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Jae’s Divine Intervention ||| Wonpil x Reader, Jae & Reader

Summary: Jae finds out about your crush on Wonpil and naturally takes the mick out of you. And when you get to play detective, you find out he’s perhaps more supportive than you would normally imagine.  Genre: Humour, fluff [if you guys dont find this funny then i... its just me] Warning(s): Some cursing all done in jest (2x sh*t) Word Count: 7735  Theme Song: Tonight - The Solutions; Dive - iKON; Hold - Winner AN: A request from anon, hope you enjoy! I’m sorry it took a while, it’s a lot longer than I usually write tho so I hope that makes up for it gender neutral reader

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“Wonpil?!”

“Jae, I swear to christ—”

“Wonpil?!” Jae’s voice was rising in pitch by the second, a look of astounded horror on his face.

“Yes, Wonpil, what’s so—”

“Our keys? The snake? Our snake that plays the keys?”

“Really, you’re still using that? That’s like, three years old Jae—”

“You—you took one look at the pink sweater and went hmmm, yes, this is the hot stuff, real sexy—”

“Jae!”

“—any man that wears this I will date him on the spot—!”

“Jae!” 

The man cackled, leaning right back into his gaming chair with his head tipped over the side. “Oh my god this is just...!”

You pressed your tongue to your cheek, waiting for the grown man to gather himself up. Though, knowing Jae, it could well take a while. “You finished?”

He swung back, elbows coming to his knees with his eyes incredulous. “Kim Wonpil?”

“Yes.”

“Not Brian?”

“Why would it be Brian?”

He inhaled through his teeth, tutting. “It’s always Brian. And then, of course, yours truly.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “I regret ever talking to you.”

He sat back, sending you a smirk. “Nahh, you would never regret me.”

“Can we just go back to discussing like, dinner tonight?” you glanced distastefully around at his room, taking note of the pile of laundry abandoned by his wardrobe. “Like I came into your lair for in the first place?” 

“Hey, easy there—!”

“Honestly Sungjin would have a fit if he comes in here,” you announced, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Well it’s a good job he isn’t coming in here.” Jae easily met your stare, pursing his lips, knowing full well that starting a battle with him would be the hardest you could try to win in the dorm. You backed down, but didn’t shy away from his stare as he pressed his fingertips together, taking on the role of a faux mastermind, “But no, dinner can wait, because this—this—is much more intriguing.”

Taking in the nod of his head, and the smug grin on his features, you realised that you weren’t going to escape as you’d hoped. Might as well be comfortable.

“Now,” he began once you took a seat on his bed, flicking a rogue sock to the floor, “start from the beginning. When did you realise that you were hopelessly in love with this, Mr Kim.”

“Since when was this an interrogation?” you interjected. “Also I am not ‘hopelessly in love’!”

“Infatuated?”

“No!”

“Lovesick?”

“Not a bit!”

“Helplessly inclined on the edge of your seat to hang upon his every little word?”

You didn’t even answer him that time and merely glared at him. 

He nodded pensively, patting a finger against his chin as he murmured, “In denial, interesting...”

“What?!” 

He changed tact. “Do you not know the exact time for your realisation for your deep feelings?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” you sulked, folding your arms crossly. He let out a quiet ‘aww’, which you ignored to the best of your capacity. “What has gotten into you?”

“I’m just trying to work out if you are,” he cleared his throat, “fit for my closest colleague and good friend. After all, we’ve been through so much, I wouldn’t want any harm to come to him—”

There were many things wrong to his wistful, jesting sentence, but there was one thing that you had to refute: “Last week you told Sungjin you would sell Pillie out for half a churro.”

His smart mouth stopped for a few seconds, and you figured briefly that you’d perhaps won and could leave. Alas, you were mistaken.

“Refers to Mr Kim as ‘Pillie’, indicating a very special degree of endearment, interesting...”

You groaned, falling back onto the rest of the mattress, asking the world what you’d done to deserve this.

Truth be told, Jae wasn’t worried for his bandmate or you in the slightest. Hearing your accidental slip of your feelings, everything seemed to come together at once and fit like two missing jigsaw pieces. You both had traits that accentuated the other, and you got along so well. If you two got together, he discerned, there would be few power couples that could compete.

He didn’t understand shipping culture, but this was perhaps his one exception. It just made sense! His soft charms next to your harder ones, your sense next to his sunny optimism, the both of you still sharing much in common.

“Six months,” you suddenly admitted.

“Hmm?”

“My, you do delight in my torment,” you grumbled before shooting him a look that softened as you continued, the memory trickling to the surface and making it impossible for you to not smile. “I’ve liked him for six months. It hit me when he fell asleep on my shoulder on our trip up to Incheon.”

One of those shared things being bouts of shyness.

He decided in that moment that it was time for some divine intervention.

“That’s a long time ago,” he mentioned, “and you haven’t done anything about it?”

“How could I?” you countered, though it was more sad than feisty. “How do I confess to the gentlest, happiest soul? How am I supposed to even know if he likes me back? He’s cuddly with everyone, you know.”

One glance at your crestfallen eyes that shone through your little chuckle lit a spark in his head.

“Don’t you worry, Y/N. God works in mysterious ways,” he reassured, sending you a wink.

And so began the grand unravelling of The Great Jae’s plan. 

Step 1: Establish if the Feelings are Mutual

The first step, as Jae understood it, was crucial—nothing else could be done until he knew if the keyboardist also had a whopping crush on his friend. And they had made some fair points about how hard it would be to calculate whether Wonpil was just being friendly affectionate or more than that.  

So, to get the answer cleanly without collateral, Jae concocted a plan so cunning he could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.

The next day, Jae slipped into the practice room, after locating his whereabouts through a super secret and effective method dubbed as ‘asking Sungjin’. He strode up to the keyboard set where the younger was staring intently at one of the keys, swiftly adopting a confident stance—he would not be swayed by any sneak attacks, and especially not attempted deflections with puppy eyes: a weapon he knew his bandmate was highly proficient in.

Hearing him mumbling about whether they should invent a H note, Jae made the choice to enact Step 1, taking advantage of the possible surprise characteristic.

“Wonpil, do you like Y/N?” 

Peering up with his classic bright smile, Wonpil answered him swiftly, “Yeah!”

Jae frowned, the response seeming too quick. He had to comprehend it as a misunderstanding of his question. He pressed the charge. “Well, yeah, I figured you liked them, but I meant it as in more of a—”

“I know how you meant it, hyung,” he looked back at the keys, testing a C tentatively.

“Oh.” Jae was surprised to say the least. “How did you...?” 

“I’ve been waiting for one of you to ask me,” he explained poutily, “you always seemed to tease me about it when I didn’t have someone, and then as soon as I actually fell, not a peep.” 

Jae had to admit that the entire exchange had caught him off guard, as he became distinctly aware of how slowly the cogs were turning in his head. “You were... waiting?”

He nodded urgently at the sound board, twisting a dial as he held his ear closer to the instrument.

“You know the sound isn’t on right?”

“The key is squeaky.”

“Oh.”

“Of course I was waiting,” Wonpil replied simply, taking a simpering pause, “aren’t you going to ask me?” 

Jae watched as the younger suddenly sat up and swung himself to look at the legs of his keyboard stand, giving them a good wobble. There was no doubt a squeak then.

“Ask what, about what you like about them?” he suggested, not really sure himself. 

“Finally!” The younger threw himself back out from underneath the instrument. “Everything, hyung, I think I’m actually in love! Their laugh, their kindness, their eyes, their jokes—I feel like I’m going to burst whenever I see them, like into just, laughter, I can’t stop smiling, I just want to hug them and kiss their nose...” When he knocked his head back up to him, his smile was even brighter, his cheeks lightly blushed. “Is this what Younghyun-hyung means when he says that love hurts?”

Jae was more than happy to hear proof—it meant Step 1 was a success after all—but hearing the sap did mean he had to hide his grimace.  But now he was presented with a more severe problem, as he knew full well that wasn’t what the bassist, who could dip into the realms of emo territory, meant at all by that phrase.

It didn’t mean he was going to explain it. Especially seeing those eyes brimming with adoration for his closest friend—he cursed at himself giving into the puppy eyes after all. 

“Yeah, probably,” he answered vaguely, opting to change the subject, “well, I’d better be off, thanks!”

“Hey, hyung, where do you think you’re going?” Wonpil called after him as he attempted to make a tactical retreat, having gathered the information he needed. 

Jae turned around, lying through his teeth as his brain searched for an excuse. “I... well, I need to go and do...”

“Without wishing me good luck on fixing my keyboard stand?” he enquired, pouting childishly from the other side of the room.

“Good luck...?”

“Ok, you can go!” he announced, sending a wave. “Bye!”

And with that, Jae exited the practice room, frowning at his reflection in the glass of the window as he passed through. Wonpil was strange sometimes, that was for sure. 

It didn’t matter in the long run though, it was going to be your problem soon rather than his—a thought that elicited a snicker from him—and with Step 1 complete, he could proceed to Step 2. 

Step 2: Create the Confession Arrangement

Jae had figured that the third step would have required the most work, but he had be drastically wrong. He’d presumed coming up with the perfect scenario for a confession would have been easy, but once he’d sat down in the living room to think in peace, an hour later he found himself lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, without a single idea in his head. 

Chasing the tails of all the ideas that taunted him and skipped just out of reach every time in his head, he barely heard the sound of someone else entering the fray.  And he would have continued to have done, had the newcomer not come to stand beside him and peered over his sprawled body.

“Hyung, are you ok?”

The deep voice snapped his eyes from where they were transfixed on the ceiling to the cherubic face of Dowoon, currently in the process of devouring a pretzel.

Jae snorted, still barely comprehending his presence. “Of course.”

The younger tilted his head to see him somewhat the correct way up. “Are you sure? You’re laying on the floor.”

“I am aware, and yes, a hundred percent,” he answered, putting on a confident front as best he could, “this, young padawan, is the sight of a master at work.”

Dowoon hummed in an agreement of sorts, “Oh, right.”  He took a deep bite of the sweet dough. “What are you working on?”

Jae finally recognised the notable rustling of a paper packet, his eyes falling to the treat. “I am devising the most wondrous plan the world has seen to—is that my vanilla pretzel?”

“No.”

He said it so quick and devoid of emotion there was no way to tell whether it was a lie or not. Jae was left peering up at the man as he took another bite, who sent him a thumbs up as a form of endorsement.  “Right. Well... I am devising a plan that will get Wonpil and Y/N to admit their feelings for one another and finally unite as the planet’s best ship and sail off into the distance together!” A victorious grin on his lips, he looked like a man that had already found success. “I have already completed Step 1 with peak success, now I must move to Step 2 and—”

“What was Step 1?”

“Finding out whether their feelings were mutual, of course!” Jae guffawed, surprised that Dowoon could not connect the two dots.

He peered over to him again to see him frowning as he angled himself to take the final bite of the pretzel. Before he could ask what the matter was, he preempted him, stating, “You didn’t know?”

That caught the eldest off guard. “What?”

“You didn’t know that they both like each other?” he glanced towards him, eyes expectant as he shoved the dough past his lips. “I thought everyone knew.”

“Well, I...” Jae coughed, quickly covering his back, “...there’s a difference between assumption and ascertaining proof, maknae. Now that I have evidence I may move onto Step 2.”

“And that is?”

Jae caught the tone of curiosity this time in the intonation of the man’s deep voice, making note to take advantage of it as soon as possible. “Create the confession arrangement. I must make a scenario where the only possible eventuality is that the two confess to one another their true feelings.”

Dowoon nodded, licking his fingertips free of leftover sugar.

“You wanna help?” he enquired, angling his head to get a better view of his band mate’s features, waiting for the smile to arise.

“Sure.” Discarding the paper bag on the coffee table nearby, he lowered himself to the floor, laying on his back and mimicking his elder. 

“Good choice,” Jae clapped, turning his attention back to the ceiling.

“What ideas have you got so far, then?” Dowoon began, drumming his fingers against his stomach as he followed suit.

“Well...” Panic filtered through Jae’s system, as he suddenly realised he didn’t have even the tiniest beginnings of a thread to follow, let alone a part of a suggestion. “We could lock them in a room,” his mouth said before his brain could catch up. He cursed to himself in his head. No, that was stupid. It was so inhumane! 

“What, like an escape room scenario?”

Jae’s head immediately tilted towards the man lying beside him. Yoon Dowoon, as things turned out, was a secret genius. 

Without warning, he laughed, getting to his feet and grabbing the younger by his hand to pull him up after him. “Yes! Exactly like an escape room!” He held him by the shoulders and asked, “Do you have any ideas for any puzzles? Or riddles? Could be an anagram, or a pattern somehow, maybe general knowledge based?”

Dowoon thought long and hard for a moment, and it showed on his face, his dark eyes going wide as his jaw dropped. “No, but I know where to get the keys to the locks on the doors.”

Their eyes met for a good few seconds as Jae mulled over the decision of whether to bring up how he had obtained such knowledge. He finally rationalised he’d ask at another less frantic time. 

“Great!” he exclaimed, before ordering, “You go sort that. I’ll go get some pens and paper. Be quick!”

And so Step 2 was in motion.

Step 3: Organise the Confession Arrangement

“Ok, listen up soldiers,” Jae declared, “because here’s the plan.”

He was stood at the front of the work room beside a board that he’d stolen from the marketing block, proudly displaying a rudimentary plan of the dormitory and accompanied by several haphazard arrows drawn in a dying pen. He overlooked the rest of the room courageously, eyeing up his gang of abductees volunteers, who merely stared at him confusedly in return. 

“Why am I here, again?” Sungjin suddenly enquired, glancing around the room. “This surely is one of those Things-We-Don’t-Tell-Sungjin-About things, right? I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to know about this.”

“But none of us do...!” Jae uttered, rolling his palms to encourage the others to catch onto his meaning. They didn’t. “None of us know about it, yeah? Because none of us did it!”

“But that makes no sense,” Sungjin rationalised immediately, “because someone will have had to have set all the puzzles up?”

Jae didn’t have an answer to that. To both a blessing and a curse, however, he didn’t have to reply to that question. He just got another one in its place.

“I’m sorry, wait, what are we even doing?” Younghyun interjected, glaring at the hastily dictated plan with a curled lip. 

“Getting Wonpil and Y/N together, we’ve been over this, Brian.”

“Surely they can just... do it themselves though, right?” Sungjin countered, squinting at the header of the board. “It really doesn’t require an all-out, multi-step plan—is this Step 3?” 

“Good to see you’re checking the diagram,” Jae retorted.

Younghyun’s voice was incredulous, “How many steps are there?!” 

“Four.” It was Dowoon’s turn to interrupt, it seemed, and he piped up fluidly before Jae could try to regain any control upon the late night board meeting.

“What were steps 1 and 2?!”

“Step 2 was inventing this beautiful idea,” Jae started.

Only for Dowoon to finish, “Step 1 was him working out if Wonpil liked Y/N back.”

It was their turn to eye Jae up in disbelief, a chorus erupting:

“You didn’t know?!”

“How can you’ve not known?!”

“All he does is pine after them...!”

“Alright alright!” Jae called, pleading for the three to settle. To his fortune they did, but most likely only out of the prospective joy of him further making a fool of himself. “The past steps don’t matter, I need your help now to complete Step 3. You will all reap the benefits of Step 4, when this is all a success because—as you said—all Wonpil does is pine after Y/N. This,” he pointed assertively to the diagram, “will put a stop to all that!”

Silence settled over the room as the three all glanced at each other, all nodding in some form in agreement. 

Jae took the chance and continued, his hand laying out the directions on the board as he spoke, “So, all we have to is move Wonpil to Y/N’s room, and set up the puzzles in there. Sungjin, Dowoon, you’re on set-up, Brian you’re on lift duty. It is all objectively simple, but one wrong move could wake either of them up thus exposing the entire ploy and I’ve yet to come up with an excuse so you’ll be on your own.”

“Of course,” Younghyun muttered, not even bothering to look Jae in the eye to convey the sense of how done he was. 

“You’re not helping?” Dowoon piped up, his soft features portraying a slight hue of hurt.

“I can’t, Y/N already expects me. If I’m caught then there’s zero opportunity of a follow up plan—at least one that features me,” Jae explained, ignoring the mumbles of ‘perhaps it would be better that way’ that echoed around the room. He shot a look to the one he suspected the most of being the owner of said grumblings, watching as he leant back in his chair. 

“Can this not at least wait ‘til tomorrow?” Younghyun requested, emphasising his point with a yawn. 

“No! Y/N is out Saturday, and regardless we must strike while the iron is hot!”

This sent the energy of the room from benevolent boredom to startled flurry.

“It’s happening right now?!” The leader desperately looked to the eldest for reassurance that this was most certainly not the case, only to find none.

“Yep,” he stated, a shrug on his shoulders and a smirk on his lips. “Once you’re done, you make sure you leave no trace of yourselves and lock the door. Leave the key on the living room table and then you may return to your own rooms and do what you wish—as long as there is no noise. If their sleep is interrupted, the plan could quickly go south,” he finished with a clap, “now, positions everyone! And good luck!”

With only a few groans, the three practically sprung into action, much to Jae’s surprise. Dowoon piled up the props and prompts riddled with such in his arms, Sungjin holding the door for him and Younghyun who both head out in quick succession. 

“Thank you, Sungjin,” Jae called to the door. He received an expression of many emotions—disdain, disbelief, bemusement—all around a set of very bright eyes. He exhaled abruptly in what was a laugh that demonstrated that mixture, before leaving with the shake of his head.

It was showtime.

You awoke gradually to the sun streaming through the wide gap between the curtains. Groaning, you cursed to yourself about how you’d forgotten to close them the night before.

After admitting that if you wanted to go back to sleep or even just lay in your bed in peace for a bit longer the curtains would have to close, you sat up, only to swear you had shut them the night before.

Rolling out of the covers dozily, you hobbled over to the window, squinting against the light, where upon the curtain tie you found a piece of paper dictating a series of hand-drawn triangles in shades of pink, grey and white. Rubbing your eyes you tried to detach it, only to find it secured with string. 

Feeling confusion flush through your bones as quickly as the sleep left them, you looked across the room to see another sheet of thin card this time, roughly torn at the corner and branded with a giant, rounded, crimson splodge adorned with a malformed triangle of green. 

Both thoughtless and speechless in entirety, your eyes frantically searched the room for further signs of intrusion. To your disturbance you found your room littered with rudimentary placards, decorated with strange arrows directing to one another, or strange looped calligraphy. One was stuck crudely to a Star Wars shopping bag, and as much as you enjoyed The Rise of Skywalker, you definitely did not have a bag for it. Another was blatantly an anagram. Making the mistake of looking up you were confronted with a gigantic poster of a film with the title and cast heading covered by MS Paint swirls. The image depicted seemed familiar, but it didn’t make their staring faces any less intimidating as they glared at you from your ceiling.  It was as if you’d walked into a nightmare that was haunted by puzzless.

“What the actual, ever loving f—” Your voice cut off as soon as your gaze finally rested back upon your bed. Only to find someone else in it. 

Thoroughly creeped out, your brain ricocheting through thoughts and questions like they were caught in a hurricane—who is that, how long have they been there, they were sleeping right next to me, they snuck into my room, is it a sasaeng, did they do anything—you were ready to charge towards the door and yell your lungs out for help.

Until the figure shifted in their sleep, their arms thrown up cutely by their head which peaked out from behind the duvet. It was Wonpil.

Breath catching in your throat, your hand clasped itself to your mouth in an effort to not shriek in surprise more than anything. 

You’d shared your bed with Wonpil. He’d been right beside you, his beautiful face just inches from yours, sleeping peacefully with his hands sweetly gripping the covers and his adorable little snores—

Your heart lurched at the image your mind conjured, for it to then crash over the fact that he had the audacity to sneak into your room.  The conundrum before you left you in turmoil—you couldn’t believe that you’d fallen so hard for a man who would break into your room in the middle of the night and disregard your privacy so blazonly. 

It didn’t make any sense. You’d known Wonpil for a while, and he showed so much respect the entirety of that time. Yes, he was clingy, but you could think of multiple occasions where you had told him to back off and give you space, because you were stressed or angry with someone else or even just too hot to let him lay on your shoulder, and every time he did. You couldn’t think of a single time when he came into your room without knocking either. 

But was that enough to discount the ‘first time for everything’ rule?

Given the circumstances, perhaps it was.

Regarding the mess of your room again, it was plausible that Wonpil could have put up some of the weird pieces of card, but he couldn’t have done it all—not without help at least. Taking in the height of your ceiling, he was too short to reach it. Had someone stood on your bed you would have woken up, there was no doubt about it, and you didn’t have a desk in your room, so there was no chairs to stand on. The nearest ones were in the others’ rooms, but it seemed too far of a stretch—especially since you knew that there was one person that could reach.

Jae.

You glared in disdain at the corner of your room as if you were on The Office, until you remembered that you weren’t alone in the room. 

Taking a deep breath you silently made your way across your rug to the side of your bed. Kneeling in the soft cotton you took in the sight of Wonpil closer this time, resisting the urge to stroke his soft cheek that he’d puffed out as he pouted in his sleep. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he woke. 

“This wasn’t you, was it,” you murmured to him, taking gentle delight in how he wriggled towards you in his sleep at the distant sound of your voice. He looked so sweet, and the concept of being able to wake up to him beside you every morning made heat rush to your cheeks like a tsunami. 

He was so good at making you smile, he could do it without even trying. The thought reminded you of when he had gone out of his way to somewhat try to, making you his chosen target for the only ‘prank’ he’d ever performed. He’d decided that he would for his prank debut place  tiny plastic dinosaurs around the place for you to run into. You’d been bemused, but only for a day, quickly finding him out after catching him placing one in the fridge. 

It was fortunate that you’d been reminded of the memory—even if you were primarily focused on how angelically he’d giggled a threadbare excuse that neither of you believed for a second but only made you fall in love further—as it that had been a while ago, and filling your room with strange and distastefully carried out puzzles was not what you figured his prank comeback would be. He would at the very least make them look nice. 

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” you whispered, tucking the blanket further to his chin to keep him warm before getting to your feet again. You had to admit, you got a bit of a rush out of playing detective, and with a theory hot on your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found evidence that proved it.

First you checked the door it discover it locked as you had expected. Then you moved to the puzzles.  Staring intently at the placards, you found that they all pointed to someone who was either awful at editing and drawing alike, or had simply done it in haste and didn’t care for the visual outcome. However this was not as concrete as you’d imagined. You definitely couldn’t see it being anyone other than Jae but after checking several puzzles and not seeing a single bad joke or reference in sight, you were beginning to doubt your first impressions.

Hearing the bed creak and a groggy whine muffled by a yawn, you flicked your head away from your wardrobe. There you found Wonpil sat up in a nest of your duvets at his waist, with dishevelled hazel tresses endowing him with faux cat ears or sorts. He was barely awake and hardly functioning, blinking lethargically while he slowly returned to the world of the living.

“Morning,” you greeted with a stutter, clearing your throat sheepishly straight after.

His lips spread cutely into a grin. “Morning...!” he sang. 

It took several minutes of you trying to maintain your gaze on the messy art piece that was sleepy Wonpil, before giving up and disappointedly returning to the barely-legible riddle in your hands, for the man to finally speak with up with a frown.

“Wait, why are you in my room?” he enquired, rubbing his nose. “Did you sneak in...?”

“Actually you’re in mine,” you corrected, squinting at the calligraphy so as to let him come to terms with the situation.

His eyes opened in a flash, glancing around the room in astonishment. “Oh my god why am—I’m in yours?!” He gushed with apologies. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t sneak in I promise, I don’t remember coming in here! I don’t understand... did I sleepwalk...?”

“If you did it would be a first,” you stated, chucking the paper to the bin near your closet and staggering to your feet, “it’s ok, Pil, I’m not mad. Besides, I think you were carried.”

“Carried?”

“You always were a heavy sleeper. But that does mean that Younghyun or Dowoon are in on this, which means I don’t understand what this whole thing is,” you explained, glancing up at the ceiling and sighing exasperatedly, “do you recognise that movie?”

Following your line of sight, he jumped at the sudden pair of eyes that he found staring at him. He shook his head. “N-no. Y/N... what’s going on?”

“Apparently the guys decided that for their latest prank they were going to make an escape room of sorts, and then stuck you in here with me for double the fun.”

“But why?”

You shrugged. “I guess they’ll open the door if we figure out all the puzzles of something. Problem is these puzzles are like, stupidly hard.” You pointed over to his right. “Like, why is there a mutant tomato on my wall?”

“Ew,” Wonpil said with a grimace as he beheld the visage of the red splodge. 

“I know right. Whichever one of the did it should never consider art school. Like, ever.”

Silence fell over the two of you as your eyebrows knit together, once again thinking over the possible answers to any of the dozens of puzzles. Wonpil meanwhile slipped out of your blankets and headed towards the door.

You had half a mind to call out to him and say it was locked, but you figured he’d already worked that out, so instead you watched him out of curiosity. 

He came to the door with a stop, rattled on the door handle once, then twice, before pressing his face close to the wood. “Sungjin!” he wailed, before pressing his ear to it to listen.

For several moments there was complete utter quiet over the room and the dorm outside. The only sound that could be heard was the birds outside, and even they broke into quiet when they heard an unusual absence of chatter. 

Then out of the blue Wonpil stiffened in his place, before leaning in even further, his features alert. 

After a few seconds you enquired mimicking the quiet, “What is it?”

“I think I just heard someone tell Sungjin that he ‘needed to remain strong’,” Wonpil looked at you quizzically, “what does that mean?”

“Sungjin’s in on it too?” You were hugely surprised by that, so much so that you couldn’t hide it in your voice, the volume tipping out of the realms of a murmur. You’d thought it was a certainty that Sungjin was not aware of what was going on, because he was too mature to play along. But you’d clearly gotten him wrong this time around.  “Th-that must mean this is serious,” you continued, slipping into a slow pacing motion across to the window and back, “that it’s super funny, or that he goes to seriously gain something from this.”

“But how is this funny, I’m not laughing...!” Wonpil said with a pout audible on his lips. He wondered if there was a funnier side that he was missing out on due to his concern for you overpowering it. He didn’t like how you stepped back and forth, even if it was only slow and steady and hardly impulsive. He didn’t want you to be stressed, he wanted you to be happy.  It dawned on him that it was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold himself back from meeting you part-way and bring you to a stop, his hands brushing your shoulders and squeezing them gently in reassurance as he met your eyes— He shook his head, sending him hurtling out of his imagination just in time to hear you agree.

“Exactly, unless he wrote some of the riddles and his sense of humour was not what I thought it was—what we thought it was.”

“But Sungjin would never use stuff this bad!” he cried, hand motioning to the poorly executed diagrams while his eyes trailed away from you and onto the tomato on the wall. “He would be much more careful than... that—I don’t think he ever could make something that ugly!”

“Exactly!” you echoed his tone of urgency. “Which means he stands to gain! But what the hell does he get out of locking two people in a room with a bunch of evil puzzles?”

Watching your form become gradually tenser by the second, Wonpil’s resolve against his desires loosened before unravelling entirely.

He strode unusually powerfully across the floor, his body blocking you and your pacing in your tracks. His proximity startled you, but as his hands came to gently held your shoulders you realised how tense your body had accidentally become.  Taking a deep breath as best you could with the biggest crush you’d ever had standing right in front of you, you slowly began to calm down. It was just a stupid prank, there was really no reason to get worked up to that extent, or anywhere near it. 

Your thoughts drifted from the circumstances you were currently trapped in however, supplanted by the feel of Wonpil’s touch, and the way his eyes met yours. His eyes were so pretty you felt yourself sink head over heels in them whenever you accidentally made contact. And the emotion that filled them to the brim at that moment and let them glimmer even more than normal in the radiant sunlight caught you even further off guard. You’d seen it a lot, even in large doses, and how it made him look even softer, even more adorable, made you almost spill words from between your lips. However like this, you could barely handle it. 

“Sorry,” you said, willing your voice to remain stable unlike your heartbeat.

“No, don’t be sorry! We’ll get...” It felt like he didn’t want to end his sentence but forced himself to. “So, they’re all in on this?”

His hands fell away from you, just as you looked away from him, unable to catch your breath otherwise. As it turned out it was a lucky move at the right moment. “Yeah, it seems so. N-now why? That’s the question. I don’t know, but what I do know is—”

Having pulled away, you’d begun to walk back to the door, thinking up the words to perhaps call out and talk them into freeing the two of you. Though as you did, your peripheral caught the odd transformation your closet door had done.

After performing a ridiculously overplayed doubletake that would have appeared to any onlookers out of context as fake, you noticed that there was a nearly full-sized image of a deep chestnut archway with the poor illusion (due to the angle) of a small opening inside. Drawing nearer you were able to make out a speckled grate suspended in the right wall of the wooden box.

What the image printed over three sheets of paper was sprung to your head immediately, much alike the jigsaw pieces jumbled in your head slotted together. 

It was a confession chamber. 

You had to confess, but not to a priest.  To Wonpil.

“God works in mysterious ways...” you remembered from the previous day, uttering the words as you replayed them in your mind. “Jae, you shit.”

Wonpil came to your side, peering round to take in your features, searching for an explanation in the sheer beauty he always found there. “What’s wrong?”

“I know how to open the door!” you announced proudly, the sense of victory washing away as you came face to face with what you had to do however. 

Wonpil’s characteristic sunny smile rose to his cheeks, all while you sat there barely able to stomach your anxiety. “Yay! What do we have to do?”

You didn’t know how to go about it. You didn’t know whether to tell him, to ramble, to keep it simple, or to just kiss him like you wanted to for however long it had been. “Confess,” was all that tumbled from your mouth, and you immediately regretted speaking at all.

The subject of your affections stood as silently as you did before him. You could see the rush of thoughts in his head, his cheeks flushing as he finally spoke up, “Confess our... sins?”

“Not sins, no...”

It was at that moment you realised your feelings were mutual. He wouldn’t look you in the eye like he always did, he was skipping over the obvious conclusion,and he wasn’t drastically denying a single thing. He didn’t run, nor hide, in fact he leant towards you. It was only a fraction of an angle, but with a small bite of his lip the air fled your lungs.

“Do you...” you breathed, taking a tiniest step towards him—you’d been so close already, but now he was practically against you, just not quite—as your fingers twitched at your sides, “do you want me to do it?”

His nod was strong compared to his voice which was so delicate, as if he couldn’t believe what was unfurling before him. “Please!” 

With his encouragement you let those ready fingers ease up to the edge of his jaw, gracing the fine stubble there as you sank you palms against his cheeks and held your dreams in your hands. “Wonpil, I’ve liked you for so long... I fell for you, more than anyone I’ve ever met before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t say sorry, I didn’t tell you either,” he reminded with a chuckle, his dark eyes bright and shining and wide at you coming ever closer, “and not being near you makes my heart ache so please, just kiss me and make it stop forever.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice.

His hands barely had enough time to snake around your neck as you bridged the gap and let your lips meet at last. And it was like the whole world sighed in relief. 

His lips were so warm, the softness etched with all his thoughts and his moments of anxiety and sadness. You wanted to kiss them all away, so that the only ones remained were the ones out of happiness, out of his smiles and playfulness. 

It had been so long since you’d began dreaming of this moment, and now it was at last happening you never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and though you felt more than ready to deepen it, there was a click from the door behind you. 

Springing away from each other in surprise, you immediately both looked over to the origin of the sound, your hands meeting in place of your lips.

“It worked?” Wonpil asked the air more so than you, his free fingers extending to the handle tentatively. 

You drew to him, letting go of his hand to place your own on his shoulders a you peered over them. “I think it did!”

Taking a quick glance at you, he twisted the brass and pulled gently, his jaw dropping as a gap formed.

You were free. Though a small part of you was disappointed, probably completely interested in staying in close proximity to your crush without disturbances for as long as possible.

Except he was no longer your crush! Your heart lurched as the awareness dawned on you. Completely disregarding the situation, you mumbled so only he could hear, “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

Wonpil turned his attention back to you, giggling as he stroked your hair. “Of course dummy. Did I not convince you?” He squished your cheek. “We can do it again if it’ll help!”

You had to laugh, wanting to roll with his suggestion entirely, though seeing a shadow approach through the gap in the doorway you had to turn the offer down for now. “Real soon I promise!” After noting his pout that very nearly overwrote your decision in one fell swoop, you continued, “Not when the person who organised this is right outside.”

Your boyfriend threw his head over his shoulder to see a head duck out of sight. You watched as his eyes swept the room before falling intently on the bed—more specifically, the pillows. “Do you want revenge?”

Catching onto his idea and grinning at how childish and petty it would be—in context that the plan had actually worked—you didn’t hesitate, wanting to get a piece of that ‘divine intervention’ that had thrown your morning into disarray when he could have at least warned you.  Besides, it wasn’t like you could turn down a man so precious twice. It would be akin to heresy.

Grabbing both pillows you handed one to Wonpil and came to a halt by the ajar door. “Remember, play dirty when it comes to Jae. He deserves it.”

Sporting his characteristic sunny smile, your boyfriend let out what you had to discern was a cackle as he slipped through the door and led the charge. “You don’t have to tell me.”

A thwack resounded through the dorms from just outside your door and you had to stifle a laugh at the scream that followed.

Perhaps Wonpil didn’t need your help as you had admittedly first expected. 

But where was the fun in that.  

“I’m telling you we could’ve put the movie on the side of her wardrobe!” 

“And I’m telling you it wouldn’t have fit!”

“...You’re never lifting me again.”

You gathered your breath after your surprise revenge assault, sending Dowoon and Sungjin an incredulous look as you passed. Clearly not all your deductions had been correct. Oh well, things had still played out correctly, and catching sight of Younghyun bringing your boyfriend into a side hug as he gushed about how you managed to save them both—clearly playing up the drama but hey, who were you to stop him, you had no qualms with being a knight in shining armour—made a proud blush rise to your cheeks.

Coming further into the living room, you intercepted Jae who had returned from your room after clearing everything up all by himself as you’d ordered.

“I still have no idea why you made me do all that!” he protested as soon as he caught your eye. “This had nothing to do with me! It was, hundred percent, Dowoon. Just Dowoon. He got sick and tired of your pining and...”

You folded your arms, expression proving just how much you didn’t believe his bullshit. 

“You don’t believe me!” he exclaimed, hands flapping. “What have I done to deserve this! Am I not a good friend? Loyal? Like a brother—”

You sighed, shaking your head as you walked over to him, before slipping your arms quickly around his chest. He was startled by the sudden display of affection, but hugged you back nevertheless. “Of course I don’t,” you chuckled, “but we wouldn’t be friends if I did.”

He scoffed at your words, but tightened his arms around you with a smile. He couldn’t have felt prouder in that moment, especially with Younghyun being dragged by Wonpil out of the room [to head out and fetch groceries?] who was delightedly babbling about how soft his best friend felt to cuddle with for real this time. Sungjin meanwhile rolled his eyes at the exchange, padding away and back to the kitchen. 

“Ok this means I can ask what made you work it out.”

You sputtered, though immediately gave in. “The confession chamber on the closet.”

“Ahh that was a good one,” he sighed happily, only to change tact soon after as the realisation sunk in, “wait that wasn’t even mine!” You laughed against him, you head tipping back as he searched the room for the true culprit. “Dowoon was that yours?”

You didn’t hear an answer, though hearing the curse that fell from Jae’s mouth offered enough indication to know that the response was in some shape or form affirmative. 

Laughter bubbling away into the air, you slowly pulled yourself away from the friend that had practically become an older brother to you. He let you go smoothly, but before you parted from him fully, you stood on your toes and whispered, “Thank you,” a smile on your face that was almost as bright as the ones Wonpil always received.

He sent you a grin, followed by a wink, as you followed after your new boyfriend. Leaning so he could see round the corner, he laughed quietly at how you subtly shoved the other man out of the way so you could take Wonpil’s side. 

His heart swelled as your hands naturally found each other’s, linking as if you’d been together for years. It came with a side of a dull ache, as that was what he wanted for himself too.

He wasn’t dismayed for long however. You now owed him after all, and you were well aware of it.

He couldn’t wait to see what you’d come up with. 

~~~

AN: no one can stop me from referencing my own work lmao

also a blackadder reference for anyone who knows!

also in germany there is actually an H note apparently so... fun fact.

Masterlist

[you-did-well-moon]

Announcement

I will now be accepting Day6 requests!! Can’t wait to write about these hooligans!!

[fluffitup]

Day6 reacts to someone catching them and their girlfriend in the act

A/N: Okay so I'm a fucking idiot that can't read so i wrote the wrong thing for the request, I exert big dumb bitch energy, I apologize you had to see that shjajaakka

The ACTUAL request: "Day6 reaction to someone walking in on them and their girlfriend getting it on?"

Sungjin

Sungjin was always either at the studio composing songs or back at the dorms so whenever you wanted to see him the boys would be there too, you didn't mind their company but you barely had alone time with him but today you had a plan. You were at the dorms and of course all the boys were there too, you tried to get them out for a little bit by asking them to go get food but Jae insisted you could just get it delivered so you decided to ask Sungjin to accompany you to go buy the food.

Once you were both in your car, you grabbed his jaw and slammed your lips onto his, you barely gave him time to process what was happening before your hands started to fumble with his belt, early trying to get his pants off. When you broke the kiss all you said was that you had tinted windows then went right back at it. Sungjin normally would've stopped you but he missed your touch way too much to refuse it. You straddled his lap and started leaving hickeys on his chest while he tried to take your bra off but you both stopped your actions when you heard your car door open. Dowoon awkwardly excused himself and shut the door, Sungjin was more embarrassed than you so he wouldn't want to continue. When you both went back to the dorms Sungjin had a talk with Dowoon, well it was more of bribe for his silence.

Jae

You both were just making out but as things got more heated, clothes started to fly off. You both were too caught up in the moment to move to the bedroom so you just did it right there on the studio couch. Just as you could feel your orgasm get closer, Wonpil opened the studio door, Jae didn't even notice he was standing there until you slapped his back and motioned for him to turn around. Wonpil was probably more flustered than both of you because he couldn't even move, it looked as if his soul left his body. Jae however, was pretty calm with the situation, he'd simply try his best to cover you and asked Wonpil to leave and lock his door on the way out. If you wanted to keep going, he's more than happy to provide but I don't think he'd carry on unless you asked. The incident would probably become something you both could laugh about.

Youngk

Youngk was feeling frustrated, he wasn't hitting his notes properly and kept forgetting some of the lyrics, he didn't know what was wrong with himself lately. You went over to the recording studio as Jae told you that he's been there all day without a break, you wanted to make him feel better so you wanted to try something out. He was happy you came to visit him but I was so concentrated on what he was doing that he gave you no attention, you went over to the chair he was seated in and started massaging his shoulders, he relaxed at your touch so you continued.

You kissed at his neck then turned the chair so he could face you, your hands slowly man their way into his pants and you started rubbing his already growing erection. He didn't even try stop you when you started pulling his pants down, you got on your knees and started giving him head. It felt so good that his world was spinning, so he didn't even try stop himself from moaning, not that you were complaining. He was just about to cum when he heard Jae's voice, his eyes shot open and he saw Jae leaning on the door frame, all Jae said before leaving was, "you're lucky it was me that walked in and not the manager, lock the door next time."

Wonpil

Wonpil was always against doing anything naughty in the dorms, he was paranoid you both you get caught and then he'd never heard the end of it from his hyungs but you were feeling extra needy today and he saw how impatient you were getting so he gave in. You both went to his room and went at it, he was hesitant at first but after he got hard it seemed like his worries started to drift away. Just as you started riding him the door swung open and there stood a horrified Sungjin, he quickly closed the door and shouted that you two shouldn't even be doing those things let alone in the dorms. Wonpil was so shocked that he forgot how to breathe, he wouldn't want to continue after what just happened and would be afraid to leave his room because he knew Sungjin was going to give him the scolding of his life.

Dowoon

You invited the members over for dinner and everything was going well until Dowoon had a little bit too much to drink, he was following you around asking if you could both just ditch the members and go off into the bedroom to have your own fun. You tried to ignore him but as time passed you were getting a bit horny yourself, you put on a movies for the boys and when they were all completely absorbed, you and Dowoon snuck off into your bedroom.

As soon as you closed the door he was all over you, kissing your neck and running his hands along your waist, by the time you made it to the bed you wear both already in your underwear. He started pulling your underwear down when the door flung open, Dowoon quickly threw the covers over you to cover your body and sobered up just as fast. Youngk pretended like he didn't see anything and just asked where you kept the popcorn and just like that he left. You and Dowoon got dressed and went back to the lounge, he was expecting all of them to tease him but when you went back none of them said anything though you did notice Youngk and Jae wink at Dowoon.

[stray6ix]

[9:33p.m.] “Right again!” Wonpil cheered as you answered another practice question correctly. He was helping you study after you had failed your last test. Wonpil had reassured you that even though the next test wasn’t for a few more weeks, it was never too early to start studying! Knowing you sometimes lacked the motivation to study, he had come over to ask you practice questions himself. And you had to admit, it was a lot easier to focus on the material when it also involved focusing on Wonpil.

“Pillie~ Thank you for helping me study.”

“Of course! I’m always here to help you! And guess what, I think it’s time for a break!” He exclaimed. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he seemed. One of your favourite things about Wonpil was how contagious his joy was. All he had to do to make you smile and forget your worries was to smile himself.

“Yay! A break sounds perfect! What did you have in mind?” You questioned.

“Cuddling!” Wonpil grabbed your hand and dragged you from your kitchen table to the sofa. He sat down and then pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He couldn’t have picked a better break-time activity. “(Y/n)~” Wonpil cooed, his voice much calmer than before. “You know that no matter what, I love you and am always proud of you right? And that the most important thing is that you always pick yourself up and try again?”

“I know Wonpil, and thank you for always reminding me! You’re constant support and cheering me on mean so much to me,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I love you so much, and I’ll always try my best for myself, and for you.”

“I love you too (y/n). And I promise I’ll help you ace the next test!”

Requested by an anon~ 💕💕

[prettywordsyouleft]

Hello hello, it has been a while since I last commented on chelles chats.. (apart from the comment I just sent lol) would it be too greedy for me to request a playful drabble with either Wonpil or Hyungwon? Love you.

This is complete crack after the other day's conversation, okay? XD

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x female reader

Word count: 400

______________________

"We need to have a little chat."

Hyungwon's immediate smile faltered midway. A range of possibilities cycled through his head, each one making him more anxious than the last.

"Oh? A chat?"

"Mmmmhmmm," you hummed, sitting down beside him. It was then when he noticed only one of your hands was in front of you.

"What's behind your back?"

"Oh, you know, just this," you replied, producing a can of Pepsi. Hyungwon looked between the can and you in complete confusion.

"Is the can part of the chat?"

You nodded. "You're not connecting the dots yet, are you?"

"Afraid not. Did I do something wrong?"

"Not wrong essentially..."

"But not good either, right? Just tell me already. I'm worried I'm in trouble."

"That you are," you confirmed. "You could have warned me!"

"About?"

"You did a Pepsi shoot recently!" you mentioned exasperatedly, and Hyungwon nodded.

"Well, it's not my first time working with the brand, Y/N."

"But it is the first time you've produced photos like this!" you announced, holding up your phone with one of the promo pictures.

Hyungwon looked at the photo carefully. There was nothing that stood out to him to warrant being in trouble. So, he chuckled. "Are you upset by my good looks?"

"Look here," you pointed to the sliver of his bare arm that was cropped almost out of frame.

"That's it?"

"Warning would have been nice!"

"For a bit of skin?" he continued, and you nodded earnestly. "But... you've seen a whole lot more of my body than just that."

"I know, but have your fans?! I almost choked on my drink at lunch today when I saw the photos go up on Instagram!"

"That's really it?"

"Don't play this down!" you huffed, and Hyungwon groaned.

"I was worried I did something really bad! You're so dramatic when you want to be."

"I have spoken to several friends, and they all mentioned it too. It's not dramatic. It's progress in you being comfortable in showing Monbebe more of that body you keep working on."

"Again, a body that you've had full access to," he reminded, and you nodded with a deep sigh.

"Warning is all I ask for."

Hyungwon smirked. "Maybe I should do a pictorial like Changkyun has recently."

"If you do that, I think there will be an outcry in your fandom," you told him as you paled with the concept.

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My ask box is open for this week’s Chelle Chats!

[osamiiya]

sup loser congrats on 5 million anyways 💃 its my job to provide the women so id like to request a day6 concert date w the loml kyouka jirou thank you maam 🛐

ehdjrh ofc you would. We stan the women. And in this fic they have the lightstick in stock bc that was honestly such an L 😤

Pairing: Jirou Kyouka x Reader

Scenario: Day6 concert date

"They made me throw out my sign." You huff, eyes rolling slightly as Jirou smiles.

"Your Wonpil sign?" You nod and grab her hand, the two of you had just gotten inside the venue, listening to the chatter and day6 music play as you waited in the merchandise line.

As you wait in line you meet a bunch of people, a girl giving out pins and stickers, others who made small conversation while you waited the hour it took to get to the front.

"Two lightsticks please." Jirou clears her throat and smiles politely at the man working the merchandise, she theb pays for both lightsticks, against your complaints, and the two of you head in.

The atmosphere is electric and the excitement is contagious as it radiates over the hundreds of people in the venue.

Then the lights dim, Jirou cringing slightly at the loud screams of everyone around you.

The concert goes on for a couple hours, Jirou even singing along with you as the venue sang 'Congratulations'.

She's smiling with you the entire time, waving the lightsticks with you and taking pictures. When it ends, your throats are sore and you head down to the front of the stage to pick up some of the confetti, taking the memory with you.

"You know, I thought they would play 'Shoot me'." She squeezes your conjoined hands as the two of you walk towards the subway.

"But they played 'I'm serious'." You point out, having been pleasantly surprised when they announced that they changed the set list.

On the subway the two of you laugh as you quote funny things the members said in between sets, and looking over the merch and things you received from people.

"This was fun." You smile, nearing the U-A dorms.

"Yeah, it was." Your smile is contagious, and fills Jirous chest with butterflies.

"We should come the next time they're touring." Jirou hums, laughing slightly.

Of course, any excuse to spend more time with you.

[got-svt]

•˖*  inspired by the david levithan novel of the same name

•˖*  a collection of 500-700 word imagines based on a certain word

•˖*  for the groups:       seventeen, nct, got7, day6

•˖*  i usually get the words from other-wordly or beautiful-words

•˖*  requests are: closed

𝐚

aubade ↳  a love song sung at dawn. — mark lee x reader

𝐛

balter ↳  to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment. — xu minghao x reader

brontide ↳  the low rumble of distant thunder — young k x reader

𝐝

dormiveglia ↳  the space that stretches between sleeping and waking. — jackson wang x reader

𝐟

foudroyant ↳  dazzling, stunning in effect. — jung jaehyun x reader

𝐠

groak ↳  to stare longingly at someone who is eating in the hope that they will ask you to join them. — kim wonpil x reader

𝐢

inure ↳  to grow comfortable, accustomed to, or accept something undesirable. — lim jaebeom x reader

𝐫

redamancy ↳  the act of loving the one who loves you, a love returned in full. — mark tuan x reader

𝐬

sillage ↳  the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume. — lim jaebeom x reader

𝐯

vernorexia ↳  a romantic mood inspired by spring. — lee seokmin x reader

[fallinnflower]

masterlist

request rules:

i’ll (try to) write for almost any idol you request

i don’t write smut, but i am willing to write suggestive content (never with minors)

almost any genre/au is okay with me~

most of my reader inserts probably read more fem-leaning, but i am trying to be more aware and inclusive!!! when i write, it's from my own perspective in a situation (somewhat) which causes the insert to have some of my traits/thoughts in certain situations.

s.coups

time (fluff)

lean on me (fluff, established relationship, unit song fic series)

all along (university!au, fake dating!au, friends-to-lovers, request)

perfect (fluff, part of the intimacy anthology project)

jeonghan

attraction (fluff, college!au, request)

falling for u (fluff, college!au, barista!au) 1 - 2 - 3

feel special (angst to fluff, non-idol!au, mafia!au, request)

pinwheel (angst, ex-lovers!au, unit song fic series)

royal admirer (prince!jeonghan x actress!reader, fluff, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers!au)

pretty baby (established relationship, non-idol!au, part of the intimacy anthology project)

joshua

drift away (angst, non idol!au, hanahaki!au)

well-played (fluff, college!au)

hear the sea (siren!au)

habit (angst, ex-lovers!au, unit song fic series)

dark honey (musician!joshua, barista!reader, nuisances-to-lovers?)

jun

good morning (fluff)

solemn vow (arranged marriage!au, non-idol!au, angst)

247 (fantasy, faerie!jun, unit song fic series)

weakness (fluff, established relationship, challenging words prompt)

in the bed (fluff, slice of life)

hoshi

call me (fluff)

OMG (suggestive, demon!hoshi, unit song fic series)

worth it (university!au, strangers to lovers, fluff)

will you be there? (apocalypse!au, established relationship, drama, fluff)

wonwoo

chilli (fluff, non-idol!au, unit song fic series)

woozi

workaholic (fluff)

20 (fluff, friends-to-lovers!au, unit song fic series)

unpredictable (fluff, neighbors to lovers)

dk

outlier (angst/fluff, soulmate!au, non idol!au)

the cat’s meow (neighbor!au, fluff, request)

hug (fluff, friends-to-lovers!au, college!au, unit song fic series)

in your arms (angst, hurt/comfort)

method acting (actor!au, drama, fluff)

mingyu

identity crisis (fluff, tiny bit of angst)

princess (fluff)

monday to saturday (fluff, non-idol!au, unit song fic series)

01:01 (fluff, hurt/comfort?, non-idol!au)

the8

burning up (fluff, humor)

fated (fluff, soulmate!au, college!au)

reunion (fluff)

lilili yabbay (angst, vampire!the8, unit song fic series)

keep the sunshine (in my heart) (university!au, group trip!au, fluff)

forsaken (demon!hao, drama, historical!au)

seungkwan

second life (fluff, angst, royalty!au, unit song fic series)

(you’re my) home (exes to lovers!au, angst, fluff, request)

vernon

crush’d (fluff, high school!au)

sweet summer (fluff, best friends to lovers, high school!au)

if i (angst, soulmate!au, unit song fic series)

meow.mp3 (fluff, slice of life)

dino

fortune (fluff)

shhh (hogwarts!au, rivals!au, unit song fic series)

jae

treat you better (fluff, college!au, best friends to lovers!au)

blanket burrito (fluff)

tickled pink (fluff, songwriter!reader, request)

dumb luck (fluff, college!au, friends to lovers, request)

sungjin

take it easy (fluff, college!au)

champagne & butterflies (fluff, request)

young k

hi, hello (fluff)

somebody (indie band!au, fluff, strangers to lovers?, request)

you sound so sweet (when you lie to me) (bad boy!au, rock band!au, request)

phantom touch (sequel bad boy!au, rock band!au, request)

fresh start (non-idol!au, college!au, fuckboi!brian, request)

the witch & the nine-tailed fox (kumiho!au, historical-fantasy!au, drama) - 2

enchanting (fluff, maybe comedy, magic!au)

wonpil

hold out your hand (non-idol!au, mild angst to fluff, request)

together with you (fluff, college!au, soulmate!au, request)

the seamstress & the dragon (river god!au, historical fantasy, strangers to lovers, drama, angst, slow burn)

dowoon

spine-tingling (fluff, non idol!au, halloween 2018)

when you love someone (fluff, non-idol!au, pregnancy!au, request)

clementines & other comforts (fluff, implied best friends to lovers!au, request)

all

Day6 confessing to you (request)

Day6 reaction to their s/o having a bad habit/coping mechanism for stress (request, angst, abuse of alcohol)

donghun

rewards (non idol!au, fluff, slightly suggestive)

wow

need a lift? (fluff)

this moment (fluff, friends-to-lovers)

jun

tattletale (fluff)

bee mine (fluff, humor, non-idol!au)

ours (fluff)

watch over you (fluff, parent!au, request)

byeongkwan

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chan

cotton candy skies (fluff; best friends to lovers!au)

st.van

a ‘crumby’ day (fluff/humor, college!au)

baron

pink in the night (fluff, soulmate!au, non-idol!au)

the one with the ferris wheel cliche (ft. st.van, fluff, non-idol!au, double date!au)

strawberry blond (bittersweet fluff, non-idol!au, request)

ace

daily cardio (fluff, college!au)

ayno

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lullaby (fluff, non-idol!au, request)

better late (angst to fluff, bad boy!au, non-idol!au, request)

lou

love lessons (fluff, college!au, slight angst)

ziu

love thy neighbor (fluff, neighbors!au)

all

reaction: VAV confessing (fluff, request)

taeil

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johnny

it all goes to you ft. ten (angst to fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au)

for(n)ever (angst, non-idol!au)

be alright (angst to fluff, implied friends to lovers)

taeyong

frog days (fluff)

doyoung

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yuta

coming soon

jaehyun

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win win

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aron

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minhyun

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evening by evening (demon!au, angst, fluff)

jaebeom

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mark

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jackson

in absentia (hermes!au, angst)

lucky one(s) (soulmate!au, request)

vicious cycle (angst, college!au, hanahaki!au)

jinyoung

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youngjae

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bambam

red velvet (modern prince!bambam x fashion designer!reader, fluff)

yugyeom

sparkling snow (university!au, friends to lovers, fluff)

yeonjun

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beomgyu

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taehyun

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hueningkai

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[letsnotdoanything]

‘’mr. coolest guy’’

hey, hey!

I’m back with a scenario requested by @deardayjm​. I hope you don’t mind that I did it as headcanons, and that you will enjoy reading it!

The request:

hi! can i request for a scenario with jae where he likes his best friend (reader) and the reader likes him too but he didn’t know then suddenly somebody told him that brian likes the reader too so he becomes so overprotective and jealous he ends up confessing to the reader? hehe

Pairing: Jae x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, highschool!au, friends to lovers!au

Words: 1,486

Warnings: a few light curse words

• "That's cheating!" you cried, falling back on the couch and throwing your controller to the side

• you couldn't believe the numbers that were now displayed on the screen in front of you - how the hell had Jae managed to beat you with so many points?

• the boy leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "I won, and you lost. That means I'm better than you, accept it."

• refusing to look at him, you murmured a few curse words under your breath, which he - telling by the lasting victorious smile on his face - didn't hear

• "one more round?" Jae asked. "loser buys take-out."

• this time, you turned to him and furrowed your eyebrows in thought. the possibility that you would finally win was really low, and if so, only by some coincidence.

• "deal."

•

• you stretched out your limbs that went sore from being in the sitting position for too long. "I think I'm gonna head home."

• "mmmh," Jae hummed while yawning. "text me when you're there."

• "sure, mom."

• you stood up lazily and started gathering your belongings. after one last check, disappeared behind the front door

• you couldn't stop the shiver of excitement that ran down your spine. Jae was like a charger for you, his presence filling you with positive energy (not that you couldn't get tired or sleepy, we all have our limits)

• on the other side, Jae's chest felt heavy at the sound of you closing the door. he missed you. your smile, your voice, your scent, even though you left just a minute ago. it felt almost impossible to wait until the next morning when he would see you again in school

• it wasn't normal for friends to feel that way, he knew it. he realized a while ago, that what he felt wasn't what friends should feel towards each other

• and although he wasn't the shy type, there was something that made him sweat whenever he thought about confronting you about it

• feelings are messed up, man

•

• Jae got lost in his thoughts

• he was sitting with his usual group of friends on his usual seat, surrounded by the usual turmoil 

• but one thing wasn't going as usual - you weren't there yet, and you would barely ever come late for the lunch break

• "so," Minji's voice ripping through the racket brought him back on earth. "have you heard the rumor?

• "what rumor?" Wonpil, who was sitting next to her, asked.

• "really?" Minji said. "the whole school is talking about that."

• Jae looked around the table to see if any of his friends looked nearly as excited as her; to no surprise, as Minji had a habit of exaggerating, it seemed that it wasn't only him who had never heard about the gossip that supposedly everyone knew

• "enlighten us." Wonpil inquired

• she adjusted herself on the seat as if she was getting ready for a big outburst. "well, Kang Younghyun has a crush on y/n!"

• and as she had foreseen, most people at their table went wide-eyed or pressed a hand to their mouths with a gasp

• Jae, too, was taken aback, even though he had no idea who Kang Younghyun was. his jaw dropped alongside his heart, and he remained quiet due to the growing lump in his throat

• "what? that Kang Younghyun?" Hyeri asked, leaning on the table

• "who's that Kang Younghyun?" Dowoon blurted out, looking rather shocked by the reaction than by the rumor itself. Jae thanked him in his head

• "oh, come on!" Minji begged. "have you been in this school since yesterday? he's like the coolest guy in our school!"

• "and he's in a band!" Hyeri added.

• "yeah, and he's a year older..." the first girl finished, resting her chin on her fist and looking at the ceiling with dreamy eyes

• Dowoon also looked up, probably searching for the insect or a stain he thought she was looking at

• at that point Jae was pretty sure that Minji and Hyerin shared a single brain cell

• if he knew that being older was so attractive, he would have got born earlier

• from that moment, he stopped listening to the excited rambling and just stared mindlessly at his hands, deep in thoughts about the news they just heard

• unsurprisingly, they were all about you again

• that was until his friends suddenly went silent and a silhouette appeared next to him

• "sorry, guys, mr. Kim asked me to take some papers to the teachers' room." you apologized, slightly out of breath from running to the cafeteria in order to make it before the break ended. "what were you talking about?"

• "nothing!" Minji was first to answer, not keen to clue you in to the rumor. "you know, just school shit."

•

• "Youngㅡ youㅡ what?"

• you were at Jae's place again, your backpacks thrown to the corner of the bedroom as you sat on his bed. you just told him about the unexpected thing that happened that day - Younghyun had invited you to his band's performance later that week

• "well, I don't really know why, you know we never really talked or anything..." you played with the hem of one of your socks, not noticing the way his eyes nearly jumped out of the orbits

• "and what did you say?" the boy asked. he felt a bit relieved, knowing that you hadn't heard the gossip yet. it seemed like his friends didn't want to unveil it to you, but it might have as well slipped off Minji's or Hyerin's tongue

• "I told him I'd come," you shrugged. "I don't have anything to do on thursday anyway."

• Jae's mouth opened before he could even think about it. "you can't go there!"

• "what? why?"

• "you..." you can't go there for him, he thought. "we have a test on friday!"

• "since when do you care so much about tests, huh?" you tried to joke, although his abrupt answer caught you off guard. "I can study on wednesday."

• "no!" Jae repeated. it was getting harder to keep his tone calm. "don't go there."

• you felt your blood starting to boil. "jeez, Jae, what is your problem?"

• "I don't have a problem."

• "yeah, clearly, you don't," you said sarcastically. "then why do you want me not to go see Younghyun so much?"

• "because I liked you first, okay?!" Jae snapped, throwing his arms in the air. "I liked you before he even knew your name! but then mr. coolest guy in our schoolㅡ" he made a quotation mark in the air with his fingersㅡ "came and hit on you because who would say no to him?"

• stony silence fell in the room as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. you were trying to digest the information you had just been given, while Jae waited patiently for your response. when one didn't come, he continued:

• "so you don't know," his lips moved into a bitter smile. "everyone is on about how that Kang Younghyun has a crush on you."

• at that moment, you couldn't care less - you weren't even sure if you heard the last sentence correctly. in your mind, there was only one phrase bouncing around and trying to sink in. "you... you like me?"

• "what?" Jae was a bit confounded, probably just realizing that he actually did say those words. he scratched the back of his neck. "oh... well, yeah, I guess I have for quite some time nowㅡ"

• "for quite some time? oh my god, Jae, you're such a goober, you know that?"

• you walked closer to the boy, the proceeding scowl now replaced by a wide grin. standing on your fingertips to be able to reach high enough, you placed a short and sweet peck on Jae's cheek. "I like you too, dumbass."

• "so you don't like Younghyun?" he seemed dumbfounded, as if he couldn't figure out whether that whole situation was real or not. "even though he's in a band? and he's older than us?"

• "I don't even know him, why would all that matter?" you laughed.

• "Minji saidㅡ"

• your eyebrows raised in amusement. "you believed her?"

• Jae's ears went red, even more than before. You were right - Minji, of all people, wasn't the best love-advisor, and he felt foolish for trusting so doubtlessly in what she had said

• and although Jae made a mental note to give more thought to her words next time, he quickly set that conclusion aside

• what mattered was that he could finally call you his, and he was all yours

[noona-clock]

What’s Your Sign?: Taurus

Genre: College!AU, Fake Dating

Pairing: Wonpil x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Drinking, Sexist pig dudes 🙄

Words: 5,567

Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜

It was getting to that point of the night when Wonpil wondered why he had even come to this party.

I mean -- besides the fact his roommate, Brian, had practically forced him to come.

“I’m not going to let you sit in our room and play the keyboard again. Finals are almost over! School is practically done for the semester! We’ve got the whole summer ahead of us! Just come to this party -- you’ll have plenty of time to play your piano in the next couple of months.”

And then a smirk had tugged at Brian’s lips.

That was a bad sign. Nothing ever good came of Brian smirking.

“I heard that Y/N will be there,” Brian had added, which -- of course -- had perked Wonpil up.

You were the best friend and roommate of Brian’s girlfriend, and from the moment Wonpil had met you last year, he’d been head over heels in like with you. You were beautiful, smart, funny, vivacious, affectionate -- everything Wonpil had ever wanted.

So, that’s how he’d finally been convinced to come. And that’s why he was currently sitting in an armchair in the corner of a loud, crowded room with an empty cup and a cat in his lap.

He’d caught glimpses of you earlier on, but you had simply smiled and greeted him -- as you always did. You hadn’t struck up a conversation with him or asked him about his summer plans.

It’s not like you were rude -- that was far from the truth. You were the friendliest person he’d ever met. It’s just that whenever you’d tried to get to know him in the past, Wonpil had clammed up, his nerves taking over and rendering him entirely useless. It always happened whenever he was around a girl he had a crush on, and you were no exception.

So, now you just smiled and greeted him. And Wonpil smiled and greeted you back. And that was the extent of your social interactions.

Le sigh.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he needed another drink.

He scratched the cat behind the ears, frowning as he apologized for having to move him. Hopefully, the little guy would still be there when he got back.

Once the cat hopped down, Wonpil stood and began to make his way toward the kitchen to refill his cup. He weaved through the people blocking his way, keeping his focus on not bumping into anyone.

But then, when he reached the doorway of the kitchen, his gaze landed on you.

A very uncomfortable you.

Some hulking, smirking guy was standing incredibly close to you, and you were clearly trying to push him away -- verbally rather than physically, though Wonpil was sure you would resort to actually pushing him if you had to.

Your eyes began to search the room, flashes of panic sparking in them.

Wonpil couldn’t stop staring at you, his brow furrowed with concern. He watched you looking around the kitchen frantically and then, all of a sudden, your gaze landed on him.

His heart leaped into his throat as a smile curved your lips, and you lifted your hand to wave at him. First, you waved to say ‘hi,’ but then you waved him over to you, silently asking him to come and talk to you -- or in this case, come and rescue you.

But how could Wonpil rescue you from... Wonpil’s eyes shifted to look at the very tall, very brawny guy hovering over you.

How was he supposed to rescue you from him?

He obeyed your request, anyway, because -- it was you. He would do anything for you even though you had no idea.

Wonpil clutched his empty cup and made his way over to you, looking just a bit nervous and just a bit confused.

“Hey,” you smiled as soon as he got close enough.

And then you did something Wonpil would never expect in a million years.

You reached out to him, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him closer.

You slid your arm around his waist. You clutched the back of his shirt. You smiled adoringly over at him.

What.

Was going.

On?

Before Wonpil could fully register just how close he was standing and how you were touching him, the tall, brawny dude spoke up.

“This is your boyfriend?” he asked with skepticism.

Wonpil choked on the drink he hadn’t even gotten yet. He froze momentarily, but then he felt you clutch his shirt more tightly.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

You tugged on his shirt, and the movement spurred Wonpil into action.

He put his arm around your shoulders, pressing his lips together and nodding. There was absolutely no way he could force himself to say anything right now, so a nod would have to do.

The tall, brawny dude narrowed his eyes in confusion, obviously wondering why you would be dating Wonpil -- not quite as tall and certainly not as brawny as him.

Wonpil was actually wondering the same thing.

But then Tall, Brawny Dude simply shrugged, lifted his eyebrows, and murmured a whatever before turning and leaving.

Once he was out of earshot, you let go of Wonpil’s shirt and let out a relieved exhale.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “I’m so sorry to just spring that on you. I saw you standing there and kind of panicked.”

Wonpil cleared his throat to dislodge the lump of fear and replied, “No, no -- it’s okay. I’m sorry he was bothering you,” he croaked.

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. “I just wanted to have a good time tonight -- not be harassed by some wrestler.”

Before Wonpil could express his sympathy, you looked down at his cup and held your hand out to take it.

“Were you getting a drink?” you asked as you looked back up at him.

Making eye contact with you took his breath away, so Wonpil did what he did best around you: he nodded silently.

“Here, let me,” you murmured before taking the cup from him and turning toward the refreshment table.

After you ladled some punch out for him, you turned back and held his cup out with a small grin.

But then your eyes shifted to one side, and you whispered -- your lips barely moving  -- “Oh, god, there he is again.”

Before Wonpil had even registered your words, you leaned in, lifted yourself up slightly on your toes, and captured his lips in a kiss.

It was a very brief, very chaste, very casual kiss but oh my god you had just kissed him and now there was a whole herd of butterflies in his stomach and it kind of felt like the room was spinning and you were holding his cup out to him so he took it and then you said something but there was a nervous roaring in his ears so he couldn’t hear the actual words but then it looked like you gasped and you grabbed his arm and what was going on?

“Wonpil,” you said, shaking him a little and successfully getting him out of his trance.

“Hmm?” he hummed with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, you obviously don’t have to,” you began. “But there’s this guy in my biology class who’s asked me out probably twenty times this semester. I have my final for that class on Monday. Would you... be willing to meet me outside in case he follows me out and tries to talk to me again?”

Wonpil’s forehead wrinkled in confusion, but before he could answer, you spoke again.

“I won’t ask you to do this again, I swear. And I’ll buy you lunch after?”

...You would buy him lunch? So... he would get to spend an entire meal with you? Alone?

He barely even had to think about it.

“Okay.”

A wide smile instantly appeared on your lips, and Wonpil’s heart almost stopped.

“Really?!” you asked with an excited squeal.

He nodded again, and he actually wondered if you would ever notice that’s basically all he did when he was in your presence.

You quickly reached out and grasped his upper arms, squeezing them as your smile grew even wider. “Thank you,” you gushed. “I’ve been trying and trying to get him to stop talking to me but he’s just too persistent. And he’s not doing anything harmful, so I can’t really report him to the professor, y’know?”

Obviously, hearing this made Wonpil’s blood start to boil, but he was patient enough not to lose his temper.

“He’s not being persistent,” he told you with a small shake of his head. “He’s being a jerk. No means no.”

And if pretending to be your boyfriend would help get rid of him and make your life easier, he was all too happy to oblige.

You shot him a very impressed look and said, “That’s right it does! No wonder Brian’s friends with you. You’re smart.”

Wonpil bit his lip to hide a bashful but delighted smile, though he knew he was doing a bad job at it. His cheeks were definitely turning pink, too.

“Anyway,” you said with a grin. “I don’t want to keep you from whatever you were doing before you came to get a refill.”

...Should he even tell you that he had just been sitting in a chair petting a cat?

Probably not.

“What if that guy comes back?” he asked cautiously.

“Even if he does, he shouldn’t bother me,” you shrugged.

Which was all well and good, of course, but... Wonpil didn’t want to leave your side. He wanted to stay with you.

That sounded a little pathetic.

Oh, well.

“What if other guys try to ask you out?” he pointed out, his forehead wrinkling slightly. It was entirely possible! You had the looks and the enticing personality, without a doubt.

“Well,” you chuckled. “If you would like to stick around and step in if you need to, be my guest.”

Wonpil suddenly held his cup out to you and said, “Here. I wasn’t that thirsty, anyway. I was getting a drink because I was bored.”

And if he was going to keep an eye on you for the rest of the night, he wanted his mind to be as clear as possible.

“Thanks,” you said softly, taking the cup and lifting it up in a Cheers motion.

You turned and headed into another room, Wonpil following closely -- but not too closely -- behind you.

Wonpil spent the rest of the evening standing next to you as you chatted with your friends, refilling your cup, making eye contact with any guy who seemed to look at you... 

It was the most fun he’d ever had at a party.

Of course, you’d introduced him to your friends as Brian’s friend, which was totally understandable and fine. He hadn’t thought you would introduce him as your boyfriend -- or even your friend. You’d also told them he was doing you a favor... and by the end of the night, Wonpil realized you had also done him a favor. He hadn’t met that many people in one night since... ever?

“All right, fake boyfriend,” you said as you leaned against him, your words slightly slurred. “I’m gonna head out.”

Wonpil had been refilling your cup whenever you’d emptied it and only now thought about how much you’d had to drink.

“Uh... let me walk you back,” he said, taking hold of your arms and beginning to steer you toward the front door of the house.

“What a gentleman! A real gentleman, not a fake one.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Wonpil’s lips, and when the two of you got outside, he put an arm around your shoulder to keep you steady as you walked.

You talked the entire time, and since nobody else was with you, Wonpil talked back. He laughed at your ridiculous, tipsy statements, answered your nosy, tipsy questions, and gently argued with you when you said you were entirely and completely sober.

Wonpil walked you into your dorm, but you stopped suddenly when you approached your door.

“Oh, that’s right,” you whispered.

“What? What’s right?” Wonpil whispered back.

You gestured toward a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the doorknob and said, “I forgot Brian was spending the night. I said I would go home with one of my friends, but I totally forgot.”

...Would Wonpil be a complete heel if he --

Okay, no more second guessing. 

He knew his intentions were honest, and hopefully, you would, too.

He was doing it.

“You can sleep in my room,” he offered. “I just washed my sheets, you can take my bed. I’ll sleep in Brian’s.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly.

Wonpil nodded silently. Apparently, he was back to doing that again.

You reached up and patted his cheek, beaming over at him. “You’re a stand-up guy, did you know that?”

Wonpil felt his cheek start to burn, and he smiled back at you shyly before he turned you around and started guiding you back outside.

Thankfully, you weren’t so drunk that you needed help getting ready for bed or anything. Wonpil would have done it, of course, but he would have been extremely embarrassed and awkward about it.

As it was, he had given you one of his t-shirts to wear as pajamas and fled the room to one of the bathrooms down the hall.

“Wow, your bed is comfy,” you murmured after flopping onto it and nestling your face in his pillow.

Wonpil had just returned to the room and slipped into Brian’s bed -- one far less comfortable than his own, but he wouldn’t point that out to you.

“Thanks,” he replied, though... it seemed kind of a weird thing to be thanking you for, but... oh, well.

“No, thank you for letting me sleep here,” you said with a yawn. “I know it wasn’t the best decision for me to say ‘yes’ to a guy I don’t really know, but... I don’t know. You don’t seem like other guys.”

Wonpil wasn’t quite sure how to take that. Sometimes when a girl said something like that, it was a precursor to a Friend Zone. Other times it meant they thought the guy was weird -- and not in a good way.

Actually, Wonpil was well aware that he was pretty weird. He just liked to think it was a quirky and endearing kind of weird. Not a gross and creepy kind of weird.

“What do you mean?” he asked softly.

He heard you rustling around, and when you spoke again, your voice was clearer -- you’d obviously turned over to face him. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but... you seem like you’re... pure. Like, legitimately a pure cinnamon roll. A sweet little kitten I just want to put in my pocket and take care of forever.”

...Wonpil still wasn’t quite sure how to take that.

“I like that,” you continued. “Most of the guys I’ve met at this school are... well, like the guy from the party. Not my type at all. You just seem different.”

Okay, Wonpil was pretty sure he liked that. If the guys here weren’t your type at all, but he was different... that probably meant he was your type. Right?

“Well, Brian, too. But he’s off-limits.”

...Sigh.

You just had to go and say that, didn’t you?

“Well, anyway. Thank you,” you said sleepily. “See you in the morning.”

Wonpil hummed softly before replying, “Yeah. See you.”

Except he knew he probably wasn’t going to get a lot of sleep. Being in the same room as the person you’ve been crushing on for months would do that to you.

And, what do ya know?! He was right.

After tossing and turning and meditating and staring at the ceiling and daydreaming for hours, Wonpil gave up and decided to just get out of bed before you had the chance to wake.

He got dressed quickly, filling up a cup of water and setting it on his nightstand with a couple of headache pills for you to take, and then he headed out to the nearest dining hall for breakfast. 

His plan was to stay out until you’d left; if he was still in the room when you woke up with a hangover -- even a slight one -- how awkward would that be? Plus, he didn’t want you to change your mind about the waiting for you outside of your final exam on Monday thing, and for some reason, he thought you would do just that if you woke up and saw him there.

It didn’t really make sense, but he was already loading up a plate with eggs and toast, so there was no turning back now.

Wonpil had spent the rest of the weekend at his keyboard with his headphones on, wanting to avoid talking to Brian about the events of the party and afterward. He hadn’t seen you on Saturday morning as planned, and Brian hadn’t come back to the dorm until the afternoon.

He had figured his roommate would annoy and tease him like crazy about everything -- hence the headphones.

But even when he’d stopped practicing his music to go eat or get ready for bed, Brian hadn’t said anything about you. So... maybe he hadn’t heard anything?

Actually, the first time Wonpil had heard anything about you was when you’d texted him on Sunday night about your final the next day. 

You’d explained that Brian’s girlfriend had given you his number, and you’d even apologized in case that was super creepy.

It wasn’t, of course. 

But, anyway. You’d asked if he was still up for meeting you after your final and assured him it was more than completely understandable if he didn’t want to. It was kind of a weird request, after all.

It wasn’t, of course.

I mean, not coming from you.

If some random stranger passing by on the street asked him to pretend to be his or her boyfriend, he would definitely think twice about it.

But you?

You’d told him when and where he needed to meet you, and he’d replied back that he would definitely be there. No hesitation whatsoever.

And, so, here he was. Standing outside of the Biology building, a few minutes before the end of your exam. Waiting to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Totally normal.

He paced around a little, reaching up to ruffle and fix the hair hanging over his forehead -- if he was going to be your boyfriend, he certainly wanted to look the part. And when the front door of the building opened, he stood up straight, raising his eyebrows as he watched for you.

As soon as he saw you file out behind a few other students, he lifted one hand and waved at you, his lips spreading into a soft grin.

When you made eye contact with him, you clutched the straps of your backpack, returned his grin, and headed right to him. You shifted your eyes to the side and slightly tilted your head back as you walked, signaling to Wonpil that the bothersome Biology guy was walking behind you.

So, Wonpil smiled wider, letting his true feelings about being excited to see you (and see you walking toward him, no less) take over.

“Hey,” you greeted when you finally approached him, tilting your head up to gaze at him adoringly.

And Wonpil just couldn’t help himself. He reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, his heart leaping into his throat when he felt you press your face into the crook of his neck.

When the guy you’d been discreetly gesturing to passed the two of you, Wonpil heard him mutter a very impolite word -- one that could only be directed at you.

Wonpil’s brow furrowed, and he pulled away from you. There was no way he could let that slide.

“Excuse me?” Wonpil said, tilting his head in confusion.

Bothersome Biology Guy paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Huh?” 

“I just heard you call my a girlfriend a -- well, I’m not going to repeat it.”

“...No, I didn’t.”

Before the guy had a chance to keep walking, Wonpil said, “Yes, you did. Are you just saying that because she wouldn’t go out with you? Because she has a boyfriend?”

Just as the guy let out a somewhat frustrated sigh, Wonpil felt you gently grab his elbow. You whispered, “You don’t have to do this,” but he pretended like you hadn’t.

The guy finally turned around to face Wonpil, and he replied with, “She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend, okay?”

Wonpil frowned. “And that’s the only reason you should’ve stopped asking her out?”

“If she had a boyfriend, she should have just said so!” the guy retorted.

“No, that’s really none of your business,” Wonpil continued. “She said all she needed to say to you to get you to stop bothering her: No. A girl shouldn’t have to give a reason for not wanting to go out with someone, and you shouldn’t feel obligated to know why she said ‘no.’ It only matters that she did say ‘no,’ and any guy who doesn’t understand that is part of the reason why women are scared to walk alone anywhere.”

The guy sputtered and stammered, but Wonpil took your hand and turned to walk away before he could actually say anything.

“Whoa,” you chuckled in amazement once the two of you got far enough away from Bothersome Biology Guy. “That was amazing.”

It was also amazing that you couldn’t hear how quickly and loudly Wonpil’s heart was beating inside his chest.

“Well, it wasn’t okay that he said that about you. And it wasn’t okay he doesn’t think ‘No’ is enough.”

“You’re right,” you replied, squeezing his hand -- and it had taken until now for Wonpil to realize you were still holding his hand. You hadn’t let go even though the two of you couldn’t even see the Biology building anymore.

“My tactic was just to ignore him, though,” you continued. “I think yours was much more effective.”

“Let’s hope so,” Wonpil said with a soft sigh.

“So, where are we eating lunch? My treat, your choice,” you reminded him.

Wonpil bit the inside of his cheek briefly before glancing over at you. “Pizza?”

You beamed at him before lifting your free hand and resting it over your heart. “No wonder you’re my boyfriend,” you said with a dreamy sigh. “We have the same taste in lunch.”

Unsurprisingly, Wonpil’s cheeks warmed, his mouth curved into a wide grin, and he just barely held back a delighted giggle at your words.

You squeezed his hand again before telling him your absolute favorite pizza parlor was pretty close by, just off the edge of campus. Wonpil, of course, agreed to going there, and you picked up the pace just a little bit as you began to lead him there.

And you still didn’t let go of his hand.

You talked the rest of the way to the restaurant about nothing in particular, though as soon as the two of you sat down at a table, you raised your eyebrows over at him and said, “Thank you, by the way. Really. For what you said to him.”

A shy smile immediately tugged at the corners of Wonpil’s lips, and he lifted his shoulders slightly. “Oh, no, it -- it was nothing.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t nothing to me. Honestly, more guys need to think the way you do.” You frowned in thought, but then you jerked back a little as if you had suddenly remembered something. “Oh, yeah! And thank you for leaving the headache medicine on your nightstand on Saturday morning. I waited a little to see if you would come back, but after a while, it felt too creepy to just sit in your room all by myself.”

Wonpil couldn’t help but chuckle softly at that, and you smiled back at him in return.

Oh, god, he’d always wondered what it would feel like to sit across from you at a restaurant. To see you smile at him like that. His hand was still tingling from when you’d held it the whole walk here, and he was so tempted to reach over and hold your hand again.

But he wouldn’t. Because he was no longer pretending to be your boyfriend.

...Maybe he would ask you if there were any other guys you wanted to get rid of so he could pretend to be your boyfriend again.

That would be kind of weird to ask, though, right? I mean, it was completely fine if you brought it up, but... it would be a little pushy if he did. Right?

“So, what kind of pizza do you want?” you asked, interrupting his thoughts and making him jump slightly in his seat.

“Oh! Um...” Wonpil quickly opened his menu and perused the choices, trying to get the idea of being your fake boyfriend out of his head.

Technically, Wonpil had been able to get the idea of being your fake boyfriend out of his head as the two of you talked and laughed over pepperoni pizza.

But... the fake boyfriend thoughts had just been replaced by real boyfriend thoughts because your lunch had felt awfully like a date. A real date.

Wonpil knew you were friendly and affectionate and talkative, so he very well could have been imagining (or hoping) it, but he kind of got the vibe that you were flirting with him? You certainly giggled at his joke attempts more than anyone ever had before, and Brian had once told him that when a girl laughs at all of your jokes, there’s a good chance she’s into you.

So, after you paid the check and you both made your way out of the restaurant... Wonpil decided he was going to ask you out. For real.

Obviously, he hoped you would say ‘yes’ because if you said ‘no’... that was it. He would never -- could never, in good conscience -- try to ask you out again after you’d told him ‘no.’

“Man, that was delicious,” you enthused once you stepped outside. “Good call on getting pizza.”

Wonpil forced a smile onto his lips (though, to be fair, he didn’t have to fully force one -- just looking at you was enough to make him smile) and replied, “Thank you for treating me.”

“Oh, come on, it was the least I could do to take my fake boyfriend on a fake date,” you chuckled, gently nudging his side with your elbow.

You then turned to walk back to campus, and Wonpil followed along, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Actually... could --” He paused to gulp down the lump of nerves in his throat. “Would it be all right if... we went on a real date?”

Your head jerked back a little in surprise, and you paused. Wonpil stopped short just behind you, but before you could say anything, he felt the word vomit coming up.

“I promise you I won’t ask you again if you say ‘no,’ and I didn’t pretend to be your boyfriend just so I could ask you out, I swear it. I’ve liked you for a really long time, I just got so tongue-tied around you that I could never actually talk to you. Please, don’t feel obligated to say ‘yes.’ I totally understand if you say ‘no’ -- I’m sure the last thing you want is yet another guy asking you out, I can’t imagine how --”

“You’ve liked me for a really long time?” you interrupted, your brow furrowed. You’d turned to face him as he’d rambled on, and you were now gazing at him with a very curious expression.

Wonpil stopped talking immediately, pressing his lips together and reverting back to his former perpetual state around you -- nodding silently.

Except now he discovered he wasn’t so silent.

“You’re... kind of the whole reason I went to that party,” he told you. “Brian told me you would be there, and I... just wanted to see you. But I wasn’t stalking you or anything, honest. I really was just going to get a refill and then you were there with that guy in the kitchen, and you saw me --”

You reached out and put a hand on his forearm to stop him, chuckling softly as your eyes danced with amusement.

“I believe you,” you said. “And I hope you believe me when I tell you this is the first time in a long time that a guy has asked me out and I haven’t wanted to roll my eyes or just run in the other direction.”

...That was a good sign, right?

“I know I was a little tipsy on Friday night,” you continued. “But I meant what I said. You’re not like any other guy I’ve ever met... in a good way. And sitting across from you for almost an hour, I realized how cute you are.”

That was definitely a good sign!

Wonpil watched as you slid your hand down his arm, as your fingers grasped his and then laced between them. He stared at your hand holding his, his gaze unfocused and unmoving even when you said, “I would love to go out with you. For real.”

“Really?” he asked quietly. He had to make sure he’d heard correctly, and your acceptance hadn’t just been a figment of his imagination.

You didn’t answer right away, and Wonpil was just about to tear his gaze away from your joined hands when he felt you move closer. He heard your shoes scuffling on the sidewalk, and then --

You quickly pressed your lips to his cheek.

“Really,” you confirmed in a soft voice. “Just don’t go thinking it’ll end the way the night of the party ended. I’m not sleeping in your bed, you got that?”

Wonpil’s eyes widened and he snapped his gaze up to meet yours. “N--no, no, of course not, I --”

Your lips spread into a luminous grin, and you squeezed his hand playfully. “I’m messing with you,” you laughed. “I mean, I’m not going to end up sleeping in your bed after our date, but I knew you weren’t expecting anything like that. You slept in the same room as a girl who’d had a little too much to drink, and you didn’t even stay in the room when I changed into my pajamas. That tells me everything I need to know about what kind of guy you are, Wonpil. ...Well, that and the fact you told that guy from my Biology class what’s what. I know I’ve said it already, but that really was amazing. To be honest...  As you were telling him off, I did kind of think to myself that I wished you were actually my boyfriend --”

You had just interrupted Wonpil by reaching out and touching his arm, and now it was his turn to interrupt you. Except he did it by letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

He squeezed your shoulders, burying his nose in your sweet-smelling hair and grinning a cheesy grin when he felt your hands clutch the back of his shirt.

He had been waiting so long to hug you like this -- honestly, he’d thought he would never get the chance. After over a year of crushing on you from afar, he’d basically given up hope that anything would ever happen between you two.

So, to be standing here hugging you? After you’d just accepted his offer of a date? And told him he was really cute and really amazing for standing up to Bothersome Biology Guy?

He almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But... even if he was dreaming right now... he certainly didn’t want to wake up.

“So,” you said just before pulling away from him. You took his hand almost immediately, though, and started walking toward campus again. “What do you want to do? When? Where? Finals are officially over, so the world is basically our oyster, huh? We can do whatever, whenever, wherever! Are you taking a summer class? I hope so because I am, and if you are then we can see each other a lot --”

Yeah, if this was a dream, there was no way Wonpil was going to wake himself up. But he knew it wasn’t a dream because even in his dreams, being with you hadn’t been this wonderful. His heart hadn’t been this warm.

If you had asked him earlier today, he would have said the last year of having a crush on you, being nervous around you, keeping his feelings a secret (to everyone but Brian) -- it had been unpleasant, to be quite honest.

But now that he knew what being with you really felt like -- that it was even better than he’d imagined it would be -- he would’ve waited another year for you. More, even.

He would’ve waited a whole lifetime for you.

And now that he had you? He kind of had a feeling he was never going to let go.

Other Signs: Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

[lemonietrinket]

Ok so idea. What about a day6 story where the reader has it really bad for wonpil and finally cracks and confides with jae. And jae (after some like, good natured teasing about yes but why HIM) like full on ships the two of you and tries to get you two togethor? (And. It ends up working). If that's cool with you?

sure thing bub!

I’ve got quite a few requests lately so I can’t promise my usual quick turn around

but it’ll be out sometime this week ☺️

EDIT: sorry it took a while

[cloudykaii]

forgotten

pairing: yoon dowoon x reader

summary:  Can I request a Dowoon imagine with 69, 229 and 225 where he and pocket sized reader got into an argument right before the band had to go on tour. And several days into the tour, when Dowoon and the other members dont hear or see the reader, they think its because the reader wants to be left alone. But they soon realise that they accidentally left the reader back at the dorms.

warnings: arguing, cursing, theres a bit of crying

69. “Don’t act so innocent. I heard you.” / 229. “That’s it. I quit, I’m sick of this.” / 225. “Don’t touch me.”

Usually when you and Dowoon argued, it was about something dumb. It was always small and more often than not ended with one of you comforting the other, and finding a way to compromise. Not this time, this time was different. 

He had walked in after helping get everything settled, ready to hug his girlfriend and help her. He had called out your name softly, only to quickly cut himself off as he heard you on the phone. “-that I’m just using him, or that I don’t actually love him. That would be a disaster.”

His heart stopped hearing that. He didn’t even hear the rest of your little ramble to your best friend, the words blurring together in his mind as the phrase swam around his head in a loop. “You’re lying to me?” The question was soft and timid as it left him, full of hurt, but it was enough to have you telling your best friend you had to go before turning to him in confusion. “Baby? What are you talking about, of course I’m not-”

“Don’t act so innocent. I heard you!” His voice got louder. “You said you were just using me.”

You felt like you were at a serious disadvantage as he yelled at you. He was glaring down at you as you stood up on the bed to look at him better. “That’s not what I said,” you tried to approach the situation calmly and explain that he had only heard part of what you were saying, but he just talked over you, having convinced himself you were lying. He suddenly took a deep breath, holding his hands up. “That’s it, I quit. I’m sick of this.” 

“Dowoon!” You yelled after him, so very hurt and confused. What did he mean? Did he mean he was sick of you? You climbed down the bed, rushing after him, but he was long gone... he didn’t even take you with him. Tears formed in your eyes as you slumped against the floor. 

That was three days ago. Now, they were all just sitting around the room, left to their own devices until Wonpil suddenly asked, “How bad of a fight was it?”

Dowoon rolled his eyes at the sudden question. “Does it matter?”

“I’m just saying.. I haven’t seen Y/N at all. How badly did you fuck up that she needs this much space from you?” He frowned at that, going to defend himself but stopping as his phone rang. He rolled his eyes at the sight of your best friend’s name across the top of the screen. “Hello?”

“Are you an idiot?” Her voice was so loud he had to pull the phone away from his ear. “That’s not a rhetorical question.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you calling me? You could’ve just called-”

“Oh, so you are an idiot,” she snapped, and Wonpil muttered out an, oh, that bad. Dowoon let out an aggravated sigh. “After what she did, why do you feel the need to call me?”

There was a moment of silence before you friend snapped back, “Are you fucking kidding me?” The boys all shared a look as she started. “You hear part of a conversation she has with me, accuse her of something she hasn’t done, then leave without her, and you think you’re in the right?”

“I heard the important part of the conversation,” he growled. “And we didn’t leave her, she’s just distancing herself.” Brian stood up to go look for you.

Your friend was close to killing him. “You didn’t even notice that she’s not there? Dowoon, you are single handedly the worst person I know. Y/N told me she turned down an offer of yours to help her with money because she didn’t want you to feel like she was just taking advantage of you, then you didn’t even let her explain what you heard, and she has been locked up inside an apartment by herself for three days because her boyfriend is too selfish to care about anyone but himself.”

He paled at that. No way... he couldn’t have been so stupid as to do all of that. Brian came back into the room, out of breath. “She’s really not here guys.”

“Fuck,” Dowoon cursed loudly, “I fucked up. Oh god..”

“You did,” she said bluntly. “You have one chance to fix this. If I get in your apartment and she’s not okay... it’s on you.” The call ended abruptly, and he just stared down at the device in his hand. Had he really jumped to such conclusions like that? Using him didn’t even seem like something you would do. And now you were all alone, in an apartment not made for someone your size. A sinking feeling hit his chest as he stood up. He had to fix this. 

[koos-euphoria]

Holaaaaaaa if you're still taking requests can you write an x reader smut with dom!Wonpil? I know not many people see him as a dom but imo he's a closeted one so ye 💛 thank you

{13:14}

wonpil/reader | smut | 18+ | timestamp

wordcount: 103

warnings: marking, praising

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ᴅᴀʏ6 ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

© koos-euphoria 2020. Do not repost, modify or translate.

Wonpil grips onto your hips as he fucks you from behind. “Hm, you feel so good baby” he moans as he reaches around your stomach, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. He leaves hot wet kisses and marks down your your neck. “Are you getting close my pretty baby, gonna cum for me hm?” he asks. “Y-yeah, so close, can i cum? please?” you almost beg. one of his hands slide down your stomach to your clit as he rubs it in fast circles. “yes baby, cum for me, cum on my cock like a good girl.”

[itsarealshitshow]

Day6′s reaction to their fem!s/o being a metal singer

 Requested by @suck-me-sideways (it won’t let me tag you properly)

Pairing: Day6 x Reader

Warnings: None

Author: Admin Wiki

A/N: i might’ve accidentally posted it before finishing it 👀 ooops

Park Sungjin

ngl he might be a lil... not scared... but surprised and taken aback

he’s a singer so he’d be amazed that you can sing period

but the moment you went to show him what kind of singing you do and started playing your music

his eyes go wide and he just watches you

tbh i don't know what kind of music he’s into so i can’t really say anything

but i don’t think it’s his type of music

like he probably still just listens to pop kind of music

however

i think he’s impressed with you and your singing

Park Jaehyung (Jae)

kinda into it?

like he’s a singer

but he doesn’t sing like that

and the fact that you can do that

impresses him so much

like i don’t think he really cares what music you listen to and sing to

Kang Younghyun (YoungK)

also kinda into it

he’s a singer 

and to do what you do with singing 

would probably rip his throat out

would love to try and sing with you

is there bass in metal music?

if there is he’ll learn the chords to play along while you sing 

Kim Wonpil

probably scares him a little bit

cause i don’t really think that people in korea really listen to rock/metal

and he’s obviously soft boi 

he definitely admires the fact that you can sing like that

he won’t admit it but he’s definitely tried to sing like you in private and almost lost his voice

Yoon Dowoon

he would be impressed if you can sing normally

so the fact that you can sing to metal songs impresses him A LOT

definitely sings with you for the giggles of him almost losing his throat

i feel like he wants to learn the drums behind a song 

so you can sing and he can be drumming away

he feels like this is a cute gesture that would make you happy

[prettywordsyouleft]

Stuck On You

Pairing: Park Sungjin x female reader

Genre: domestic au / fluff

Warnings: it gets a little spicy but nothing detailed

Word count: 1671

You woke up in the middle of the night, throwing the blankets aside so you could hook one of your legs out from under them.

God, it was so hot.

Your singlet was damp with sweat, and the blankets underneath you also felt clammy. The problem wasn’t just the summer heat, though that didn’t make it any easier either. Glancing at the sleeping man beside you, you sighed. It wasn’t Sungjin’s fault there was no room in this bed too.

It was the bed.

You’d had this bed for ten years now. Although it had seen you through your young adult years well, it was now outdated. You had travelled with it from your childhood bedroom to your first rental that you shared with some friends during university, and then from there to the apartment you moved into after graduation. You had every intention of upgrading at some point, but when you were single, it was spacious enough for one.

You hadn’t expected to fall in love with Sungjin as fast as you had. Nor had you imagined being married to him – or anyone – after only a year of dating. Whilst you were certain you would love him for the rest of your life, the early nuptials meant your savings went to a dress and a venue, not a new bed.

So here you were, sharing your double-sized bed with your husband.

Over winter, it had its perks. You definitely weren’t cold back then. But you still were limited on how much space you each had. And that was what played into your restless sleep now. You couldn’t get away from the heat of Sungjin’s body no matter how close to the edge of the bed you slept.

Calculating your combined income, you wondered if you could splurge on a new bed any time soon. You were both at the lower end of the ladder in your careers. Sungjin’s band hadn’t quite hit the big time yet, though he made a steady enough income to make ends meet. You were waiting for a promotion to increase your hourly pay.

Then you would be able to afford the bed.

Groaning, you sat up and yanked the singlet over your head. You knew it wouldn’t help with much, but one less obstruction in getting some sleep was worth it. You wrestled with your pillow until it felt as if you were in a good position and closed your eyes, wishing for sleep to come and knock you out completely.

You were awake an hour later. And this time, so was Sungjin. Your husband looked over at you miserably. “If it wouldn’t cost so much to run the air conditioning right now, I’d turn it on.”

“It doesn’t even reach our bedroom,” you lamented, and Sungjin shrugged.

“Still, maybe it would flow in here since the door is open.”

“We need a bigger bed.”

“And a new refrigerator.”

“The dryer stopped working yesterday. I’m hoping it was just because of the heat,” you added on, and both of you sighed heavily.

“Life’s hard, isn’t it?”

“It can be.”

Sungjin turned onto his side and stared at you lovingly. “It would be worse without you, Mrs Park.”

“Absolutely unbearable, Mr Park,” you agreed, leaning in to nuzzle his nose with yours.

And somehow, despite the heat and the stickiness of your bodies, you managed to fall asleep in each other’s arms, sharing your combined misery and happiness as one.

However, you weren’t entirely well-rested the following morning, and your best friend Sarah picked up on it. “What kept you awake last night? Wait. Is the honeymoon period not over yet?”

“Har-har,” you replied dryly, gulping down more of your iced coffee. “It’s so hot.”

“This heatwave is something else,” Sarah mentioned and took a bite of her muffin. She then slumped in her chair. “How did you do it by the way?”

“Do what?”

“When you and Sungjin moved in together, did you struggle at all? I have too much stuff to fit in the flat Wonpil and I have rented.”

You grinned at her. “Ah, young love.”

“Don’t young love me, we’re all around the same age. Just because you and Sungjin are acting like an old married couple.”

“We’re a struggling married couple,” you admitted with a wistful smile. “Marriage is great, but I totally get why some people save up for their lives together first. We can’t even afford a new bed any time soon, and we need it. Ours is way too small for the two of us.”

“I think I can help you guys out,” Sarah announced and you dismissed it instantly. “I know your mind instantly went to financially and that’s not what I meant. Wonpil and I are moving in together.”

“I know that much, you’ve been proclaiming about this step in your relationship for over a month now.”

“Y/N, we both have two queen-sized beds. We’re only going to need one.”

You perked up immediately, leaning over the table towards Sarah. “You know how much I adore you, right?!”

“If you and Sungjin can help us move this weekend, I’ll give you the bed, and anything else you want that I can’t fit in at the flat.”

Sliding your blouse’s sleeves up your forearms for emphasis, you beamed at your friend. “Name a time, and we’ll be there with our muscles at the ready!”

You were exhausted again, but this time was from helping Wonpil and Sarah move house. Once they were both settled in at their new flat, you used the band’s van to transport the second bed and Wonpil’s dryer back to your own home. Dinner was ordered in, and you spent most of the evening relaxing on the couch with Sungjin until you decided it was finally time for bed.

Despite the lack of energy you had, you skipped down to the bedroom, eyeing the new addition to the room. You had discarded your old bed into your spare room for now and all that was left was to make the bed.

Sungjin slipped his arms around your waist and rested his head upon your shoulder. “You’re too happy.”

“Of course! We’re going to have so much space. And this bed is almost new too. Sarah only got it at the start of the year.”

“I love seeing you this happy.”

“And you’re not? I bet you’ll be glad to wake up tomorrow and not have to lift my legs off of yours.”

“You do that to be close to me, not because the bed naturally rolls us together,” Sungjin teased, going around his side of the bed and laying on the bare mattress. He glanced over at you and patted the empty side for you to join him. “I’m too tired to even make this bed. Can’t we do that tomorrow?”

Once sprawled out on the mattress, you giggled. “It’s like a new beginning now. We finally have a bed big enough for newlyweds.”

“Then you know what happens with a new beginning,” he suggested, his gaze warming you up. “I think we’ll have to christen this.”

“Do you even have any energy left? You just mentioned how tired you were.”

Sungjin grinned wickedly, scooping you up in his strong embrace. “I always have energy when it comes to loving you.”

You groaned, feeling how sweaty you were again. Opening your eyes, you glanced around the darkened bedroom, washing your eyes over Sungjin. You couldn’t see all of his face due to how it was buried into your shoulder. His legs were entangled with yours, and an arm was over your waist.

You couldn’t help but grin at the irony.

Even with all the space in the world, your husband was basically on top of you once again. You’d been sharing this queen-sized bed for a month now, and in the beginning, you rejoiced by having so much extra room. However, your bodies always migrated to one another in the middle of the night, and you’d wake up in the morning snuggled into his side.

You silently apologised to your last faithful bed for all the times you had cursed it out.

You managed to get a little more sleep until you felt Sungjin stir beside you, trying to unwind himself away from you. However, you blindly moved along the bed with him.

“And you complained about how little space we had,” he whispered, thinking you were still asleep.

“I guess old habits are hard to break,” you responded and opened your eyes, Sungjin instantly smiling when your gaze connected with his. You moved your hand up to cup his jaw fondly. “I woke up earlier sweating. I think we need to splurge on a fan or something. Then we might be able to keep cool.”

“Or we could get a body pillow and stick it between us as a line not to cross.”

You giggled. “You and I both know we’d discard that. Let’s face it. We can’t bear to be apart from one another.”

“Stuck on you,” Sungjin mused, nodding softly. “I should write a song about it.”

“Lyrics about the realities of married life? Will you write about us fighting over who was meant to empty the dishwasher last night too?”

“Domestic life isn’t one that we’ve sung about enough in the band. Maybe the guys will humour me over it,” Sungjin suggested with a chuckle, and you snuggled into his chest, enjoying the remaining vibration of his humour.

“Wonpil and Jae both live with their girlfriends now, I’m sure they’d be down for it.”

“You know, even if we got the biggest bed size possible, I don’t think I could ever sleep on a side away from you.”

“You can’t get enough of me, huh?” you teased, and Sungjin captured your lips in a lazy kiss.

“Babe, like you said before old habits are hard to break. And maybe I don’t want to try and break them either.”

“You’re worth losing sleep over,” you agreed, pecking his lips again.

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[sinsofstrays]

Feel Me, Sing Me

Dom!pil x Reader | Smut 

Word Count: 677

Requested by anonymous

Enjoy lovely! I’m sorry this is extremely late

You and Wonpil walk out of the bar, his arm wrapped around your waist as you both get in the back of a taxi. His hand tightly grips your thigh for the entire ride. He looks at you and leans over, burying himself in your neck. Your head rolls back as he scrapes his tongue against your skin. Wonpil’s hand slides up into your inner thigh and he pulls you closer. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his nails dig into your thigh.

Wonpil pulls from your neck and collides his lips into yours, pushing your body into the door of the backseat. He stops and smirks as the driver clears his throat to make him stop. Once the driver focuses back on the road, you lean over to Wonpil. He jumps as you palm him and he grabs your wrist, pulling you under his arm until you get home.

The two of you stumble into the lobby of the apartment building, waiting for the elevator to take you to the top floor. Wonpil leads you into the elevator, pushing you against the wall as soon as the doors close. He pulls your arms above your head and tells you to keep them there so he can grip your hips.

He pulls your top from your shoulder to bite at your skin, pushing his body closer to yours. You breathe hard as he pulls away once the doors open. Wonpil leads you down the hallway by your wrist, getting his keys out as you approach the apartment.

Once you step inside and close the door, Wonpil grabs the back of your hair and pushes you to the floor. He caresses your cheek before beginning to unbuckle his belt. You sit patiently for him to give you a command.

He leans down in front of you and folds his belt in half. “Bite it.”

You do so and he slowly walks behind you. Your head is yanked back by your hair and Wonpil rests his hand over your throat. He stares down at you as you gasp in pleasure. He watches you twitch, impatiently waiting for him to make his next move.

Your palms collide into the carpet as Wonpil forces you on all fours. He claws the fabric away from your hips, exposing your skin. You expect to feel a smack against your thigh but instead he rubs at your back. His nails dig against your spine, causing your back to arch.

He caresses your thigh as he leans down to the floor. You begin to tremble with anticipation, knowing Wonpil is holding himself back on purpose. Your head rolls back and you let out a gasp as he suddenly pushes himself into you. His body twitches and he digs his nails into your hips.

You close your eyes and pull your head back as his hand wraps around your throat. Wonpil muffles a moan, grinding his hips against your body. A wave of pleasure causes you to drop the belt from your mouth. Wonpil blindly grabs it and collides the leather into your back. You lose your balance and drop your arms down. Wonpil continues to thrust into you, scratching down your skin, causing you to shiver.

Your body twitches heavily from the stimulation. Wonpil lets out a few heavy pants, holding himself back, wanting you to cum first. He tells you not to hold back, feeling his skin heat from the movement. You dig your nails into the carpet as pressure builds up in your body.

“Fuck-” You whimper.

Wonpil grabs your hair and tugs your head back. “Don’t hold back, I want you to cum.”

He holds his breath as you orgasm against him. Your head gets fuzzy and you whimper from the sudden overstimulation. Wonpil throws his head back, gripping your hips tightly and slowing his pace. His rhythm is thrown off and he suddenly pulls away shivering. He scratches down your back once more before kissing the red skin.

He fixes himself and softly rubs your back. “I love you.”