with shouts and screams. he als hurries, but for entirely different reasons - he doesn't need to get to his house fast, he needs to get fast to you. when first his calls don't go through, he starts sweating underneath his linen shirt. parking lot is busy as hell and joshua makes a beeline towards his car, all while trying to get a hold of you: he calls, facetimes, gets on whatsapp and tries to call from there too. hearing your voice is his biggest priority right now and he's not proud of the way his hands shake a little, when he grips the steering wheel. if you don't pick up -

'josh.' your voice breaks the silence and joshua freezes.

'my love,' joshua breathes out. relief floods his body so suddenly, it makes him a little lightheaded. 'finally. you weren't picking up-'

'i'm sorry, i just got out of the shower..' you hiccup and your next words break his heart: 'i'm so scared, shua.'

'oh, darling.' his knuckles turn white from how hard he's gripping steering wheel. 'i'm coming, alright? go and dry your hair, try not to think about it, yeah? we've got out emergency bag ready, my love. you remember where it is, right?'

'yeah,' your voice trembles and joshua is about to get all the speeding tickets in the world for how fast he's going to drive to your house.

'we have it, love. we've got everything ready, so just go and dry your hair, okay? change into something comfortable. i'll be home faster than you can blink.'

if joshua can cut himself open and take away all of your fear, he would. he'd withstand any kind of pain just to take yours away, all just not to see anxiety cloud your mind. this is not the first time notification of upcoming tornado breaks his day and also not the first one when he received a following evacuation text. since the time he leared about your fears regarding bad weather, he made sure to always have two things: emergency bag and a middle-sized luggage with necessities ready. he knows having these around calms you down and he is ready to do anything if it guarantees your peace of mind. the thought of you being alone in the house, caught off guard with these messages when you just go out of the shower - joshua can imagine your level of confusion and anxiousness; he presses ont he gas pedal with all his might. he's not very concerned with his own safety - joshua regards events like these as inevitables ones, where keeping a cool head will do you good, so he doesn't really worry all that much about evacuation. you, however, is a different case altogether.

'love?' he calls out, pushing the door open. his gaze instantly latches on both emergency bag and a luggage standing in the corner and he rushes to the bedroom, calling out your name.

joshua pauses in the doorway, staring at your fragile figure. you changed into comfortable clothes and your hair is up in a messy bun - your fingers are shaking when you're trying to close the zipper on the hoodie. silently coming up close to you, he gently removes your hands and drags the zipper up, stopping midway to your chest. you don't look up but he can see your lips trembling and his hands pull you on him in the next second, hugging you tight. 'i'm here, love, i'm here. it's okay.'

'it's going to be bad,' you whimper into his shoulder. 'if they asked to evacuate, it's going to be so bad, shua-'

'and we will not be here,' joshua interrupts, making you look at him. he tries to sound as convincing as he only can: 'and we will not be here. you and i will be together and very, very far from here, love. nothing will get us.'

your eyes are searching for something on his face and joshua pulls on his best brave face to soothe your worries: it kind of works, based on how you sag in his arms. 'i'm scared,' you admit, clutching his hand.

in all sincerity, joshua is not very brave. but when he's with you, he wants to be brave, wants to act as a shield for you, wants to protect you from everything that causes you distress. he leans in, kisses your forehead and slowly starts pulling you towards the door. 'i know, darling. but you did so good, i saw the bag and the luggage. good job on pulling them out and to the hallway, my dear.'

talking helps you, that's what joshua realized from all the time you've been together. he talks as you two grab things and pack everything into his car. he talks as he hands you a fluffy blanket he always keeps at the backseat and readjusts your seat till you're comfortable. he talks as he drives through the traffic, doing just what he promised you - getting you two very, very far away. sky is rapidly changing in color and wind picks up - joshua takes your hand in his and squeezes. 'don't be scared, my love.'

you smile, albeit a bit shakily. 'i'm not,' you lie. 'you are with me and that's the most important part.' and that is not a lie.

joshua smiles. when he sees how you're trying to put up a brave face, what other option he has apart from being brave? 'i'll always be with you,' he promises honestly. 'close your eyes, love. it's a long road.'

he knows how hard it is for you, but you do close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing. he squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back. it will all be alright.

a/n: writing shua always makes me a bit emotional :') hope you liked this one! - nini

my other writings for seventeen are HERE

[wooahaeproductions]

Moonlit Magic

Joshua Hong x Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of food, kissing, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, clit play, and penetration.

Rating: 18+

A/N: This was originally written for a member of a different group and was rewritten for Joshua, so if you think you might have seen this before..you have 😅 ~Maren

“Seriously, Joshua…where are you taking me?” you whined as your boyfriend led you somewhere unknown, his hands covering your eyes. You weren’t one for being surprised usually and he knew that, so it made you even more anxious to know what he was up to.

“Quit complaining and just trust me, okay?” Joshua huffed at you, slowly directing you through the sliding door and into the backyard. You had a rough month navigating the merger between your company and a new one. After seeing the toll it took on you, all Joshua wanted to do was give you a break in any way he could.

He stopped you on the edge of the deck before taking his hands away from your eyes, revealing a projector that was set to point at the smooth back of the house and a tent that was in the middle of the yard, the top adorned with string lights that were just starting to glow as the day was fading into evening.

“Do you like it?” Joshua asked, his eyes crinkling from a smile as he watched you take in what he had set up for you. 

“I love it, Shua,” you breathed out. Maybe you did like surprises sometimes, if your boyfriend was the one doing the surprising. 

“Come on,” he said, taking your hand in his and bringing you out to the tent he had put up. You followed him as he unzipped the front, pinning it to stay open. Warm blankets and pillows had been set out, as well as some of your favorite snacks. He led you into the tent, indicating for you to sit down on the fleece blankets.

Settling in to sit down next to you, he pulled the remote for the projector out of his pocket and started the movie. He scooted closer to you, leaning his back against the pillows, and put his arm around you. You smiled as the opening scene of your favorite movie played on the side of the house in front of you. Joshua knew all your favorite things. 

Your stress slowly melted away as you enjoyed the movie and snacks in Joshua’s warm embrace. The evening sunset that was there when he first brought you out into the backyard had now given way to a bright crescent moon. You ate, laughed, and quoted the movie all while he laughed with you, watching you in one of your most natural atmospheres.

Eventually, the ending credits started rolling and you looked over to find Joshua looking at you with the most adoring expression. You paused with a potato chip midway to your mouth. “What?” you asked him, letting out a laugh. 

“I just love you,” he said, a goofy smile that only a man in true love could have on his face. 

You let out an amused noise. “I love you too.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then your nose causing you to giggle. He peppered your face with kisses until you fell backward from laughing. He collapsed on top of you and as your laughing subsided, the look on his face had changed to something else familiar.

The mischief in his honey eyes turned darker as he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on all your tender spots. A slight whine left you as his teeth lightly grazed the base of your neck. Joshua slowly tugged at your shirt and you raised your arms so that he could pull it off. Your hands reached to grab the hem of his and you rid him of it as well.

You two kept kissing, Joshua alternating between kissing your mouth and your neck. You were in enough of a trance that what felt like seconds must have been more like minutes. Both sets of your clothes had been completely removed, leaving each of you completely bare under a blanket that Joshua had pulled over you. 

His hands roamed over your skin, fingers light as a feather that sent shivers through you. His warm body pressed against you, his length nudging at your sensitive bud and making you buck up against him. “Patience, my love,” Joshua said with a chuckle and you gave a small pout. He rubbed against you, pulling a second whine out of you before his hands moved to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped at the feeling, your core becoming wetter by the minute. “Please, Josh,” you said softly, knowing you were more than ready to have him inside you. He searched your eyes for a moment, confirming you were indeed ready before he lined himself up and pushed slowly inside you. 

With every slow push, he kissed a different spot on your face, ending with a kiss on the lips when he fully bottomed out in you.  He let you adjust before he began pumping in and out, enjoying the warmth of you around him. He started with a slow and steady rhythm, winding both of you up. Joshua had always been a gentle lover. 

He was gradually making the coil in your stomach tighten, both of you letting out moans as you were getting closer. Your neighbors probably heard, but that was a problem for later. “Are you ready to cum for me, love?” Joshua asked, his voice bright as he chased his high too. 

“Yes, Joshua. Please make me cum,” you begged through louder moans. He moved your legs up so they were resting on his shoulders, allowing him to hit a deeper spot. “Fuck, yes,” you said, almost falling over the edge. 

Joshua reached down to rub your clit once more and the coil snapped. Your mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as you orgasmed, hard. The sight of your face showing so much pleasure sent him over as well and he stilled, groaning as he painted your insides. 

He carefully pulled out of you as you both came down from your highs. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved to lay next to you on the blankets. “So, do you like surprises now?” he asked, playfully.  

“Only if they are from you, the most perfect boyfriend ever,” you said with a grin, scooting over to cuddle into his side. The stress you had felt in the weeks previous was gone and you were content, cuddling under the blankets with Joshua, the moon, and the stars.

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[nyugore]

cana de açúcar

[tinykittendelusion]

Joshua as a Dad

a/n: sorry for being mia I've been kinda sick this week :( also did you guys see mingyu's calvin Kline videos? I've been losing my mind

triggers: none

• Joshua is the softest dad ever. When you’re pregnant he’s bought 5 million books on pregnancy and toddlers so he can become “the best dad ever”.

• Whenever he has time he sings to your kids so much so that when they are small he sings to them over the phone for them to sleep .

• The favourite parent .

Their favourite uncle would be jeonghan cause they’d prank josh with his help.

• Loves decorating their nursery , and later their rooms.

• Makes diy jewellery and accessories for the kids

• The arts and craft parent

• Hes not allowed to drop the kids alone anymore (way too many parents hand TEACHERs have hit on him)

• He loves making breakfast for his little family

• Plays soccer and basketball with his kids

• Your children love water just like their dad

• He takes them to the beach, the lake , the pool anywhere they have clean water to have fun

• The children are woken up to him singing Sunday morning on Sunday’s

• Would be so grumpy if his children called the song old and boring

• Also he’s such a hobby enjoyer he also prompts that the kids have hobbies

• So you have kids who take active part in 3-4 club activities after college

• One or more of your children end up pursuing a non academic career

• Would be so proud

• Your guys home is a safe space for all your children and their friends

• Kinda the cool but hot dad

• Is kind of shy when he finds out that your children’s friends find him hot/have a crush on him

a/n: this is way longer than i thought it would be but josh would be such a good dad :(

[sweetiesicheng]

joshua - wrong stop

word count : 512

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you suddenly woke up when you heard a car horn go off. you opened your eyes and lifted your head off of your boyfriend's shoulder. the two of you were going home after joshua had picked you up from work.

"you alright?" joshua asked you.

you nodded with a short hum. you looked out the window to notice that you're stuck in traffic despite being in the bus lane.

"where are we?" you questioned, noticing buildings you had never seen before. "is this our route?" you added in confusion.

"um...great question, sweetie."

you looked at joshua, "did we miss our stop?" you asked him.

he slowly nodded his head at you. "yea, we did," he admitted.

"did you fall asleep too? what happened?" you asked.

"let's get off now and head to the subway that's nearby. i'll explain what happened," he said to you.

you and joshua got up from your seats. since you were in traffic, you two could easily get off since the bus was stopped. joshua held your hand as you two started walking towards the nearest subway station.

"alright, josh, what happened?" you asked him.

"you fell asleep pretty quickly once we sat down. i was awake the whole time, but when we were getting close to our stop..." he trailed off, "i didn't want to wake you up because you looked adorable."

you could feel yourself blushing. "josh, that's really cute...but we could've been home by now!" you whined at him. joshua has known you have been really tired because of work, which was very evident when you fell asleep earlier. "we could be laying on the couch or in bed, and i could be asleep already!"

joshua gave you a small smile, "sorry, love," he apologized. then, he chuckled in amusement, "but you really were cute."

you just rolled your eyes at him, making joshua squeeze your hand.

"i'll make it up to you with a cupcake."

"don't think you can buy me with sweets."

"you say that every time i buy you a dessert."

"...just let me be cranky."

the two of you made it to the subway station and went through the gates. you found the line you needed to take in order to get to your usual station and headed to the platform.

"geez, it's really busy here too," you commented as you guys went down to the platform.

"it's rush hour for everyone," joshua replied as you two used an escalator to get down to the platform. "we only need to wait like three stops, so we'll be home soon," he said to you.

"i’m going to close my eyes, so you better wake me up when we're near our stop," you said to him.

"yes, yes, i promise to wake you up," he replied, but his tone didn't sound serious.

"be serious!" you whined at him as you two walked onto the platform.

"i am, i promise, babe," he said to you. "but i also can't help it if you look cute," he added before kissing your forehead.

"josh!"

[wonuumelody]

"Where are these from? It's so pretty!" one of your colleagues asked you with a curious look on her face.

"oh... These?" you smiled shyly as you replied to her question, showing her one of the beads bracelets on your wrist.

"my boyfriend made it" you finally replied happily, proud of being able to show some of your sweet lover's work.

In fact, Joshua's new hobby was to make bracelets with beads and charms. He was always so focused when making one. He already had made you like ten bracelets with different colors and personalized charms. His work was so pretty and you were so proud everytime someone asked you where were those bracelets from. And when you told them that it was your boyfriend's work? Cherry on top.

"really?" she asked you with a certain doubt, your boyfriend? For real?

"yeah! I mean look at that" you showed her the bracelet on your wrist were in the back of a charm in a shape of a strawberry was standing a "J" for the initial of your lovers name, next to the initial of your own name, a heart in the center. "he even handmade the charm I'm showing you, see?"

"wow ! That's incredible he's so talented"

"yes I know! I'll tell him what you said" you replied to her with a sweet voice. You, definitely, were so happy everytime your bracelets were noticed.

౨ৎ

Later, when you got home you found your boyfriend on the couch watching Netflix. You felt the urge to run on the couch and hug him in the strongest way you could.

"hey what's up princess?" he told you with that sugar honey voice you loved so much.

"one of my colleagues told me that they liked my bracelet, the one you made!"

"oh really?" he asked, tilting his head on the side with a smile painted on his face.

"yeah! And then I showed her our initials on the back and she said that it's really pretty and ingenious. I mean yeah, my boyfriend made it" you said with excitement while Joshua was against you, silently laughing at your excitement.

Oh... How he loved making those cute handmade jewelry for you. It was kind of his love language towards you. Making you bracelets, necklaces, rings and stuff.

As he listened to your yapping he realized that those moments when you were excited about something he liked were probably in his top favorites moments. He loved you truly and deeply.

When the realization hits him brutally, he suddenly felt the urge to kiss your lips and hold you really close to him.

That's exactly what he did.

Loving you

[fairyhaos]

❖ all mother nature's fault // joshua hong

joshua x gn!reader, 1.9k+ words

tags: non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, crack, me furthering my 'joshua hong has erratic hay fever' hc, kinda sick fic

warnings: mentions of medicine ??

notes: good lord,,, sick!shua is just so pathetic (fond)

“Joshua? Shua, are you there?” 

You step into Joshua and Jeonghan’s shared apartment, humming a little to yourself as you take off your sunglasses, the spare keys that Joshua had given you dangling in your hands.

It’s a delightfully sunny day, and you’re dressed all nicely, fully sun-screened and ready to go out. Joshua had asked you yesterday if you wanted to go on a walk in the park today, and you’d never say no to spending a sunny, lovely day out with your boyfriend.

But at 11am, Joshua hadn’t appeared on your doorstep, so you’ve come looking for him in his own home.

“Joshua?” you call again, padding through the apartment to stop at his bedroom, knocking on his door. “Are you in here? Can I come in?”

“The door’s open,” a voice says, and you open the door to see Jeonghan sitting on the bed, holding a box of tissues next to a sprawled-out Joshua.

“Oh, Jeonghan?” you say in surprise. “Why are you here?”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “I live here, too,” he says, sounding put-out.

You laugh, closing the door behind you. “You don’t live here in Joshua’s room, though,” you say, but Jeonghan just waves a hand like that little fact is irrelevant.

“I can live anywhere I want. I pay half the rent for this place.” He looks down at Joshua, and grins. “Unfortunately, the other rent payer is a little… incapacitated right now.”

And he’s right. ‘Incapacitated’ is probably the right way to describe Joshua’s state, because he’s pathetically lying spread-eagled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, head propped up with multiple pillows. He’s still in his pyjamas. In the few minutes that you’ve been in his room, you’ve seen him take at least three tissues from Jeonghan to blow his nose.

“I’m sick,” Joshua says, and he sounds all bunged up. “No, I’m not sick. I’m going to die. I’m dying.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at how dramatically miserable he’s being, sitting next to him on the bed. “Is it your hay fever?”

“Of course it’s my hay fever,” Joshua laments, and then sniffs loudly. He turns his head, looking at you through puffed-up eyes, before sniffing again. “I can feel all the pollen particles attacking my body right now.”

“That bad, huh?” you say, pushing his hair back from his forehead. Joshua stares hazily at you. “It shouldn’t be this terrible, though. It’s been raining for the past week.”

Joshua whines, flopping around on the bed like a child. “I don’t even know. But I keep—keep—ah—” He sneezes then, mid-sentence, covering his mouth with his hand, and then promptly reaches for a tissue to wipe his hand and his nose. “Keep sneezing.”

You hum, trying not to laugh aloud at his misfortune. You exchange amused grins with Jeonghan. Your boyfriend is the only person you know who gets hayfever, and what makes it worse is that it’s the most random hayfever you’ve ever seen.

He could take you for a date to a flower field in the middle of summer and not have his eyes water at all, but during one random week in the middle of autumn, he’ll be sneezing so hard that he could blow over a jenga tower.

That happened, once. It’s the only time you’ve ever seen Seungcheol genuinely cry with laughter.

“My poor darling Shua,” you coo, trying not to smile too hard at the memories whilst Joshua looks so pathetically sad next to you. His eyes are all puffed up, and he looks so miserable and it’s actually a little adorable.

“I know, your poor darling Shua,” Joshua says miserably, his words coming out all distorted due to his blocked nose. 

“Poor Jeonghan, too,” Jeonghan cuts in. “He called me over just so I could hold the tissue box for him.” He lightly bonks Joshua on the head with the tissues. “Meanie.”

“I’m the one actually dying here,” Joshua says, and wow, he really does sound ill. “I feel terrible. I feel like one of those hanahaki victims in those fics you keep sending me.”

“You can’t compare yourself to my hanahaki recommendations if you laughed at the fics for an entire five minutes after I send them to you,” Jeonghan says, stabbing a finger in Joshua’s direction.

“Well, they’re always totally unrealistic! And why are you even reading fanfiction about that sort of stuff?”

“Hey, they’re good stories!” Jeonghan says, holding his hands up defensively. It makes him lift the tissue box into the air just as Joshua was about to take one, prompting your boyfriend to whine as he stretches fruitlessly. “And the genre only ever comes up in fanfiction. I love hanahaki stories.”

“He loves reading about other people’s pain,” Joshua says in your direction, and he forcefully yanks Jeonghan’s arm downwards so he can take a tissue. Holding it up to his nose, his voice is muffled as he says, “That’s why he’s here right now. To laugh at my pain.”

“You brought me here to laugh at your pain.” Jeonghan hits him over the head with the tissue box once again.

“I brought you here to comfort me,” Joshua cries as loudly as he can, which isn’t very loud, because his voice is all croaky. “You’ve just been laughing at me the whole time!”

“Should have known that I would do that. How many years have we known each other, Shua? Do you really still not know your best friend at all?”

“Apparently not,” Joshua grumbles, sniffing. “Next time you’re sick, I’m going to destroy all the tissues in your house.”

You’re practically crying with laughter, listening to the two bickering, and this is something that is always the funniest to watch. Jeonghan and Joshua bounce off each other so well, both having equal sass and equal wit to be able to do this, though one might not think so when meeting them for the first time.

Joshua’s just always too busy holding up his gentleman image to properly rip into Jeonghan.

“Gonna destroy all your tissues and then ban you from ever buying any more,” Joshua is still threatening, poking at Jeonghan with his snot-covered tissue. “You little monster. I hate you.”

“You’re the one cursing at me?” Jeonghan says, incredulous. “How am I the monster here? Y/N! Do you think I’m the monster here?”

You’re giggling into your hand, trying not to be too loud, and when Jeonghan directs the question at you, you startle and let out another surprised laugh. “Um… I don’t know.”

“You have to side with me,” Joshua insists croakily at you, snatching the tissue box from Jeonghan so he can get his own tissues. “Y/N, please? I’m literally your boyfriend.” 

He smiles weakly at you, then, in an attempt to gain your favour, and even though his eyes are all red and his nose is still leaking you can’t help but think that he looks utterly, utterly adorable.

That’s not gonna stop you from messing with him, though.

You shake your head, smiling. “Yeah, but you ditched me on what was supposed to be our date today, so I don’t know if I should side with you.”

Joshua’s eyes widen as best as they can, betrayed, and Jeonghan cackles.

“You’re so mean,” Joshua mumbles, dabbing at his nose, and then kicks Jeonghan when the man won’t shut up. “Hey, stop laughing! It’s not that funny.” He looks at you again, and if possible, he looks even more miserable. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like that.”

That makes you laugh, and you reach over to pet his hair consolingly. “I’ll tell you what. You let me take care of you today, and I’ll agree with you that Jeonghan’s the one in the wrong here.”

Joshua blinks, like he’s processing your words, before nodding. “Deal.” He looks over at Jeonghan, and kicks him again. “You heard Y/N. Get out.”

“Excuse me?” Jeonghan gasps in mock offence as Joshua continues prodding him with his toes. “How dare you!”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so you don’t have to take care of me anymore,” Joshua said, and then he grinned up at you, all watery-eyed but still devastatingly adoring. “Y/N’s here now.” You smile down at him, and he seems to positively light up under your gaze.

And then he sneezes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go,” Jeonghan says, as Joshua starts going through some sort of sneezing fit. “Goodness me, you’re even pulling out the sneezing attack in an attempt to get rid of me.”

You laugh, shuffling closer to your boyfriend and taking the tissue box from Jeonghan, handing Joshua tissue after tissue and helping him prop himself up so he doesn’t choke on his own gasps for air. “Sorry, Jeonghan, we just really want you gone.”

“I’ll remember this,” Jeonghan says, pretending to be all upset even as he practically lunges for the door. “I’ll remember this act of treachery!”

And then, with a neat click of the door, he’s gone.

The room becomes quieter, then, and Joshua’s sneezes die down into little sniffles. You place more pillows behind him, helping him sit up, patting his hair affectionately as he attempts to take in a deep breath. You weren’t joking when you said that you’d take care of him, and he seems to notice it, eyeing you over the tissues that he’s blowing his nose with.

“I’ve already taken antihistamines,” he says, as if preempting your question. “This is me all already drugged up.”

You chuckle, pinching his cheek. Taking the dirty tissues from him, you deposit them into the bin beside his bed. “Wow. Your hay fever is really bad today,” you say, and he snuggles into your side with a long-suffering sigh.

“Yeah. It really is.”

There’s silence for a moment, as Joshua miserably tries to breathe and you run your fingers through his hair.

And then Joshua sits up a little, looking at you.

“Sorry for not being able to take you out on that walk today,” he apologises, eyes big and wet and sincere. You just smile pinching his reddened cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m not actually mad. You know that, right?”

Joshua shrugs. “Still. I feel like I should say sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” you say easily. “It’s the weather’s fault. It’s ‘cause of all that pollen that you’re in this state right now.”

“Hm. You’re right.” A grave look comes over him as he nods, eyes darting up to you. “Will you fight the weather for my honour, Y/N?”

That makes you laugh, surprised. “Your honour?”

“My honour is totally destroyed right now,” he says, dead serious. “Baby, I’ve been defeated by tiny little flower particles! I definitely think that you should fight for my honour.”

He’s being so serious about this that you can't help but laugh, leaning down to kiss his cheek even though he protests that he’s all sticky and disgusting right now. But it’s Joshua, so you peck him on the cheek anyway, and then kiss his hair.

“Sure,” you say, and when he looks at you again, your eyes sparkle brighter than a thousand suns. “I’ll fight Mother Nature for your honour, Shua.”

He beams. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

A beat.

“Quick question… how do you feel about going on walks in the rain from now on?”

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Coming Home | Joshua

Pairing: Joshua x (f)reader 

Genre: smut, fluff

AU: established relationship, idol!au

Wordcount: 4.4k

Summary: Your boyfriend’s flight is delayed and he won’t be home for Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend is also a notorious liar. 

Warnings: Language, pet names (pretty girl, baby) oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Shua’s a little shit but we love him

Rating: M/18+

AN: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @baljinciaga I hope you enjoy Shua loving up on you. Thank you @playmetheclassics for beta-ing & @classicscreations for the banner. 💜

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“Say that again?” Your voice trembles just a little, enough to let him know you’re upset. You almost drop the moisturizer container on the counter. 

“My flight is delayed until tomorrow evening.”

“You can’t just take another flight?” You’re being irrational, and you know it. You’re fully pouting, and although he can’t see your childish behavior, he can picture it correctly, so he lets out a breathless laugh. 

“I’m sorry, baby. The weather got worse, so they delayed every flight until tomorrow.” 

“But this was gonna be our first Valentine’s Day together, Joshua.” The container makes its way safely to the counter as you scoop out enough moisturizer, staring at it in your hand, still pouting. 

“I know, y/n. And it’s killing me that we won’t be together. But hey, I remember you saying you never liked the day anyway. So we can have Valentine’s Day the day after. We’ll get all the chocolate for half off, and make a day of it. We’ll go out when there’s not a million people with reservations. We’ll go for a walk, come home, have a spa night, I’ll tell you how much I love you over and over. It’ll be perfect.”

It does sound perfect, but you’re still an irrational child right now as you huff a breath out in annoyance, rubbing the moisturizer across your face. 

“I only said I didn’t like Valentine’s Day because I didn’t have someone to spend it with. Now I have you, and I was looking forward to it…” you take a deep breath, temper tantrum dying as the moisturizer melts into your skin. “It’s okay. You can’t change the weather, and you’re right. We can have the day after be our day.”

“I’m sorry, pretty.”

“It’s fine. But next year. Next year, you are doing the whole nine yards of cheesy Valentine’s Day.” The laughter from the phone’s speaker makes your heart flutter. You love that laugh so much. You love everything about Joshua. It’s a little sickening. 

“I promise, my love. The whole nine yards.”

“Good.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you the day after tomorrow, okay? And then we can celebrate in our own way.” 

“Okay. I love you, Shua.”

“Love you too, baby. Bye.”

“I also bought a sexy lingerie set for tomorrow. Sucks you won’t see it. Okay byyyyeeeee.” Your words stick together as you say it all in one breath, leaving just enough time for him to start saying what before hanging up on him. You go back to getting ready for bed, giggling at the influx of text messages from your boyfriend.

Shua🧸: you bought a what now?

Shua🧸: I wanna see.

Shua🧸: Pretty Girl. 

Shua🧸: Answer me pls. 🥺

Oh, the damn pouty emoji with the nickname wins every time. 

You take the set out of the bag, laying it on the bed and instead of getting into it like you know he probably wants you to. But it’s late, and that’s just too damn bad. 

You send the picture of the set off to him, and not even a second later, your phone is a mess again. 

Shua🧸: …

Shua🧸: Baby please put that on and let me see. 

Y/n: no

Shua🧸: 🥺

Y/n: nah nah nah. The pouty face won’t work twice in a row. Come home and maybe you’ll see it. 

Shua🧸: I’ll fucking fly the plane myself if it gets me home sooner. 

Y/n: good luck with that, Shu. Goodnight 😘 

You silence your phone, getting settled into bed with a smile on your face. You’re bummed about not seeing him in the morning, but it’s always fun to tease your boyfriend. Maybe you can wear the set and send some photos tomorrow. 

You fall asleep thinking of ways to make a shitty situation better. 

The next morning, you decided to follow through with the plan, getting ready for work and wearing the pretty little lace thing you bought underneath your pencil skirt and a flowy blouse. You took a few photos before finishing getting ready and sent them off to Joshua, and left for work. 

Work sucked, however. 

Until today, you were unaware of how many of your coworkers were in relationships. And until today, you were not aware of how horrifically stereotypical some people could be about Valentine’s Day. It really wasn’t that many, but it felt like every hour, a flower delivery would happen for a few of your coworkers at a time. But it grew more confusing each time because it was almost always a dozen roses for each coworker. 

Except when the delivery person comes by your cubicle with a small vase with a few beautiful sunflowers in it and a tiny card attached. 

“We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

~🧸

The sputtering laugh was completely unintentional and surely scared some of your coworkers, but you didn’t care. You whipped out your phone and took a photo of the flowers and card arranged nicely on your desk and sent it to Joshua with a few heart emojis. As it was sending, however, you noticed he never responded to the lingerie photo. It just said it was seen. 

You toss your phone in your desk drawer, feeling self-conscious, and ignoring it the rest of the work day. 

The bus ride home sucked more than work did, with couples holding hands on their way to their crowded dates, and couples on their way back home and being a little too handsy with one another. You stay seated, annoyed with yourself for forgetting and leaving the sunflowers at work. 

You check your messages again to find nothing from Joshua. The stupid read receipt shows under the photo but no replies. You put your phone away, instead focusing on the city outside the window the rest of the way home. You start to zone out until you hear a small voice. 

“Excuse me, lady?” You turn away from the window, finding a little boy, at least five or six years old, smiling ear to ear. 

“Hi?” How the hell do you respond to children? Especially stranger children? 

“This is for you!” He exclaims, handing you a single rose. 

What?

“Oh?” You hesitantly take the rose from him, eyes scanning the rest of the bus until you find what you assume to be his mother sitting across from you, smiling at you and her son. You smile back, nodding your head to her before looking back at her son. 

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you!” You grin, nodding your head to him as he does to you. 

“I don’t have a Valentine. Will you be mine?” He asks, and you have to bite back a laugh, sharing another glance with his mom, who just shrugs with a laugh. 

Well, he did give you a rose. 

“Sure! What’s your name, Valentine?” 

“Min-su!”

“Ahh, nice to meet you, Min-su! My name is y/n!” 

You two talk for another ten minutes. Or, rather, you let him excitingly tell you about his day at school and all the things he and his friends did while you and his mom share looks of amusement. When it’s time for them to get off the bus, he quickly reaches in his backpack and takes out a small pack of Sour Patch Kids, shoving them in your hand. 

“Thank you for being my Valentine!!” You laugh, thanking him back and waving at him and his mother as they get off the bus. You sniff the rose, holding it close to you and smiling the rest of the way home. 

You climb the stairs to your apartment, still playing with the rose in your hand, and come to halt at your doorstep once you unlock the door. 

You didn’t leave the lights on, did you? 

Why does it smell like the oven is on? 

Why are there candles lit?

Before you can do or say anything, someone rounds the corner from the kitchen and into your living room. 

“Ah, crap! I thought I had more time!” Your boyfriend. The boyfriend that said he wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow. That boyfriend. Is somehow standing in your living room, wearing a simple white shirt loosely tucked into his jeans. 

“I don’t suppose you can, like…go back outside for ten more minutes so I can get everything set up, right?”

You glare at him, still not moving an inch as you try to figure out what the hell is going on. 

“No. I can’t. It’s like 10 degrees outside.”

“Right, right. Okay…then uh…” he looks around the room for a second. “How about your room? Wait, no. I didn’t finish setting up in there. Please don’t go in there.”

“Setting up?”

“Maybe the bathroom?”

“Josh.”

“Yeah, the bathroom…”

“Shua.”

“It’ll only be like a few minutes, I promise.”

“Joshua!” You yell, finally silencing him. His mouth parts in shock, switching back and forth on his feet, hands playing with one another. 

“What the hell is going on? You said your flight was delayed.” 

“Oh…uh…” he fidgets in place before looking at you nervously. “I lied!”

“You lied?”

“Yeah?” He can sense you getting mad, remembering how much you hate when he lies, even if it’s as a joke or surprise, and switches into defense mode to quickly explain himself. 

“But it was part of the surprise! I was gonna have all the cheesy Valentine’s Day stuff ready to go when you got here. I have your favorite meal going and your favorite wine. I was gonna put out a bunch of rose petals leading to the table and the bed. I was gonna light more candles, but then it got too stuffy in here, and I know you hate that. And then I got you a teddy bear, one that looks exactly like the emoji one you use in your phone for me. And I got a heart-shaped box of chocolates, I sent you the flowers…whe- where are the flowers?”

“I accidentally left them at work…” you both look down at the rose in your hand. 

“Oh. Why do you have a rose?” 

“My Valentine on the bus, Min-su, gave it to me and a pack of sour patch kids.” You pull the candy out of your pocket, placing it and the rose on the table by the door.  

“You’re cheating on me?” You roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off. 

“He’s like five, Shua.” You groan, hanging your purse and jacket by the door. 

“You’re cheating on me with a five year old?”

You scowl, giving yourself a moment to calm down. 

He’s here. On Valentine’s Day. He lied to surprise you.

Your heart’s going to burst. 

“Shut up and hug me before I start crying.”

“Say less!” He rushes over to where you’re still standing, wrapping you up in his arms.

God, you missed this feeling of his arms tightly around you, keeping you safe. You tuck your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, and you don’t want to cry, but when you take another breath, a soft sob escapes you. 

“Is this why you didn’t respond to me all day?” Your question gets muffled against his skin. 

“Yeah, my love. I’m sorry.”

You pull away from his neck, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. His hands drop to your hips as he kisses your forehead.

“Okay. I was worried you didn’t like the photo.” You hiccup, face flushing in embarrassment. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you flush against him. 

“That was the first thing I saw when I got off the plane,” his hands riding up your waist, “and it took everything in me not to just go straight to your office and have my way with you there.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his hands stop, his thumbs pressing against your rib cage just below your breasts. He can feel the wire lining of the bra and he sighs almost in relief. 

“Are you still wearing it?” You nod slowly. “You wore this even though you thought I wouldn’t be here?”

“I wanted to feel good. My boyfriend wasn’t going to be home to do it.” You smirk, and he’s the one glaring now. 

“I really want to take this stupid skirt and blouse and throw you on the bed, but I made your favorite meal and so it’s gonna have to wait.” 

“What a shame.” You joke when he gives you a quick kiss, letting him lead you to the kitchen. 

He makes you wait at the table for him to finish preparing everything. You smile watching him dart from one room to the next and back and forth to the kitchen to make sure everything is cooking correctly. You offered to help various times, but he ignored you, telling you just to sit and be pretty while telling you how he planned this whole thing and the shit he had to go through to travel here unnoticed. 

When he wasn’t looking and fiddling with the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, you snuck away to your room, trying not to look at the over dramatic Valentine’s Day set up he made and just heading straight for the dresser, pulling out a little fabric bag, stuffing it in your bra, before quickly returning to the table before he noticed. 

The dinner was amazing, and you insisted on helping him do the dishes, saying you could go to the bedroom a lot faster if he let you help.

Of course, that worked, and he was soon practically dragging you to your bedroom, no shame in being ready to rid you of your office attire. 

The room is straight out of a romance movie. Valentine’s Day decorations everywhere, rose petals leading to the bed that form a giant heart across the mattress. There are a few candles lit, both real and fake, but most of the light is coming from the fairy lights you had painstakingly put up when you moved in.

He doesn’t give you much time to admire his work, hugging you from behind the moment you step into your room. His lips attach to your neck while his hands wrap around your middle, teasingly pulling your blouse from your skirt. 

“I’ve missed you, pretty girl.” He pants in your ear, “I’ve missed being able to touch you, I’ve missed the sounds you make when I do, I’ve missed this fucking body and the way it reacts to only me.”

You whine when one hand grabs one of your breasts, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head back against his shoulder as his hands continue to wander your body, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. It’s when he gets to the last button that you remember the bag. 

“Wait. I have. A present for you.”

“What?”

“It’s in my bra.”

You look up at his confused expression with a grin, your hand pulling the little bag out from your cleavage and handing it to him. 

“It’s not much, but I thought you might like it. It’s subtle enough that you can wear it without suspicion.” 

His hands leave your body, opening the bag and letting a small bracelet fall into his palm. It’s thin, silver, and has two very small gems on it that you would only notice if you actually looked.

“Are these?”

“Our birthstones? Yes. It’s crazy amounts of cheesy, but I suck at getting gifts, so I don’t know. I thought this would be cute? You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I can try to get a refun—”

You’re cut off by suddenly being turned around and lips crashing against yours. His big hands, still holding the bracelet, cradle your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, backing you towards the bed. 

Your body is eased down onto the bed, one of his hands quickly scattering the rose petals from under you, laying you down in the center as he positions himself over you, lips barely leaving yours for more than a second. 

“It’s perfect. And beautiful. Thank you, my love.” He peppers your face with his lips, both of you being sent into giggle fits as he sits up, straddling you as you help put it on his wrist. 

“I have a matching one, see?” You raise your wrist, shoving off the matching bracelet as he puts it on. 

“I didn’t even see it earlier.” 

“Exactly. It’s perfect for us.” His fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss where the bracelet sits. He looks down at you, lying underneath him, your blouse unbuttoned, and finally showing him the bra you sent a photo of earlier today. A small groan escapes as he leans forward again, pinning your arm above your head, your other arm naturally following without being touched or told. 

“I like the sound of that.” He whispers above your lips. 

“What sound?”

“Us.” He kisses you deeply, nipping at your lower lip before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat. “You. Me. Us. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I like it. I love it.”

You don’t fight back the moan he coaxes out of you when he finds the sensitive part of your skin between your neck and shoulder. You arch your back to try to get closer to him, desperate for his touch against your skin. 

“Shua.” You whine, feeling his lips curve into a smile. 

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“Touch me, please.”

“Only because you said please.” He lifts himself from you, sitting up and finding the zipper to your skirt, slowly pulling it down. 

“You know your hands aren’t actually tied up, right, baby? You’re free to move.”

“No,” you shake your head as you lift your hips. “You get angry when I do.” 

He smirks, harshly tugging your skirt down your body, tossing the fabric off the bed. 

“Only when you’re being bad. Right now, I just want to love you.” He hums, ripping your stockings and laughing at your gasp.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He quickly says before you can yell at him. 

His hands slowly slide up and down your thighs, gently pushing them open. His eyes dart straight to the wet patch of your matching underwear. 

“Baby, you’re soaked.”

“Please.” You rasp, your hands no longer above your head as you try to reach for any part of him. He notices your grabby hands and offers one of his, and you take that perfect opportunity to pull him back on top of you. 

“Just fuck me. Please, Shua. I need you inside me, or I’ll lose my mind.” It’s almost embarrassing how fast he reduces you to begging as you bring his lips to yours, molding together perfectly. 

“You don’t want me to prep you?” He asks with a hint of nervousness. “I don’t want to hurt you, pretty.” 

“I’ll be fine,” you shake your head, completely ignoring one of his hands sliding between you both, “just want you right now, plea- fuck.” You curse when two of his perfectly long fingers move your underwear to the side and immediately start to finger you roughly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty. Just fall apart for me once first.”

His fingers curl inside you, pressing in exactly the right spots to make you shake underneath him. Part of you thinks it’s embarrassing how fast he can make you come, but then you see how happy and proud it makes him. How that cockiness makes him a little less gentle with you because he knows his pretty girl can and will take it. 

A jumbled mess of words and curses escapes your lips as he continues his attack with his fingers. 

“Too much, Shua. Too much,” you whimper, but he doesn’t stop, his open mouth hovering above yours, the evil smirk barely showing. 

“You can do it, baby. One more for me.” You lift your head up to kiss him, but he leans back just far enough.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, baby. Focus.” He chuckles when you whine again, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his fingers hitting inside you a little harder.

“You said only once first,” your voice raises in pitch, your fingernail digging into his biceps. 

“I’m feeling a little greedy tonight.” He rasps against your throat. 

“So just one more, and I promise,” your back arches as his fingers somehow get even deeper inside of you. “I promise I’ll give you what you want.” 

This orgasm hits harder than the first and without warning. He has to smother your screams with his lips, fingers leaving you, quickly rubbing the tips of his fingers against your clit, coaxing you to continue to squirt. Your hips raise, desperate for his touch to continue as the rest of your body shakes. 

“You’re okay, pretty. You’re okay. Come back to me.” His fingers slide back in, slowly pumping as you come back down. “You did so good for me.” He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Shua,” you pant, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away from you. “Please.”

“Okay, okay.” He chuckles, bringing his fingers to your lips. You lock eyes with him and wordlessly open your mouth, allowing his fingers in, and suck the taste of you off him, your tongue swirling around his digits. His other hand slides under your back to unhook your bra, pulling it off you and tossing it aside. 

“Fuck, you’re everything and more, my love.” He murmurs, quickly kissing you after removing his fingers and then shedding his clothes. You reach out for him, letting out a small groan when your arms start feeling heavy. 

“Hold on.” He laughs, crawling onto the bed, fist stroking his hardened erection, smearing his precum along the way. 

“Can you get on your knees for me, pretty?” You make a fuss, both of you smiling as you flip yourself over. Your arms and knees wobble slightly, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Joshua. He grabs two pillows and tucks them under your stomach, and hands you another to hold onto. 

He leans forward, kissing the spot where your neck meets your back. 

“Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” He murmurs against your skin, sitting back up when you relax more in the position, the pillows helping keep you up. 

He pulls your underwear to the side again, one of your arms reaching back to hold it. You moan at the feel of his tip sliding against your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing against your clit. He doesn’t wait for you to beg for him before he’s sliding in in one thrust. 

“Fuck, Shua.” You cry out, the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly adding fuel to the fire burning inside you. 

“You take me so well every time, y/n. Such a perfect pussy. And all for me and just me, right?”

“Just you.” You think you say it coherently, but it’s more of a muffled moan into the pillow as you try to raise your ass to meet his hips. 

His fingers dig into your hips when you press against him, trying not to come already and letting out a low groan. His grip loosens as his pace picks up, one arm reaching around your waist, the other reaching for your throat, pulling your body up to him. 

“You okay, baby?” His lips find your ear, his panting making you clench around him. He hisses in your ear, adding a little pressure to the hold on your neck. “Talk to me, pretty girl.” 

“I- ah, I’m okay. Feels so good, Shua.”  You whine, reaching behind you to grab his hair, your other hand’s nails digging into the forearm around your waist. 

“Gonna come all over my cock, right baby? Give me a third?” 

You nod, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from being too loud. 

“Come with me, Shua. Please, baby.”  

“Where do you want me?” He growls in your ear, but he already knows your answer, his hips snapping to yours a little harder when you mutter the word inside. 

“If that’s what the pretty girl wants.” He grins, kissing the space under your ear. 

A few more thrusts and you're warning him of your impending third orgasm.

“Let go.” He whispers, and you do. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, and you clench around him. It takes three more sharp thrusts before he buries himself deep inside you, groaning against your skin as he fills you up, your walls milking him for everything. 

You feel yourself go limp in his arms, allowing him to maneuver you to lay back down on the bed. You both groan as he pulls out of you, his fingers quickly taking over to shove any escaping cum back inside. 

“You keep that in there for me, so I can taste it later, yeah?” You grunt in response, an exhausted smile forming as tired arms reach for him. He’s quick to give you what you need, laying beside you. You run your fingers through his hair, caressing it softly at the base of his neck and giving him goosebumps. 

You adore him. You love him. He’s yours, and you’re his. There is no better feeling than being loved by Joshua. 

“I love you.” A whisper escapes your lips, and he hums, his head leaning into your palm. 

“I love you, too, pretty girl.”

“I’m still mad that you lied, though. Don’t think you’re getting away with that by being a perfect boyfriend.”

“Oh, I’m aware. And I will do whatever you need me to do to make up for it.” You scoff, pulling your hand away from him. 

“Oh, you will. Later though. For now, I want my Valentine to cuddle me.”

“Min-su? He’s a kid. I don’t think that’s appropriate, y/n.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” You grumble, flipping over on your side so your back is facing him. He doesn’t hesitate to respond, curling up against you and kissing any part of your face he can reach, making you giggle. 

“I’m the best, and you know it. Min-su could only dream to be even as close to the best as I am.” 

You don’t respond, not wanting to entertain his bit. You reach behind you for his wrist, the bracelet wrapped around him perfectly and hold his hand close to your chest, enjoying the visual of the two pieces of jewelry connected. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispers it in your ear as you fall asleep, the happiest and most in love you’ve ever been.

[flurrys-creativity]

Ruthlessness

Pairing: Joshua Hong (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: surfer au, siren au, angst; Rating: nc-17; Warnings: mood swings, mentions of dangerous waves, powers over water, open end (depending on how you interpret it, he might die... he might survive... nobody knows); Wordcount: 940

Summary: Joshua loved surfing - even the most dangerous waves. Though the deal he struck to achieve that, might have been a mistake after all.

A/N: This is a deal I made with the lovely @arafilez who will post another version of surfer boy Shua!

“I can’t believe you made that!” 

Mingyu paddled over to the spot Joshua was floating with his surfboard. Once he reached his friend he splashed some water at him, laughing in disbelief. “How do you get those waves?”

Joshua laughed as well, shielding his face with his hands and arms. Yet he didn’t make any attempt to answer the question. Instead Joshua only shrugged with his shoulders, a soft smile plastered across his lips and a mysterious twinkle hidden in his eyes.

Mingyu hit the water one more time, nearly drowning Joshua with the amount of water he directed towards him. “One day I will know your secret! Might even take over and be the regional surf champion instead of you.”

Joshua’s smile dropped momentarily, a tense aura wafting around his form all of a sudden. “You shouldn’t try.” He stared at his friend with slightly widened eyes, showcasing the severity of his mood change.

A shiver ran down Mingyu’s back from hearing the ominous words, the sudden seriousness leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. “Dude, I’m just joking.”

Almost instantly the smile returned to Joshua’s features and the heavy weight that had pressed on them lifted as if nothing had ever happened. “I’ll do one more wave and then head back”, he announced, completely ignoring the past few seconds.

Mingyu watched Joshua paddle out into the open sea, not daring to follow him or address the interaction. 

As soon as Joshua thought he had enough distance to Mingyu he stopped paddling and took a deep breath. There was no way he could ever reveal his secret to mastering the most dangerous waves. Not without putting others into danger.

A dark shadow glided through the water right underneath him. Not even a second later the water started building up into a massive wave. 

Joshua barely jumped up on his board in time,  balancing himself as the salt water forced him away from the local beach. Yet, he wasn’t concerned, enjoying the ride instead. 

Soon enough he found himself nearing a secluded rocky shore. A few tide pools were hidden between the rocks and you sat on one of the edges of it. Your long, strong tail moved from one side to the other, barely gracing the surface of the ocean.

“Fancy seeing you here”, you giggled as you carded your fingers through your wet hair, looking him up and down and biting on your lower lip.

Joshua chuckled softly as he shook his head. “Fancy being here.” He held onto the rocks, looking up at you with a faint smile.

“You look worried.”

Joshua sighed and shook his head again. He averted his eyes, looking over the vast ocean instead. “Just wondering how long I can keep you secret.”

You pushed yourself from the ledge and plummeted down into the saltwater. A second later your head shot back through the surface. You placed your webbed fingers on the board, keeping you in place as you observed him. 

Ever since you met Joshua, you had become obsessed with him - his smile, his eyes, his manners, his voice, his passion - everything about him drew you in. He was on your mind the whole time and your desire to be near him grew even more whenever he stayed on land. 

“Is it because of that other human?” You tilted your head to one side, appearing almost like a curious seal with your large, dark eyes.

Joshua winced slightly before he tried laughing it off. “Mingyu was just joking. He’s no threat, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You implored, reaching for his hand. “I can deal with any threat for you.”

“Don’t!”

You flinched from his harsh tone, using your tail to push yourself away from him and the board. “Don’t?” You narrowed your eyes, trying to suppress the twitching of your upper lip which would reveal your sharp teeth. 

Joshua never spoke like that with you, he never looked at you with such a distant gaze. It irked you that one insignificant human was able to change his behaviour towards you so drastically. 

A tinge of fear played over his feature, seeing your expression morph with rage. Before Joshua could even fathom his movements, he pulled himself up on the rocks, leaving the water. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, staring down at you with new found clarity.

“I shouldn’t have relied on your powers”, he whispered. Joshua bent down, trying to release the securing leash from his ankle. Something inside of him told him to get away from the ocean as fast as possible - even if it meant losing his board.

“Get back in the water”, you hissed, holding one hand towards him as if you tried using some sort of force to pull him back in.

The water rose around you, lapping dangerously at the edges of the rocks and the sides of your body. 

Joshua barely kept his balance on the slippery surface. At that moment, looking into your dark eyes, a memory came back to his mind: 

“You’re way too nice. Do you even have an ounce of ruthlessness in you?” Joshua could still hear the words of his friends clearly inside his mind. Back then he had laughed it off but right now he wished for it. For a split second he wondered whether an ounce of ruthlessness would have prevented him from making a deal with a siren. 

He couldn’t find an answer to his own thoughts before another wave hit him and he lost his balance.

Maybe it was true what people said, maybe ruthlessness was after all truly mercy upon yourself.

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

[svts-things]

Joshua in this haircut🙌🙌🙌🙌

[incorrectsebongteen]

Mingyu, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Joshua: …What does that even mean?!

[monnn]

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Pairing: non-idol!Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! comfort, fluff, wholesome @_@'

Warnings: none, this is very SAPPY.

WC: 800+

A/N: hi I'm alive, oop. this is originally an epilogue to Winter Petal but can be read as a standalone! I'd be lying if this wasn't highly self-indulgent, but hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! Hope you have a good week and have fun reading loves! ♡

Joshua had been living with you for a few years now. He had seen you at your worst, holding you with no plans of letting you go, but also patiently waited until you were okay to ask for a date. Although you were stunned at his bold approach, a date was all it took for you to see through him. He was in love, with you. And who were you to deny him of receiving love he deserves? 

So here you were, in a relationship with Shua, living life at a day’s pace. Waking up to him and sleeping with him had been the best times of your days, as you get to be so close and accessible to his heart. It was one of your unspoken routines to brief about the day, after and before going to bed. And just like any other day, you were getting ready for bed while Shua wrapped up things in the kitchen. Like there was a braincell being shared, both of you enter the room, smiling at each other while getting under the comforters. While he already got tucked in with a book, you were making sure to moisturise your skin and letting it dry before tucking yourself in. Unknown to you, Shua had been observing your actions – from how you got the cream, to the way you gently massaged them into your arms while making sure to leave no spots and flapping your arms for the lotion to dry away faster and to the saturated smile on your face while doing all of these. Shua finds his mind reeling and he’s suddenly so extremely proud of how far you’ve come.  

Having your heart broken by your best friend, things had been quite hard but you had taken your time to heal and Joshua had been nothing than patient with you. However, you were made sure to acknowledge your efforts which was his task daily as you tend to shrug your hard work away as nothing. Joshua’s seen all of it, almost. His heart swells at the sight of you and by the time you turn around, tears pool in his eyes, making him look away. Concern takes over you as you barely see Shua cry, because he always talks if anything’s bothering him. You move further towards him, taking his hands as he looks up to you, tears still streaming down his pretty face. 

“Hey, I'm here. Whatever it is, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I’ve got you” 

Hearing this makes Shua cry harder, now a sobbing mess in your arms as he presses himself further into your shoulder. Soft I love you’s escape from him, in between his sobs while you hold him dearly. Just like he's held you, so many times that you can't count of. You're so patient and gentle with him, all Shua wants to do is lose identity and leave to somewhere where he can be by your side all the damn time, for the rest of his life.  

A while passes by as Joshua collects himself, breaking away from your hold while reaching for the glass of water by his side. You see him chug it down, while worrying if something’s up. He turns to you, hands moving to hold your face while he slowly brings his forehead to yours.  

“I’m not sorry that I cried so much and wet your pajamas, but I love you. And I will make sure you know that, each minute of my life.“ he pauses, trying to collect his breath while you think of speaking.  

“Shua, I love you too. I'm always by you no matter-“he cuts you off, placing a little kiss on your mouth.  

“No, I'm not done yet.”  

Oh no, Mr. Sappy, Too-in-love Gentleman is here. 

Leaning forward, he takes a deep breath before getting started again.  

“You are so much. Good, bad or whatever, you are so much and I love you for that. You care so much about people around that you forget to care for yourself. But that's okay, because I will do that for you till my last breath.” 

Uh oh, the dams break loose again. Wiping his tears in one, he continues as he holds your face in the other.  

“I'm so proud of how far you've come. You're so much stronger than you think of and I love you so much that it makes me bawl my heart out. You deserve so much more and while I make sure of you receiving that, I will also love you to my fullest, babe. I love you” *hiccup* “so much.” he ends, crying through his hiccups.  

You heart is warm and humid at how much love you have for him, it’s disgusting!!!(actually, adorable) At a loss for anything to be told, you just hug Shua tighter than ever, leaving feather kisses on his knuckles and shoulders while waiting for him to calm down.  

In no time, he’s well hydrated and fast asleep, tired from all the crying as you tuck him in, slowly sliding in while he catches your wrist. You can hear a faint I love you from him, as you lie down facing him. He’s so pretty and your heart burns in love for him. 

“I love you too, Shua. Always.” you whisper, drifting off to start yet another loving day with your best person.