#taeyang imagines

[slytherinshua]

ALSO THIS PIC GOT ME THINKING….

he’s so hot.

but like braiding his hair or putting little clips n them n he’s just letting you do your thing…. but deep down he’s just melting yknow <\\3 n imagine the boys walking in n i feel like they’d either die from laughter or cuteness how adorable u two are:(

also this is so mean but imagine he’s sitting between your legs on the floor n you’re on the sofa n he won’t stop squirming bc he can’t focus n u tug his hair LMAO

IM BARKING CRYING SCREAMING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET AND JUMPING OFF A CLIFF UR SO INSANE FOR THIS AXE SKDJSKDKSDS warnings: none?? wc: ~400.

usually theo would say no to anyone touching his hair (trust cause the boys have tried before), but you are the exception to every rule. he doesn't mind when your cuddle session turns to you starting to massage his head and play with his hair. it's actually very relaxing and his eyes are fluttering shut from the sensation. but then he feels a slight tug and winces ever so slightly because he's not used to it. he realizes what you're doing pretty quickly and his heart melts inside. you tell him to sit on the floor, and he's quick to do it because whatever his princess wants.

he can't see it, but he can feel your fingers working to put small braids in his hair, and tying them with the colorful elastics you have on hand. you have bow and butterfly clips as well (he has no idea why you have so many hair things on hand? you didn't even have to get up to get them???) but he lets you have your fun. on the outside he looks annoyed. his eyes are closed and a small pout is on his face. but on the inside he's really enjoying it. he doesn't even mind the slight pull and tug from you securing his hair. you could never really hurt him </3

what he doesn't expect is that the boys would burst through the door a second later and immediately start cackling. intak and keeho are practically falling over each other with giggles and jiung is already snapping pics for blackmailing purposes later. of course theo's eyes flew open the second he heard the door open-- he can't look like he was enjoying it, definitely not-- that would make him look whipped for you or something.

he tries to argue with the boys saying that you forced him into it, but jongseob is having none of fit and constantly teasing him, calling him whipped and a simp. he admits defeat eventually because the last thing he will ever do is deny that he loves you in front of you. maybe he is a simp, because the second he looks in the mirror he realizes how ridiculous he looks. pink bows littered all over his silky black hair, braids sticking out in every direction. but he's so soft on the inside because you decorated his head with love. so he keeps it in for the rest of the day, even if keeho starts laughing at him every time he sees him sjdksd.

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[zeroseuniverse]

One Chance

Word Count: 1K Summary: She expected lazy attempts at grand gestures, but Theo’s version of wooing was…annoyingly thoughtful. Pairing: Theo X Fem Reader

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New Year’s Eve had never been her thing. Too much noise, too many drunk strangers, and the pressure to have some magical, life-altering moment just because the clock hit midnight. But somehow, she’d still found herself packed into a rooftop party, counting down with a crowd of glittering, champagne-soaked people she barely knew.

And somehow—thanks to a poorly timed turn of her head—she ended up kissing a complete stranger when the clock struck twelve.

Her wide eyes met his the moment they pulled apart. He was handsome in a way that felt almost unfair—sharp jaw, warm eyes, and a smirk that spelled trouble.

“Whoa,” he breathed, looking entirely too pleased. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, well,” she muttered, wiping at her lips as if that would undo the past five seconds, “bad timing. And too much champagne.”

His smirk deepened. “Or,” he countered, “fate.”

She rolled her eyes so hard she practically saw the fireworks behind her. “Right. Fate.”

The problem was, she saw him again. And again.

At her favorite coffee shop the next morning—where he, unreasonably bright-eyed for someone who had to have been at that party just as late as she was, waved and bought her coffee before she could stop him.

On the subway, two days later—where he slid into the seat across from her and grinned like he’d won the lottery.

At a random street fair—where he, against all odds, appeared right beside her, holding a ridiculous stuffed bear he’d won at a dart game.

After the third time, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Are you stalking me?”

“If I say yes, does it get me arrested or just a restraining order?”

She huffed. “Depends on how good your excuse is.”

“I’m just a guy trying to prove a point.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. “The universe is obviously pushing us together.”

She gave him a flat look. “The universe has a terrible sense of humor.”

He just grinned. “Let’s make a deal.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I love those. Usually a great way to lose money or dignity.”

“Neither, I promise.” He held up a hand like he was making an oath. “Give me 30 days. If you don’t fall for me by then, I’ll leave you alone.”

She snorted. “You really think I’ll fall in love with you in a month?”

“Not love,” he corrected smoothly. “Just…fall. At least a little.”

She squinted at him. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I disappear forever.”

That, she liked the sound of. Not that he was particularly annoying—well, okay, he was. But she liked winning. And there was no way she was losing this.

“Fine,” she said, smirking. “You’ve got 30 days, mystery man.”

“Theo,” he supplied, offering his hand.

She ignored it.

His laugh was low and easy. “You’ll be shaking my hand by day ten.”

“Sure,” she deadpanned. “And pigs will be flying by day fifteen.”

“Now that’s just unrealistic,” he said with a wink.

She expected lazy attempts at grand gestures, but Theo’s version of wooing was…annoyingly thoughtful.

Day 3: He left a cup of her exact coffee order at her usual table before she arrived at the café. No note, no name. Just a smirk from across the room.

Day 7: He walked her home after she got stuck working late, keeping the conversation light and teasing, like they’d been friends for years.

Day 12: He sent her a text—how he got her number, she refused to ask—saying: There’s a dog adoption event near your office. Let’s go fall in love (with puppies, obviously).

She told herself she wasn’t falling for him. Just for the damn puppies.

Day 17: He showed up outside her building at 8 AM with two breakfast sandwiches. “Just a coincidence,” he claimed. “Totally not planned.”

“Totally stalking,” she corrected.

By day 25, she stopped telling herself it was just bad timing.

By day 28, she started dreading the countdown.

Because now, she wasn’t sure what scared her more—falling for him, or the possibility that once the countdown ended… he might actually walk away

By day 29, she was completely, utterly screwed.

Somewhere between the coffee surprises, the effortless banter, and the way he somehow managed to know exactly how to get under her skin and make her laugh at the same time, she had stopped seeing Theo as just a temporary nuisance.

She was used to keeping her heart guarded. Love at first sight? Please. She wasn’t naïve. But this—this slow, steady tug—was somehow worse. Because now, with only one day left, she realized she didn’t want him to walk away.

Which meant she had lost.

She was still trying to figure out what to do about that when Theo texted her:

One more day. Meet me at the rooftop, 11:45 PM? No pressure.

No pressure, her ass.

Still, she went.

The rooftop wasn’t some glittering party this time—just the two of them, standing under the city lights, a bottle of champagne dangling from Theo’s fingers. He looked…calm. Like he already knew the outcome of this stupid challenge.

“Final day,” he said, offering her a glass.

She took it, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted. “Guess so.”

Theo studied her for a moment, then leaned against the railing, gazing out at the skyline. “So?”

She swallowed. “So…?”

He turned to her, smiled easily but eyes were unreadable. “Did I win?”

Her fingers tightened around the glass. This was the moment. The part where she was supposed to smirk, tell him nice try, and walk away victorious. That had been the plan.

But when she opened her mouth, the words didn’t come out.

Instead, her stupid, traitorous heart whispered: Say no, and he leaves. Say yes, and maybe he stays.

The countdown to midnight began in the distance.

10…

9…

8…

Theo didn’t look nervous. He just watched her with that same quiet confidence that had driven her crazy from the start.

7…

6…

5…

“Alright,” she blurted. “Fine. You win.”

4…

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Yeah?”

3…

She exhaled, dropping her gaze. “Yeah.”

2…

She barely had a second to see his smirk before he leaned in.

1…

His lips met hers just as the city erupted in cheers.

It wasn’t an accident this time.

And she couldn’t even pretend she minded.

[sadnightforus]

RINGING YOUR LINE  (CTY)

ex-turned-bf!taeyang x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: The breakup was almost a year ago, but he still can’t forget you. It’s very much expressed through the song he produces and posted out of impulse, secretly hoping that you’ll listen to it. 

WORD COUNT: 3K.

WARNINGS: hinting that the reader is a cold person (even though they’re not), one cuss word. In the song, the artist uses the she/her pronouns but the reader’s gender is never specified. Not much tbh but it can be a bit emotionally draining. Mentioning Shota as the MVP friend (thx q 💪🏻). 

INSPIRED BY: LESSON (โค้ชลงเล่น) BY YUNGTARR.

A/N: well…. I’m not so proud of writing these short stories instead of working on the ones for my series but my brain is not working. Also I deeply apologize if the translated lyrics are not correct. I use google translate for it. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

 In the dimming room of a small studio room, there sits Taeyang, whose headphone is glued to his ears while his eyes cannot tear itself away from a folder that has only one song in there. 

 He is hesitating, rather more anxious than anything combined as he clicks on google, then looks at the opening tab, displaying his YouTube channel with over 360K subscribers on the site of YouTube studio. 

 He knows it’ll be a bad idea, a terrible idea even. His mind screams at him to not do it, but the need of expressing his honest feelings is eating him up. 

 Normally, when his friends ask him how he has been doing, he’ll simply answer with the usual ‘I’m fine.’ but he knows he’s far from being okay. The breakup with you has been hard, even though it was a mutual agreement that you guys are better off not being partners and parted ways on neutral terms that is. Everyday since then, he feels like he doesn’t want to live anymore because he regrets that decision so much. 

 He should’ve stopped you. 

 Just like how he should’ve stopped himself from uploading the new song onto the YouTube channel where you can obviously see that. Heck, he thinks you’d think he’s weird for still being unable to get over you. 

 But too late for that as the new video ‘THEO - Ringin’ Ur Line (Official Audio)’ being posted and he just sighs in defeat, realizing that he makes such a fool of himself with the way he didn’t think of making the video unlisted or even private before it uploads onto the account. 

 And at the same time, you’re mindlessly scrolling through some apps when you see a notification from the channel called ‘THEO’ uploading a new song pops up on the screen. As much as you pretend not to care, you click onto it, ready to get your heartbroken, knowing that he most likely will never mention or even talk about you in his songs. 

 Who would get over someone who makes music and especially a catchy one anyway? 

 But what surprises you is the fact that he makes the song and sings with his own voice in this one, mainly because he’s a music producer. Although his appearance screams very ‘celebrity-like’ due to how good looking he is, he claims that he just wants to lead a normal life with no pressure that comes between his personal life and professional life. He chooses to work behind the spotlight and produces some of the greatest hits for well-known names in the industry. Never once does he put his own personal works out like this. 

 So what changes? 

 You sit up to hear the lyrics and observe the song more carefully. 

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

 You scoff at the thought of him having someone new he might be possibly singing about. Clearly, he wouldn’t really sing about you, would he?

บทเรียนสุดท้ายและครั้งที่สองเธอไม่พลาดพลั้ง

The last and second lesson, she didn't fail.

 You wonder what he could possibly refer to. What does he mean with this exactly? Love lesson that gives him the kind of pain that is unforgettable? 

 It’s your cue to go because it’s not even about you. 

 You feel pathetic for ever assuming that it was about you, the person he sang about. You feel foolish and you’re mad at yourself for that. The cold wind doesn’t help much with warming your body either. 

 Somehow, you continue to listen because of the charming lyrics and melodies. 

เธอตั้งใจทำอย่างนั้น

She did that on purpose.

เธอตั้งใจให้ผมเจ็บ

She intended to hurt me.

 You wonder which girl really hurt him and how she managed to do so. Deep down, you wish to have the same effect that whoever did to him in this song. 

 You sigh as you continue listening. 

baby เธอเองก็รู้ว่าใจดวงนี้มันสามารถซ้ำ

baby, you know that this heart can repeat itself.

เธอหยุดได้มั้ย baby ถือว่าผมขอร้อง 

Can you stop, baby? Consider that I'm begging you.

 Taeyang looks at the time on his phone and realizes something, he’ll forever sit alone and let you slip away from his life for good if he didn’t do something tonight. 

 He needs you in his life. He needs your love. He doesn’t want to continue to imagine the way you could only say those ‘i love you's' that his brain could only replay of the way you said it so much in the past that it deeply engraved in his mind like a clockwork. 

 He doesn’t want his heart trembling at the way you look so beautiful in the well kept polaroid of you two in his wallet anymore. He is done with torturing and lying to himself. 

 Grabbing his car keys, he impatiently waits for the engine to start working and looks around for the blind spots to make sure that the parking spot is empty before driving away. 

pretend ว่าตัวผม strong

Pretend that I'm strong

ในสิ่งที่ทุกๆวันขณะในใจผมเจ็บขนาดนั้น 

For something that every day in my heart hurts that much

 He stops at a flower shop, owned by one of his good friends, Shota. Shota has a talent in rearranging flowers, although he wouldn’t need to utter a word for the customers to roll in because he’s adorable. Taeyang remembers that his first flower ever given to you was from Shota’s flower shop and now that he wants to reconcile you both, he figures that he should do that too. 

 He pants, upon the hurried travel to his friend’s store. Shota eyes him blankly, but continues to say nothing, waiting for the other person to speak first. 

“I need a flower that says forever love. Not roses, obviously.” 

“Was that for Y/N?” He questions, although he already knows the answer. 

“How do you know that?” 

“You can pretend that you’re fine and be strong for our sake, although you’re not really. You still think of them.” 

 Was the pain so obvious that even Shota, who normally just doesn’t comment and not caring about things most of the time can see? 

 He really realizes that you’re his better half. 

 And as for you, you find yourself relating to the lyrics he sings in this song. You truly dislike how reflective it is to your state of mind because you’ve been pretending you’re strong and you’re not hurting everyday. 

 Both of yours and his heart are aching for one another, wanting to belong as one again. 

แค่เห็นที่ต้องเจ็บซ้ำ

Just seeing it hurts again.

เป็นเธอไม่มีสายใยแม้ไม่มีเธอเองก็ไม่ต่างกัน

It's you, there's no connection, even without you, it's no different.

 There’s something you can never admit to your friend or anybody else. You’re ashamed to still confess out loud that you’re thinking of your ex boyfriend and that you read both of your text messages with each other.

 You can’t understand it. Why can’t you get him out of your mind if he’s not exactly the most ideal man there is? 

 You sigh, it’s truly unpleasant to be having these late night thoughts where it betrays what you stand for. 

 Similarly to Taeyang, who also does look at the text messages you both shared, but with a different thought. 

 He used to take you for granted, but with you gone, he realizes that he had a gem but he was too blind by his own insecurities. 

 And if there’s no you, then nothing will make sense to him anymore. 

“Hyung, your flower is ready.” Shota places the flower on the table, in front of where Taeyang keeps zoning out. The producer grabs the flower, amazed that the younger florist chooses pink asters, knowing that it represents eternal love, innocence and devotion for a person you deeply care about. He then stands up, slams the 10$ and 20$ on the table and screams out before exiting the shop. 

“I know you’re gonna charge me 25$ but just accept 30$. Keep the change.” 

 Shota just shakes his head, sighing before going back to work. 

I think about everyday, baby we used to talk.

Now you run away.

But baby I'm still walk.

 Driving as fast as he can, he makes it his mission to place his vehicle in a place he knows it all too well. Nighttime has never looked more unexpected and almost scary to him because he can’t predict what is going to happen next. He can only hope that the music he mistakenly and might be posted under the influence of his idiocy conveys what he truly feels about the seperation. 

 Just only a month and 19 more days until it’ll be marked since a year you both break up. But yet in those days before it approaches, you occupy his thoughts every day and night. 

 Frankly, you’re the first and last thing he thinks of every single day. 

 He’s thanking the universe that he didn’t just crash and die right here with the way he’s speeding to you. 

คิดถึงแต่โทรหาไม่ได้

I miss you but can't call.

อยากจะเรียกเธอมาช่วยเชียร์แต่ว่ามันทำไม่ได้

I want to call her to cheer me up but I can't.

 Whenever he’s having a hard time, he wants to call you. But he can’t. 

 Whenever he’s happy, he can’t also call you. 

 And whenever he thinks of you, he can’t do that because you guys are not together anymore. 

 He wants to hear your voice, soothing his worries or cracking some jokes and laughing out so delightfully. 

 This trip to your house might be the last time he’ll get to see you. Or his wants will finally be granted. 

Baby เธอตั้งใจ broke heart

Baby, you accidentally broke my heart.

 You’re supposed to hate him, with the way he sings in this song. This line, a particular line, just like he said, it accidentally breaks your heart into pieces too. 

 You’re gritting your teeth in anger, were you never that important to him? 

 Had he never loved you enough that his heart could possibly break at the thought of you, of this too? 

 Were you the only one feeling this way? 

 You feel really start to resent him. God, what a fucking scumbag. 

 The love has never been reciprocated, so why can’t you let the thought of him completely slip out of your mind? 

ย้ายความเจ็บปวดเข้าไปที่ broke heart 

Move the pain into a broken heart

 It’s only around 10 minutes, if without speeding up, until he’ll be at your door, making a fool of himself, without knowing if you still want him back. He doesn’t know if you’re seeing someone new. Because if you do, that flower in the passenger seat that he is meaning to give it to you will be left to rot, as a proof of his undying love. 

 He doesn’t think that he can ever move past the pain of not having you if the rejection comes through. 

I'm still ทิ้งลงถังมันไม่ได้ baby

I'm still can't throw it in the bin, baby. 

ทำลงไม่ได้ baby

Can't do it, baby. 

Standing in front of the trash bin, you’re facing the most difficult of your life; whether to throw or not to throw every polaroid of you both together. 

 The song keeps playing, you’re holding 6 polaroids of you and him, which are taken on his birthday. There was a whip cream on his nose that he didn’t bother to wipe before taking the photos because he wanted to look cute and have fun, which you let him. It’s one of the fondest memories, out of every celebration you both had done together and you’re about to throw it away. 

 But your hand freezes, gripping onto those small pieces of pictures a bit too tightly. 

 And what happens if you throw it away? Would it only exist in your memories now with no physical evidence? Is that what you’re looking for? 

 And would you be happy to only have events that exist in your heart now? 

 What good would it do if you do anyway? You’d still continue to see the ghost of him everywhere you turn. 

 You can’t throw it away, you really can’t. 

มันตัดใจไม่ได้ baby

I can't get over it, baby. 

 He can’t get over your smile, your voice, your personality, humor or you. 

 He almost feels sorry for himself that he acts like this, let alone letting you know how he feels. 

 It’s what he thinks as his car has come to a stop, safely parking itself in an open space era. He then opens the car door, holding the flower bouquet to his chest before closing it and locking the car door. 

 Something in your mind tells you to stop standing still and keep the polaroids hidden away if you’re not gonna throw it, burn it or even destroy it. 

 So you listen to your guts as you gently tuck your upper lips, anxious and confused on why did you back out on it last minute. 

 You know the answer way too well to that question. But you didn’t want to accept it. 

เพราะผมรักจะตาย baby

Because I love you to death, baby.

“Ding!” 

 Your doorbell rings, startles you out of your trance when you’re so busy putting the polaroids back into a hidden box. 

 You’re confused on who would come to your door this late at night. It’s almost midnight, just only roughly 19 minutes to be exact as you look at the time displayed on the digital clock. 

 A gut feeling tells you that you might need to open the door as it’ll reveal the answer to everything you’ve been hoping for. 

 You’ll regret it if you don’t. 

 Most importantly, you’re hoping it’s him who is behind that door, ringing your doorbell, asking you to be back in his life. But you shake your head at the ridiculousness before you stand up, taking slow steps to get to the door. Your palm grips tightly onto that doorknob, not knowing if you want to do so. 

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

 Is the last phrase you hear before your phone dies. You sigh as you twist the doorknob and you’re met with the man you thought you’d never get to meet again. 

 Choi Taeyang standing in front of you. With a bouquet of pink asters in his hands. 

 He wears a white sweater for tonight, a casual look but it makes him look almost breathtaking because he is simply the most beautiful guy you’ve ever known. He looks anxious, not knowing what to say at first as he hands you the asters and you gladly accept it. 

“Did you hear my new song?” 

 The question catches you off guard. Because what game does he want to play now? 

“I do.” You nod, face lack of any expression, opposite to the male in front of you who looks unsure and almost on the verge of tears. You can sense the anxiousness radiating off him but you choose not to ask about it. 

“Well- what do you think about it?” He looks at you, hoping you’d respond to it differently than you do now, because it’ll kill him if you continue to be standoffish like that. 

“It’s nice.” 

“The song… it’s about you.” He confesses, observing the way your eyebrows quirk in confusion and the gleam in your eyes that plead him to almost repeat whatever he just said. 

“Ever since we broke up, it’s never been easy on me. I want to call you so bad but I know you wouldn’t pick up those calls. Every day that I live, the memories of us haunt me so bad, it’s like you intended to hurt me and to make sure that I’ll never get over you. It’s lame that I can’t move on and I’m still in love with you. And now, here, making a fool of myself, asking you to be mine again.” 

 You stare at him, a bit dumbfounded and losing yourself in the moment that all of this happens in real time and it’s not your imagination anymore. You let each of the phrases that escape his lips sink into your mind and process itself into your brain as you can only admire him, no words being exchanged. 

 Taeyang is scared, preparing for your rejection already as you go absolutely silent. He could die right now, if not for the fact that he hasn’t heard the final word that determines whether he’ll continue to live in misery or start a new chapter with absolute happiness. 

“Y/N, please say something. If you’re gonna reject me, please do it fast!” 

“Idiot, I never stopped loving you.” Your face breaks into the biggest grin he has ever seen and every tension and worry just completely escapes from his body. 

 He takes a step forward to hug you, losing himself in your embrace. He misses your love, your warmth. His home, his livelihood all just connects back to you as he feels like the happiest man in the world. 

“Thank god because I thought I’ll live with regret for my entire life.” He mumbles, feeling so content by the physical contact for the first time in months. You try to gently peel yourself off from him, he pouts at you sadly, pleading to be in your embrace for a little longer but before allowing that to continue happening, you scold him. 

“Get off of me! What kind of house owner would I be if I let my guest stand outside for this long.” 

 He smiles, showing off the adorable eye smile that you love so much. 

“Is that your way of inviting me inside?” 

He teases you back, taking off his shoes as he observes you and every corner of your living space, happy to have you back in his life again. 

“Oh shut up before I kick you out.” You give him a stern stare, with your now boyfriend trailing behind you to chill in the living room. He only grins at you teasingly before responding back. 

“Fine.” 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

[restlessmaknae]

The tale of the young man whose voice was as beautiful as the moonlight, but whose voice could also kill.

➳ Characters: siren!Theo x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: siren!au, curse!au, kingdom!au, fantasy, romance, angst

➳ Words: 4.4k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, Theo killing people because he's a siren, major character death

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town ❤️

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taeyang. Taeyang was living with his parents beside the sea, his father a fishman, his mother a cook. Taeyang often accompanied his father to catch fish, assisting whenever he could, but it was rare that he went out fishing on his own. However, once, his father got sick, so Taeyang went out in his place because the family relied heavily on the man’s work.

It was odd being on his own, and he wondered whether there would be a thunderstorm that day. Storms were unexpectedly harsh and common these past few weeks, hence fishing was more difficult than usually. On the other hand, his father couldn’t afford to go fishing further away because they were occupied by other fishermen, they had their own territory, but where they lived was untouched.

Taeyang had heard some kids talk behind his back whenever he walked home from the market, they whispered about odd instances of people going missing after being at the shore and men jumping to their death from the rocks surrounding the water. No wonder no one dared to come close, and his father could use it to his advantage. His father didn’t believe in these tales though, he said they were mere rumours, and that this place was definitely not cursed.

The boy believed him, and he wanted to believe him even though messy grey clouds were already gathering above his head, the first warning of a soon-to-arrive storm. Taeyang let out a sigh, then got started on it. He did how his father had taught him, but he struggled so much with a catch, he wondered if he should keep pulling the tackle, but then he remembered his mother’s hopeless eyes when his father had come down with a fever, and he kept pulling and pulling… Until he pulled a beautiful female body out of the water.

The tackle got stuck in her blouse, and blood oozed out from her side - where the boy had possibly managed to strike her. Taeyang could barely believe what he saw, he was merely gaping at the sight and trying to pacify the crazy beating of his heart. This couldn’t be real. Why was she in the water? Taeyang should have seen if anyone had been around because he had been there for more than an hour. She had to swim super fast to get to the shore from afar if he hadn’t managed to see her before. Or…

“You…” The woman mumbled, and despite her being pulled out from water, her clothes were actually untouched as if she had merely been walking on the shore, not swimming in the water. How could this be? His eyes might have been playing tricks on him since that was simply not possible. She should have been soaking wet. Instead, her hair was shining, surrounding her heart-shaped face like a halo. She was beautiful, too beautiful, as if she had not been from this world.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Taeyang justified, but he felt like his explanation was of no use. She was a full grown woman and he was just a mere kid.

“You stupid fisherboy, you brought this upon yourself,” the woman warned him, but before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and sunk her teeth into his wrists.

Taeyang didn’t feel anything at first. To be precise, what he felt wasn’t a bite. He felt as if a strong current was pulling him under, as if he was drowning, as if he was trying to reach the surface to breathe, but as soon as she pulled away, his breathing became ragged, his lungs were on fire, and all he could think about was jumping into the water to cool himself down. Maybe if he just went in there, if he was surrounded by the waves, it would be alright…

“Stupid humans and their greed…” Taeyang heard the woman say even though it seemed like she was far, far away from him. He felt lightheaded, legs wobbly, and his vision becoming blurry. Colourful dots danced in his vision, and the scenery around him became like a carousel from which he couldn’t get off.

“Now you can ponder over your mistake forever. You and your family should have just left this part of the sea behind a long time ago,” she continued furiously, but as the boy’s eyes zoomed in on her, he caught sight of fangs, and now he wasn’t sure what was going on. Was he dreaming? It felt so real though…

Then, his vision slowly lost colour, and he found himself falling to the ground, his human body not being able to bear the bite of the siren.

Taeyang thought of that incident as an odd one after all, and even though he was scolded by his parents for not catching anything that night, he insisted that he had been attacked, but the bite mark from the female didn’t show on his skin. Instead, a line was inked into his skin, and he couldn’t get it off no matter how much he tried to wash it off. It was a simple line, curving at the bottom. It was a drop of water, or a teardrop, depending on how you looked at it.

He didn’t give it too much thought, but whenever the boy wanted to walk to the market as he usually did in place of his parents, he couldn’t. He collapsed on the way or his feet didn’t move further, or he went there, but came back sick to the stomach. And it happened more and more often, so his parents kept him at home. After that, Taeyang spent a lot of time making drawings of the sea or helping out his mother in the kitchen or helping his father de-bone the fish. He made himself busy despite not leaving the house.

But then one day, he started singing out of boredom, and it changed everything. He wasn’t one to usually sing, but he felt this inner need in him to do so, and his parents also complimented his beautiful voice, so he continued on. He sang and sang, and he saw this adoring glint in his parents’ eyes as if they had been totally mesmerised by his voice, and that just made little Taeyang even happier. So he continued on, but soon enough, the glint in his parents’ eyes disappeared, and he saw horror in their orbs before they fell to the ground, their bodies numb.

Little Taeyang didn’t know it at the time, but as he grew older, he realised that the rumours were true and this shore was actually cursed. People went missing and men jumped to their death because this part of the sea was full of sirens. He met the beautiful woman whom he had injured later on, and she let him know that with her bite, he had become one of them. He couldn’t be away from water for long - a day at max -, his singing killed people even if his beauty was unmatched. Not to mention that he was now immortal, so the words of the woman - you can ponder over your mistake forever - made more sense.

“So you cursed me?” He inquired, still innocent, still just a child, barely 10.

“I didn’t curse you, boy. You did this to yourself. Your family didn’t listen to the warnings of the sea,” she explained eerily, and the boy had a feeling he knew what she meant. The constant storms, the sickness of his father, the fish being poisoned in the water… “I could have killed you, you know. Instead, I granted you immortality. You should be thankful. When you reach the age of 20, you will stay young forever,” she vocalised, her tone almost mischievous, and for a moment, Taeyang believed that what she was saying was of good intentions.

But then she smirked and her fangs showed, and he ran back to the house, scared of her, scared of the sea, and most important of all, scared of himself.

Taeyang had to realise that she was right. Afterwards, his sense of time was never the same. Whether days passed or decades, he couldn’t tell. His only thirst was for the sea and for singing, and since he had this gawking inner desire to always stay close to the water, he couldn’t even think of ending the curse by going far away, by purposefully keeping himself off, by purposefully ending his life. The thought had crossed his mind, multiple times actually. The thought always hit him after singing people to death, after not being able to say no to his other desire: singing.

The truth is, despite the folktales of sirens being only females and kissing men to death, sirens could be males and females, and they didn’t kill with a kiss, they killed with their voice. Whether it was a male or a female, someone young or old, if he had the urge, he would have to sing sooner or later. He didn’t do it on purpose to kill people, but sometimes he couldn’t avoid it. When he saw the same terror in his victims’ eyes that he had seen in his own parents’, he thought of dying, but he couldn’t do so. He couldn’t get away from the water because his siren needs were greater than his human emotions.

Consequently, Taeyang knew better than to form bonds with people. Even if he managed to save a child from drowning or get something out of the water for an elderly lady, he couldn’t allow himself to get attached. If someone was immortal, getting attached would make their endless lives even more miserable. And so he didn’t.

Not until you.

He knew who you were even before you said so yourself. The truth is, he still went into the town to mingle with people just for the sake of it, he still ate food humans made just because he could do so, not because he was hungry for it, and he was still up-to-date with the important people in the seaside kingdom just because it entertained him (partly when it was about the ruckus they caused) and it helped his forever ongoing thoughts settle a bit. It also made him feel like he was one of them: one of the mortals.

“Why don’t you care who I am?”

Your question made sense. To you, Taeyang seemed like a mere boy - probably living by the seaside - in his loose cotton pants and loose shirt, unafraid of sitting by the edge of the cliff, looking over at the crystal clear water beneath his feet as if it had been the most fascinating sight ever known to mankind. You couldn’t have known just who he was or what he was, and the fact that he had lived through hundreds of years already, so he couldn’t care whether he spoke to royalty or common people.

“Because I’ve seen too much to care,” he justified, and it was true, he had seen too much. Nonetheless, you might have thought of a very different reasoning behind his words.

“Well, you are the first person to say that,” you mumbled, looking down at your intertwined hands. “You can guess why I am here, but why are you here?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow after a heartbeat of silence as you turned your gaze towards him.

Taeyang could indeed guess: you were there to get away from your responsibilities, to escape being a princess for some time before you would have to go back to the palace, go back to your supposedly perfect and supposedly loving family and fake smiles all the time.

“This is where I feel the most at home,” he admitted bitterly. No matter how much he loathed the sea, he still felt like it was where he belonged. He knew very well that it was because of his siren self, but it was true nevertheless.

“I wish I could feel the same.”

“Why don’t you try? You can jump into the water and see for yourself,” he suggested casually, and the reaction he received was truly amusing. Your eyes widened to double their size, your mouth was agape for a few seconds before you exclaimed in a high-pitched voice:

“Are you crazy? This dress cost a fortune,” you said as you pointed at your midnight blue dress that probably had more layers than the shades of the water underneath the cliff.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Taeyang mentioned nonchalantly. He knew that to an extent he was a hypocrite because he didn’t try out a lot of things because he couldn’t do so anymore, but it should have been an encouragement. Or some sort of it.

You didn’t say anything at that time, but even that flash of bravery in your pitch-black eyes and hint of hesitation in your sweet voice were indicators that one day, you might be able to try it out, to break free.

Taeyang was surprised that you kept coming back time after time. Sometimes you came during daylight, but mostly during nighttime, having escaped from the palace for the night because the young guards who were there (Keeho and Intak) both let you because you were on good terms with them. The siren found it pretty amusing that a princess could sneak out at nights because she was getting on well with the guards, but well, maybe it was some sweet compensation for you with your difficult life and all of your daunting duties.

And you did try to jump into the water, and since Taeyang was here, nothing could happen to you. Humans didn’t see sirens when they were in the water, so you couldn’t see any sirens even if they might have been around, and since you were just swimming in that lagoon he liked frequenting, there was only a small chance that any siren would come around. What you had to be most afraid of was Taeyang himself, but he avoided this particular lagoon and this part of the seaside when he felt the urge to sing (and ultimately kill with that). He had to be cautious, and he knew that he would have felt ashamed to be around you after having just killed someone, so he went swimming somewhere else.

Nevertheless, most of the time nothing happened, and you probably thought that he was just a young man from around here who liked the sea and this particular lagoon, and who always seemed to be in a combination of a loose (sometimes low-cut) shirt and loose pants. Truthfully, he couldn’t be bothered to dress in a different way even if his clothes were untouched when in the water. At least it was an advantage of being a siren.

Most of the time nothing happened, and you two could just be there, laughing about stories you told or talking about something deep as you particularly liked pondering about existential questions, and you weren’t afraid to speak your mind either.

“You know, it does feel a little bit like a home now,” you admitted once, and Taeyang did feel a sense of pride swell in his chest. A princess who didn’t feel herself at home anywhere started feeling like at home around his home?

“Oh, really?” He quirked an eyebrow, a smile playing along the curves of his lips. He leaned forward as if teasing, as if testing if you were honest or just joking, but you didn’t take it lightly. You kept looking at him, looking into his deep, dark eyes, and Taeyang felt something in him twist as you gazed at him. He was convinced that he could only feel the urge for two things: to be near the sea and to let his voice out to sing, to kill people because he recharged his energy for his siren self from these activities.

On the other hand, now, looking at your wet hair sticking to your skin, your dress tight on your body because you had just come out of the water, your eyes shining like a child’s when watching something marvellous, Taeyang had the urge to do something else, something more humane.

“Really.” You bobbed your head, your smile still not fading. He couldn’t tell whether you didn’t feel the same way or you didn’t mind the close proximity, but Taeyang assumed that you were unbothered unlike him. At least, until you didn’t lean closer as well. “But it’s because you’re here. It feels like home because you’re here.”

It only took a few seconds before the fire was ignited in his heart, and he leaned forward to close the distance between you just when you did so, thus you met in the middle. The kiss tasted of salty seawater, words that died on the tip of his tongue, burning touches of each other’s tongue, and vulnerable, momentary sparkles of hope. Ever since becoming a siren, this was the moment he felt the most humane, and the desire he felt then couldn’t be compared to the desire to sing or to swim. It was something more, it was something completely different.

And it was over before he could realise, and you leaned back, biting on your lip like a nervous little girl having stolen something. Then, you looked up at him, and he looked back at you, and when you sat closer to snuggle up to his chest, it felt like the most natural thing to do. So he let you, and you kept talking until your mouth ran dry, and one thing really stuck with him.

“And you know, you’re pretty wise for your age,” you said jokingly, and even though Taeyang knew that it wasn’t completely true, he also knew that you made him think differently of his immortal life.

“Well, it does seem like in all this eternity of a life, you bring in something you. As if life slowed down a bit when you’re here,” he confessed truthfully, and when you looked up at him, he could see just how touched you were. You thanked him with a kiss instead of words, and Taeyang felt like he couldn’t get enough, enough of you.

He knew that he was playing a dangerous game - not just because of what he was, but because of who you were. You two were like the sun and the moon, you should have never overlapped each other’s territory, if you did, it should have been for the briefest of moments, but now, Taeyang didn’t know just when the fall would come. Despite how others described love, he didn’t feel like falling with you, he felt like flying with you - weightless, hovering somewhere in between reality and dreams and looking at the world around you from afar. As if you two were just two birds crossing the sky, and all the problems of the big bad world around you were minuscule.

Since he felt like this, he had a feeling that a fall would come - not even a fall, a crash. Falls were inevitable due to strong winds and external factors, but a crash was what was most painful and unexpected. You were a princess after all and he was a siren, you were mortal and he was immortal, you should have probably married someone of your rank and he should have never fallen in love with a human, but still… It felt so right being with you, it felt so humane, and no matter how much he would like to deny it, he missed this humane side of his. The heart palpitations whenever you were too close to him to let the opportunity go, the burning sensation that you left on his skin whenever you let go of him after holding his hand for sometime, the thrilled shivers going down his spine whenever he caught sight of you walking towards the lagoon, and that deep, deep feeling in his heart that you were there, with him, for him, and you cared.

And Taeyang, oh how much he thought that he was being careful, but maybe he was blinded by all those sun-tainted kisses, all the salty water flavours of you, all the shades your eyes took on whenever you were swimming in the sea under the midnight moonlight, all the layers you could show him affection and all the colours you brought into his life. And he be damned for not telling you about what he was sooner…

Because when you were sitting on the rocks together, your head resting in the crook of his neck, fingers intertwined in his lap, watched by the eerie moonlight, Taeyang could feel his siren self reaching into him, and slowly - like a tremor - spreading through his body. He wanted to quiet it down, he wanted to numb it, but it just kept coming on stronger and stronger, the waves pulling him under. It always started slow, but would come on soon, and he knew he needed to act fast.

“I… I have to go…” He said hastily, letting go of your hand, trying to push himself off the ground when you reached after his arm, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. His heart broke at the sight, but he had to go against what his heart wished for, what your heart wished for.

“Where are you going? What’s wrong?”

“You don’t understand. I can’t be around you. You should go,” he insisted, and damn you, why did you have such a strong grip? Why couldn’t you let him go?

“Then make me understand, Taeyang. You can’t just leave like…” You left the sentence hanging in the air as the boy yanked your hand away. He knew that the sea wasn’t far away, but his siren self was resurfacing soon, and he didn’t know if he had enough time, especially with you still in his footsteps.

“Run, please, go… I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded as he gave you one last glance before jumping from the rock to another, feet moving as fast as he could. He didn’t even look where he was going or if you were still there, he just concentrated on getting to the edge of the cliff, so he could jump from it. With him in the water, you wouldn’t hear him sing, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

But he faltered and fell, his feet slipping between two rocks, and he yelped - what exactly he shouldn’t have because you turned back hearing his cry and asked if he was okay. You shouldn’t have… you should have gone further, and he should have already been in the water, but there he was, face bruised from falling onto the uneven rocks, ankle hurting where it came in contact with the cold hard surface, and he felt it coming, he felt it nearing… It was too late, he was too late…

He gathered all the strength he had left though, and pushed himself off the ground, but his siren self was stronger, and with you getting closer to him again, he couldn’t keep it in. He opened his mouth and started singing. Afterwards, it was like a battle between his human and siren selves, the song a plea, a cry, a warning, but all he could see was wonder in your eyes - the same kind of wonder he had seen in his parents’ eyes before he had killed them.

He just kept on going, but his human self was strong and wanted to leave, wanted to escape, his feet moving on their own, but you were already under his spell, and soon enough, your eyes widened, awe replaced by terror, and soon, your body bent like a flower in the wind, and you feel to the rocks. His human side knew he couldn’t do anything more for you, but he still jumped towards you to be able to catch you in time.

When he did so, he laid you in his lap, and despite the previous times he held you like this, he felt no warmth, no thrill now. Your body was fragile, it seemed weightless - given up on fighting the power his voice held. His voice that called your name sweetly, teasingly, lovingly so many times… now it was turning you sick, turning you…

When the song came to an end, your lips curled upwards for the briefest moment as you whispered:

“I knew it. You have the most beautiful voice, my siren,” you half-said, half-coughed through your last breaths, and Taeyang held you tighter as if it could avoid or prolong the moment he had to let go of your body that had started to go cold. Why did he have to have such a special ability if he couldn’t save anyone, let alone the one who saved him? Why did he have to bear the weight of his loved ones falling to their death because of him? Was it really his sin to carry?

“I’m sorry…” He cried out, his voice raspy and pleading and bleeding. Nothing like the beautiful singer, he felt like his voice was the ugliest now, the rawest, the most sorrowful as the words rolled off his tongue. “I love you,” he confessed through tears, and your eyelashes flattered as if you had heard him, but then, you closed your eyes for one last time.

All the colours of his surroundings, all the light from the moonlight, all the beckoning whispers from the sea seemed to fade away, seemed to numb into darkness. There was nothing else, just the last image of your loving eyes burned into his brain, the last warmth coming from your body as you still held onto him despite the song of death reaching your ears, and despite the fact that he had all the time in the world, an eternity left of his damn immortal life, it felt like nothing, it felt useless without you in it.

The world seemed soundless for the first time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading the fic despite its tragic ending! I can't say that I didn't feel bad for killing off a character, but I feel like such an AU called for such an ending (but I know I've also written a siren AU before where they lived happily ever after...).

Anyways, the Harmony: All In concept photos definitely did inspire me to write a siren!Theo fic (hence the header), though I have to admit this was supposed to be a Golcha Y fic at first. Nevertheless, I think the whole plot fits Theo more, so I hope you don't mind that I've changed it from a Golcha fic to a P1Harmony one.

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[taichoushadow]

Walk me through your garden - a Yoo Taeyang imagine

A/N : happy 4th anniversary @yootaesowl 🤎 let's double it and then double it again.

Word count: will be added later.

Warnings: fluff, a bit suggestive so 18 + it is.

Summary: you and Taeyang just relax after a long day, enjoying the golden hour.

With your hand clasped in his, Taeyang leads you through the garden that you and him worked on for years to get to it where it's now.

You spot the bench under the oak tree and smile when Taeyang wipes the seat before he guides you to sit down, him quickly following and he grabs your legs to pull over his. "The cushions you bought feel like clouds under my butt." Taeyang says as he fully settles comfortable onto the bench.

At this spot - Taeyang surprised you with a couple of months ago - you can clearly see the garden in its full bloom. The pink peonies sway in the later summer wind, the petals glowing with the last drops of rain that look like little diamonds as the evening sun peaks before it fully sets for the day.

The peonies were the first flowers you and Taeyang planted. Taeyang at first said that it might be better to create a plan of what to plant and where to plant. Normally, you would have agreed - being someone that likes to plan ahead, this time you declined, shaking your head while telling him you knew where you wanted to plant your favourite flowers and then to go from there. It was fair to say that your boyfriend was surprised, he tilted his head to the side in confusion and knocked with his knuckle on the side of your head. "is it really you?"

You rolled your eyes at that and laughed, swatting his hand away, playfully so. "Yes, you should know that I know what I am doing." You told him, reaching for the package that had been standing on the table. Removing the tape, you showed him the seeds you bought online and he went through the packages like it were pages of a book he was reading. With a chuckle, he handed the seeds back to you and threw his arms around your waist, you automatically took a step forward. "I didn't say anything." He said with a grin, tugging you just a little closer to have that perfect distance to place a kiss right between your eyes. "as expected of my girl."

After that, project garden had started, most of the time you had been planting, digging your hands into the earth while Taeyang was away for any group activities and whenever he finished most of the time it was already past midnight. Going to work was most often than not before 7 a.m. too so in the end it was mostly you who worked on the garden. It's not that you minded, you loved working with plants and flowers, searching for any bird baths to place among the flora.

And now you're here, sitting on the bench Taeyang surprised you with after he finally got a break, together with him, enjoying the last couple of hours of the setting sun, waiting until the cool late summer breeze brings some relief.

Taeyang's hand sweeps up and down your leg, you watch how his eyes take in the sight, lingering on the bumblebees that enjoy their desert at the lavender café and you giggle. "Do you think it's a 3 star one?" you ask him, switching your leg with the other and that catches his attention when he feels his hand slip from your skin.

"Huh?" he sounds confused, his gaze now focused on you and his fingers find the rythym back you dared to disturb is what he silently tells you with the way he squeezes the flesh of your thigh.

You however, ask him again. "the meal they have." You motion with your head to the bumblebees that don't seem to care what's happening around them as they just buzz around their meal.

"The meal?" Taeyang repeats confused, turning his attention to where you're nodding to and it's then that it clicks and he sighs, pressing his lips together as not to smile, knowing you've caught him dreaming away.

"So? What ya think?"

He hums at that, gripping the skin right beneath your thigh before he hoists you up against him with his arm behind your back, and you scoff in amusement at the obvious display of strength he loves to show you.

With your chest pressed against his ribs, your eyes find the delicious sight of his bicep. One that he loves to flex, knowing that you sometimes (well, let's be honest here.. all the time when it's freshly on display for you) lose any train of thoughts and just kiss him until you both run out of breath to only lose yourselves in eachother right after.

"I think my meal is better than all those worthless Michelin stars restaurants get." Taeyang's voice sounds lower than before and you feel his hand traveling down and you sigh out when his fingers lightly dig into flesh of your ass.

With a fake gasp, you put your hand on his chest in shock, putting distance - as much as that's possible with his arm wrapped around you - between you as if the statement he just made was outrageous to say. "better than any Michelin star restaurant? How dare you?! Apologize to my lavender right now."

Taeyang throws his head back in laughter at your response and pulls you back to him with his hand on your shoulder to pat your cheek lovingly with a chuckle. "You'd hate that your lavender would be associated with any Michelin star." He reminds you, aware that you were joking around.

"Atleast you leave me fully satisfied, you know. Something a restaurant like that can't do."

You gasp his name and squeal when his hand glides past the pipe of your shorts and pokes your covered with underwear lips. "This right here is better than any restaurant in the world. It's like walking through this garden."

Taeyang sighs in satisfaction at the thought of his favourite meal and dips his head down to leave light kisses across your neck. It truly is like walking through this garden.

When you started to work in the yard, Taeyang felt guilty he wasn't there much to help with all his schedules his company dropped on him. Every day that he came home late at night, he purposely walked through it to see it coming to live more and more.

It really felt like walking through your soul, every plant, every flower was a puzzle piece that came together bit by bit, everyday. And now that the puzzle was done, all he could see was you.

"Hmm. Taeyang." You hummed, your hands running through his hair as you delighted yourself in his touch and looked up at him the moment he pulled back and cupped your face into his hands.

"You know I love you, right?"

You hummed again, tracing the outline of his nose before you told him you loved him too. "something I don't hesitate about."

Taeyang's smile is gentle, his face glowing in the last minutes of the setting sun. "I love you." You tell him again, pulling him down a little to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"This right here-" Taeyang waves his hand around, indicating the whole garden and the house at the back "-would be nothing without you. All of this is beautiful only because you're the one that touched it, only because you're here with me."

Left speechless, all you can do is wrap your arms around him and rest your head ontop of his chest. He too, wraps his arms around you and you both enjoy the picture it paints.

He knows you were never one to really pay attention to paintings but he also knows that if you'd receive this feeling painted in exactly the view he has now, it would proudly be displayed on the desk in the hallway.

Yeah, he undoubtedly wants to walk through this garden with you forever, his hand clasped in yours.

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh

not proofread

breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.

which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.

the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”

“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.

you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.

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walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.

the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.

after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.

he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.

you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.

all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.

"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.

you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.

his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.

without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.

he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.

“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”

you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”

you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.

he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.

you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.

“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.

“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.

“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.

he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.

[yyawnjun]

hello! hehe can i req how piwon would act with s/o who have lower body temperature on average? like wydm you're shivering... it's autumn. tqvm babe!!!! 😆

PIWON with a s/o who has lower body temperature on average

AYY!! first piwon ask, it felt so special, tysm for requesting it. I hope I get it right, like his s/o is actually" feel the cold"(tell me if I didn't get it, I will change and rewrite). I hope you will like it <3 ; I also wrote hcs for the first timee, how are we feeling !!

fluff ; @sobun1est MY FAAAVVV PROOFREADER even during my phone cb </3 ; 1.7k wc ; @kflixnet

YOON KEEHO

☆ i feel he'd be confused at first, like wdym you mentioned that you needed to take your jacket when your going out during a SUMMER night for your date.

☆ if there would have been a little breeze, it should not have been THAT cold. anyway he remembered what you said, and when you were about to leave your place to go out for dinner he noticed that you didn't take your jacket.

☆ he was about to remind you, but he saw first HIS jacket lying on the sofa. so he opted to bring it…so you'd be forced to wear his

☆ even though you had warned him that you were more sensitive to the cold than the others bc of your low body temperature, he was still shocked when he noticed that you were starting to feel cold while you were walking near the sea.

☆ he was holding your hand and he noticed it getting colder, and you were shivering while looking for your coat.

☆ “were you looking for this” he'd say in the most cheesy tone ever while handing you his jacket

☆ you'd be confused at first bc you were searching YOURS.

☆ but then you'd accept it after realizing the sweet gesture, and he just laughs a bit, trying to be cool but internally feeling so proud while seeing you with his jacket!!!!

☆ I feel this would happen so many times that you'd just start always using his jackets instead of yours. they still smelled like him and reminded you of him, plus his style is fire; a total win for you (and for him)

☆ I also think that you'd have to remind him a few times about your low body temperature, and even so, he'd have trouble remembering, but it would become like a tradition for him to ALWAYS bring an extra jacket to give you 😭😭.

CHOI TAEYANG

☆ here me out. third date with theo, and you're sitting on a bench in a park. It's like late evening on an autumn day, so it was a bit colder than usual and a light wind was moving the leaves.

☆ while he was talking, you'd start shaking a bit, trying to keep it cool for as much as you can while doing your best to not look too mesmerized by the big jacket he was wearing.

☆ he had immediately noticed that your outfit was too light for the evening (but in your defense, it was too cute to be covered up!) but he hadn't said anything (except how pretty you looked)

☆ he would notice how cold you were, but he would also be quite cold because of the weather.... so in the first few minutes, he would be torn between offering you his jacket or not (you did not dare to ask him for it…)

☆ BUT IN THE END OFC HE GAVE IT TO YOU, without saying anything…just in time for you to not catch a cold.

☆(he would then feel guilty for doing it so late when you explained to him that bc of your lower temperature, you felt much more the cold,,)

☆ he would scold you a little because you were dressed too lightly!!!. and you needed to take care of yourself (otherwise, how could you have gone out on dates again!).

☆ but I promise he'd BLUSH so hard after hearing that you cared so much about your outfit for him that you choose it over your own good😭😭

☆ in the end, I also feel that it would be you two sharing his jacket on the bench (on one hand bc he wanted to be closer to you, on the other bc you needed more warmth!)

☆ and he was getting cold too, but he'd never admit it </3.

☆ it would be just the two of you, sharing the same jacket as a comforting warmth spread.

HWANG INTAK

☆ I feel intak would be the exact opposite of you

☆ he'd be like a warm heater all of the time. I think that just being around him would warm you up.

☆ and oh boy, how much he'd use this excuse to stay closer to you.

☆ “we need to sit next to each other! bc what if you start getting colder and we are far away” - cit intak after moving his chair next to yours in a romantic restaurant just bc he wanted to eat next to you.

☆ he'd be your personal giant hotpack 24/7, and when he isn't w you, he'd give you some of his hot packs/hoodies to use in case you needed

☆ how much he'd brag about your different "perception” of temperature. he would use this excuse to grab your hand ALWAYS, no matter if you were actually shivering or not

☆ like imagine you're mad at him, and hes just like a super sweet golden retriever that came closer to you and take your hand

☆ “otherwise you would be cold” he whispers while not looking at you.

☆ and HOW can you stay mad at him, while his hand is warming up yours and you two are walking together..and your gazes keep meeting..

☆ or imagine sharing a blanket with him during a cold winter; while watching TV you'd have not only the warmth from the cozy blanket but also from the heat of your boy!!

☆ (And I picture him wearing only a light shirt and short pants while being a heater for you without even noticing but LOVING the closeness to you).

CHOI JIUNG

☆ I feel he'd be the most WORRIED and so the most caring between all of them <3

☆ not only hotpack, but also scarfs, jackets, hats, etc. his backpack would always be so full of things to keep you warm anytime😭

☆ I can see him even find out about the “causes” and what he could do to help you in all situations; esp at first he'd keep asking how you wereand if you needed something

☆ imagine being at a party with jiung, maybe you were there with your friends now sitting somewhere while laughing and drinking

☆ and you suddenly feel something or someone putting his arms around your shoulders and his head on yours.

☆ “your face is cold” he said after kissing your cheeks. “wanna go home?” he'd ask you. and after you asked for five more minutes he'd RUN to bring you his jacket <3

☆ and the way he'd giggle and smile when he sees how helpful he is everytime.

☆ this boy would ended up forgetting to bring his own things to always have yours, and you'd force him to wear your sweaters

☆ and now you'd be the one giggling and smiling for his new style. <3

HAKU SHOTA

☆ silently helping you ALWAYS. I imagine it while you were waiting for the bus to come and you'd start shaking a little, maybe complaining out loud how cold the weather was getting

☆ the boy wouldn't wait a sec before taking you by the hand and bringing you to the nearest coffee shop. hot chocolate? hot tea? yes. you'd have that in front of you before you could even REALIZE where you were.

☆ “put some sugar, it will help to your temperature to come back to normal”

☆ I feel that in some magic way he'd already known that you were getting too cold outside. and no matter how important it was to take that bus, your health was more important anyway.

☆ and i feel he would start memorizing some coffee places to bring you in case you were out and you were feeling cold all of sudden.

☆ i am so sure he'd always have hot packs with the funniest decorations for you

☆ and he'd always remind you to bring your coats, you two would even have like one specific emoji and you'd just remember to bring it

☆ “we should hold hands, so mines can warm yours” he'd say naturally while taking your hand (and blushing a lot but w/o adding anything or looking at you)

☆ so you two would just start walking hand in hand, saying that it was for your own good!(And you and you have never denied this…)

KIM JONGSEOB

☆ I feel he'd find it funny how you were always cold while it was so hot outside. he’d tease you at first, "c’mon it's autumn and you are already so cold..this winter might be the end of you"

☆ but as soon as you'd take five minutes to explain him how the affects you the fact that have lower body temperature on average he'd feel bad for joking about it and he'd start taking you more seriously 😭

☆ still, it would take him a while to get used to it. and there would have been times when you two would be forced to run a bit bc you were starting to be really cold. and he had no other options other than “run a little to warm up”

☆ i can't stop picturing seob and his s/o while walking together during an early morning(maybe going to school together!!) and by chance seeing a cat on the street.

☆ you would immediately get closer to the cat and seob would follow. you two would slowly try to get closer to pet the cat and you'd magically succeed!! you two would start petting the cat and he would feel how cold your hands were.

☆ “yn are you cold?” he says while gently stocking your hands.

☆ and one slight nod was enough for him to take your hands and try to use his to warm you up. he would take your hands and caress them, while bringing them closer to his face to give you hot air and warm them up.

☆ and if this isn't enough he'd have the perfect idea after remembering how cats were able to warm themselves thanks to their fur.

☆ and now there is two options for how it goes

☆ OPTION ONE: he manages to take the cat and gently put it on your legs. so now you just sit with him next to you, while the warm of the cat would warm u up too <3

☆ OPTION TWO: you two would ended up running after that poor cat, and you would inevitability warm up bc of the run (run method never fails)😭

[maskedcrawford]

You Took Her From Me

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: A lawyer and a divorce. Can things be set right after losing your only daughter?

Warnings: Some angst, grief, fluff

A/N: I hadn't planned on a part two to this story but so many people requested it so here ya go. I hope you guys enjoy!

Requests are OPEN

Part 1

Pt2- Don't Do This To Us

The room is dead silent. He lets you walk away, giving you space for a moment before his own anger gets the better of him. You lay in bed, tears silently streaming down your face when you hear the door fly open.

“You think I don’t blame myself?” he shouts and you jump from the sudden volume change.

“Do you think you’re the only one who lost a child? Who lost one of the most precious things in their life? News flash, y/n, she was my daughter too!” he walks to the other side of the bed to face you and you just look through him.

“There’s absolutely nothing you could say to me that I haven’t said to myself!” you glance up at his eyes, the pain and anger somehow both evident at once.

“I said what I said,” you croak and he sighs.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” his voice is deflated and defeated.

“If you really want the divorce I’ll call a lawyer tomorrow.” He mumbles, he waits for a moment for a response and you stay quiet. He walks out of the room and a new river of tears flows from your eyes. How had life gotten this complicated? How had it come to this, your family was once so happy and complete. You, Jiyong, and his mini me. She was like him in many ways. Curious about the world, loved clothes, and would try to help him with his music. She was kind and compassionate, as much as a 3-year-old could be, she had a wanderlust in her eyes and a beautiful life ahead of her.

-

A few months later you’re in the lawyer’s office. Neither of you can look at one another, the tension suffocating from the last real conversation you had, which was the argument where you said you wanted this. Jiyong had been staying with a friend, letting you stay in the penthouse. He loved you with all his heart, so much that he was willing to grant you this divorce if you really wanted it.

“So in 3 days you’ll stand before a judge and, in the most basic of terms, he’ll officiate the divorce." The room is still filled with a thick silence.

“I have to say, you two are probably the easiest and quickest couple I’ve ever had,” the man tries to joke but neither of you laugh. Jiyong was willing to give you everything. The car, penthouse, even pay the bills if you wanted it. He’s still willing to take care of you, because he still loves you. He still wanted to be your husband.

“Ms. Kwon we need your signature here, and we’ll give this to the judge this afternoon.” You stare at the paper and steal a glance at your soon to be ex-husband. He’s biting his thumb nail, something you recall he had a bad habit of doing. You hesitantly pick up the pen and sign your name. The pen drops on the table with a little thud.

“You’re all set, feel free to take your time if you need it,” he gives you both a sad pursed lip smile. You both sit at the large table for a minute, not saying a word. You slowly gather yourself, picking up your bag.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles as you get up. You look at him. Frustration beginning to bubble.

“You’ll get used to it,” you say quietly through gritted teeth. You want to remain as civil as possible.

“Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do anything.” He stands up and walks over in front of you, blocking your way to the door.

“What I want is for you to get your stuff out of the penthouse,” you breathe out trying not to look into his eyes. You know that if you do, you’ll see the heartbreak in his and it’ll draw you back in. It’ll keep you from moving on, something you feel you need to do.

He sighs, tears in his eyes that he tries to blink back.

“I’ll come over tomorrow,” he mumbles before making a b line for the door. You allow yourself a moment to breakdown before taking a breath and walking out after him.

-

That afternoon, you’re on the couch cuddled up with a pillow and blanket bingeing your favorite show, trying to momentarily get out of your head. You hear the door to your pent house open and shut. You freeze.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jiyong announces in a fake domesticated type of voice. You furrow your brows and throw the blanket off.

“What are you,” he walks in the living room with a suitcase and an empty box.

“I’m getting my stuff.” His answer is casual and simple. Like this was the plan the whole time.

“You said you were coming tomorrow.”

“You said till death do us part. Apparently, words mean nothing in this relationship.” He shrugs you off and walks into the bedroom collecting his clothes. You sigh. You missed having him home, missed greeting him, even when you two fought and had your issues after your little Ms. had passed, you still had his presence. Part of you, regardless of how irritating he could be, wanted to cling to the familiarity.

You walk after him into your bedroom and he’s silently picking his clothes out. You watch him for a moment.

“If you have something to say, say it.” He says without looking back at you, instead looking over a suit jacket. You stay silent, watching him go to pack it away. You notice something drop to the floor and you both look at it. He drops down to his knees and picks up the small bracelet. It fell out of the pocket. He smiles at the little token from your baby girl with a hard sigh. Tears brim his eyes for the first time since her death. He clutches it in his hands and you stare at him, waiting and watching. The room goes so silent you could hear a pen drop.

“Yah!” he lets out a blood curdling scream and the rest of his body slumps, his forehead is placed on the floor. You jump from the unexpected sound. He continues to yell into the carpet of the small walk-in closet. His eyes are shut as tight as they can go.

Jiyong’s body shakes from the violent emotions; one’s he wouldn’t let himself feel until now. He feels your arms slowly come around him for the first time in months and he leans into your touch. His screams continue and his face begins to turn red.

“Come here,” you mumble in his ear after letting him have a bit. You both slowly stand up and you embrace him fully. He continues to shake like a leaf, his emotions taking over.

“God, I miss her so much,” he sobs into your shoulder.

“I know, me too.” You let a few tears flow freely.

“Y/n,” he whimpers, “I can’t, I can’t do this.” You rub circles on his back trying to soothe him. You stand there for a few minutes allowing him to feel it, the anger, the grief, the disappointment, and self-loathing. It could have just as easily of been you who didn’t check her seat belt that day.

Truth be told, this is what you had been waiting on. It pissed you off how you never seen him grieve and you knew Jiyong well enough to know that he wasn’t doing it in secret. He never cried, he never got angry, he never expressed any emotion, and it made you slightly doubt if it was you who was stuck in grief or if it was him who wouldn’t do it at all. You feel a weight lift off you, almost like the wedge between the two of you was being removed.

“Oppa,” you whisper in his ear, he freezes for a brief moment. You hadn’t called him that in months. Always his name since the day you lost her. He pulls back from you slightly and you look up at him, smoothing some of his hair out of his face, noting the little red lines from busted capillaries under his eyes. You cup his cheek and he leans his face into your hand.

“Jagi,” his voice is barely audible. You give him a gentle smile at the nickname.

“Thank you,” you say with a slight crack in your voice.

“Thank you for grieving,” you hug him again and his grip is strong as he begins to let more tears flow. He grips on to you as if you’re the anchor in the sea of pain he’s losing himself in.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he sobs again and you shush him. The clothes he was packing are now forgotten, the day you two have had has been long.

“Why don’t you stay tonight,” you hesitantly offer, “You shouldn’t deal with this alone,” you try to reason with yourself more than with him. He pulls back and searches your eyes. He nods.

You get dinner delivered that night, both of you being exhausted. You open the take-out containers in silence.

“Do you remember when she got so excited the first time she walked, she tried to run and she wasn’t moving, just staying in place like,” he starts to imitate your daughter’s silly movements by swinging his arms with a determined look on his face. This elicits a quiet chuckle from you.

“Or when she threw,” his eyes are filling with the salty tears once again.

“She threw her plate across the room as a toddler because she wanted spaghetti,” he smiles as a tear drips from his cheek somberly.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile and for the first time you didn’t feel the overwhelming urge to cry. You could smile and remember her fondly. After you eat, you decide to watch a movie. You slowly make your way over to him on the couch, sitting in between his legs with a blanket. You lay your head on his chest and he stiffens beneath you before relaxing once he sees you’re settled there. You find his arms and put them around you. He looks down at you.

“What are you doing?” His voice is shocked, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.

“I’m cuddling with my husband,” you smile to yourself, “Is that ok?” you look up at him and he makes eye contact.

“More than ok.” He nods with his heart fluttering in his chest. A familiar closness and warmth spreads through him. It’s not long into the movie you begin to feel yourself get tired. You drift off to sleep, but your then awoken slightly by your body being lifted gently and carried. Jiyong places you in bed and covers you up.

“Wait,” you mumble grabbing onto his wrist.

“Stay,” you adjust your head on the pillow.

“I’ll be in the living room,” he motions and you whine.

“In here.” He looks beside you with another taken back expression. He gets comfortable and slides into the bed next to you anyway. You turn to face him and you both are inches from one another’s faces.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he takes in your features.

“I’ve missed you too,” you admit. His body floods with relief. He slowly snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“I don’t,” he begins and sighs. You know exactly what he doesn’t want.

“Me either,” you admit the quiet truth.

“I want you back home,” you say after a beat of silence. His smile cracks and he pulls you as close as he can and snuggles into your frame with a giant hug. He hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you.” You tell him. He pulls back and for the first time in months, you both share a sweet meaningful kiss.

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p1harmony (01s): when you flash them while they're working (18+)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. keeho / theo / jiung x f!reader

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 1.4k words, suggestive/smut mdni (warnings under the cut)

a/n: i saw a tiktok about this and it got the gears turning....so here we are...

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. warnings: flashing, lots of boob and being naked mentions, dom!keeho, pet names (for reader: pretty girl / sweetheart (keeho), baby (jiung) ; for the members: kee, baby (theo), ungie), switch!theo, shy jiung, blowjob and implied unprotected piv / riding (theo) and fingering (f. receiving / keeho)

°❀.ೃ࿔* keeho: 

Keeho sits at the desk, bobbing his head for a moment before his hands fire away at the keyboard. His jaw is set, the muscle twitching every now and then when he clenches his teeth at a particularly hard challenge. 

Of course, Keeho always looks stunning, sharp eyes that draw you in every time like the cool ocean on a hot day and pretty lips you love to kiss silly and love having all over you—the same pretty lips that his tongue is peeking out of as he tries to concentrate on typing out the concept of the next album. The moist muscle glides over his lower lip before it retreats back into Keeho’s mouth, leaving the pink skin glistening in the bright light of the computer. 

Oh curse him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s noticed your staring by now and is doing this on purpose. Making your face as casual as possible, you try to carefully shift in the chair and return your attention to the book in front of you.

“Keeho,” you call lightly.

Your boyfriend hums, eyes still glued to the computer. “Yeah?”

“Keeho,” you reiterate, tone turning serious and this time getting his attention.

He pulls the earbuds out of his ears just in time to catch your soft giggle as you slowly lift the hem of your top until he can see your chest. When you bring the fabric to your teeth, freeing your hands to tease your nipple, Keeho’s gaze hardens, tracing the movement of your fingers carefully.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he warns, hooded eyes seeing right through you as you lower the cloth, “you better behave yourself, hm? You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?”

With a shrug, you begin to turn away, keeping a careful eye on Keeho as you pretend to return to your book.

But your boyfriend knows better, knows you better, than that. He chuckles coolly and you can imagine the little eye roll and pull of his smirk lacing his face. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You’re in trouble.”

You put on a pretty smile, feigning ignorance as you turn the novel back down again and blink sweetly at him. “What do you mean, Kee? All I did was—”

The curl of your lips grows mischievous with the lift of the hem of your shirt once more, and with it, Keeho stands, stalking towards you. With long strides, he’s in front of you in a moment, already pushing your shoulders down to the couch cushions and slipping a hand in your shorts. “Looks like I have to remind you what happens when good girls misbehave.”

His fingers make quick work, already teasing, and you just know you’ll be in for a long night.

°❀.ೃ࿔* theo:  

Taeyang’s eyes are fixed on you, stern under the shadow of his lowered gaze, daring you to move. Suddenly in the spotlight, your hands are simply frozen, leaving your chest exposed to your boyfriend. After a moment of quiet passes, he chuckles quietly, setting the guitar that was once in his lap to the side and raising an eyebrow at you. 

Your lips part at the challenge, gears turning in your head. When yet another beat passes with you still stuck at the doorway, Taeyang begins to smile, a quick and low exhale from his nose the only movement between you. He reaches over for his guitar once more, his fingers wrapped around its neck.

“You know, if you were going to interrupt me, I figured you’d follow through a little more,” he taunts. 

Oh, that’s right. 

Your mind begins to reboot at Theo’s teasing, the comment sending your brain into overdrive and reminding you of why you’d wandered in here in the first place just a few minutes ago.  

If anything, your boyfriend was a tease, who loved to hold pleasure over your head and use just his voice to rile you up. In a feeble attempt to turn the tables, you’d wandered into your room where he was practicing guitar, coyly flashing him from the door. Yes, this time it’d be your turn.

Finding your bearings, you pull the hem of your top up, lifting it over your head and tossing it behind you as you make your way to Taeyang. Taking the instrument from his fingers, you set it aside and take its place in his lap, hands draped over your shoulders with a subtle smirk. His mouth parts into a small circle as he glances up to you from under his hooded gaze, no smart retort or witty quip in sight. Rather, he watches carefully while frozen in place, trying to anticipate your next move. 

With a satisfied smirk, you palm him, eliciting a small whine from his lips before you drag down the waistband of his sweats. And when you bring your mouth to his tip, Theo gasps, bucking into you. Hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue over his slit gives you one of his high moans, and now that you know he’s right where you want him, you pull off of him, a string of spit connecting your lips to his dick. 

“W-why—” His voice is whiny, his breaths falling quickly as he looks up at you with wide eyes like a lost puppy. 

“Patience, baby,” you coo. 

And with a quick kiss to his sensitive slit, you pick up your skirt, positioning yourself over his cock. Oh, you can definitely say Theo will be getting his payback tonight.

°❀.ೃ࿔* jiung:  

“I think it’d sound better if we add some drums in the background,” Jiung says, a few soft clicks of the mouse following his words. He leans forward, resting a hand on his elbow while, you guess, Keeho thinks over the suggestion. 

“Maybe a snare?” he continues. “I just feel like something’s missing but I can’t put my finger on it.”

His fingers make quick work at the computer, clacking noises filling the office. With each pop of the keyboard, his brows furrow just a little steeper, tension growing as Jiung’s frustration does too. 

Your heart always aches when he starts to beat himself up when he’s frustrated it isn’t working out right. If only he could see and hear it from your point of view. You love just about everything Jiung produces, and you know with how hard he works it’ll be perfect in the end. 

With a quiet sigh, your eyes wander to the clock. Well, he’s been here just about all day, hasn’t he? Deciding it’s time to get your boyfriend to take a break, you slowly approach his desk, waiting patiently for his attention. 

After a couple moments of clicking and typing, Jiung lifts his eyes from the screen to you, a soft smile lacing his lips. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs. “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” you hum. “I was just thinking…” 

He tilts his head, urging you to continue, and you bite your lip as you lift the hem of your t-shirt, watching Jiung’s face bloom shades of pink and red. You can practically see the  gears turning and stuttering in his mind, his gaze fixed on your boobs. 

When he starts sputtering and spins back to the computer, you can guess that Keeho had asked something about your presence and Jiung’s weird silence followed by incoherent noises, his hands flying across the desk and accidentally hanging up the call.

“I-I—baby,” he falters.

You put on a pretty smile as you slide into his lap, taking his large hand in yours and cupping it around your boob. “You work so hard, y’know, Ungie,” you coo softly, reaching for his headset and setting it down. “I thought you could use a break…”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, massaging smooth circles over your chest with his thumb. “Well…you’re right…maybe I was due to clear my head for a bit,” he murmurs. 

Now close and with Jiung’s headphones abandoned on the desk, the chimes of an incoming call echo in the room. Keeping his eye on you, Jiung reaches for the mouse, accepting it and letting Keeho’s voice ring out. “Jiung? What happened? I thought you said we should finish this part tonight.”

You blink innocently at your boyfriend, hands draped over his shoulders as you tilt your head, beckoning him to answer. 

He’s vaguely aware of the racing of his heart in his chest and gives a gentle squeeze, a mischievous grin lacing his lips when you begin to shudder. 

“N-nevermind,” he blurts out, hands scrambling to leave the call before they quickly find their place on your chest again. “I changed my mind.” 

a/n: i live. i have a few other things i wanna finish (mainly jiung fics 😭) but im getting ko-ed by uni a little bit rn so when ill actually finish them is tbd...i do have some ideas for possibly finishing this reaction for maknae line but i wanted to post smthn sooner since idk when ill finish anything anymore so we'll see...im a little tipsy as im writing this i think so i cant be held responsible for if this was terrible and a flop ‼️anyway hopefully i will have some jiung meal for this blog soon 😁🤞 but until then take care see you later!

[sweetmisery]

fighting with piwon | hyung line

pairing: theo | keeho | jiung x female!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: i looove writing ot6 scenarios and this time it‘s about having your first fight with them :( i hope you enjoy reading this, if you have any ideas for scenarios/reactions feel free to send me a request, i‘d be very happy to write about it ♡ maknae line will follow soon!

hyung line | maknae line

THEO

You let out an exhausted sigh as you stepped back, hands on your hips, surveying your work in the living room. You had spent the past hour rearranging the furniture, pushing the coffee table a little closer to the couch, angling the armchair just right. They were small changes, but they made the space feel fresh. You smiled, satisfied.

And then - thunk.

Your foot caught on something. A dull, hollow sound followed, and when you glanced down, your stomach dropped. Theo’s guitar lay face-down on the hardwood floor, the headstock at an odd, unnatural angle.

Panic set in instantly. You dropped to your knees, hands shaking as you reached for it. Turning it over, you saw the damage: the wood near the tuning pegs had splintered, a jagged crack running through it. This wasn’t just any guitar. This was Theo’s guitar. His favorite one. The one he played when he was stressed, when he was happy, when he was just messing around. The one he treasured.

Your throat tightened. No, no, no.

For a second, you considered calling him, confessing immediately, but fear won. Instead, you lifted the broken guitar carefully and slipped into the bedroom, tucking it out of sight. If he didn’t see it right away, maybe… maybe you would have time to figure out what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice.

The front door opened.

Your heart jumped. Footsteps followed, the sound of Theo kicking off his shoes, the rustling of his coat as he tossed it onto the hook. You forced yourself to breathe, smoothing down your shirt like that would somehow make everything feel normal.

“Hey,” he called from the hallway. “Where are you?”

You swallowed hard. “Living room.”

Theo appeared in the doorway, his dark hair slightly disheveled from work, his expression soft. He looked tired, but he gave you a small smile anyway. “Hey,” he said again, stepping forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “What have you been up to?”

You forced a casual shrug. “Just, uh, moving some things around.”

He nodded, then glanced around the room, his gaze landing exactly where the guitar should have been. His brows pulled together slightly. “Huh. Do you know where my guitar is? I’m sure I left it in the living room.”

Your pulse hammered.

You met his eyes, feigning confusion. “Hm?”

Theo tilted his head. “My guitar. The acoustic one.”

You felt the lie pressing against your lips, thick and sticky. “Oh, uh… I don’t know? Maybe you put it somewhere else?”

He frowned, glancing around again before heading toward the bedroom. Your stomach twisted into a tight knot as you watched him go, every step bringing him closer to the truth.

Then - his voice rang out, sharp and unmistakable.

“Y/N!”

Your heart stopped.

Theo stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his face twisted in anger, the broken guitar clutched in his hands. His knuckles were white as he held it up, the damage glaring under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

“What the hell did you do?!” His voice was sharp, accusing.

Your chest tightened. You opened your mouth, but no words came. Theo shook the guitar slightly, as if that would somehow force an answer out of you.

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t me.”

A bitter, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Oh, come on, stop lying!” His tone dripped with frustration. “You rearranged the living room, where I left my guitar yesterday, and suddenly it’s broken?! What, it just snapped on its own?”

You pressed your lips together, heart pounding. You had never seen him this angry before.

“And this is my favorite one!” Theo shouted, his voice echoing through the small bedroom. “Do you even know how expensive it’s going to be to get this repaired?!”

Your throat tightened as the weight of guilt crushed you. Your lips trembled, and you could feel the tears building, hot and stinging. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to break it.”

Theo scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not even the worst part,” he snapped. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with frustration. “The worst part is that you lied to my face. You didn’t even admit it.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, trying to find something to say, anything to fix this. “I-I’ll pay for the repair,” you offered weakly, your voice barely steady.

Theo let out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “That’s not the point!” he hissed. His hands gripped the broken guitar tightly for a moment before he exhaled and shook his head again, looking away. “Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, his voice lower now, rough with exhaustion.

Without another word, he turned and walked past you, making his way toward the living room.

You stood there, frozen, alone in the bedroom. The silence pressed in around you, thick and heavy. And then, finally, you let the tears fall.

——————

The bedroom felt quiet, apart from the soft sound of your sniffles as you sat curled up on the bed. You wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, but the tears kept coming, leaving streaks down your cheeks. Your chest still ached from the argument, from the way Theo had looked at you - frustrated, disappointed.

Then, you heard footsteps approaching.

Theo appeared in the doorway, no longer carrying the broken guitar. His expression was softer now, the anger from before fading into something calmer. You braced yourself, thinking he was still upset, but instead of speaking right away, he sat down beside you.

You kept your gaze on your lap, avoiding his eyes. The bed dipped slightly under his weight, and then, his hand landed gently on your thigh.

You blinked in surprise, hesitating before finally looking up at him. Your voice wavered through your tears as you mumbled, “I’m so sorry… for breaking your guitar… and for lying to you.”

Theo let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was mad,” he admitted, “but I didn’t mean to overreact and make you cry.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “I get why you were mad,” you murmured. “It’s your favorite guitar…”

His fingers squeezed your thigh gently, a silent reassurance. Then, to your surprise, he exhaled a small chuckle. “Honestly? I can just buy a new one.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “But… it was your favorite.”

Theo shrugged. “Yeah, but I was already thinking about getting a new one anyway. This one’s been old for a while.”

You hesitated. “I’ll pay for it,” you said quickly, feeling like you at least owed him that much.

Theo let out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t need to.”

His hand lifted to your face, his thumb gently wiping away a lingering tear from your cheek. His voice was softer now, filled with regret. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way,” he murmured. “Are we good?”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah.”

Theo’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good.” Then, his expression turned teasing as he added, “But from now on, you have to stay at least five feet away from my guitars.”

A watery giggle escaped your lips. “Deal.”

His hand slid up to cup the back of your head as he leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your forehead. And just like that, the tension melted away.

KEEHO

The apartment was quiet except for the sound of running water from the bathroom. Keeho was in the shower, leaving his phone unattended on the kitchen counter. You weren’t proud of the way your eyes kept flickering toward it, drawn by every little vibration that echoed in the stillness of the room.

You had no reason to doubt him, at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. He had always been kind, attentive, and loving. But lately, something had felt… off. You had noticed the way he smiled at his phone, his fingers flying over the screen with an eagerness that made your stomach twist. And when you had asked, he had simply said it was his family.

You had believed him. Or rather, you had tried to.

But then, the screen lit up again.

Buzz.

Your heart pounded.

Buzz.

You swallowed hard. The name on the screen sent a wave of unease through you.

You hesitated. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew that trust was the foundation of every strong relationship. But something deeper, something ugly and jealous, clawed at your insides. You weren’t normally like this. Keeho had never given you a real reason to doubt him before.

And yet, before you could stop yourself, your fingers were reaching out.

The screen unlocked with a simple swipe.

You shouldn’t have looked.

But you did.

And what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

?: i miss you :(

?: i can’t wait to meet you when I’m in Seoul

Your hands trembled. The words blurred for a moment as your mind scrambled to make sense of them. I miss you? Can’t wait to meet you?

Your stomach dropped.

Was Keeho… cheating?

No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

You wanted to think there was some kind of explanation, something innocent you weren’t seeing. But in that moment, all you could feel was a sinking, suffocating sense of betrayal. Your chest tightened as a storm of emotions swirled inside you - hurt, confusion, anger, fear.

And then, before you could even begin to process what to do next, a voice cut through the silence.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

Your body went rigid.

Slowly, you turned around, your hands still clutching the device as if caught red-handed.

Keeho stood in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto you, a flicker of something behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

The air between you grew heavy.

And just like that, the moment you had been dreading had arrived.

The fight was inevitable now.

The weight of Keeho’s gaze pinned you in place. His phone was still in your hands, the damning messages from the mysterious girl glowing on the screen. You could barely hold back the sting of tears as they welled up in your eyes.

Keeho’s brows furrowed as he took a step closer, water still dripping from his hair. His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief.

“Why the hell are you snooping through my phone?”

You flinched. You knew this was wrong, you knew you had crossed a line. But the pain in your chest was too strong to ignore. The betrayal, the doubt, the ache of wondering if everything you had with him was a lie - it was suffocating.

A shaky breath left your lips as you finally lifted your eyes to meet his. “How could you do this to me?”

Keeho’s expression shifted. The irritation in his eyes flickered into something softer, something more concerned. His voice lowered, confusion creeping into his tone.

“…do what?”

Your chest tightened. A part of you wanted to believe him, to believe that there was some kind of explanation. But your mind replayed the words on the screen: I miss you. I can’t wait to meet you.

“I already had this feeling for a long time,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “And now I know. You’re cheating on me.”

Silence.

Keeho blinked at you, completely stunned. Then his jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

“I saw the messages,” you shot back, your grip tightening around his phone.

Keeho let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his wet hair. “What messages?”

Your heart pounded as anger swelled inside you. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head. “Are you seriously still trying to deny it?”

Keeho exhaled deeply, his frustration now evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “Wait… so you seriously think that I’m cheating on you?”

“I know that you are!” you snapped.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, something in his face shifted. His frustration was still there, but now it was mixed with something else. Something more painful.

“Wow,” he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. He shook his head, looking at you like he didn’t recognize you anymore. “So that’s what you take me for? A cowardly cheater?”

You swallowed, your emotions a mess of anger and pain. “Then tell me…” Your voice wavered as you took a step closer, gripping the phone in your shaking hands. “Who the hell is Anna?”

The second the name left your lips, Keeho’s face twisted, not with guilt, but with sheer frustration.

“Seriously?!” He let out a bitter scoff, rubbing his temple as if he was trying to keep himself from yelling. “That’s my sister.”

Your breath caught. Your thoughts froze.

No. That couldn’t be.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. You had to be right. The messages were too suspicious. He was just trying to cover it up now. “Stop lying.”

Keeho’s expression darkened, his patience running thin. “I’m not lying,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why the hell would I lie about that?”

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

Keeho scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I thought I did.”

He snapped his phone from your hands and started scrolling through his photos. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for - an old picture of him and Anna, both of them grinning at the camera, looking unmistakably alike. He turned the phone toward you, his jaw tight.

“There,” he said, his voice cold. “That’s Anna. My sister.”

You stared at the picture, your mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable. The way she smiled, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. It was Keeho’s face in a female version.

Your stomach twisted.

“My family is coming to visit soon,” Keeho continued, his voice still sharp. “I was actually planning to surprise you with it. I wanted you to finally meet them.” His lips curled into a bitter smile. “But you just had to go and ruin the surprise, huh?”

Guilt crept up your spine, but you were still too stunned to speak.

Keeho scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered. His voice was low, almost to himself. “I can’t believe you would actually think that I’d cheat on you.”

Before you could say anything, before you could even think of how to respond, Keeho turned on his heel and stormed off.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

And just like that, you were left standing alone in the kitchen, heart pounding, mind racing, and regret already sinking in.

——————

Your hand rested on the bedroom doorknob for far too long.

The weight of what had just happened sat heavy in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You had accused Keeho of something terrible, something he didn’t deserve. And now, on the other side of this door, he was hurt because of you.

Your fingers tightened around the handle. You were scared to face him, scared of the disappointment in his eyes. But you knew that you had to.

With a deep breath, you slowly turned the knob and stepped inside.

Keeho sat on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was slightly bowed, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the room. He didn’t look up when you entered.

Carefully, you approached, your steps hesitant.

“Keeho…” Your voice was soft, almost unsure.

He scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were sharp, but there was something else beneath the frustration - something tired, something hurt.

“What do you want?” His voice was flat, emotionless.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t back down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I made a mistake.”

Keeho didn’t reply. His silence felt heavier than if he had just yelled at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued. “I didn’t even know you had a sis-”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to look through my phone.”

The words hit you like a slap. You knew he was right. No matter how much your emotions had clouded your judgment, no matter how suspicious things had seemed, it still wasn’t okay.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but you refused to let them fall. “I know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I broke your trust, and I understand if… if you want to break up now.”

Keeho’s head snapped up.

His entire posture changed as he quickly stood, closing the distance between you. His brows were furrowed, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said.

“Break up?” His voice was filled with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

You lowered your gaze, unable to look at him. “I messed up, Keeho. I accused you of something awful. I don’t deserve-”

“I would never want to break up with you,” he interrupted firmly. His expression softened, but there was still something heavy in his gaze. “But…” He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “I won’t lie. It hurts that you don’t trust me.”

Your heart clenched.

“I do trust you,” you insisted, desperation creeping into your tone. “I should have just asked you instead of… instead of going through your phone.” Your voice broke as you continued, “I swear, I would never do this again. Please… please believe me.”

For a moment, Keeho just stared at you.

Then, without warning, he reached forward and pulled you into his arms.

You melted against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his warmth seeping into your skin. He didn’t say anything right away, just held you there, as if trying to calm the storm of emotions between you both.

Finally, Keeho leaned back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you. His expression had softened.

“I get it,” he murmured. “You didn’t know about my sister. And… maybe I have been acting a little suspicious lately.” His lips curled into a small, tired smile. “I guess I can understand why you got the wrong idea.”

Your throat tightened with guilt. “I’m still so sorry,” you whispered. “Especially for ruining the surprise with your family.”

Keeho let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “Honestly, I should’ve just been upfront with you from the start.”

He paused for a moment, then met your gaze with a serious expression. “But promise me something, okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Anything.”

“From now on, if you ever have doubts about anything, talk to me.” His voice was gentle but firm. “No more assumptions. No more snooping. Just be honest with me.”

You swallowed hard, nodding again. “I promise.”

Keeho studied you for a second longer before a small smile finally broke through his stern expression. He pulled you in for another hug, holding you close as he murmured, “I’m sorry too… for making you feel like you had a reason to doubt me.”

A shaky breath of relief left your lips as you hugged him back.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a hesitant smile. “No more surprises, okay?”

Keeho chuckled, his usual warmth returning to his eyes. “No more surprises,” he promised, pulling you back in a tight hug.

JIUNG

The weekend had finally arrived. After weeks of Jiung being swamped with work, you were both looking forward to spending time together. You had planned everything down to the last detail - a cozy day in the kitchen, cooking his favorite Korean dishes together. It felt like the perfect way to reconnect.

At first, everything was perfect. The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of garlic and sesame oil, the sound of vegetables sizzling in the pan. Standing at the counter, you were slicing carrots into thin strips. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you were doing your best.

Beside you, Jiung was focused on chopping onions with precise, practiced movements. Every now and then, he glanced over at your cutting board.

“You’re cutting them wrong,” he pointed out, leaning over your shoulder.

You giggled, not taking it seriously. “Oh no, the perfectionist chef has arrived,” you teased.

Jiung rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. “You should cut them like this,” he said, demonstrating with his own knife. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in it.

You looked at your uneven slices and then back at him, smiling playfully. “It’s fine, Jiung. They’re just carrots.”

He sighed softly, setting down his knife. “But they won’t cook evenly if they’re all different sizes.”

You giggled, finding it cute how much he cared about something so small. “Okay, Chef Jiung, whatever you say.”

But he didn‘t laughed. Instead, he picked up one of your carrot slices and examined it like a food critic. “You’re holding the knife wrong too. Here, let me show you.”

Before you could react, he stepped behind you, gently guiding your hands. His fingers curled around yours, adjusting your grip on the knife. His touch had been warm, and for a second, your heart had skipped. But then he took your wrist and moved it in a controlled motion, like you were a student in a cooking class.

“See? If you do it like this, it’s much easier,” he said.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Jiung, it’s just vegetables. We’re not on a cooking show.”

He didn‘t let go. “I know, but if we’re going to do it, we should do it right.”

That was when you started feeling a little annoyed. This was supposed to be fun, but he had been taking it so seriously, almost like he was critiquing you instead of cooking with you. You pulled your hands away and continued cutting the way you wanted.

“Okay, okay, I got it,” you said lightly.

You shrugged and kept chopping, but soon, he started correcting you again. First, it was the size of the carrots. Then, the way you were stirring the sauce.

“That’s not how you do it,” Jiung sighed, stepping in to take the spoon from your hand.

You frowned and turned to face him. “Jiung, are you serious right now? It’s just dinner. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Jiung let out a frustrated breath, shaking his head. “This is my favorite food, okay? We can’t mess it up.”

You felt your chest tighten. “So now I’m messing it up?” you said, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

He frowned slightly. “I'm just saying that it should be done properly. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

Something in his tone made your frustration flare. “The point is to have fun. Not to make some five-star gourmet meal. You’re acting like I’m ruining everything.”

Jiung let out a breath, rubbing his temple. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel like help. It feels like you’re just telling me I’m doing everything wrong,” you shot back.

His expression hardened, his voice raised. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking, I wouldn’t have to tell you how to do everything!”

The words hit you like a slap. You stared at him, feeling your stomach twist. Was he being serious?

Your heart pounded. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” you asked, voice quieter now, but the hurt was obvious.

Jiung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just- look, never mind. Let’s just finish the food.”

But you had lost all interest. The cozy atmosphere that had surrounded you earlier now felt tight and heavy. You didn’t expect to argue tonight, you were so excited for this. But suddenly, the warmth of the moment had turned into something frustrating, something that made your chest ache.

“You know what? Just finish it yourself,” you said, setting your knife down with a soft clatter.

Jiung looked at you, his lips pressed together, as if he tried to choose his next words carefully. But you didn’t want to hear them. Not right now. Without another word, you turned away, walking straight to the bedroom.

You didn’t slam the door, but you shut it firmly enough to make a point. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared down at your hands, replaying the words in your head.

Maybe if you weren’t so terrible at cooking…

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t expecting him to be that harsh.

From the kitchen, you could still hear him moving around, pots clanking, the faint sound of something sizzling in the pan. But he didn’t come after you.

And that hurt even more.

——————

It had been a while since you left Jiung alone in the kitchen. The muffled sounds of clinking dishes and the faint aroma of his cooking had long since settled, but you didn‘t move from your spot on the bed. Arms crossed, you stared at the floor, still replaying the argument in your head.

Then, there was a quiet knock. A moment later, Jiung pushed the door open and stepped inside. His expression was unreadable as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

You didn’t look up. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Jiung frowned, stepping closer. “I put in all my effort to cook.”

Your frustration bubbled up again, and before you could stop yourself, you snapped, “I wanted to cook with you, but you were being so bossy and annoying.” Finally, you looked up at him, your eyes sharp. “Why did you have to take it so seriously? I just wanted to have a nice, fun evening with you.”

Jiung scratched the back of his head, exhaling slowly. “When it comes to cooking, I just… I want everything to be perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell that.”

His confident stance faded, and his expression softened into something more worried. He could see just how upset you were. Without another word, he sat down on the bed beside you, hesitating before speaking again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You stayed silent, still sulking.

Jiung sighed and continued. “I know that sometimes my perfectionism takes over, and I can get… annoying.” He gave you a small, guilty smile before quickly shaking his head. “No, really annoying. But I know I should have never let that out on you. And I’m so sorry for making you feel this way.”

You finally turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with regret, and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly. He was really feeling bad about this.

A teasing idea formed in your head. You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

Jiung’s face fell instantly. “What?!”

You struggled to hold back your amusement, keeping your expression serious.

“And let’s not forget,” you continued, raising an eyebrow, “you called me a terrible cook.”

Jiung’s eyes widened. “No! I didn’t mean that when I said it!” He exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “I love your food, especially the cupcakes you make.”

You almost smiled at that, but you kept your act up. “Hmm. I don’t know, Jiung. I might need to think about this before giving you another chance.”

Jiung groaned and suddenly leaned over you, hovering just inches away. His lips jutted into a pout, and his eyes grew wide and pleading. “I’m so sorry,” he whined, voice softer now. “Pleaseee forgive me?”

You tried - really, really tried - to keep your serious face. But with him looking at you like a lost puppy, it was impossible.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, you finally said, “Fine. I forgive you.”

Jiung’s lips curled into a soft, relieved smile as he leaned in and kissed you gently. The tension melted away, leaving behind only warmth between you.

Pulling back, you looked at him and smirked. “But just so you know… I’m never cooking with you again.”

Jiung laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

He kissed you again, a little longer this time, before pulling you up from the bed. “Now come on,” he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Let’s eat together.”

And just like that, the fight was over.

Even if you never cooked with him again, at least you knew one thing for sure - Jiung was terrible at letting go of his perfectionism, but you were even worse at staying mad at him.

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[catboywonu]

pairing: theo x fem!reader

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), theo eating it from the back, established relationship, pet names, slight pillow princess reader, lazy morning head

wc: 1.9k

18+ minors do not interact!

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Theo's index finger tracing along the side of your abdomen stirs you from your sleep—intentionally, it seems, since he doesn’t bother to retract his hand when he notices the slight shift in your breath, indicating you’ve woken up. Instead, his warm palm meets your skin with confidence, circling around your torso to pull you closer to his chest. He must not have been awake much longer than you, a tell being the quiet, borderline incoherent morning greeting he wishes you in a low rumble.

The bed sheets are strikingly cool against your skin, but his legs that tangle with yours are enough to keep you heated. If it wasn’t for his full lips wetly kissing your shoulder, you might’ve been lulled back to your peaceful slumber within minutes. You move to sit up, but his grip around you tightens, and his soft, tired voice calls out to you once more.

“Wait, don’t pull away…” he mumbles into your skin, “not yet. wanna lay with you for a bit longer,”

His ministrations start out slowly, subtly… For a second, you’re almost convinced his kisses that continue to smack against your neck come from a place of innocence, in the form of some half-asleep affection he’s less restrictive about showering you with when compared to his usually reserved self.

It’s something to take advantage of, you decide, and nuzzle your cheek to his, soaking up the way his hands rub over your skin as he lets a hushed moan slip out. At the same time, Theo allows his fingers to inch down your front shamelessly, digits curiously tapping over your stomach.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles, and with his antics serving as a catalyst, you can’t help the way your abdomen instantly ignites.

Theo lifts his arm from your waist just long enough for you to roll around in his hold to face him, smiling down at you with puffy eyes and tousled hair. He pulls his hand back up to cup your face, muttering a small, “hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back, unable to contain your giddy grin. Gently, he takes your hand into his and brings it to his mouth to kiss it once, then guides it atop of his head in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his scalp. The dark locks don’t resist your fingers even a little bit, letting you comb through them smoothly until they’ve reached some kind of order. At the feeling, your boyfriend practically groans, rolling his eyes back for a split second before they regain focus and meet yours again.

Every feature on his face is so delicately crafted, gazing curiously at you and taking you in as if the night that passed, and the sleep he had once reveled in, had robbed him of you for far too long, just like his work schedule had the last few weeks. Days on end without being able to see you or hold you had taken a toll on him. You’re his favorite thing to look at, in any state, at any moment, so his first night back at your house was something he had been anticipating for a while now. Truthfully? he’d never sleep again if it meant he could stare at your pretty face for hours at a time.

He misses you, despite lying right next to you and having you in his arms. How is that possible?

Just then, as these thoughts flood his mind, he leans in, capturing your lips between his own in a sweet kiss. At the same time, his arms draw you tighter into his embrace, warm skin pressing to yours, practically melting into your touch.

He props himself up to hover above you, palms placed on either side of your head and caging you in. The metal of his chain is cool as it dangles, sitting on your chest like melting ice. It becomes even cooler as it moves across the expanse of your breasts, trailing down as his mouth follows behind to lick and lap and warm up the icy trail, and before you know it, he’s practically sticking his head under the hem of your tank top to nibble at the exposed skin below your navel.

His eyes, which were previously closed to savor the taste of your skin, peek open and steal a glance up at you, and his member, confined by only his boxers, twitches within the constricting material at the sight before him. Your lips are parted, your chest is rising and falling quicker with every second that passes, and your eyes can’t seem to leave the boy who keeps climbing further and further down, finding solace between your legs.

“I missed sleeping next to you.” He admits distractedly, placing a sticky kiss on your hip as his hand paws at your waist, squeezing at the flesh he can fit within his big palm, “I hate that i was away from you for so many nights in a row,”

“You were working, baby.”

“I know. Still,” he pauses, flashing you a lopsided smile, “this is nice.”

Little to no time passes between the moment when he mumbles those words, and the moment he buries his face into your panties, breathing you in deeply. The action makes you shudder, and goosebumps crawl over your skin as his black hair tickles your bare thighs.

Just then, there’s a glow flourishing on your cheeks, inevitable of avoiding around Theo. Truly, how are you meant to stay composed after he does something so lewd?

“Missed eating you out,” a ghost of a kiss is placed over your clit. It’s involuntary, but you roll your hips in his face and whine out, a response that only makes his head spin even more and his dick swell with need. He grips your thighs and props them higher up until your clothed center is in perfect view and your knees are almost folded onto your chest.

“Let me make you feel good, love. Please?”

“Yes,” you answer quickly, and he snickers at you in a way that doesn’t make you feel embarrassed in the slightest—despite its inherently teasing nature, his smirk is only intended to rile you up even more than you already are, and that, it does.

As he swipes one finger over your core, a splotch of wetness appears on the material. His index finger loops around to pull the lace aside, and he wastes no time in diving in. His tongue pokes out, kitten-licking your folds so lightly that you almost think he isn’t doing anything at all.

A few more experimental, soft swipes of his tongue get you writhing, and it’s only then that he releases the hold he has on your thighs and allows them to rest on his shoulders, fully burying himself between your legs.

“Feels good,” you whimper.

He hums back at you, content and unrestrained, and the vibrations almost make you come on the spot. He’s very obviously pacing himself, taking his time to dissolve you into nothing in his grasp. Your breathing goes from rapid heaves to long sighs as Theo alternates between lapping at you and nibbling your inner thigh. At one point, his actions become audible, the wetness of him fucking his tongue into you, and your soft moans become the only two sounds in the room.

Chin soaked and eyes half-lidded, he mumbles, “You’re so pretty,” as he crawls his way back up your body to kiss you.

He lets his thigh take his place between your legs and he presses his mouth to yours, plump lips gliding softly and lazily with no real purpose other than to soak you in. As your panting evens out, you peek your eyes open to glance at him.

“We can’t lie around for much longer. We have so much to do today,” you protest during kisses. He pulls away, resting his chin to your stomach. He stills there for a moment, falling limp, hands caressing you with no real purpose.

“It can wait.”

“The weather is supposed to be nice today,” you announce, and he gives you another crooked smile as his thumb passively toys with your nipple.

“Then we should take advantage. What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” As you think, your hand comes up to hold his cheek, thumb wiping the sleep from his eye. “What if we go for a walk later?”

He nods without second thought, happy to walk later with you wherever you’d like to go. At the same time, he greedily leans into your touch.

“We can do that.”

“And maybe we can–“ a few sticky kisses decorate your waist, “stop by the bakery you like on the way home? You haven’t had that since you left on tour.”

“That would be nice.”

“After we get groceries and make dinner, maybe we can even lie around and do this for a big longer.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow, lip curling up in a similar notion. When you nod eagerly at his implication, he remembers the position he’s in, and presses his leg just a bit closer against you.

“Let me take care of you then, so we can start our day.”

You hum and he gives you one last look before sinking back down where you need him most.

Your taste is lavish and sweet on his tongue that doesn’t care to tease you anymore. Now, it’s working diligently, drawing out every last whine it can, sweeping and swiping at your glistening folds until you come around him with your fingers grasping at the sheets so hard that the skin has turned white.

You’re barely given a second to recover before he asks you to turn around and flip onto your stomach. Weak and unsteady, your limbs hold you up and you arch your back in anticipation as he repositions himself behind you.

For a moment, his shuffling and the rustling of the sheets makes you think he’s undressing and about to sink himself into your warmth, but then his mouth is on you again with no warning.

His groans are tantalizing, and the way he’s squeezing the flesh on your ass has you collapsing into the mattress and crying out in pleasure. The pleads that leave your lips in mangled cries have him reaching a fever pitch, and he suddenly can’t wait to taste your release again, so he does everything in his power to lull it from you faster. His fingers slip into you, shallowly at first, then knuckle deep and curling to fuck your sweet spot; before you know it, you’re gushing around him again.

“Baby…” is the only word you manage to spew from your drooling lips, and your back arches more as he moans into you again.

The comedown is just as sweet, especially when he lets his lips drag up the curve of your spine until they reach your hair, smooth palm tracing over your smooth skin to soothe you as the last waves of pleasure wash away. He collapses beside you, tugging you closer until your head is near his chest.

When your dazed eyes open to look at him, he’s already looking back down at you with his gentle smile.

His lips are glossed over, and you kiss him as a thank you, greedily humming at the taste of yourself in his mouth.

“Good?” He asks, raising his brows slightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs when you hide your flushed face is his neck, leaning into you as if your proximity was still not quite close enough.

“Just checking.” He murmurs into your hair, leaving a kiss there in the process. “Now we can start our day.”

[bambambwi]

Photoshoot time hcs with bigbang members (:

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With Taeyang ;

- he’d make sure you felt comfortable, offering small words of encouragement and smiling between shots.

- would naturally adjust himself to match your poses

- if things got too serious, he’d probably break it with a soft chuckle

- if the concept was intimate/intense his eye contact would be strong, and he’d carry himself with that effortless charm he’s known for

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With Daesung ;

- he would keep it professional, following the photographer’s directions but would sneak in little moments of humor

- if the concept of the photoshoot was intimate/intense, he would definently struggle to keep a straight face for too long and would break his character

- he would throw you exaggerated compliments in between to make you less nervous

- by the end of the shoot, you’d probably have more candid laughing shots than serious ones

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With T.O.P ;

- he’d be reserved, keeping a professional distance and focusing on getting the right shots

- his humor will slip through in small, unexpected ways like throwing in a dramatic pose when no one’s expecting it or making exaggerated faces the second the camera stops clicking

- If you were nervous, he’d offer subtle reassurance before going right back to his usual stoic expression.

- top would leave you wondering how he managed to be effortlessly cool and secretly goofy all at once.

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With G-Dragon ;

- he’d be playful, teasing you lightly to ease any nerves

- would adjust poses with ease and encourages you to match his energy.

- for a intimate/serious shoot, ji yong would switch gears instantly. His gaze would be intense and he’d close the space between you without hesitation.

- if your getting shy, he’d just grin and say something like, "Come on, let’s give them something to talk about."

[memorabxlia]

Dirty Santa ━ 테오

genre: smut summary: the two of you lose yourselves in an unforgettable, fiery holiday moment filled with love, laughter, and intense pleasure. warnings: dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting pairing: nonidol!theo x fem!reader wc: 1.5k nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

You're lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the doorbell rings. It’s late, much later than you expected your boyfriend, Theo, to arrive. You set your wine down and saunter to the door, your curiosity piqued. The chilly night air rushes in as you pull it open, and there stands Theo, dressed in a full Santa Claus suit that fits him surprisingly well. His cheeks are rosy from the cold, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief.

"Well, well, well," you say, leaning against the doorframe. "What do we have here? A new side hustle?"

Theo laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "More like a little holiday surprise. Do I look the part?"

You take a moment to appreciate the sight. His beard is fake, but it’s convincing enough, and the red suit hugs his lean frame in all the right places. He’s even wearing matching boots. "Oh, you definitely look the part," you reply, your voice dropping a notch. "Especially the part where Santa gets all the cookies he wants."

He grins, pulling off the beard and tossing it onto the nearby table. "And maybe a little milk too."

You step closer, running your fingers along the edge of his jacket. "Or something stronger," you suggest, your lips curling into a smile. "So, what brings Santa to my doorstep so late?"

Theo’s hands slide around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss that’s anything but innocent. His tongue dances with yours, and you can feel the heat between you already starting to build. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. "I thought maybe Santa could give you a present early this year."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him. "Oh? And what kind of present did you have in mind?"

He nuzzles your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "How about a little naughty fun? Just you and me?"

You can’t help but laugh, the sound low and sultry. "Well, you look like the version of Santa I’d wanna do."

Theo’s hands move lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation.

You nod, grinding against him. "Mm-hmm. But only if you promise to be a very, very dirty Santa."

He groans, his grip tightening. "Oh, I think I can manage that."

With a swift motion, he carries you to the nearest surface—the kitchen counter—and sets you down gently. His hands roam over your body, unbuttoning your blouse with practiced ease. Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against your nipples, already hardening beneath the fabric of your bra.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his mouth hovering just above yours.

You bite your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want you to take off that suit and fuck me."

Theo’s eyes spark with excitement, and he doesn’t waste any time. In one fluid motion, he shucks off the jacket, revealing the tight red shirt underneath. He unbuckles the belt around his waist, letting the pants fall to the floor, leaving him in nothing but the black boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide his growing erection.

"Like what you see?" he asks, his voice dripping with confidence.

You reach out, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. "Oh, I definitely like what I see."

He steps closer, his hips thrusting forward to meet your hand. "Then let’s make it even better."

His hands move to your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. You spread your legs, giving him easy access to your panties, which are already damp with anticipation. He wastes no time in slipping them down, his fingers trailing over your slick folds, making you gasp.

"You’re so wet for me," he murmurs, dipping a finger inside you.

You arch your back, pushing yourself against his hand. "Because of you," you reply, your voice shaky with need.

He adds a second finger, delving deeper. "Tell me what you want, baby."

You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation. "I want you inside me. Now."

Theo doesn’t need to be told twice. He removes his fingers and quickly discards his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With one smooth motion, he positions himself at your entrance, his tip coated with your arousal.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as he pushes inside you, filling you completely. The connection is electric, and you both moan in unison. He slowly begins to thrust, his pace steady and deliberate.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he says, his voice rough with need.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Don’t hold back," you whisper. "I want to feel every inch of you."

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Each push sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can feel your orgasm building. His hands grip your thighs, lifting them higher, allowing him to go even deeper.

"That’s it," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Keep going."

Theo’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with intensity. "Tell me how much you love this, baby."

You can barely form words, the sensations too overwhelming. "I love it… I love you… inside me…"

He growls, picking up the pace even more. "Say it again."

"I love you," you cry out, your voice breaking. "I love you so much."

Theo’s thrusts become erratic, his control slipping. "I’m gonna come, baby," he warns, his voice strained.

You tighten your grip around him, desperate to prolong the moment. "Do it… come for me…"

With a final, powerful thrust, Theo releases, his seed spilling deep inside you. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around his as you ride out the wave of your own release.

As you both come down from the high, Theo rests his forehead against yours, still buried inside you. "Merry Christmas," he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

You smile, brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his face. "Merry Christmas, Santa."

But before you can fully catch your breath, Theo pulls out and moves down your body, positioning himself between your legs. "One more present," he says, his voice returning to that playful tone. "Think you can handle it?"

You laugh, a little breathless. "Try me."

He leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, and you shiver as he begins to tease your clit with expert precision. "Oh, Theo…"

As Theo’s tongue continues to swirl around your clit, you feel a building pressure deep inside you. The sounds of his breathing and the soft moans escaping your lips fill the kitchen. The scent of arousal is heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pine from the Christmas tree in the corner. You glance down at Theo, his Santa hat slightly askew, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of him so focused, so utterly dedicated to making you feel incredible.

"Theo," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, "I'm so close..."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, and grins. "Let it go, baby. I want you to feel everything."

His words act like a trigger, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his face as you feel the first tremors of orgasm rippling through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if you can somehow merge with him. The intensity grows, each wave more powerful than the last, until finally, you cry out, your entire body convulsing with the force of your release.

Theo doesn't stop. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking and probing, driving you higher and higher. You feel something bubbling up inside you, a pressure that’s almost painful in its intensity. You know what’s coming, but the surprise and thrill of it still make you gasp.

"Oh my God, Theo, I'm going to—"

And then it happens. A gush of liquid erupts from you, splashing onto Theo’s face and hands. He takes it all in stride, his mouth never leaving your core, his fingers still working magic on your sensitive flesh. The feeling is indescribable, a mix of intense pleasure and utter relief. You feel drained but completely satisfied, your body quivering with aftershocks.

When Theo finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a devilish grin. "Well, that was quite the present," he says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

You laugh breathlessly, still catching your breath. "You like playing dirty Santa, huh?"

He stands up, towering over you, his Santa costume looking even more ridiculous now with his messy beard and wet face. But there’s nothing ridiculous about the way he’s looking at you, his eyes smoldering with heat.

"Only for you," he replies, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are warm and tasting faintly of salt from your juices. The kiss is slow and lingering, a promise of more to come.

❥﹒ P1Harmony taglist: @amarecerasus

[ship-graveyard]

Traveling with P1Harmony 💕

🛫 - Air Travel Edition - 🛬

☁️ - fluff | 🌙 - gn!reader | 💞 - all members

note: occasional references to travel anxiety

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Keeho:

♡ - always makes it to the airport perfectly on time (no getting bored or stressing because he’s timed everything perfectly)

♡ - incredible at navigating crowds and fighting to keep your place in lines for security, boarding, and deplaning

♡ - idk how but the airline always loses his luggage

♡ - you need a break from the airport chaos? dw his arms are your safe haven and he’s got a hug already queued up for you

♡ - will take the middle seat for you if you’ve been assigned it BUT he will whine about it later (good news: you can just kiss his pout off his lips and he’ll forgive you)

♡ - want help lifting your luggage into an overhead bin? luckily your big strong boyfriend is here to help! (he will accidentally smack someone in the face with it when taking it back down but shhh he’s trying)

♡ - bothers you 24/7 on the plane, but he means well… he just can’t help it bc he wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible (ooh what are you watching?? are you hungry? thirsty?? he could definitely steal water from someone in first class, would that help?)

♡ - wants you to sleep on his shoulder SO bad. he’ll be slowly leaning into your space if you start to nod off until you get the hint

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Theo:

♡ - lets you completely melt into him if you want to sleep while waiting for boarding (just results in the sleepiest pile of limbs bc he’s probably out immediately too)

♡ - overpacks… why does he have 14 hats when he only ever wears one? why did he pack a toaster in his carry-on?? the world will never know

♡ - has 7 different beverages with him at all times

♡ - more likely to distract you and redirect your energy than directly comfort you if you get travel anxiety, but it still helps significantly just knowing he’s aware of it and by your side if you need anything at all

♡ - he’s going to fight you for claim of the armrest and not in a cute way

♡ - will smack you if you turn the overhead light on (if you really want to read/draw or do anything else that you need to see clearly, he MIGHT let you turn the light on if you ask nicely and/or sweet talk him)

♡ - spends half the flight judging the people who brought their children on the plane

♡ - will get hopelessly invested in whatever you’re doing/watching but pretends not to be whenever you catch him leaning over to see better

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Jiung:

♡ - brings an extra sweatshirt/jacket for you bc he knows you’ll forget your own, get cold, or need the comfort

♡ - takes care of everything that might be stressful for you. you’re nervous? dw he’s got your printed boarding passes ready and your luggage handled. you just need to show up and hold his hand

♡ - does a mental analysis of the best quality airport cuisine compared to affordability bc you deserve to be well-fed and pampered but he’s also really practical

♡ - surprise kisses as positive reinforcement when you remember to hydrate

♡ - zonks out on the plane. he’s been busy taking care of you, let the poor guy drool on your shoulder a bit

♡ - type of person to watch the flight tracker the entire way there

♡ - if you accidentally intrude on his foot space be prepared for the most intense high-stakes game of footsie you’ve ever been involved in (he’ll win but end up just pulling your legs onto his lap bc he feels a bit guilty and he loves you too much)

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Intak:

♡ - loses his boarding pass immediately (you better have backups)

♡ - will get lost in the airport if you let him out of your sight

♡ - lets you buy anything you want with his card (he just wants to trail along and hang off your arm and spend time with you)… puppyboy IM SORRY who said that

♡ - leans his entire weight on you when waiting to board bc he’s tired and he loves you and you’re right there

♡ - underpacks. it’s always “babe can i borrow your toothbrush? i forgot mine😔” and “one pair of pants is probably enough for the whole week, right?”

♡ - you’ll have to be the responsible one tbh but he’s always right there if you need anything and he’d step up in an instant if you asked him to. it’s only bc he feels so comfortable with you that he lets himself relax so much and truly be himself, so he’s eternally grateful that you look out for him when he needs it

♡ - asks to be involved in whatever you choose to do on the plane bc he wants to spend that time with you

♡ - if you have trouble speaking up, he’d happily do it for you. need accommodations?need to ask someone to move so you can go to the bathroom? he’s got you

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Soul:

♡ - gets pulled over at security for something really bizarre (a cool rock he found that makes it look like he’s smuggling drugs, a jar of loose coins of various types, the creepiest figurine imaginable that he decided was cute, etc, etc)

♡ - might need your help with translating some things depending on where you’re flying out of/to (he could probably figure it all out on his own, but he likes being able to rely on you so he doesn’t have to channel all of his energy into making himself understood)

♡ - traveling exhausts him tbh but hugs and spontaneous kisses help him recharge!

♡ - equally likely to distract you from nerves by starting fun conversations or reaching out and reassuring you with physical affection

♡ - hoards the little snacks they give out on the airplane and offers them to you as surprise gifts later

♡ - watches everyone else’s screen on the plane instead of his own lol (he’s invested in the movie two rows up leave him be)

♡ - wants to try to learn a few phrases of the local language on the plane if you’re traveling somewhere with a native language he doesn’t speak

♡ - if you fall asleep on the plane expect to have random braids in your hair when you wake up (it’s not his fault that he wanted something to do with his hands and in his defense he finds you absolutely adorable with them. esp finds it endearing if you leave them in bc that’s his handiwork you’re showcasing)

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Jongseob:

♡ - might share some of your travel anxiety, but instead of making him distant it just makes him more invested in getting you both there safely and being conscious of your needs. you can be certain that he’s done his research, and you’ll always be safe and taken care of when he’s by your side

♡ - the most difficult part of flying with him is getting him to wake up early tbh. he’ll be slumped against you in a half-successful back hug while you scan the departures board for your gate bc he’s still half asleep

♡ - effortlessly cool and fashionable even with messy hair and comfortable clothes

♡ - soft kisses to your temple and warm hands brushing against yours when he wants to get your attention

♡ - wants to switch off picking songs to listen to on the plane (or listen to a combined playlist of each of your interests) with shared earbuds bc he thinks it’s an important way to share your interests and emotions with each other

♡ - before you even ask he’s handing you a Nintendo switch controller and encouraging you to play something with him (dw he finds you adorable no matter if you’re terrible at it or if you kick his ass when it comes to gaming)

♡ - prefers pushing the armrest up so you can lean into each other and just be close (he isn’t super cuddly/touchy in public, but he enjoys the casual proximity. and sometimes the urge to dote on you is too strong to be contained)

♡ - not really the type of person to speak up and ask the flight crew if he needs something, but the second you need something he’s on his feet and advocating for you

[letters-with-notes]

P1HARMONY TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK

💌 GENRE: fluff 💌 READER: gender neutral

A/N: my own work reposted

KEEHO:

“Okay, this is fine, I know what to do.”

He’s internally panicking but still manages to remember what his mom did for him and his siblings, when they got sick.

After he finishes lecturing you about how you need to take better care of yourself, he also tries to remember what he usually did when he had to take care of his little brother.

Absolutely refuses to let you do anything, you’re only allowed to stay in your warm bundle of blankets and rest.

“Where are you going??” “Um, to the toilet?” “Oh... oh okay, you can go there.”

He feels like he can’t do anything to help and he hates that feeling.

He’s also very distraught because he hates seeing you miserable and he can’t even kiss your or give you a hug to make you feel better.

God forbid you ask for a kiss or a hug.

He’d have the biggest crisis of his life because ew, he doesn’t want to catch your cold but he cannot say no to you.

Holds your hand until you fall asleep and kisses your forehead anyway, in hopes that it will help you get well sooner.

THEO:

“Wow, you look like shit.”

Shakes his head and tsks because he told you that you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t dress warmer.

But did you listen to him? No. Of course you didn’t. You never do.

And now what? He has to take care of your sorry ass.

You better be super thankful to him once you get better and repay him for his efforts.

He’s only frustrated because he doesn’t like seeing you in such a bad state, it really hurts his heart.

He also blames himself a tiny bit because maybe he should have been firmer and not let you go out without a jacket.

If your condition is very bad, he will definitely tear up when you can’t see him.

But wipes his tears right away and forces all of your meds and a bowl of soup and a mug of tea down your throat.

Strictly enforces self-care.

Sings and talks to you so you won’t get bored, and because he knows that you like to fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

JIUNG:

Forces you to take all the vitamins in the house before going to the drug store and buying some more, as well as some medicine.

The best person to have around when you’re sick.

Makes you chicken soup and chamomile tea and a healthy meal, depending on what you’re able to swallow.

He knows all the tricks and the traditional folk remedies for colds, runny noses and sore throats.

Half of them come from his grandparents, half of them from various internet searches because obviously, he’s the one who takes care of his members too.

He doesn’t scold you, at least not until you get better, but he looks at you with that disappointed gaze and sighs, and that’s almost worse than a scolding.

He will never let you forget about this, he will bring it up all the time. “Remember when you got sick? You don’t want to repeat that, do you?”

He will literally not touch you.

May or may not comes into your room with a face mask on.

But he still fluffs your pillow up and pulls your blanket over you when it falls, because you were tossing and turning too much.

He also collects and throws out your used tissues then wipes your face with warm water so you won’t feel so terrible in your skin and environment after you wake up.

INTAK:

Continuously on the phone with his mom.

Asks what you feel and conveys everything through the phone because he sure as hell doesn’t know what to do and he doesn’t want to accidentally poison you with the wrong medicine or smth.

This is just a lot of pressure on him, he really wants to take care of you, not make your condition worse somehow.

It’s like he never in his life had a cold, his brain just shuts down.

After feeding you the medicine and making you go to bed, you fall asleep.

He hovers around your bed awkwardly like a lost puppy, not knowing what to do.

He sits down on your desk chair and just... stares at you. Not in a creepy way, he’s just observing if you’re okay so he can jump up and run to your help at the slightest hint of discomfort.

You start to stir and he’s already by your side with a cup of water or tea because he knows your throat must have dried out while you were sleeping.

Refuses to go home even if there’s really nothing he can do for you anymore.

Doesn’t care at all if he’s going to catch your cold or not, if it were up to him, he’d rather it was him being sick instead of you.

He hates seeing you like this so much.

If you don’t let him stay and cuddle you, he’s going to cry. He just needs to be there for you, with you.

SOUL:

Clueless and lost but he definitely won’t overreact.

Half thinks that this is just a cold so you’ll get better after some rest.

But also, when he sees you suffer, his heart is just in pain.

He knows that you’ll be just fine in a couple of days but still, he wishes those days could pass a little faster.

Keeps looking stuff up on the internet to find something he can help you with.

Which was a bad idea because now he’s overreacting.

“This article says, you might be dying... you’re not dying, right?” “...” “Right?” “No, I’m not dying, it’s okay, I just need some rest.”

Thinks that getting sick together would be a good couple bonding activity and it’s up to you to convince him that no, it is not.

Stays a respectful distance away but doesn’t really want to leave you.

He just knows that colds suck and you must be super bored with all that sleeping and resting so he takes your tv over and binge watches something the both of you like on low volume.

That way you can sleep when you want to sleep and watch the show when you wake up.

And he can also bring you whatever you need, help you and take care of you while entertaining himself.

Insists on holding your hand all the time, and the better your condition is, the closer he moves to you.

Before you notice, those few sick days already passed and you're cuddling all healthily again.

JONGSEOB:

First of all, he gives you a scolding through the phone while already putting on his shoes and collecting things you might need.

His heart sinks when he sees you in your bed, weak and surrounded by tissues but then gathers himself together and starts nagging.

Gives you a thousand kind of vitamins, explaining what each of them is for and how it’s good for your body, you should always take them not only when you’re sick. If you take them regularly, you won’t get sick in the first place.

Interrogates you about your symptoms and only eases up when he’s sure that you only have a common cold.

When he sighs in relief, it hits him just how deeply he cares about you and how worried he is.

He then takes on a softer tone and attitude, making sure that you have everything you need and you’re as comfortable as possible.

Runs home for his laptop so he can work from your bedroom.

He practically makes your desk his own and he does his usual things while you sleep.

He regularly checks your fever and makes sure that you stay hydrated too.

He knows that he could just leave you alone, it’s not like you need 24 hours supervision but he kind of doesn’t want to leave.

Finally, he decides to just sleep on the couch and makes you a nice breakfast in the morning.

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Unwind with me | Yoo Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x reader

AN: Yoo Taeyang fluff for @yootaesowl 🤎

everyone send her something cute for her man's birthday!

Summary: After a day filled with carrying boxes inside, it's time for you and your boyfriend to unwind.

Genre: fluff. Just pure fluff.

''What are you doing?'' You heard his voice first before you felt his arms circling around your waist as he stepped onto the balcony with you.

''Nothing.'' You simply answer him, continiuing to gaze out onto the lively city beneath you. ''It's cold though. Being out here with a jacket.'' Taeyang sighs, resting his chin on top of your head, mumbling something about you being stubborn and just pulls you closer if that was even possible knowing you're basically sandwiched between him and the railing.

Taeyang watches how his breath forms clouds into the sky, looking up at the full moon that just shines right above the building. He smiles at that, unable but to think that even the moon congratulates the two as it beams right where they are.

''I havent packed out that box yet.'' You state just like that and the reply that comes from him leaves you chuckling, patting his hand that has settled on your stomach as if to tell him this was to be expected and he should have, if he truly knows you that he always claims that he does.

''Yeah..'' He trails off, turning to the apartment behind him, seeing the boxes stacked up and taking up the most space in the living room. Words scribbled what's supposed to be inside them but he knows that some boxes definitely will be mystery ones.

''I can't really blame you.'' He turns you two around, him being the one who has his back against the railing while he finally gets to see your gorgeous face. ''You probably will have to guess in which box the jackets will be.'' Your expression changes, grimacing at the thought of having to just unpack every box without having a plan on where to start. Taeyang knows how much you rely on lists sometimes, always having a plan for things, yet the move suddenly was sooner than expected and you two ended up throwing stuff in boxes that were already labeled for -well- not the stuff you ended up putting in.

''But that's for another day to worry.'' Taeyang cups your cheek, lifting your chin for him to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. ''I wanted to take a walk with you.'' He then begins, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear before he caresses your cheeks once again. ''Let me show you around the neighbourhood.''

Closing your eyes at his touch, you rest against his chest, his warmth spreading around you in the cold air of the night. A nightwalk around the neighbourhood just with him does sound like everything right now and you nod, burying yourself more in the comfort of him.

''Let me grab my jacket for you.'' Taeyang steps away from the railing and guides you back to the apartment where he snatches his coat that he discarded on the boxes and motions to you to hold out your arm as he helps you getting all nice and warm.

''Warm?'' is what he asks then after zipping you up and straightening the collar. You hum as an answer but realize he is the one without one and you frown. ''But you're gonna be cold, we cant go then.'' Your fingers find the zipper but Taeyang quickly stops you with a laugh.

''Don't you think I was prepared for this? I know you, (y/n).'' and he rounds the corner, coming back with another coat for himself. ''Always prepared.''

With your hand clasped in his, you two roam the unfamiliar streets. Atleast to you. For your boyfriend the streets weren't as unknown to you and he happily showed you around in the serene of the night. Pointing out where you could buy the best vegetables and which shops you actually needed to avoid.

He even enthusiastically showed you the hidden ones that normally, only the old people were able to go to but since the elders seemed to adore him, they didn't mind sharing the hidden gems with him.

''And there- '' Taeyang pulls you a little closer by pressing his hand on your waist, making sure you have the same line of sight as he has. ''- RIght there is where I will propose.''

Your heart skips a beat at his words, eyes taking in the small park lit up by lanterns hanging on the brances of trees, creating this magical path to the pond, the ripples in the water cast what could have been a different world as the moon sways in it's dance.

''Tae-yang..'' You breathe out, lost in the sight infront of you, unaware of the man looking at you just the same. You feel a ghost like kiss right below your eye. ''P-propose?''

Your breathing starts to pick up, stomach dropping as you're unsure what to think. You love him, with all of your soul and you would be hollow if he stepped out of your life. Opening and closing your mouth, you turn to look at him and you the smile on his face. ''Tae-'' He hushes you by placing both hands on your cheeks. ''I know what you are thinking.''

Taeyang knew what was going to happen inside your pretty head once he uttered those words, he saw the emotions flash through your eyes and the way your body stiffened just a little, he found adorable and chuckled.

''To be my forever girlfriend. What else should it be, dove?'' He teased, grabbing the flesh of your cheek to pinch.

With a pout, you just let him pinch your cheek like that however he surprises you by suddenly cupping your jaw and slotting his lips over yours. The protest dies down in the kiss, the wind suddenly feeling colder now that you feel your face heating up at the public display of his affection to you.

It doesn't happen often seeing his job and reputation. You fully melt into him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and deepening the kiss by pinching his chin between your fingers to put a bit of pressure on his jaw and he lets out a small moan, knowing what you're asking of him.

''Y/n..''

When he does utter your name, you slide in your tongue and the butterflies seem to suddenly know arobatics when you do hear him sigh in bliss, happily letting you take the reigns in this kiss. One hand finds their home in your hair, pressing you even closer to him by the back of your head and keeps a tight grip around your neck aswell.

It's then that the sound of tires on a wet road have you two realizing exactly where you are and jump away from eachother like this isn't something you should be doing, eventhough it's pretty normal for a couple to do.

Your heart hammers in your chest for many reasons, licking your lips when your eyes lock on his. You two are silent before bursting out in laughter and you do slap his chest.

''Is this why you took me out for a walk? Having ulterior motives?'' Your click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and look away dramatically.

''I was surprised you fell right into my trap.'' Taeyang reaches for you, tugging onto your wrist and practically fly right into his chest. ''Besides-'' His thumb drags down your lower lip, lets it linger before it 'pops' back in place. ''-You're the one who just seduced me.''

''Me?'' You gasp loudly, pointing to yourself, never have been so offended by an accusation. How dare he.

Taeyang sees the pout on your face, your head tilted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest as you huff. There was no doubt he was sure about the move in together, he has been thinking about it quite awhile that even his members at last told him to just ask you after having to listen to him sigh about not being able to come home to you and having to deal with his sulking.

Without a word, he steers his direction back to the apartment, walking with his hands behind his head and with a little pop in his steps, he grins widely. The love overflowing like a waterfall from his heart and he can't help but to jump once, throwing his hands in the air, unable to surpress the feelings.

''You coming?!'' He says, waving you over but does not wait for an answer while you merely just watch the practically dancing man walking up the street, the moon shining right above him.

''I am coming.'' You say more to yourself than to him and quicken your pace to fall into step beside him. His hand find yours naturally, stuffing it back into his pocket to keep them warm as you two make your way back to your shared apartment and the boxes waiting to be unpacked.